☽ Howl ☾ [ SOLBY AU ] ✔

☽ 27 ☾

AN: the collage above represents their outfits for the Festival. Also, question for my readers, I'm trying to keep Sam's character as close to his real life persona as much as possible, while also making him an Omega, which has the track history of making characters submissive. So, would you say Sam is submissive in this fanfic? I know I had a few moments with him and Colby that made him a bit more submissive, but I don't want him entirely submissive, since he really isn't that type of person in real life. This chapter is also a bit rushed, so I'm sorry if it seems that way! Thanks!

Colby Brock stared at himself in the mirror again, much like he had so many weeks ago in this exact position--shirtless and tracing the scars on his chest. Except, this time, he was doing the reverse and dressing himself. He wore only a pair of his black dress pants and was bare foot before the bedroom mirror. Pain memories flashed in Colby's mind as he traced his scars, as if it was his own claws were digging into his flesh again. He had accepted what had happened, but that didn't mean that the memories simply disappeared. Colby stopped having nightmares as frequently as he was when he mated with Sam, as if the Omega was blocking all that negativity from the Alpha like his own personal dream catcher. 

"I don't think we need to dress fancy for this, Colbs," Sam interrupted as he practically barged into their room from the bathroom, an arm full of his ties. He was also shirtless and wore only his boxers in the slight chill of their cabin. 

The Alpha looked up in the mirror at the entrance of his mate and shrugged, "I'm not sure what to expect for this, Sam."

And then, through the mental link he had with his pack, Colby asked, Hey, did anyone hear from Luna or Axelle about what to wear tonight?

Damn, bro, a little warning next time, will ya? Elton replied and Colby rolled his eyes. 

Aaron answered, Yeah, Axelle said normal clothes are cool.

Oh thank God! Sam cried out and turned around to head back into the bathroom.

Again, Colby rolled his eyes, but at his mate and his fingers undid his nice dress pants. He gingerly stepped out of them, careful not to drag them on the ground and walked over to the closet to hang them up to keep the folds and dirt away from them. In just his boxer-briefs, he walked over to the dresser and began to rummage through his clothes. 

Sam exited the bathroom and froze when he saw his half naked mate leaning over the dresser. 

"I can hear you salivating, Sam," Colby smirked, as he grabbed a black shirt and a pair of ripped jeans from the dresser and stood up, turning to look at the blonde. 

Sam walked closer to Colby, a tongue peeking out to lick his lips. A low growl, possessive like, came from the Alpha at how hungry Sam looked at that moment. The blonde raised his hand to cradle the side of the Alpha's face. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to Colby's, teeth nibbling at Colby's bottom lip. His fingers ran through the brunette strands, pulling the Alpha closer. 

Well...when you walk around like that, it's hard for me to resist you, Sam whispered through their mental link. 

Don't resist, Colby answered back, dropping his clothes on the floor and gripping Sam's hips. 

The Omega groaned against Colby's lips and turned them, pushing against the Alpha's body to move toward the bed. Colby felt his legs go out from underneath him when he hit the bed and Sam didn't stop as he stepped between Colby's legs. Teeth nipped at flesh and Colby's tongue darted out to take a little taste of Sam's lips. Sam groaned, beginning to grind his hips down against Colby's groin.