Another one shot!

So I was working on the next Control update (I’m about halfway through) then well… This popped in mind so tada!!!!!

We’ve got another random one shot with new characters and it’s completely smut and unrelated to the books.

No kinks here. Just some feral wolves and lots of fucking.

Enjoy 🙂

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Samson had a schedule. A strict, daily schedule that left absolutely no room for error.

In the morning, he recapped his plans for the day with his beta over a strong breakfast. They would discuss any new issues and how they would tackle them, and then repeat until they were ready to start the day.

They would then set out with their goals lined out. Samson would handle any new ‘fires’ in his pack, being sure to show his face as Alpha and inspire the confidence his pack had placed within him.

It wasn’t particularly hard. Samson’s life was the story of many alphas in smaller packs.

His father had been alpha, and so he was the natural selection after him. He’d trained for it his whole life, learned how to be fair but also unwavering when he needed to be, and when his father died, he took his place.

In bigger packs, other wolves might’ve challenged him for the position but Samson’s pack was small and there was no wolf nearly strong enough to challenge him.

Samson was the epitome of an alpha. With carefully crafted muscles that made up his powerful arms and legs, a height that left him towering over most of his pack and a wolf to match.

He was handsome too, in the rough way most alphas were. He kept his hair cropped just like his beard, which left only his bright green eyes and long nose to show.

It was a wonder why he hadn’t claimed a Luna yet. Sure he might have strange habits like always wearing sweaters and turtle necks, even in the summer, but he was a good kind wolf. And he might not have been lucky enough to find his mate yet, he might never be, but there were many women in the pack who would be a perfect fit for him.

Or so everyone said. But Samson was yet to claim one, let alone pursue one.

The pack thought it was because he was too busy for it. He spent his days running his pack and dedicating every minute to their wellbeing, so Samson only had the night to himself and he used those for sleep.

From the minute the clock struck nine, Samson would return to his home at the far edge of the pack, and not be seen again until morning.

At least…that was what his pack thought.

The truth was, Samson hardly slept in the night. He hardly slept at all because the night was their time.

It belonged to them just like he did.

So while the pack thought Samson was asleep and they readied themselves to do the same, Samson snuck out of his home.

He moved as quiet as a ghost as he slipped through pack lands and the holes he left in patrols just for him.

In the early night, Samson left his pack and the safety of their lands to enter the unclaimed territories beyond.

There, he was no one’s alpha. He was unprotected, alone, vulnerable and it was that, that made Samson’s cock jerk as he moved through the dark woodlands, looking for them.

He would be able to scent them, to find them if they weren’t so careful to mask their scent. By they were, especially when they wanted to be the ones to hunt him.

That used to frustrate Samson at first, but now, he loved that no matter how hard he looked, he would always be their prey.

Tonight, it was Maddox who found Samson first. One moment he’d been completely alone in the quiet forest and the next, he was tackled to the dirt with the beastly rogue panting above him.

Instincts blared for Samson to put up a fight, to protect his neck and teach the wolf a lesson, but he did the very opposite.

Instead he bared his neck for the wild rogue and presented himself ass up, like his soul burned to.

Maddox growled his pleasure before he delved in to scent the alpha’s neck while his naked hips rutted against Samson’s ass.

If not for the shorts he was wearing, Maddox would’ve already been rutting in Samson’s guts. Sometimes, Samson’s ran out here naked when he wanted just that.

“Maddox,” Samson slurred happily as the rogue scratched his canines against his neck, making him buck and moan. “Missed you.”

Maddox hummed in that soft way that Samson knew that he missed him too before he sat back and pulled Samson up with him.

Handling him like he didn’t weigh the 250 pounds he did, Maddox easily settled the alpha within his lap while he carefully checked him all over.

This was their ritual.

Samson would return, Maddox would make sure he was alright and then…he made sure to coat Samson with his seed again.

Samson shivered at the thought just as the sound of breaking branches came a short distance away. He quickly opened his eyes, and immediately spotted the red eyes already settled on him.

“Knox,” he called, aware of how needy he sounded but unable to stop it.

Knox came immediately, breaking from the dark woods and into the moonlight so Samson could see him.

Knox, like Maddox, was scarred when shifted. He had a claw mark over his nose and one of his eyes, where Maddox had one down the side of his face, but Samson didn’t care.

Their scars didn’t lessen the heat Samson felt between his legs for the two wolves, nor did stop how desperately he yearned for their claim.

Stopping before him, Knox squatted down to peer at Samson. Knox trusted Maddox to check his body for the both of them, but still looked closely in his eyes, searching for deeper pains.

Samson smiled, giving into the big wolf’s touch. He was already leaning in before Knox did, but the wolf still kissed his gently, lovingly.

Samson had tried very hard to teach his rogues many things. To speak, to share their stories, to return to his pack with him, to eat cooked foods, to listen, but all attempts had failed.

The only thing that had ever seemed to penetrate their minds– Knox’s especially, was how to kiss, plus a single word Samson adored.

For all his usual roughness, Knox was always so sweet with his kisses. Gentle as if he were kissing a delicate petal rather than a fully grown alpha, but Samson loved it too much to ever complain.

Not that he would ever complain about a thing the rogues did to him.

When their lips parted, Maddox was done with his checks, which he communicated with a grunt to Knox.

That was it. Samson was fine and so they were free to have him.

Samson shuddered, legs already opening as in a moment, all care was banished and the rogues instead tore at his clothes and began feasting on him.

Maddox teeth bit into the flesh before him, causing Samson to cry out while Knox tore his pants away until he could bury his face between Samson’s legs.

“Nghh!!! Godess!” Samson moaned as the two rogues spread him open, claiming every inch of him they could.

They were feral and so they were rough with him but Samson didn’t mind, it was exactly why he kept coming back to them.

They didn’t see Samson as an alpha, so they didn’t treat him as one.

It was all Samson ever wanted.

Adding his tongue to his explorations, Knox licked over Samson’s balls and aching cock while Maddox rutted against his back, desperate to fill his hole.

“Ugh fuck! Take me! Maddox, make me yours!” Samson whined while he tried to get the thick cock into his twitching hole. “Fuck me! Please! Please!”

The rogues growled at Samson’s fretting, taking an even firmer grip of his body. Samson shuddered against it, knowing he couldn’t escape ever if he tried.

They never let him go, not until he was coated in their cum.

Maddox leaned back, pulling Samson’s body up until his bulging cock thrusts between his legs until it finally finally found his hole.

Samson whimpered, feet shaking as Knox swallowed down his cock. Knox didn’t know how to mind his teeth, so they scratched at his sensitive skin but that only made Samson’s cock leak more.

He didn’t like pain but he liked being in the hands of rogues who were bigger and stronger than him, and he loved how with them, there was no structure or rules.

There was only the claim dominant wolves made over weaker ones.

“Maddox!” Samson whined with frustration that matched the rogue’s who kept trying to thrust within him. He groaned and wrestled with the wolf until finally the big cock thrust deep into his guts and made him mute.

Samson eyes filled with stars as he found himself reacquainted with the delicious feeling of being full of cock.

It was perfect, addictive and all Samson thought about until he had it again.

Maddox growled his pleasure, licking at Samson’s neck before his hips began a fierce motion to drive his cock in and out of Samson’s eager hole.

“Ah! Ngh! Ugh!” Samson moaned, his eyes rolling as each thrust reminded him of what he really was, while simultaneously, driving his cock deeper down Knox’s open throat.

Knox gagged with each forced thrust, gathering tears in his fierce eyes, but he seemed to like the brutal force as he sucked dutifully.

Where Maddox preferred spending hours with his tongue in Samson’s hole, Knox preferred having his cock between his tight lips. It didn’t matter how much he came down the rogue’s throat, he’d suck and lick his cock until he was satisfied.

It was heaven.

While Maddox continued his frantic thrusts, Knox pushed Samson’s legs further apart, exposing his stuffed hole to the night and any one who might see.

There weren’t many creatures who dared to approach when Samson and Knox were claiming their wolf, but Samson had spotted one or two on some nights. He saw the way they stared on with envy and hunger, and it made him cum every time.

Samson was already approaching his climax with Maddox stuffing his insides, and Knox surrounding his cock with his tight heat, but when Maddox growled in his ear and whispered the one word he reserved for Samson, he came undone.

“Omega.”

Samson came with a cry that filled the woods. His orgasm took him by storm, rattling his insides and overwhelming his brain with pleasure until he was falling.

He could barely breathe or see as the feeling of rightness settled over him.

Samson wasn’t an alpha, not to these two rogues who’d found him the first night he’d escaped his pack in search of solace and had fucked him senseless instead of attacking.

The rogues who waited for him every night so they could do it again, so they could remind Samson of what he really was.

Their omega.

No alpha should want it. No alpha should let it happen, but Samson did– happily.

With Samson’s seed on his tongue, Knox pulled free with glowing, pleased eyes before he stood to his feet, heavy cock hanging between his legs.

Samson stared at it dizzily, still shuddering from his orgasm and the cock drilling into him. He would suck it if Knox wanted, but Samson knew that look in his eye.

He didn’t want Samson’s mouth now, he wanted to breed his omega.

Pulling at his arms, he viciously tried to tear Samson from Maddox, but the rogue clung tighter.

They growled and snapped at one another, while Samson pushed a hand between them.

“I-I can take both,” he slurred, trying to stop them from fighting.

They didn’t often want his ass at the same time. They usually switched with one claiming his mouth while the other filled his hole, but it happened sometimes and nothing could stop them but giving them what they wanted.

It had been a while since Samson had taken them both, but his mouth was already watering at the thought of having both their cocks lodged inside of him.

He shouldn’t have been able to take it as an alpha– two big rogues like them, but he wasn’t an alpha.

Pulling at Knox’s shoulders, he drew the rogue close with trembling fingers before he reached down to direct the pulsing cock to his hole.

His heart hammered as the leaking cock nudged his hole, and Knox quickly climbed on top of him, understanding.

Maddox laid them down on his back, holding Samson open as he too understood what was happening.

They liked this. Liked sharing Samson together, liked the way Samson turned almost feral like them when they did it.

“S-Slow,” Samson reminded as Knox eagerly thrusts his cockhead against Samson’s stretched hole. “Slow, Knox.”

Knox knew the name Samson gave him, as did Maddox, but he didn’t seem to hear it as he thrust and thrust until—

“OH——— FUCKKKK!” Samson screamed as Knox cock head slipped into his tight opening, before driving deep inside alongside Maddox’s.

Samson’s mouth hung listlessly open, while he stared down. He could see their cocks bulging in his stomach, could feel them so deep he swore he tasted them on his tongue. His mind spun with pleasure, pain and alarm, but before he could settle on one, they began to move.

As Knox thrust in, Maddox pulled out, and as Maddox thrust in, Knox pulled out.

“Oh Goddess! Ohnghh GODDESS!” Samson moaned as they fucked him slowly and deeply, finding their perfect rhythm.

“Omega,” Knox growled, making him melt while his red eyes took in every inch of his prey. He thrust deeper, delighting in the gargled sound it forced out of Samson before he gripped his hips and did it again.

Maddox fingers slide over Samson’s nipples, tugging at them while he fucked into him faster and faster until he was growling and cumming inside him.

Samson spread legs ached, like his hips and stretched hole, but the feel of Maddox cum pumping deep into his stomach made it all worth it.

He was breeding him. Breeding him like an omega made for only that.

Samson shuddered and begged, “More!”

The two wolves fucked Samson open, hips snapping hard as they claimed him, mind and soul, and filled his insides up with cum until it was dripping out with each brutal thrust.

They switched between the mind numbing orgasms, rolling over so that Knox was belong while Maddox rutted on top, or they both laid on their sides.

Samson laid limp between them, succumbing eagerly to every bite and scratch, and thanking them quietly for each load. He stopped whining for more because they gave it to him, stopped fighting because they opened him and remained pliant and quiet like a good omega.

When they slipped their cocks free, he whimpered at the sudden emptiness and the wrongness of it, but then he was on his hands and knees and he knew what came next.

He spread himself wide, pressed his face to the floor and waited.

It was Knox who thrust in then. Knox and his big, heavy cock that fucked Samson into the dirt while his hard cock swing between his legs uselessly.

It was long and big like any alpha’s cock but there was no use for it when there were real alphas present.

So it swung, leaking profusely until Knox fucked another orgasm out of him. Samson rode his cock eagerly for that orgasm, thrusting back like a happy omega while the alpha above him dominated him.

When Knox rewarded him with his cum, Samson leaned back until the alpha kissed him and slipped free.

Maddox had his turn next, and Samson mewled with pleasure and made sure to give this alpha the same attention. He thrust back on the big cock and came untouched, drooling in the dirt his face was squashed in.

Nothing felt better and though there was still so much left to the night, Samson already longed for tomorrow night, when he was free to be an omega again.

A gentle kiss centered his thoughts again, bringing him back to the present where both rogues brought him to his knees to check him over.

They could tell something was wrong and worried it was them. Samson shook his head, trying to dismiss their worries while they kissed and licked him all over.

“I’m okay,” he promised, but his alphas were stubborn and they took care of their omega.

They didn’t stop their examinations until Samson was smiling again, and giggling too.

The rogues knew that meant he was okay now, happy. Their cocks were still hard, desperate to fill the omega up, but if the omega was tired, they would spend time holding him between them, the sweet omega who disappeared in the day and returned on the night like a dream.

They shared a look, prepared to do just that, before the omega nuzzled their lengths.

Samson looked up at his alphas, bright eyes imploring as he licked their cocks and ran his nose over their lengths, shuddering beneath them.

Any thoughts of holding the omega disappeared as the rogues crowded the omega against the tree behind him, shoving their cocks in his face. Samson could barely breathe as the thrusts their lengths over his face and down his throat, taking turns in marking him.

“Omega, omega, omega,” they growled while they coated his face his spittle and precum until Samson couldn’t think beyond their heavy scents.

“Cum on me,” Samson begged, opening his mouth while he stroked the lengths smothering him. “Please.”

The rogues knew what the omega wanted and thrust their hips faster, using his wet lips and throat in turns until his big hands touched them just right to make them cum all over him.

Samson shuddered with pleasure as the warm cum hit his face, covering his eyes and cheeks, even his beard, marking him as a claimed omega. He was cumming just from the sensation and couldn’t stop as his big cocks smeared the cum all over his face.

“Omega,” they groaned, watching him like he was all they ever needed.

Samson smiled, “Alphas.”

Familiar red eyes glowed, recognising the word and the submission that came with it, and Samson knew they were far from done.

His Alphas’ needed their omega and he wasn’t going anywhere.

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…..😀

Thoughts????

I kind of had these guys in my head for a while and figured I’d write a book for them, but that’s unlikely in the grand scheme of things so…m smut!!!

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But yeah, who knows what the next one shot would be 🤣

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