Lone Wolf

Lex wasn’t used to being around so many people. It wasn’t something he liked. He kept himself tucked into a corner, his knees pulled to his chest. He wanted to go somewhere where everyone else wasn’t, but he had been told that wasn’t possible unless he got in trouble and was sent to isolation. They made it sound bad. It wasn’t until their was a clearing of someone throat that he noticed he had been stared at for some time. “May I help you?” he asked softly.

River awoke groggily from his bed in the undercroft. He could feel the gooey, dried blood stuck to his neck from where it had dripped down from the puncture wounds during the night. Bruises littered the pale skin on his neck and wrists, making the swirly silver tattoos of the Fae more prominent. “Ow…” he mumbled, rubbing his neck as he sat up. It was nothing River wasn’t used to by this point in his life. Maybe a walk and some fresh air would make him feel less lightheaded. He got up, already dressed and wandered from the undercroft, outside. He wandered absently around the medieval gardens before settling on one of the benches, he was lost in thought trying to figure out what one of the flowers was when he heard movement behind him. He blinked, unable to see anyone. Hello?” The boy said hesitantly.

After heat week, after whatever it had stirred up in him, Quinn had been far more sensitive to scents and to his natural instinct to protect. Hence why the scent of blood, not fresh flowing blood but old dried blood, caught his attention. And it was even faerie blood at that. Even worse. And so the master decided to follow the scent towards the gardens. It didn’t take long before he found the source of the smell, a boy sitting peacefully on a bench. Not exactly what he had expected, but it was better than a slave in pain. “Hi.” Quinn responded softly, slowly approaching the boy. “Are you okay, sweetpea?”

Quinn raised his head the moment he heard Dorian’s voice call out. He had been nose deep study and research files all day, still trying to figure out what exactly had been happening to him since heat. But with his claim calling for him, he stood and made his way to the kitchen, instantly smiling at the sight of Dorian. “It smells really good.”

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Logan growled softly “Packs only hurt in the end…” he grumbled as walked into the suite and instantly began stripping his clothes so they could get straight to business.

Logan sighed as his hand was grabbed and he was pulled to the man’s suite. He rolled his eyes at the joke and hissed “Don’t get friendly with me, wolf” he growled “We’re just fucking. Nothing more.” 

Logan swallowed hard and tightened his grip on Quinn’s shirt. “I-I…” he tried to stutter out, he wanted to say no…but he really couldn’t resist. “F-fine…but after heat we do not speak, y-you do not even look at me. Got it?” He growled out quickly. He did not want to risk getting attached to this man as he did with Makoce.

Logan groaned softly and looked away “y-you must be hanging around a lot of alphas then” he grumbled before swallowing hard at Quinn’s words. “I-It’s hard…b-but I’m trying” he grumbled before letting out a gasp as his nipple was pinched “ah…” the cautious, still hurting side of him wanted to push Quinn away, but the omega in heat side of him couldn’t let that happen.

Logan gasped at the bite and one of his hands instantly moved up to press against Quinn’s chest lightly as if preparing to push him away “Y-You…You smell like an in between…you have an alpha scent to you b-but also beta” he tried to explain “B-But the alpha is getting more overwhelming by the second” he muttered before stiffening up a little as Quinn’s fingers slid up his shirt. “I-I’m sworn off sex” he grumbled, trying to resist, though his hand gripped onto Ethan’s shirt

Logan stiffened up and swallowed hard as Quinn began to approach him slowly causing him to back up until his back was pressed against the wall. He let out a little whimper as Quinn leaned in and ran his nose over his sensitive neck, his sensitivity now increased greatly by his heat. “Y-You don’t smell l-like a beta…” he mumbled softly