a full pack, probably four or five males, to mate. Most of the adult females had mated, though some were still choosing the rest of their packs slowly. The unclaimed males in the clan liked to play as long as they could. Drifting from female to female, and male to male, gave them time to explore physical and emotional chemistry among their kind.
Like Malcolm. He was a terrific warrior. Strong, loyal, enduring. But he had yet to commit himself to any pack, and not for lack of attention. Several females had clamored to add him to their families, but Dom had insisted Malcolm remain unclaimed. As his guard, Dom had the ultimate authority on clan relations, aside from Eric. And since Eric spent most of his time working on Voider issues as related to Ravagers, he left clan politics to Dom. But now he wondered why Dom had been so determined to leave Malcolm free.
“You know something, don’t you?” he asked. “About Malcolm.”
Dom shrugged. “Maybe.”
Eric gritted his teeth. “Just once, it would be nice if you’d answer me when I ask you a question.”
“I did.”
“‘Maybe’ is not an answer.”
Dom grinned. “Actually, it is.”
Eric growled. Dom lost his grin and growled back. Anticipating the fight he richly deserved, Eric shoved Dom into the hallway.
“Downstairs, now.”
Dom showed his teeth, a direct challenge Eric couldn’t refuse. Pleased and needing some respite from the woman who wouldn’t leave his mind, Eric prodded his guard’s temper and picked up quite a following as they entered the large room downstairs reserved for group pleasure.
Two small packs engaged in sex continued to fuck when they entered. But Eric didn’t care. His guard had a habit of forgetting his place. Time to remind him where he belonged.
“Come on, Prime,” Dom rasped. “This isn’t necessary.” But the excitement on his face, the eagerness in his body as he tensed for battle, said otherwise.
Eric felt like an ass for ignoring Dom for three long days. Eric had needed the alone time with Vicki, and Dom understood, gladly giving him the space. But touch meant everything to Ravagers. Dom needed this as much as he did.
As he and Dom stripped out of their clothing, Eric wondered what Vicki would think if she saw this. Though he and the others had fucked her together, they often engaged in sex with each other because they needed it. The way he now needed Dom.
“Try to put up a good fight,” Eric taunted Dom. “It’s embarrassing to kick my guard’s ass so easily.”
Laughter floated around them. Dom hissed his annoyance, but his thick cock clearly showed how much he looked forward to their altercation.
“Prime, you’re so lost in that female it’s a wonder you haven’t grown your own pussy. Are you sure you’re up for a fight?”
Everyone in the room stopped to watch their prime and his guard throw down. A real treat, by Ravager standards.
“I’m going to ream you so hard, Dom.” Eric’s skin rippled as he shifted into his guer.
Dom did the same. Both kept their claws short, not wanting to hurt the other overmuch. Dom struck first, hard and fast. A true joy to watch in battle, he had half the crowd cheering for him. The other half urged Eric to take him slow, to work him over and feed the growing lust in the room.
Eric chuckled when Dom tried to rush him and tripped over Eric’s foot. A shove to Dom’s back enraged him into making another wrong move. They grappled with one another, and as they did, the press of their cocks grew rougher and more arousing. The tension between them heightened everyone’s need.
Spectators began doing more than cheering. Several of the males started their own rough play. The heightened sexual awareness pulsed and throbbed, wrapping around Eric like a vise.
“That’s it, guard. Try to take what you want. You want to fuck me, Dom? Want to shove that monster cock up my ass?”
“Yeah.” Dom’s voice wasn’t much more than a hoarse rasp. “So hard, right now.”
“Mmm. I’ll bet you’re wet too.” Because Ravagers were sexual creatures, their bodies naturally lubricated themselves for sex. Females grew wet, as did males, ever fond of assplay.
“Enough play. On your knees,” Eric ordered Dom.
Dom roared back, “Make me.”
The challenge delighted him. After some careful maneuvering, which had his cock positioned at Dom’s ass, Eric put his guard in a chokehold.
As Dom lost his ability to breathe, Eric pressed harder. “Now you’re mine.”
Dom nodded and Eric let him go.
“Make it wetter, first,” he said,