<i>They're like violent, hot-tempered children</i>, Blue thought disgustedly, watching with bored eyes as Garlan and the tawny-haired wolf began to scuffle with one another. He had paid no mind to the other werewolf approaching him until the stranger was standing in front of him, giving him a firm warning about his behavior. Blue pulled back his shoulders and stood straight, not allowing his gaze to wander from this new man's stare. His lips curled into a small snarl when Alden informed him that fellating Garlan would have been in his best interest. “I'll happily suck off anyone who doesn't taste like a dog's asshole,” Blue hissed. The constant warnings and threats were beginning to sound redundant. Already damaged and aching, the human didn't find them all that intimidating anymore. They were all strong. They were all horny. They would all hurt him. Again and again and again and—<br/><br/>Ears pricked with interest as Jamsen was mentioned. The wolf was still alive, but he wouldn't be around, at least for a while. They were going to usher him away and after Lofgren's aggressive display, there would be no one willing to stand up for Blue.<br/><br/>A strange moment passed between Blue and Alden, the former grinning coyly at Garlan's distress, the latter grinning for reasons Blue didn't understand until he felt hands on him, spinning him around and forcing him to the ground. Without even the slightest hesitation, Alden's hand came to Blue's throat and held him there, tightening dangerously when Blue started to writhe against him and pull his hand away. The more Blue clawed at Alden's arm, the tighter the werewolf's hand became, until Blue started to feel weak.<i>Just stop</i>, he told himself sadly. His hands fell to his sides, ready to accept the darkness that was about to consume him, when suddenly Alden's hand loosened. Blood rushed back to Blue's head and color reappeared at the corners of his field of vision. Unlike Lofgren, Alden appeared willing to reward Blue's acquiescence, and so Blue no longer struggled as Alden continued to manipulate his body, spreading his legs wide and angling his hips back so the werewolf would have easier access to Blue's already aching entrance.<br/><br/>Alden's hot breath against Blue's ear was haunting. It sent shivers down the human's spine and made him tremble against the werewolf's body. A gasp left his lips as Alden left soft kisses down the length of his neck. It was<i>almost pleasant</i>.<br/><br/>“Yes,” Blue panted, feeling Alden's fingers tighten slightly at his throat once more. “Yes, I wanted to go with Lofgren. I wanted him to take me away from the rest of you.” Blue's confession was punctuated by a harsh cry as Alden entered him from behind. His anus had returned to its original tightness since the previous night, but the dry, raw stretching the werewolves seemed to enjoy did nothing but irritate is already his torn hole. Thankfully, Aldren seemed to enjoy taking his time, and although the fucking didn't feel<i>good</i>, his body adjusted quickly, and the boy's cries became nothing more than a light pant as Alden thrust inside of him at a tolerable rhythm.<br/><br/>The boy's eyes grew wide and desperate as Garlan approached, and he bucked backward against Alden as dirty hands began to squeeze, forcing Blue to erupt into a series of ragged coughs. Alden quickly rectified the situation with a growl that resonated in Blue's ear and rumbled against his back. Once again, tremors traveled down his spine and Blue began to feel strangely, surprisingly aroused by Alden's cool control.<br/><br/>As the werewolf's hand slid down his body, he felt his cock begin to stiffen in response to the tender touch and Alden's calculated manipulations. Even the fucking was beginning to be somewhat pleasurable, although Blue's ass still stung with each push. He rested his head against Alden's shoulder and closed his eyes, his soft panting graduating into full, deep moans. Perhaps Blue was the little slut Lofgren accused him of being. How could he possibly be tolerating Alden's penetration, enjoying it, even? Alden was a rapist, just like Lofgren, but he was being gentle and his hands set off small explosions along Blue's skin. The human was conflicted. He wanted to moan, he wanted to cry, he wanted to scream. He wanted to pull away from Alden, he wanted to stay and let Alden finish, then leave him in the dirt, just as Lofgren had.<br/><br/>But any vacillation on his part was immediately solved the moment Garlan put his hands on Blue again, squeezing his testicles so ferociously that Blue's head snapped off of Alden's shoulder and his blood-curdling scream filled the air for every wolf to hear for miles around. Then teeth, deep into his skin, drawing blood from his nipple and chest. Blue's hands, which had been resting obediently against Alden, flailed wildly as he beat with enraged fists against Garlan's shaved head. He pulled away from Alden and pushed his body hard into Garlan, rolling forward against him and tumbling with him onto the ground. His flailing had loosened Garlan's hold on him, so he continued to beat and kick at the male wildly, not knowing how many hits landed.<br/><br/>He scrambled away from both werewolves, dragging his body along the ground and clutching at his genitals as blood poured from his chest. “FUCK YOU!” he screamed over his shoulder, unable to contain the savage animosity that overwhelmed him. He was heading right toward a small line of wolves that had been watching Alden fuck him with attentive eyes, but he didn't care. All he wanted in that moment was to get away from Garlan.