Sam

The first noise Sam heard was of people screaming. He sat up in what looked like Rick's bed, his masculine smell was all over him. Bits and pieces of last night came to his memory and he blushed furiously. He walked to the door and placed his left ear on it. There had to be several people in the house, they all seemed to be angry. He opened the door tentatively and walked towards the edge of the railing to peek downstairs. People had gathered in the living room. He recognized few of them, such as the Callums, Carl and most importantly his mother. His heart sank. How long had it been since he had seen her?

"I know he is inside," one of them yelled angrily.

Rick, Jordan and their other cousins stood opposite the crowd, trying to keep them calm.

"We can talk about it," Isaac said, his hands in the air defensively.

"We don't want to talk. We want him out of the pack property."

"He is not going anywhere!" Rick growled, his wolf very close to the surface.

"Rick!" Jordan warned. "We are not including him in our pack right now. There is nothing to be upset about. Callum," Jordan said addressing to the oldest Callum. "Can I talk to you in private? The Callum was resistant at first but walked to David's office, walking past Sam, who was hiding behind a pillar.

"I know Sam. He will ruin the Pack youth," this time his mother spoke. Sam bit down on his lips, trying to hold back his tears. She still hated him after three years. He couldn't help himself as he walked down the stairs.

"And how exactly will I ruin the youth, mom.?

All of the eyes snapped at Sam who was looking angry. Rick walked up to him and took his arm. "What are doing?"

"Why? Do I have to hide all of my life." Sam glared at him, challenging him. Rick removed his hands, knowing this wasn't the time to dominate him.

"You threw a child out in the streets to fend for himself, you think that was moral? And now you are talking about me ruining the youth?" Sam said addressing his mom. "Did you tell your precious friends how you didn't stop your boyfriend from trying to rape me? If I didn't run away that day, you would have let him hurt me, mom. When you couldn't stop from ruining your child's youth,who are you to talk about saving other?"

"Sam," Isaac tried to stop him but Sam had enough.

"All I needed was a normal life. I wasn't hurting anyone. I wasn't forcing anyone to have sex with me. And Carl..." he said turning to him, "We all know your history. I can't even count the number of girls that had complained against you for being inappropriate. How do you point a finger at me.?

"You disgust us!" Carl spat out.

"Don't you dare!" Rick took his collar and pulled him up.

"It's okay, Rick. Truth hurts sometimes." Sam took a few steps back and addressed the whole crowd of fifteen or so people. "I was never a part of Yoda pack even though I wanted to be. I will go away if that makes you happy. Maybe knowing that a boy among you is out there struggling in the outside, slowly going insane, being shoved around by humans and trying to find a place in this world but failing miserably, will make you happy."

Sam started to walk back to Rick's room but he came face to face with Jordan. Jordan placed a hand on his shoulder and turned him around to face the crowd again.

"I am going to conduct a vote which would include every adult in the pack , to decide weather Sam can stay or not." Jordan looked at Callum who nodded curtly.

"We agree."

The crowd slowly trickled out of the pack house, leaving Rick's family in. Rick walked to Sam and hugged him tight, inhaling his send, keeping him as close to him as possible.

"Take that to your room, would you? you are making us obnoxious," Isaac said.

"Fuck off, Isaac," Rick muttered.

"You came out to them?" Sam asked, his voice muffled in Rick's chest.

"He didn't have to. We saw him change after he met you. Like he had been dead all this time and came alive after meeting you." Isaac answered.

"Mmmm..." Rick made a sound in the back of his throat with his eyes close.

"Okay, you lover boys go to your room now!" Rose, Jordan's mother shoved them upstairs.

Rick pushed him against the door as soon as they entered his room and kissed every inch of his exposed body. His cheeks, his lips, his neck.

"Can't wait," Rick said as if he was having hard time making a coherent sentence.

"Rick!" Sam took his face and made him look at him. He chuckled when he saw Rick's wolfish eyes and canines peaking out from the corner of his lips.

Rick bend down and picked up Sam as if he weighed nothing then threw him on his bed.

"Do you have any idea how long I have been waiting for this?" Rick voice turned husky, deep like it was sound of the wolf inside him instead of the human.

"Will it hurt?" Sam asked, biting his lips. He had heard too many horror stories of how much it hurt to take a cock back there. And going by Rick's size, he might be ripped in two.

"I will prepare you, Sam. I might be impatient but I want you to enjoy this as much as I do." Rick took his Bermuda pants and slipped them off his body, next went his half sleeved shirt. Rick took Sam's hand and pulled them above his head, then leaned down to hover above him. He darted his tongue out, circling Sam's nipple. It beaded against his tongue. Rick's black eyes didn't stray from Sam, as he took his nipple between his teeth and bit down on it softly. Sam moaned, raising his hips to rub his hard cock against Rick's.

Rick moved down his body to grab his dick and lick the head of it.

"Ahh...fuck," Sam cried out.

He sucked on the head of his cock, looking at Sam with his stormy eyes. He looked nothing less than a wolf hungry for his meal. Dangerous and sexy. Sam was holding on to his sanity by an inch, drowning in the sea of sensations.

"Rick," Sam threaded his finger through Rick's blond hair.

"No. No. No," Rick warned, "keep your hands above your head. Let me have my taste."

Sam turned his head to the side, biting on to the pillow, the sensation was too much. He needed more though, he needed Rick's hand on his cock to lessen the ache. Rick shocked Sam by taking his cock deep in his throat and sucking it with a loud pop.

"Rick, no more," Sam begged. "it's too much."

"I am just getting started, darling." Rick smiled with an evil glint. He kept at his ministrations, sucking licking and occasional bites with his canines. It was turning Sam mad, he was all sensations, all nerves. He needed to come badly.

Sam closed is eyes feeling the tingles in his cock, the impending orgasm at the precept.

"Uhuh..." Rick moved up and took his chin, forcing him to look at him. "I let you go too easily yesterday. Today you are not coming until I do, you understand?" he asked, looking dead serious.

"Then don't fucking suck me like there is no tomorrow." Sam bit out.

Rick smirked. "I will do whatever I want. If I want to suck you I will, and if I want to spread your ass and eat you out I will do that too."

"Fuck, Rick, don't say things like that. It's so dirty." Sam closed his eyes in embarrassment.

"I like it dirty, Sam." Rick chuckled. "Don't worry, I won't push you today. We will take it slow today but one day you will kneel on your front, spread your ass cheeks with your hands and present it to me like a good boy."

Sam bit his lips, the picture Rick painted was obscene. Sam would have never thought of doing something like that in a million years. Who knew Rick could be so kinky.

"For now, I will be vanilla. Common missionary sex for my virgin baby." Rick gave a innocent peck on his lips before leaning forward and pulling out condoms and lube from his drawers.