Jay P.O.V

We were just kids; we should have talked to David's father, the current alpha. David though, being the alpha's son and heir, was the alpha of those technically twenty-five and younger, but for the most part it was only those still in high school. So, when I suggested taking the bullet and telling the alpha, David shut me down; shut us all down. Hard. He forced us all to submit and keep quiet. And now we were in his room once again, watching as he paced while biting at his thumb nail.

"David, think about it-" I tried once more before he turned on me.

"No! Damnit, Jay! I fucking said NO!" David had turned fast and stomped over to me, grabbing my shirt to pull me close as he yelled in my face. "You think my father will hand over the pack after this?! This isn't just some little hiccup, Jay. Remember that one time we got in trouble and the school called our parents? You guys may have gotten in trouble, maybe smacked around a bit or grounded. Me, I got the shit beat out of me among other things because I was the 'alpha-to-be' and should have known and lead everyone better! What do you think will happen if I tell him about this?"

He roughly turned away, only to brush his arms along his desk, throwing everything onto the floor- papers, electronics, pens, cups. Everything was slid right off to crash to the ground, forgotten as he leaned over with his hands on the desk.

"No," He growled to the desk. "We can figure this out on our own."

He turned around to face us once more, "And we have time to do so. After this big event, they'll probably loosen the reigns on us, give us a breather. Let me think for a bit, maybe set up a meeting to our advantage."

I stood and began walking out with the rest of the guys when he dismissed us, but was held back with a hand to my arm. I watched as the door closed.

I wasn't sure what I expected when I was turned to face David. A tongue lashing? Yelling for questioning him or speaking up? I wasn't surprised if I got hit, that was for sure. What really happened was way outside of what I expected to, though.

David looked at me. He just looked at me, hands holding my arms and eyes looking between mine as though looking for something, or even just trying to see past the confusion that lay there thickly.

"You won't tell anyone anything," David stated to me.

I looked back at him impassively, feeling the weight of his words settle heavier and heavier. I finally replied, if only to lighten the weight, "I won't tell anyone anything."

"You won't hint, signal, sign, write, text... You won't do anything in any form to let anyone know about this without my okay," David knew me too well. He knew that I wouldn't just follow him so easily like the others, that I would work around orders if I thought it was for the better.

I nodded, "Yes David, I won't. I will follow your lead, but I won't promise not to throw in my two cents during this shit."

And he knew that was the best he could get as he bowed his head momentarily, chuckling, "Just like you, Jay... I wouldn't expect anything less. One more thing, you will not relate anything said or done in this room to anyone in any form."

I was a little confused that he was repeating himself, "Sure, definitely, David."

"Good," David smiled, before kissing me. To say I was surprised was an understatement! My mind went blank with spurts of 'wtf, wtf, whut the fukk?' tossed around. My eyes were still open, looking at how close his face was, hazel eyes closed as his strong soft lips played with mine, and I realized his hands were no longer just holding onto my arms. They were now sliding up and down before one went to the back of my neck and the other down to my waist, pulling me more firmly in as his lips became more aggressive on mine. And then his left hand slid from my waist to my ass, squeezing the cheek and causing me to gasp in shock.

I found my hands bunching the fabric of his t-shirt on either side of his arms; I definitely wasn't going to wrap my arms around him because I actually was planning to push him away... Which would be a lot easier if we weren't chest to chest and... His tongue slipped in when I gasped, and the sucking and pillaging; I haven't even gotten this far with anyone else yet! Shit, my wide eyes squeezed together in shock when he rubbed his heated groin against mine, and let me tell you, his buddy was no longer his soft friend. In fact, I could easily feel the bulge expanding against me, and it was mortifying when mine couldn't help but respond. Especially with his hand groping my ass and shoving us together.

I took a step back to get away from the stimulation, from the heat and from the kiss that he was dominating me with. Let me tell you, he thought my movement was a great idea, because he followed then lead me back, letting my lips go momentarily before the back of my knees knocked into something and causing me to fall back onto... His bed. With him now once more sucking my tongue from my open mouth, grinding against me more easily, pushing me into the bed. One hand was on my hip, the other running from my head to my chest to my thigh, but there was no longer a hand holding me head. I turned my head to the side. When I brought my hands to his chest, his hands snatched them up without trouble to hold above my head with one. Fricking. Hand.

At the same time, he happily kissed, sucked and nibbled along my neck and collarbone, hand reaching up under my shirt as I gasped through swollen lips, "David... Huhn-ngh." His hand had reached one of the buds on my chest, surprising me at the feel of being touched there while my dick fully hardened against the constant friction and general stimulation, "David, stop."

David growled in response, grinding against me faster, ducking down to, "Ah!" He sucked my left hardened nub through my cotton shirt, pulling and sucking it through the fabric while I could only throw my head back at the sensation, panting when he released it to attack my neck once more, "David, st-sto-sto-Mmngh!"

Oh shit! He kissed me again, and just after... I fricking came in my pants, damnit! David nipped my lip, kissing and sucking even when I turned away, gasping and trying to regain my breath to say something again when his grinding began to unravel into a humping mess until he stopped to only press roughly against me as he came as well before dropping his head to the side of mine, air sawing in and out as well.

We both lay panting in the silence, him resting on top of me still. He finally released my wrists, hand coming down to cup my face without even moving his head from its position against the bed. I swallowed, feeling his heart beat playing against my own, and all I could think to ask was, "David...W-why?" My mouth felt dry, lips swollen. I was a hot, sticky mess.

All he did in response was turn his head to sloppily kiss my jaw, wrap his arms around me and slid a bit to the side so he wouldn't crush me as he dozed in the afterglow of our unexpected rutting. And I was too tired, confused and sated to do more than get comfortable and do the same.

It must have been a couple hours later when I woke against David, now fully on the bed, uncomfortable in more ways than one and ready to bolt. It wasn't until David sat up, rubbing his head and eventually grabbing up some boxer briefs and jeans before walking into the bathroom. He left the door open, having no problem with me watching him clean up a bit. In fact, I was pretty sure he did that on purpose. Sitting up myself, I grimaced at the cold, wet feel in my pants, the wet spot that had seeped through my jeans not doing me any favors.

I had been looking down, thinking about what I should do and how I should get to my own room without getting spotted, when some fabric materials were shoved under my nose. I glanced up before focusing on the clothes handed to me, quickly entering the bathroom and closing the door to clean up. When I switched my cellphone to the new pair of jeans, it was already creeping past six- just in time for supper.

I left the bathroom only to meet face to face... Well, we both weren't really looking at each other. We didn't even speak a word, but he handed my hoodie to me, blushing while motioning to his neck. Confused at first, I then quickly donned the hoodie and zipped it fully up. My darker skin and fast healing would take care of the problem soon, but for the moment, the hoodie was now my best friend. I couldn't seem to bring myself to ask him why... We left his room and headed for the dining room.