Page 10 of An Alpha's Commitment

“There’s another run coming up soon,” I blurted out, apropos of nothing, the thought having slid randomly into my brain. “Are you going to come this time?”

Isca’s eyes widened. “Ooh, yes. I want to do that. If Talius thinks it’s okay…”

In previous months, Isca had stayed home during the full moon run, but it had been hard on him. The entire pack ran together on these nights, including the little ones. Of course, the youngest ones couldn’t run too far, and after an hour or so the families returned home and the pack broke up into couples and singles. Blood ran hot, and many relationships started on these nights. Talius ran a respectful pack, so any omegas claimed on nights like these had to be consenting. Sometimes other packs ran with us, but they knew the rules and as far as I knew no-one had stepped out of line.

"I'd like you to join us," I told him. "I didn't like leaving you at home the other times. It somehow didn't feel right."

It was true. Before Isca, Talius and I would have broken awayfrom the pack and stayed out most of the night playing and mating under the full moon, but since he had joined us, it felt strange - wrong even - to run just the two of us. For the last couple of pack runs we'd declined to break away and instead headed home early to Isca, so I was excited to think Isca might run with us at last.

"I didn't like missing out either," Isca acknowledged with a small grimace. "You know, my old pack didn't do full moon runs, or any kind of pack run at all."

"Seriously? But they're wolves! How could they not? I mean, it's in our blood, it's hard to resist."

"They used to get drunk instead and then they'd go into the omega-house and use the omegas," he told me, sadly.

I raised an eyebrow. He shook his head.

"Not, not me, not on those nights. On the full moon I used to sneak out and run by myself."

"Alone?" How sad for him. The moon sang for us to run with our brothers, sisters and non-binary siblings. I thought of that lonely omega running the night forest alone, heeding the call of the Goddess. But it was better than the alternative.

A thought struck me. "How could they even get drunk? Shifters are scarcely affected by alcohol!"

Isca shrugged. "I don't know, but they did. At least, they behaved like they were drunk."

He paused. A tiny spot of pink appeared on each pale cheek.

"I think I may have seen you and Talius one full moon," he admitted.

I gave him a lopsided smile. "With the pack? Or just the two of us?"

"Just the two of you."

"I guess we gave you a good show then," I smirked.

"Um, no," Isca's cheeks were burning now. "I left before you got to that..."

"Never mind, we'll make up for it this time."

"If Talius agrees..."

“We’ll ask him when he comes in,” I murmured, snuggling closer to Isca and scenting at the base of his neck. He smelled of soap, fresh citrus and something indefinably him. “Mmm, you smell good,” I told him. I felt his nose riffling through my hair and he pulled back, nostrils flaring. His brown eyes widened, pupils expanding, and he leaned in, tongue swiping over his lips. I had a brief moment to note how his lips glistened and then they were on mine as he pushed me back down into the bed and rolled on top of me.

I felt his length hardening against me, my own cock filling in response. He was unusually dominant tonight – usually I was the one initiating action between us – and I wondered if Talius’ plan was already boosting his confidence.

“Ah,” I gasped, dragged out of my thoughts by a warm hand snaking between us and curling around my shaft. I shuddered as he stroked a couple of times and I hardened further. Then he thrust his hips upwards, rubbing his cock against mine. I groaned.

“Goddess, I want you. But I can’t take it in the ass tonight,” I groaned.

Isca snickered. “Still sore from your heat? I’m not surprised the way Talius was pounding into you. Still, you were begging for it…”

“I was, wasn’t I?” I felt the heat flame in my cheeks, as I remembered moments from the last few days. Omegas in heat weren’t the most bashful or decorous of creatures. I wasn’t really embarrassed though because Talius never made me feel silly, or dirty in a bad way, and truth be told, the more wanton I became, the more he seemed to love it. Come to think of it, Isca did too.

“It seemed to get you all hot and sweaty too,” I reminded him, gazing up into his eyes.

Isca's eyes skidded away, and he squirmed. I’d turned the tables on him and he was so cute when he got embarrassed.

“Just trying to fit in with you guys,” he mumbled.

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