Rise Of The Bullied Lycan.Chapter 12: quick and shallow.When Dallas placed him on the bed, Ford’s body jerked and his hands shot down to his thighs, soaked and wet, scrambling for something to soothe his blazing skin. He was sloppy, hands still sticky and coated in his slick as he immediately reached up toward Dallas’s face. A small hand clamped into the front of the alpha’s shirt, stretching it down and Ford’s other hand came up just enough to paw at that alpha’s jawline. He was smearing his scent everywhere, Dallas coated from the front where he leaked on the taller from being carried, various wet spots patched across him.

He watched as the alpha grabbed his hand, stopping his movements and took a finger into his mouth, sucking the slick off his finger thoroughly. It made the omega’s mouth water, wanton sounds slipping from his lips as his pliant body did whatever the alpha in front of him wanted. There was a feral glint in the alpha’s eye’s that Ford had mostly missed before.

Rise Of The Bullied Lycan.Chapter 14: a breach of space .Ford Cannon peered up at the clock. He had Thirty minutes left. He’d again succeed at not learning anything. He felt cold touches to the back of his neck and his body operated on its own accord, leaning back in his seat, giving the finger’s what they wanted. Dallas always grabbed his fragile neck. The finger’s pulled at his neckline showing more of the skin on his shoulder’s. He knew what the alpha was doing. The omega knew where every single love bite was located. He felt Dallas run his cool tips over the tainted skin, finger’s dipping into his collarbone as the alpha inspected him. 

The chilled finger’s were soothing his burning skin, his flushed anxious body cooling by the second. It was like Dallas took the sweat from his drink and pressed it to the smaller. Dallas was releasing calming pheromone’s toward him. It was almost intimate, and for once, even though it was an odd occurrence, Ford didn’t have the fight in him

Rise Of The Bullied Lycan.Chapter 16: violence might just be the answer .Ford rolled over again. Dallas was on his back, arms behind his head and eye’s mostly closed as his breathing evened out. Ford couldn’t hold back his actions, leaning over to nip and lick at the corner of Dallas’s lips in appreciation. He hummed, making sure to press his tummy against the taller before lowering his head to bite at the other’s chest. Ford must’ve been too excited, fang drawing blood, a thin line dribbling down the alpha’s peck. Ford paused, expecting the worst but the alpha never moved.He tastes so good. Anxiety flushed through him, but he lapped up the crimson liquid, nursing the wound. The omega’s sense of taste was acute, most likely because of being half Lycan, and the smaller, always picky about what he eats because he could always taste every ingredient, licked slower. Raze was... right? His blood didn’t taste extraordinarily good but it wasn’t repulsive either, it was like eating a

Rise Of The Bullied Lycan.Chapter 18: successfully mated .Things were getting complicated. The attack in town lit up the news even more so than the last killings. Everything was taped-off within a two block radius of the kill site and the nightclub Dallas was at had to temporarily closed down due to investigation. The university announced through public email that no one was allowed to be out of their dorms or on campus grounds after 8pm. Ford was getting fidgety. Midterms had already passed, him doing mediocre at best but nothing that would hurt his GPA. It was getting colder and Raze was getting restless. Ford didn’t know what to do at this point. Security cameras were being placed at every entrance, watching the grounds at night meaning Ford couldn’t use the back stairwell anymore. The kill had been too close. Raze should’ve went further into town. Raze shouldn’t have killed in town.He blew on his hot cocoa and pulled the blanket closer to him, couch feeling stiff on his

. Rise Of The Bullied Lycan.Chapter 20: sliver of fear .Blood. Rich, thick, seeping through the fur of Raze’s thick black coat. Ford stayed quiet. The Lycan’s face was buried in the chest cavity of a male passerby and by the clothes Ford could only assume he was out for his morning run. The later time switch made Ford nervous. 4:30 was pushing it. 

Raze’s eye’s were closed, teeth snapping and braking through three ribs as his face became layered in the red fluid. It was all Ford could smell. Ford himself kept on high alert, ears peaked, wanting to be aware of their surroundings as Raze fed.There was a soft breeze, enough to pick up stray leaves but too subtle to break them from branches. signs of small wildlife were naught, creatures as such vacating the area on Razes arrival. Horns and city life could certainly be heard but it wasn’t what Ford was listening for. It was something else.Upon further thought Ford had come across something that hadn’t entirely made sense. At th