Chapter 4 : In the Valley

Kenny's POV "Though I walk through the valley, I shall fear no evil." "What?" "Nothin'," I muttered, turning my back to all of Dustland stretched out infinite before us. Lonton rested right on the edge of one of the canyons out here, too small to be of note to tourists, but big enough to fuck us over in terms of escapes. Erosion from silver mining had killed off most of the plants here, leeching the desert into a badland known for its dust; thus the name. It made for an excellent stage for fireworks and star gazing though. Dare I even say romantic? David had killed the lights in his little red coupe so we sat in almost total darkness at the Sugar Stump, as tradition dictated we should. Didn't mean shit with our advanced senses, but it was the principle of the matter. "Goddess' ass, we got like twenty minutes till Suzy gets wise and figures out I'm not actually surprising her with something for New Year's." David ran a nervous hand through his shorn locks, licking his lips as he eyed me in the backseat. "You—ah—you ready?" "Yeah sure." I crushed my cigarette underneath the heel of my boot, and spat so the tobacco wouldn't be so heavy in my mouth. You know, when we kissed. Wonder Boy here hated it, and I tended to like things better when he wasn't bitchin'. Nice and easy. I swung myself over the edge, because he had a convertible like us, and bounced against the butter leather of his premium seats. He fit his car—all light and bright and grade-A Americana. I crowed in the back like an oversized fucking crow, circling my small section of seating at a loss of what to do with myself even after so many times doing this. So, instead, I sat stock-still, fighting against my body, so I wouldn't seem eager—just a business transaction, nothing more. David looked at me then. He breathed deeply through his nose that had his nostril flaring, gathering my scent. "You smell like him." It wasn't hard to figure out who. "But he ain't here." I didn't want to think about Jojo, not there, not while we did this. I climbed into the blond's lap, trying to mimic those candy boys in cities we'd only dreamed of. He was hard, the thick bulge of an Alpha's cock was firm against my ass, a line of searing heat even through my Levi's. I looped my arms around his meaty neck, forearms too thick with muscle to be an Omega's. "Is he?" "Fucking hell," David made a sound like he was wounded—deep and guttural in his chest that I felt vibrate in mine like a secondary heartbeat. He shoved his whole face in the crook of my neck, worrying at my pulse. My legs gapped open naturally, splayed out on either side of his demanding hips. As wanton as one of those whores—those candy boys—in the city. "Gunna make you feel so fucking good. Gunna make you smell like me. Gunna make you mine." My cock twitched at that, I'm ashamed to admit, and I gripped the back of his head as he sucked hickies dark enough to last a few days. Good thing it was winter; I'd have more options in clothing to cover up his dirty work. Otherwise, he'd have gotten a hook to the face. "Hey," my voice hitched, feeling a scrape of fang across that zone only meant for serious lovebirds. I yanked him by his scruff, hackles raised as he cursed me low. "What did we fuckin' agree upon? No marks!" "I wasn't going to claim you, calm down," David rolled his shoulders, a crackle of Alpha energy spreading out against the pheromones. Pre-rut spiced like aftershave, pine needles, and aged whisky. It made my mouth water. "Like I could walk around with you on my arm!" It shouldn't have stung, but it did. I wasn't one of them candy boys, all waifish and androgynous, and cute as a kewpie doll. I was a big guy, six feet and a solid one-seventy, filled with all the muscle that came with living a hard knocked life. I could take a punch and deal it in spades. And yet, here I was, still thirsting for his knot like one of those cock addled whores. "Like you'd deserve to be on Kenny O'Rourke's arm. Champion of the Four Corners Junior Boxing Championship for three years running." "Yeah, but who beat you last year?" "It was a rigged match, tough guy." He'd gotten a potshot on me, a natural southpaw. It'd left me stunned enough for him to make a couple of body blows to rank up points. Wasn't a knockout and I didn't go down. So to me, it didn't count. "Ref was blind." "We could have a rematch." David was quick—the wrestling team had made him faster in all the ways that mattered as he pinned me to the door, long legs bracketing mine. "What do you say, O'Rourke? Wanna wrestle?" Fuck. Me. "That a fuckin' threat?" I was sweating bullets, false bravado being killed with each drip. I was hard as a fucking rock and it was taking everything in me not to ride his thigh like a fuckin' chopper. I wiggled my fingers, his hands like steel manacles across my wrists, and pushed back. We were almost even in strength, but David eked out a victory with that extra push being an Alpha gave him. He growled, wolf peeking through the man, and my balls drew tight. "Easy there, killer." "Not a threat," he husked, "it's a fuckin' promise." And he sucked on my ear lobe like a toffee. I slammed into him like a bucking bronco, all teeth and no finesse, hungry for him. He arched into my grip, used the unfair advantage of my long locks, and waged an all-out fucking war on my mouth. Brutal, precise, and goddamn deadly. I ground against his thigh shamelessly, swallowing his note of surprise, tasting that sweet honeyed desire on his tongue. But an Alpha doesn't just sit there. They lead. He bit my teeth gently between the points of his fangs, pulling my bottom lip taunt as he palmed my ass. He jerked his crotch into mine to press the beginning of a chub to me, letting me know he felt the same. We kissed until I felt dizzy, and breathless, and leaned back with a harsh rattle of a gasp. The sight that greeted me was so erotic that it had me pressing back, kissing him so deep it was practically a check to see if he still had tonsils. His eyes were blown, black eating up the green, lips bright pink in the chill of night, and swollen with his efforts. "Let me fuck you tonight," David asked in the warm air between us, cupping my face like a dame's as he kissed me sweetly. "I want to—to feel you take me deep." "David," I frowned. It's not like I didn't want to…but shit, that seemed too intimate for what we were doing. "How much is that gonna cost me?" "It's not about Dad. Fuck Dad!" I snorted, because yeah fucking right. This seemed to dampen the passion between us, and his thick brows furrowed. "What? You don't believe me?" "That you don't give a shit about your Old Man? I mean, ain't he the reason why we're even doin' this, to begin with?" "Yeah, but not tonight," he admitted. "It's a national holiday. You can heal him next week. Deal's still on the table, but consider this a freebie. Besides, it'll help with your rut. I know it's comin' in three days." "You countin'?" He opened his mouth and I shut him up with a quick kiss. "That was rhetorical, genius." "You keep mouthing off and maybe I'll make it premium." "Ah, now that's the dick that I know." I patted his back, manly slaps to clear the sappiness away. "How generous of you, my fucking knight in shining—Oh fuck!" He'd flipped me, a classic throw in wrestling that I should've seen coming. My back bounced, air rushing out of me in surprise more so than pain. David spread my legs wide so I couldn't retaliate and used his claws to rip the seat of my pants straight through past my underwear. Cold desert air assaulted my ass and cock, and I hissed at the sensation. Until he pulled me up ass first to his face, forcing me to do the world's most awkward handstand. "Hey, asshole!" I wiggled but his arms barely budged. "I ain't one of your pretzel bitches! Now hurry up and set me down before I get fuckin'—Shit!" David Hurt, Mr. Perfect, was licking into my ass like I was a fucking glazed doughnut. My legs spread, the fight leaving me in a boneless hormonal mess, Omega heat burning me to the quick as my cock swelled up to full mast in no time flat. I fucking hated it. I fucking loved it. "Shit! Don't stop!" He let my spine rest to curl over me, some type of primitive Alpha instinct rushing to the forefront, trying to protect me at my most vulnerable. I slid further down the seat, better able to move, and pressed his head to my hole. He spread my ass and plunged deep enough to curl my toes in my boots. "Fuck, Davey!" He hummed, liking the nickname I'd heard Suzy call him once. That's how it all began—teasing him after school on the bleachers, miscalculating a rut, Jojo fucking up with a robbery— The heady feeling of having the star quarterback on his knees worshipping me. "I think you're ready," David purred, leaning back on thick thighs, removing his belt, and popping his fly all in one motion. He was big, I knew that from sucking him off. Cock proud, curving deeply toward his belly button from a patch of fine straight blond hair. The tip was rosy, like it was blushing, a little bead of cum pearling at the mushroom head. "You?" I wasn't sure, but I wasn't going to wuss out. I had the pride of a Dropout to consider. No pussin' out at any cost. "Don't be a fucking moose with me," I warned, and David lit up like a Christmas tree, snatching me back up. I swallowed, feeling the blunt pressure of his head teasing me. "I ain't got a lot of practice, you hear?" "A virgin," he sounded like he'd won the lottery and I smashed his face away from mine. "That's so fucking hot—" I sat on it, real quick, as deep as it would go, thankful for that Omega ease everyone talked about. Fuck him—David may have been an absolute asshole, but he felt fantastic. We both struggled for words, gasping at the feel of it all, that electricity of Alpha and Omega rocketing into our nerves. It felt good, it felt too fucking good. "Move dumbass!" "Shit Kenny!" And then he was fucking me, hard and fast and dirty, and I was in heaven, panting like the bitch the Dropouts teased about. A branch snapped, and I wouldn't have cared if the wind didn't shift then and a familiar scent brushed past me. Shit, it was the fucking spud! Goddamn Ashford Wells! And then I was cumming with a howl I was sure people could hear for miles, fireworks bursting above me in technicolor stars.