Suits and Rogues

Chapter 10

    Running…Alphas don’t run. They charge and take. They never flee. It’s never in their nature to do so. Yet, as branches whip and scratch at Odin’s skin and leaves and twigs scrunch beneath his feet, it seems like he is just like any other wolf – a predator that still has submissive qualities.

    It’s the first time Odin’s heart pounded so hard in the last 7 decades. Goosebumps are prominent on his arms and sweat stream steadily down his skin. Drops of blood from nature’s scratches leave a trail to the forest floor; making it too easy for his pursuant to follow him.

    “F***!” Odin cursed as his pajamas slipped down his waist. Whoever tailored such low quality cloth needs a damn smack in the face. Odin couldn’t afford to pause to pull it up for he sense the hellhound just a few feet behind. No matter how fast he runs, he couldn’t seem to outrun him. So, as he runs, he keeps shifting his pajamas up with his legs until it got high enough for him to grab and tie a knot to it to keep it from slipping down once again. He could’ve had a better chance in wolf form but he currently can’t trust his wolf. He knows that if he shifts, the dominant control to their body would transfer to his wolf and Odin knows that he’ll be running towards the hellhound and not away from him.

    Damn it! He needs to get away fast!

    Running faster, he uses the adrenaline, fear, and excitement as his fuel to push himself to the fullest speed. He managed to gain a wider distance between him and the hellhound but it cost him by reopening his wounds. He felt the familiar burn of the same wolfsbane he was attacked with by the enforcers and he cursed those f*****g bastards to be subjected to eternal torture.

    As much as it annoys him, at least he found out something.

    Sensing the hellhound beside him, he panicked. How the hell did he caught up to him so fast?! Odin took a sudden halt before running back towards where they came from. If there’s anything he knows about chase is that the pursuers usually never expect their target to run back. They can predict their targets to go left, right, up and down but never back.

    He sensed the hellhound flash past him so Odin took it as his chance to gain a wider distance between them. A few heartbeats later, he heard a sudden halting movements. Stone crashing together filled his hearing along with the sound of feet skidding to a halt. The smell of soil became richer along with the smell of fresh and dried leaves being torn apart. The hellhound stopped faster than he anticipated but by that time, Odin is already halfway back to the old brick house he woke up in.

    A terrifying roar echoed throughout the forest, making him shiver. His wolf is whining at him to go back, to not leave their mate but Odin is adamant in getting away.

    When he saw a patch on the ground that is bedded with stone instead of soil, he took that as an opportunity to jump on it while directing his body to the right where he could sense the familiar atmosphere of human pollution. He landed a good 10 feet away from his initial direction before heading further right. In that way, the hellhound will lose any way to track him down. There’s no footsteps nor scent that he could track. Even if the hellhound did manage to re-track him, Odin would be far gone for the hellhound to catch him.

    Odin huffed. He’s already near the civilization. A few more seconds and he can lose the hellhound for good. The familiar human buildings started to appear. Odin smirked as he neared while also not sensing the hellhound anywhere near. He could not hear his footsteps, his heartbeat, and not even the sound of his breathing. This just proves that he finally lost him. Still, he ran faster. The more distance he could put between him and the hellhound, the better.

    The buildings got bigger the closer he got. Smoke and the smell of concrete greeted his nose that made him crinkle it in disgust. No matter how long he stays in the city, he still can’t get used to the pollution. But at least the horrid smell will mask his scent. It will make things easier for him to escape the hellhound.

    A few more seconds later, Odin finally got close enough to the point where the buildings’ shadow casted over him. A shiver passed through him as he passed through the shadow and an instinct tells him he felt that same shiver before. The urge to stop and investigate slowed his momentum down but before he could completely stop, he shook his head and focused on running. He’ll think about that shiver later on but right now, he needs to escape.

    It only takes a split second to make a mistake and that’s how Odin found himself suddenly halting upon seeing a familiar tall figure leaning against the wall of a building right in front of him. The late afternoon sun had casted enough shadows around the place but there’s still enough light for Odin to know that a pair of brightly gleaming golden-yellow eyes watch him as he approaches.

    Odin’s heart stopped and his whole body seized. A sense of panic overtook him as he struggles to make sense of what is going on. How did the hellhound got ahead of him so fast? How come Odin didn’t sense him anywhere in the area-crap! His instincts were trying to tell him something important and he chose to ignore it! Why the f*** did he do that?! He knew a long time ago to never ignore his instincts but why did he not listen to it at such a critical time?! F***! F***! F***!

    So that’s what the shiver meant. It was the sign that the hellhound is nearby! Screw it! Why didn’t he listen?!

    Feeling frustrated at himself, he was so close to literally punch himself when he realized his second mistake-he stopped! When you’re running from someone, stopping is a f****** moronic idea!

    Not wasting any more precious seconds, he turned around and darted back to where he came from. However, a pair of muscled arms denied his escape by wounding it around his waist and pulling it back to a wall of muscled chest and an obvious erection.

    Sparks exploded from the contact and Odin’s eyes rolled back in his head at the pleasurable sensations. f**k this mate bond!

    “Caught you.” Came that deep rumbling voice of the hellhound that made Odin’s recently-went-down-b***r came back up. Damn it all to hell!

    Gritting his teeth, he gave the hellhound a murderous look. “I wouldn’t speak too soon if I were you.” With that said, he leaned his ass back towards the hellhound’s b***r; causing the hellhound to let out a groan, close his eyes and lean his head to Odin’s neck. Unfortunately for him, Odin met his head in the middle with a hard head-butt that released another groan of pain from the hellhound.

    The hellhound’s reaction to his attack infuriates him even more. Usually, anyone receiving that attack from him ends up unconscious or too mentally disoriented or damaged or even dead. But the hellhound only groaned as if he just accidentally hit his head on a doorframe and not an extra hard skull of an alpha male wolf.

    ‘At least he let go of me’ he tried to stay positive but he’s still irked that the hellhound has a literally hard head. Damn that bastard!

    To his mortification, his wolf gave him a mental image of the hellhound’s hard head…in the groin that flustered Odin so bad that when he punched the hellhound in an attempt to knock him out, he missed his target. Instead of punching his temple, he punched his cheek instead and not with the force he intended with. So instead of being knocked out, the hellhound only got a bruise and a stinging cheek.

    Damn it! He gave a mental glare to his wolf that his wolf only dismissed with a huff.

    Cursing, he ran away again but it seems like fate is really out to humiliate him that day because he only managed to take 5 steps away before his pyjama decides it’s nap time and slipped down his waist; causing him to trip and dove in to kiss the ground.

    An amused chuckle resounded from behind him that made his embarrassment even worse. It doesn’t help that his wolf is looking at him with mirth with his tail wagging as if he doesn’t share the same body that just tripped and got humiliated. Come to think of it, maybe his wolf wanted this. Judging from the smug look his wolf is sporting, he confirmed it.

    f*****g traitor!

    “Caught any frogs?” the hellhound has the nerve to tease. Odin groaned, wished for the ground to swallow him, and threw a fistful of dirt at the hellhound who dodged it without effort and with an infuriating chuckle.

    Goddess, what had he ever done to deserve such fate?

    “Shut up!” he growled at the hellhound as he heard him approach. He threw another fistful of dirt again as a means of distracting himself from his shame. Trying to get up, he fell back down when the cursed cloth got even more tangled; making him lose his balance.

    f**k whoever made this abominable rag! I’ll kill it for making such a pathetic excuse of a clothing! Odin raged inside his head as he lost his cool, wiggling, clawing, and kicking at the damned fabric to get it off. Instead, it stayed on and got even more tangled. Is this the pajama version of that Chinese finger puzzle? The f*****g hell! Forget about killing the maker! I’ll torture him for eternity for ensnaring me with this awful piece of s**t!

    The hellhound stood there, watching his mate wriggle, writhe and curse at the lifeless thing on his legs. His forehead, nose, cheek, and c**k is throbbing from his mate’s attack that he can’t help but want him even more. His mate is a strong male indeed. It’s rare for him to feel the pain of the attacks from his enemies and yet, his mate managed to hurt him in four different places in less than a day. He’s impressed. However, it was too easy for him to identify his mate’s weakness. If his mate won’t be able to realize it, then it will lead to his doom.

    After a few minutes of wrestling with the detestable piece of s**t, Odin finally managed to upright himself to a kneeling position. He tried reaching for the fabric with his hand to cut it with his claws but the f*****g thing is out of reach! It doesn’t help that Odin’s body and legs are longer than his arms so reaching his legs was always a hard work. He could try biting it with his teeth but his body is too hard and filled with muscles to be flexible enough to do so. Now what is he going to do? Dang it!

    His wolf had an idea though. Trying it out, Odin spread his legs wide and moved his legs sideways like a kitchen tong in order to rip the fabric by force. His movements caused his body to rock, shift, and for his hips to sway. Feeling the fabric give way and hearing that satisfying ripping sound, he became more enthusiastic; moving his body with more effort, not knowing that he’s turning the monster behind him on.

    He only remembered that he was actually in the presence of the hellhound when a huge warm hand landed on his butt cheek; causing him to freeze.

    “What a f*****g tease…” the hellhound drawled hotly that turned Odin on. He was too shocked and embarrassed at what he was doing in front of the hellhound that he was not able to move when the hellhound’s oozing hot body mounted him and draped it above him.

    “If I had known sooner that a chase is all it needs for you to offer yourself up to me then I wouldn’t have tried too hard to be a decent man for you to accept me.” Odin shivered at the intensity of the hellhound’s tone. His whole body shivered and trembled beneath the hellhound as it tries to fight off the effects of being near him.

    “I-I wasn’t o-oh-offering…” Odin breathlessly protested as the mate bond seduces him to its wiles again; intensifying the sensations he’s feeling towards his mate and reminding him why he should not resist. It’s too much for Odin and it doesn’t help that his body, heart, and wolf fully agrees with the mate bond; making him weak against the onslaught of the ethereal pull that usually blesses both sides of the union.

    The hellhound chuckled darkly as he nipped at Odin’s exposed neck. “Then pray tell, what does it imply when your mate goes on his hands and knees, legs spread wide, ass up, hole exposed and leaking, mating pheromones oozing out to the air, swaying hips, and hard c**k in front of you?” Odin shivered further when the hellhound’s hot breath tickled his ear; making his c**k throb.

    It’s only then that Odin realized that the position he’s currently on is a mating pose. During mating, the female usually take the same position as his – on her hands and knees, body laid down to the ground, ass up, tail brushed to the side (when in wolf form), pheromones oozing from pores, hips swaying, and whines of desire leaving her lips. Besides that, mates usually take in that position as an invitation for their mate to mount and mate them.

    The mental image made Odin’s arousal even worse and it seems like that’s the trigger that made the mate bond tighten its hold on him. It felt like his decades of being celibate and sexually frustrated became fuel to the mate bond that allows it to make him submit to its wiles easier. Judging from his encounter with the hellhound some time ago, that seems plausible.

    Odin, fight it! Damn it! He cursed at himself as he felt his control slipping – being replaced by the mate bond. It’s another losing war as slowly and surely, the effects of the mate bond possessed him.

    His train of thoughts went from “Stop being affected by him!” to “Why am I resisting? He already mounted me. Why not just let him claim me as his? His c**k is already near my hole and no one’s watching.”

    His body relaxed and decided to offer itself further to the hellhound by pushing his ass further to the hellhound’s awaiting member.

    “f**k!” came that thundered curse from the hellhound’s lips that turned Odin on more. A moan escaped Odin when the hellhound grabbed his hips and sharply tugged it towards his erection. The sensation that attacked Odin was so intense that he nearly passed out. If it wasn’t for the sharp bite to his right shoulder that was given by the hellhound, he wouldn’t have been jolted back awake.

    “Tell me to stop now, little angry hamster, or else I won’t be able to stop from claiming you right here, right now.” The hellhound breathed to his ear but Odin was too drunk from the mate bond’s influences to reply. A hard spank to his ass made Odin yelp and for his rationality to come back temporarily, only enough for him to comprehend what the hellhound said next. “Last chance, grumpy zoombabie. Do you want me or do you want me stop?”

    Odin only understood the last 5 words and his answer is “f**k no!” before grinding his ass to the hellhound’s evident arousal. That seemed to get the message through because the hellhound grinded back. But instead of penetrating him, the hellhound’s c**k slid through the crack of his ass instead – both pleasing and frustrating Odin. He groaned as he humped back towards the hellhound and it wasn’t long before both bodies are rocking back and forth from their intense dry humping.

    Mewls and whines escaped Odin as the hellhound continues to stimulate his c**k and hole with his monster c**k. The way it drags on from Odin’s balls and upwards through his dripping hole and to the crack of his ass creates unimaginably intense friction that left Odin panting and frustrated for more. He tried wiggling his ass harder to entice the hellhound to claim him, but the hellhound continues to ignore him. And no matter how much Odin offers his ass to the hellhound for taking, the hellhound’s firm grip on his hips refused that access.

    “Please…” Odin begged. The sensations so intense he feels like he’s a female in heat with oozing pheromones, greediness for s*x, and dripping hole-wait…dripping hole? He sobered up for a while as he reached a hand behind him and dipped it to his asshole while the hellhound continues to hump him. He moaned as he felt slickness drip out of the hellhound’s c**k and land on his moist skin. Taking out his hand and bringing it near his face, he was shocked to find out that his hole is indeed dripping with lubrication – the same lubrication that females ooze out when aroused. “What the f**k?!” he whispered-yelled as he used two of his fingers to test out its viscousness. He could’ve concluded it as the hellhound’s pre-c*m that got wedged inside his hole but the scent confirmed that it came from him.

    What the f**k is happening?!

    His shock and worry got washed away when he felt the hellhound’s c**k bump his hole. “Oh f**k…” Odin moaned.

    “f**k indeed.” The hellhound stated and Odin turned his head to look at him to see his golden-yellow eyes trained on Odin’s fingers that are coated with his weird lubrication.

    “S-stop…” Odin weakly grasped onto the weak rational voice inside him telling him that what he’s doing is wrong.

    “You should’ve told me that when I still have the self-control to stop, little bunny.” The hellhound continued his ministration, grinding his c**k harder towards Odin’s hole as if preparing to conquer his unexplored cave. Odin could only groan in reply as his climax started approaching. “And besides,” the hellhound suddenly dipped a large finger inside Odin; making him arch his back and let out a pleasured scream. “why should I stop when you are made to be mine?” with that said, the hellhound got rougher and his movements became faster. Instead of slipping his c**k through his ass crack like before, his erection had taken on a new mission by trying to slip inside Odin’s cave.

    Through the s****l haze, Odin continued his half-hearted protest while feeling the hellhound’s c**k slip further and further in with every bump to his hole. “The goddess made a mistake…”

    Another dark chuckle came from the hellhound. “Who said it was her doing?” was his reply before harshly thrusting his c**k to Odin’s hole; making the tip penetrate his opening.

     “Ohhhh fuuuucccckkkkkk!!!!” Odin screamed in ecstasy as he came. An jet of his c*m escaped from his tip; showering the ground with his baby-making seeds as the hellhound continues to hump him; trying to push his manhood even deeper to Odin’s hole.

    But as soon as Odin’s ecstatic scream ended, a new bout of noise came next, and this time, it’s a noise of gunshots and hunting hollers.

    “Stay down!” the hellhound told him as bullets started flying towards them while the hellhound covered his body with his bigger ones. Panic seized Odin when the hellhound slipped the tip of his c**k out of him and when he recognized the familiar voices of the enforcers yelling to kill them.

    Still not fully recovered from the s****l haze, he stayed numb and disoriented as the hellhound took him in his arms and started running away. More bullets, knives, and wolfsbane-coated arrows pursued their escaped. Yells and sounds of shifting bones reached Odin’s ears as the hellhound took him away from their chasers.

    Their surroundings became a blur as the hellhound ran. It wasn’t long before they gained enough distance from their pursuers and for the hellhound to find a waterfall. To Odin’s surprise, the hellhound threw him in; making Odin yelp in surprise at the sudden coldness.

    Resurfacing, he glared at the hellhound. “What the f**k was that for?!” he growled.

    “Go behind the waterfall and stay there until it’s clear. I’ll lead them away from you so you can escape.” Was the hellhound’s reply before disappearing in a flash.

    Odin was left there, dumbfounded at the sudden turn of events and looking lost for the first time.

    What the f**k had I done?

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Author's Note: So sorry for the long wait. Class just started and I'm swamped with school works and I've been facing some mental health issues lately. To make matters worse, Stary Writing deleted this chapter twice so instead of publishing this on Sep. 29, it got delayed up til now. Again, so sorry for the long wait.