Three wolves ran through a field, galloping across the tall grass as the warm winds of summer blew across the land. Two adult males rolled playfully across the ground, playing with the young pup between them. They let it try and tackle them, and climb across their backs and heads, believing that it was strong enough to take them down with its negligible weight.

Sometimes, the little ball of fur would come charging at them at top speed, thinking it might inflict some terrible damage on its target- only to then fall flat on its behind, knocked off its feet without either of the two wolves having to lift a finger to stop it.

It nearly broke Kyle's heart into pieces with love to see him do things like this.

Joshua was his father's son, through and through, and would grow up to become an amazing high alpha someday...

He sat at a distance now, watching Adam and Joshua frolic in the grass, drunk on happiness beneath the golden shafts of sunlight streaming around them.

Days like today seemed to stretch on forever, but he knew that in reality they were limited in number.

He had every intention of appreciating each and every moment he spent with these two. Savoring it. Making it last for as long as he possibly could.

The days of Adam's paternity leave, after all, were drawing rapidly to a close, and he would have to take back over from Derric any day now as the pack's proper high alpha. Derric had been only too happy to fill in for him while he cared for Kyle and his newborn son, and Adam thought he deserved the honor more than anyone, given how instrumental he'd been in setting things right again.

After defeating Rannulf, the position of high alpha had returned to Kyle’s alpha male, who, upon treating his many injuries, would have the chance to take charge of his people once more. Adam had gladly accepted the position, but had made the stipulation that, if his father Farrar so chose, he could return to the high alpha-hood in his place. Now that he was no longer being poisoned on a daily basis, the pack medicine men predicted that he would make a full and complete recovery, thus enabling him to return to his position.

Farrar, however, had turned down the offer unequivocally.

“Just because I'm physically able to rule, doesn't mean that I'm the ruler my people deserve. I allowed all of this to take place right under my nose- not just the uprising against me, but the radical antagonism of so much our pack against the outside world. I was either too blind, or too arrogant to see it. And our pack was nearly forced to pay a terrible price for my mistake. They deserve better leadership than what I may continue to provide them, and I see that now.

“The throne is yours son. And not only do I owe you the depth of my gratitude for saving my life, and our people. But also an apology... I was wrong to think I could control your life, and make your decisions for you. I was wrong to insult you for choosing your own path, and to make you feel as though your freedom was a betrayal. However much I might have feared my legacy being tarnished, there was never any excuse for me treating you the way that I did. I'm sorry, my son. My only child. And if you can ever forgive me, I would love it more than anything if I could be a part of your life again. Your life, and the life of my son-in-law, as well as my grandchild to be...”

And Adam had forgiven him. Without hesitation. Without even thinking twice about it.

Kyle wondered whether his own parents would do the same- whether they would forgive him for what he had done, for giving up on his once promising future, once he ever got around to telling them about all of this.

These days, however, he found that none of that mattered to him quite as much as it used to.

Let them wonder.

Let them hate him for the rest of his life, if that was what they wanted.

Kyle had found where he wanted to be.

He'd found the one place he was certain he belonged in this world, and nobody, anywhere, was ever going to make him give that up.

He'd been looking up at the clouds, thinking about all of this, when the sound of his child suddenly drew him back to the present moment.

He looked over, and saw that Joshua was yawning in the grass, parting his tiny jaws and sucking in as much air as his miniature windpipe would allow him.

Adam looked over at his omega with his one good eye, and signaled wordlessly that it was probably time for the three of them to head back home.

Kyle agreed, feeling at that moment like the luckiest man, or wolf, in the entire world.

He traipsed over to where Joshua lay, and picked him up carefully in his teeth by the scruff of his neck. It was still hard for him to get used to doing this, afraid as he was that it might somehow hurt him, but gradually his instinct was starting to take over, and he was beginning to grow more accustomed to it.

That seemed to be happening with a lot of things in his new life as a wolf shifter, and the beloved omega of the pack high alpha at that.

The three of them set off across the tall, grassy plains, headed for home beneath the gentle warmth of the summer afternoon.

Standing naked in the bedroom, Kyle watched through the open door to the baby's room as Adam put Joshua to sleep. There was his man, holding that fragile, innocent life in his mighty arms, kissing it softly on the forehead, then stooping down to place it in its crib, with the gentility of an angel.

Something about the whole thing stirred up emotion in Kyle's chest- as well as a fire in his loins.

The paternal nature of it, and the contrast of his alpha's strength with the tenderness of his actions, made him hot under the collar. He looked down to see himself sporting an erection, the tingle between his legs unbearably sweet as he considered the possibilities at hand.

The two of them had been intimate numerous times by now since their reunion- almost on a daily basis. However, between Kyle having given birth and the extent of Adam's injuries, they'd been forced to limit themselves to oral and manual stimulation, and Kyle now found himself burning to go all the way again- both for himself, and as a reward to Adam for being such an incredible husband and father.

After a few minutes, Adam closed the door to where the baby slept, and turned back into their room to see Kyle lying stretched out on the bed in a suggestive pose- a pose that he knew could only really mean one thing...

“What's this?” he asked, a smile spreading across his face.

“You'll just have to come over here and find out,” he said.

Adam strode slowly over to him, his penis standing slowly up as he approached the edge of the bed. He paused there, letting his eye roll along the perfect body of his omega. Then he looked back up at Kyle's face, seeming mildly concerned.

“Are you sure you're ready for this?” he asked. “I don't want to hurt you...”

“It's been months now,” Kyle said defiantly. “I'm not just ready for it. I'm starving for it...”

He reached out, and grabbed his alpha by the cock. He stroked the warm flesh, pushing his fingers from base to tip, getting him harder and longer with every pass he made.

Adam tilted his head back and sighed with pleasure. Kyle thought his alpha’s heart might go leaping from his chest with pleasure.

“Okay...” he said under his breath. “If you say so, I'm sure as hell not about to argue with that logic...”

He climbed into bed with him, and Kyle felt the perfect weight, the delectable heat of his alpha's body crushing down on top of him.

Their mouths met, and they pushed their tongues into one another, French kissing like the newlyweds they were as they rolled across the bedspread, groping and caressing, playfully vying for dominance as they crossed from one side of the bed of the other. Adam kissed the side of his neck, and ran his tongue hungrily through the salt of Kyle's flesh. Kyle tensed, shrugging his shoulders with the happiest of smiles across his face.

Adam's flat palms cascaded across the front of his body, moving over the contours of his musculature, sweeping across his heaving chest, his flat stomach, down along his thighs and back up around his taut round buttocks. He moved his grip up and down along Kyle's belly like he was husking him, peeling away layers and layers of him until he got down to his very core.

Loving every minute of this, Kyle reached down between his alpha's legs and seized a hold of him, taking the shaft of his erection and pressing it up against the head of his own burning, dripping cock. The slits of their penises met, warm bands of fluid spanning between them as they kissed and pulled apart. Adam shivered on top of him with pleasure, and Kyle took this as a sign that he liked what he was doing.

He wrapped his hand around both of them at once, and started masturbating them both simultaneously, pumping out the sweet glistening fluid all over one another as they surged toward the heights of arousal.

Reclaiming control as Kyle hoped he would eventually do, Adam reached down and pulled away his hand from between their legs. Then he pinned both of Kyle's arms up over his head by the wrists, and forced his ankles down against the bed with his legs.

He leaned in and resumed kissing him, slowly and passionately on the mouth. Only this time he lay rocking his body back and forth along Kyle's body, rubbing the shaft of his cock up against Kyle's own, squeezing the two of them together with such a sublime, unbearable pressure, that Kyle almost couldn't stand it.

“Oh yes... Yes... Yes...” he gasped, whispering the words around the bristle of Adam's facial hair pressed up against him.

Adam pulled away with a low groan after a few minutes, their bellies covered in jizz, their bodies both still burning with an unquenchable desire for one another.

“Before we go any further,” said Adam, “There's a new position I've been wanting to try for a while now. It's a little bit different, and I'm not sure how it will go...”

“What is it?” said Kyle, excited about the idea of trying something new, even if he didn't know what that might be just yet.

Adam smiled at him. “I'd rather just show you, and surprise you. But first I have to know that you trust me...”

Kyle looked at him for a long moment, a twinkle in his eyes, his heart feeling like it might be on the verge of spilling over. He looked at this man, this alpha male, who'd changed his life in so many ways. Who'd saved him in so many more ways than one. The father of his child. The foundation of everything he now was. His savior from a life of unhappiness.

He nodded his head finally, and smiled.

“Of course I trust you,” he said. “I trust you with my life...”

Adam gave him a grin that skirted the line between tender and dirty, and nodded back at him.

“Alright then... Let's give this a try. Just lie on your back, and hold your legs up. I'll take care of the rest.”

Kyle's erection leapt at the very suggestion of this, and he happily obliged his alpha's request. He reached down, and pulled up his thighs, clearing a path to the tight channel of his anus.

He braced himself, holding his breath, wondering what Adam might have in store for him.

He was surprised when, instead of moving in facing him, Adam turned his body away, treating him to a succulent view of his tight ass and back muscles. He watched as his alpha spit into his hand, and rubbed saliva up and down along his cock for lubricant. Then he did it again, and Kyle felt the sweet, warm moisture of his own shaft being lubed up in return.

He tightened his buttocks as the sensations rang through him, then eased them back again once he'd pulled away again.

He watched, and waited, and was surprised yet again when Adam doubled his body over, opening up his ass, and tightly gripping the sheets in front of him.

Then he lowered himself down, and Kyle thought he finally got the gist of what he was up to.

He gasped.

His eyes widened.

At once, he felt the rock hard substance of Adam's sizable penis climbing up into his asshole, filling up every trembling inch of him, as meanwhile his own rigid member was pushed up his alpha's tight butt, inundating him with a sweet, delectable heat, which he hadn't at all been expecting.

Slowly the men entered one another, pressing themselves simultaneously up inside, the pressure and intensity of it far more than anything Kyle had been anticipating.

Hell, for that matter, he'd never even thought it possible up until now.

He began to whimper, then to moan, “Oh God... Oh God, yes... Yes... Yes...”

And he was surprised to hear Adam moaning in return, the macho alpha so accustomed to dominating him in bed, evidently reduced to the same trembling state as him by the pressing of a man against his prostate.

By the time Adam had lowered himself all the way down, both men were shaking, straining from the effort and from the unspeakable pleasure it evoked in them. Their bodies perfectly locked together, as though they'd been designed for one another- Adam inside of Kyle, Kyle inside of Adam, in such a way that it became impossible to tell where one man ended and the other began.

Adam held and held on top of him, and then, once the anticipation had mounted long enough, he lifted his body back out again, and slammed himself back inside.

Kyle cried out.

So did Adam.

Kyle didn't think he'd ever known pleasure so thorough, so all-consuming, as that which he now felt. The pressure of Adam's penetration. The friction of himself as he penetrated Adam in return. The hard filling and unfilling of their bodies as Adam hammered his pelvis downward, driving himself through him in vicious, delectable arcs, pushing Kyle up inside himself as deep as he could go.

The pleasure was deep. Instantaneous. Unbearable.

Adam thrust his body vigorously through the air, slamming down onto him like a jackhammer, amplifying both forms of stimulation to their absolute apex. All Kyle could do was lay there on the bed and allow himself to be subjected to this glorious torment, inhuman as it was, and so much more than anything he might ever have conceived.

The slamming of their muscles.

The unspeakable depths of their mutual penetration.

The rising of heat, of pressure, of the burning through every quivering inch of them, accompanied by the loud, wet, desperate slap of flesh against flesh, body against body, man against man.

He felt the room spinning around him. His head doing somersaults. His heart beating in his chest so violently that he thought it might burst out at any moment.

Then he moaned at the top of his lungs, howling, as though up at the full moon, despite it being the middle of the afternoon.

Then, with one last, desperate plunge, Adam slammed himself down into Kyle's ass, and shoved Kyle's throbbing manhood all the way up into his own.

In that moment, the entire world seemed to vanish away around them.

The pleasure flowed through their bodies like a circuit, nerve endings firing, pressure building, then bursting and overflowing. Almost at once, the two men began to ejaculate into one another, yelling, gasping, crying out as their hot, sumptuous loads spilled violently into each other's bodies. Kyle felt the bliss of his alpha's seed surging up through him, coating every inch of him, reclaiming him, once and for all, as his own, as meanwhile he did much the same. He felt his erection pulsing, shooting into Adam's body, in nearly perfect time to Adam's own steady ejaculation.

The two men filled one another, pouring themselves full of their love, a mutual surrender that said far more, spoke volumes beyond what words ever could.

The waves of climax rose through Kyle's trembling body long after the last drop of himself had been pushed out, and he felt his warm fluids flowing back down inside Adam's body, inundating him with his own sweet, delectable heat.

Finally, with every ounce of pleasure exhausted to its limits, Adam pulled himself slowly out from between Kyle's legs. Kyle immediately felt the loss of his absence, his entire lower body feeling cold and abandoned by the separation.

Quickly enough, though, Adam made up for their separation in spades, twisting his body back around, and climbing back up along the bed to where he lay.

“How was that?” he asked, still panting, his body soaked nearly to the bone with sweat.

“Filling...” said Kyle with a smirk, every bit as winded himself, and Adam grinned at him. “God, you're amazing,” he added, and Adam wasn't going to argue the point with him.

Instead he wrapped his arms tightly around him, cradling him against his chest, kissing him tenderly as they spooned in the cool haze of the afterglow.

“I love you so much,” he whispered in Kyle's ear, rubbing his beard against the back of the neck. “You and Joshua mean the world to me...”

“I love you too,” said Kyle, running his fingers slowly through Adam's hair. “More than you'll ever know...”

The two of them continued to kiss softly, to touch one another, to become lost in the brilliance of their love. It had taken them each an entire lifetime to discover the closeness they now shared. And now that they'd found it, nothing in the world was ever going to tear them apart again.