Claimed by the Alpha (first time gay werewolf erotica)

Freshman Luke Evans wasn’t even interested in joining a frat. But when he met Psi Alpha president Gareth Harwood, everything changed. Gareth’s a werewolf, and he knew Luke was destined to be his mate. Will Luke give in to the overwhelming sexual attraction he feels and let Gareth claim his body? Warning! This 6,300 word short story is simmering with werewolf longing and explicit first time gay sex!
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At the touch, Luke whirled to face him, breathing hard. “Look, I’m sorry. I need to go.”
Inside, his wolf roared to full awareness, ready to kill whatever had disturbed his chosen mate. Gareth struggled with the beast, trying to master it before it took over his body and forced him to change. Gareth closed his eyes, fighting to control the monster within him. When he opened his eyes, Luke was still there, breathing hard, staring at Gareth.
Gareth couldn’t make his lungs work. He was drowning in desire, suffocating on the cold night air that didn’t do anything to quench the fire inside him. He licked his lips, trying to think of what Luke was saying, trying to concentrate, but all he managed to do was whisper. “Please,” he said.
And then Luke’s hand was on his neck, pulling them together. Their lips touched and the spark between them roared to life. He took Luke’s mouth, hungrily driving his tongue into the younger man’s mouth. He tasted like honey and green grass and hot, bitter need, and he melted before Gareth’s assault. Luke groaned and pulled him closer, sucking on his tongue. Gareth slid his hands down Luke’s back, feeling the muscles play under his fingers, and he pushed the younger man back against the railing. He could feel Luke’s cock throbbing between them, and he knew Luke could feel his own aching need.
There was a crash from inside the house, but the two men didn’t even jump. They were lost in each other. Gareth sucked Luke’s tongue, pulled away slightly, grabbed his lip in his sharp teeth. Luke groaned and melted, pulling him tighter against him. Gareth nipped at his lip, then started laying a line of kisses up Luke’s stubbled jaw toward his neck.
“Gareth, I—“ interrupted a voice.
Gareth’s head snapped up, and in his arms, Luke froze. Gareth turned toward the voice — Ryan, his Beta, needed him — and Luke twisted free with a sobbing sound.
“I’m sorry, Gareth,” he cried. A second later, he was silhouetted in the doorway, pushing through it to get away from Gareth.
“Oh, dammit, man, I’m sorry,” Ryan said.
Gareth stared at the departing figure of his mate, then turned with a scream of rage and punched the deck railing. The warped lumber splintered and sharp pain shot through his hand. He seized the pain, using it to focus his will, pushing his desire and his wolf’s need down. “What?” he growled, staring at the broken board.
“It’s not important. Somebody knocked the TV off the wall. Man, I’m sorry, I’m going to try to fix this, okay?” Ryan paused, but Gareth couldn’t bring himself to turn. He stood, fists clenched, staring at the deck. A moment later, Gareth heard Ryan’s footsteps leaving, and he fought back a sob. Time to be the alpha, the club president, the happy party host.
He forced his breathing to calm, forced his face into a smooth shell, and turned for the house.