He couldn’t remember all the dream, but he’d felt like he’d been there, not dreaming. And by being there, he meant all the visions of Bowen fucking Chiz into unconsciousness seemed more like memories than something he’d made up.
There’d been the weird bit about Bowen having fuzz pop up on some of his body parts, and the biting thing— Dare shivered, only he wasn’t scared or disgusted. He wished he were. That’d be a normal reaction to seeing a man turn into something still human but not…totally, and there’d been the fangs, and the spark of orange and gold in Bowen’s eyes as he’d sunk too-long-to-be-normal teeth into Chiz’s shoulder.
Dare only had a good imagination when it came to drawing, so it was weird how vivid he could see the whole episode as if it’d happened—in his dream, of course.
And his cock was not going to be ignored. Dare turned over so he could reach his nightstand. He took out his fattest dildo and his favorite lube. The stuff was expensive but so, so worth it. He kicked aside the blankets and sheet, then set his supplies down by his hip. He wanted to play with his tits for a little while. They weren’t normally sensitive, or not that he knew of, but damn! They were all but crying out to be touched.
When he brushed his hands over both nipples, Dare did a little crying out himself. Pleasure shot from his tits to his groin then spread to every point in his body.
“Oh,” he panted. “Oh, fuck!” How had he not known how much fun those things were?
A few plucks and rubs, and his dick was leaking pre-cum and his hips had a mind of their own and kept pumping and squirming. His entire body burned with need. Well, with horniness. He couldn’t get the images of Bowen shoving Chiz down over that tailgate and pounding into him.
“Biting,” he muttered as he reached for the lube. He got the tube open and the contents spilled everywhere. Dare could not have cared less. His vision was blurred but he saw Chiz and Bowen in his head, and he had to join them.
He slicked up his cock, then his dildo. That thing was thicker than his fingers combined, but Dare loved working it into himself slowly. The bite of pain, the rough stretch, the complete fullness…those were things he craved.
And if he craved the touch of the two men he was fantasizing about, that was okay. He wasn’t harming anyone.
But he sure wished he had more hands. It’d be nice to have his tits played with while he jacked off and began easing the tip of the fat dildo into his ass.
Dare had plenty of experience with that dildo. He knew how to make himself relax, how to take the entire length of the toy into his ass. He still had to take his time, but that was part of the fun.
As he imagined the two men, Dare could picture himself there as well, maybe leaning up against the back of the truck bed—forget how uncomfortable that would be, it was his fantasy to have, so he’d make it good—and he’d watch the expressions on his lovers’ faces as they fucked.
And they’d watch him, too.
“Not—” Oh, fuck it! He could pretend they were all three lovers if he wanted to—and he did want to.
Dare stroked his cock slowly as he pushed the dildo farther and farther into his ass. He squeezed his cheeks, squeezed his eyes shut tighter, squeezed his shaft harder, and the rush of ecstasy that enveloped him stole his breath. With one shove, he buried the toy in, heard Chiz cry out, heard the rumbling, growling sound Bowen made—
And saw fangs and fur in his mind’s eye.
And Dare screamed, coming so hard he thought he might just die from it. Every part of him heated then tingled then sparked like he had live wires flopping loose inside him. He didn’t know how much he came, how long his climax lasted, but when it did finally end, Dare was limp as overcooked spaghetti. He couldn’t even move his hands or do more than pant.
Eventually, he came out of his sexual stupor. His ass hurt—the dildo was still there, and the cum was making his hand stick to his cock.
“Ungh.” God, he was wrung out, but he needed to get up and shower off. The sheets were probably a mess, too, but he’d deal with that later.
After removing the dildo and carefully releasing his pecker, Dare eased up from the bed. He was a little wobbly as he made his way to the bathroom.
Despite the superb orgasm he’d had, the vision of Chiz and Bowen was still forefront in his mind, even after he’d showered.
Dare checked the time on his phone. It wasn’t even four in the morning yet!
Which means I probably woke up at the witching hour. Not that he believed in such a thing, but he’d just watched a movie about witches before he’d gone to bed.
Wide awake now, Dare sat, as naked as the day he’d been born, at his kitchen table and he grabbed his sketch pad. He wouldn’t be able to get rid of the images in his head until he exorcised them.
He spent hours there, drawing Chiz and Bowen in various poses, most of them sexual, but not all of them. He had planned to keep himself out of the sketches, but grinned every time he gave in and made a wispy, barely there form watching the lovers. It didn’t look like him, but there was a distinctly sexual feeling to his shape.
By the time he finally stopped drawing, it was almost noon. Dare’s fingers ached, and the rest of him was stiff from hunkering over the table for eight hours. His belly rumbled and he groaned when he set down his pencil. Dare stretched and things popped. He glared at the clock before remembering that he didn’t have a club—bar—to go run anymore.
But he did have to find a job, and getting such a late start was probably not a good thing.
Well, he’d get up early tomorrow and see if he could find something, somewhere. Even if it were just washing dishes, he’d need the money.
Dare studied the sketches he’d done. Normally, he was pretty dismissive of his skills, but there was no denying that these were impressive. He kept staring at them, trying to find a flaw, a mistake, but the drawings had come from his heart—or his libido. Either way, they were the best work he’d ever done.
“Not work.” He stood up, unable to look away from the image he’d masturbated to—Bowen, fierce and not entirely human, fucking Chiz…claiming him.
Dare shivered, a little spooked. He scooped the drawings up and carefully considered what to do with them.
It was crazy, but the idea wouldn’t go away. He knew who Bowen was, where he lived. It hadn’t been hard to find out, and he knew where Chiz lived.
Dare scraped together some change, not touching the secret pot of savings he kept under the kitchen sink, then dressed. He looked at his favorite drawing once more. The wispy shape against the truck bed had some definitely masculine parts, but none that could point toward said shape being Dare.
He gathered the things he needed, then left. He couldn’t believe what he was doing. Didn’t know why he was doing it. As much as Dare wanted it to be a gift, Bowen and Chiz were likely to think it was something else. After all, Bowen had furry hands and pointed ears and a ridge of hair going down his spine.
And there were the fangs, or teeth, whatever one would call them. Just looking at those made Dare go warm and jittery with lust.
God, he was losing his marbles.
That was the only thing Dare could blame his actions on as he dropped the sketch into a manilla envelope, sealed it shut, then, after a momentary internal debate, addressed it to Bowen.
Dare didn’t put his return address on it. He bought several stamps and hoped they’d cover the mailing price. He was too shaken up to deal with the post office clerk weighing it out or requesting that he put a return address on the envelope.
Even so, Dare didn’t hesitate when he stepped over to the mailbox. He slipped his bold sketch in the box, then bit his lip and walked away, worrying that he’d somehow left some proof of himself in or on the envelope.
But he hadn’t. His image in the sketch was simply angles and curves.
It would be fine. Bowen would get the sketch and probably think someone was a psycho.
Dare wondered about himself sometimes.
Chapter Se
ven
Bowen had been a little worried about Chiz after they’d fucked last night, but in the early morning light slipping through the curtains, Chiz looked like a sleeping angel.
He’d passed out after they’d had sex the first time. Bowen had panicked, afraid he’d killed Chiz. Bowen had bitten him without thinking, without meaning to. He’d never done that before.
There’d been blood, and Chiz losing consciousness, but as Bowen had freaked out, he’d also noted that Chiz’s breathing was steady and deep, and he most certainly wasn’t dead.
Still, Bowen was scared. He’d bitten Chiz, not with human teeth, but with…non-human ones.
Wolf. I went wolf on him. Granted, not full-on wolf, because that would surely have been fucked up. He’d shifted enough, though, enough that his canines had changed and fur had sprouted on his body here and there. Bowen had been dimly aware of it, because he’d felt his beast raging inside him. The tight, hot clenching of Chiz’s ass had shut up the beast and every other thought in Bowen’s head.
Bowen bit his bottom lip as he tried to figure out how he would explain the bite to Chiz. There was no way he could pass it off as a regular ol’ human bite. His canines had sunk in deep.
It was times like these that Bowen wished he weren’t a lone wolf. He’d never had a pack, just his mom and dad.
Chiz snorted and murmured, then rolled onto his side and threw one leg over Bowen’s hips. “Mmm.”
Bowen, despite all his worries, went hot with lust. His dick perked right up, and he couldn’t resist reaching for Chiz, touching his soft, warm skin and slightly muscled chest.
Chiz murmured again and squirmed closer. Bowen helped him until Chiz was lying on top of him.
Bowen felt the hot, hard length of Chiz’s cock beside his. He rocked his hips, then spread his legs so Chiz slid neatly between them.
“Yeah,” Chiz rasped. He turned his head and bit Bowen’s left nipple. At the same time, Chiz moved his hands up and clasped Bowen’s shoulders. “Wanna fuck me?” Chiz asked.
Bowen grunted and rolled them over, pinning Chiz under him. “Are you sure? You’re not—” Bowen gulped. “Sore?” He glanced at the spot he’d bitten—
Which was now completely healed up. Bowen gasped.
Chiz opened one eye. “What? Have I got deadly morning breath?”
Well, they both did, but that wasn’t the problem, and Bowen didn’t know how to bring up the fact that he’d bitten the living shit out of Chiz yesterday, but now the bite was gone.
“Come on, fuck me,” Chiz said, opening his other eye. “I slept like a rock and I’m horny as hell.”
He grinned and Bowen’s lungs seized as he saw the sharp, pointed tips of Chiz’s canines.
Jesus Christ, what did I do?
Before he could articulate his concern, or even process what those sharp teeth meant, Chiz’s pupils shrank down and yellow chased out the pretty green in his irises. “Fuck me,” Chiz growled, wrapping his strong legs around Bowen’s hips. “Now.”
Bowen growled back, and his canines dropped. His wolf was rising to the challenge presented by another male. “Better watch what you ask for,” he warned, the need to dominate and prove his alpha position growing stronger by the second.
Chiz licked his lips. “Never been so horny in my life. Fuck me. Fuck me!”
Bowen broke. Whatever he’d done when he’d bitten Chiz, he’d have to deal with later. His wolf was snarling for control, and for pack—something Bowen hadn’t had since his parents had died. Maybe not even before then.
He snarled and framed Chiz’s face with one hand, grasping him under the chin. “You want this?” he asked, jutting his hips and grinding his cock alongside Chiz’s.
Chiz whimpered and shook, and the show of submissiveness to Bowen’s alpha was exhilarating. “Please,” Chiz whispered.
“Gonna fuck you so hard you can’t walk.” Bowen released Chiz. He got to his knees and reached for the nightstand drawer.
“Just you,” Chiz said, grabbing at his arm.
“We do this my way,” Bowen replied. He’d already done…something to Chiz. He wasn’t going to risk harming him in any way—again.
Chiz huffed and Bowen pinched one of his nipples. Chiz’s displeasure turned into a throaty whine. “Uhnnn!”
Bowen got out a condom and the lube. He quickly sheathed his cock, then slicked up a couple of fingers.
As soon as he touched the heated, ruched skin of Chiz’s hole, Chiz moaned and pulled his legs up, knees to his chest.
Bowen pushed two fingers in, fast and hard, bumping Chiz’s outer rim with his knuckles.
Chiz’s back bowed and he mewled, all need and eagerness. Bowen thrust his fingers in and out, in and out, until Chiz’s asshole loosened up for him.
He didn’t wait any longer. He pulled his fingers free, lined up his cock and shoved in.
Chiz shouted, bucked and grabbed at him. Bowen gave him a moment to adjust, waited until Chiz began to squirm and whimper, then started to move, pulling out completely and thrusting in until he bottomed out.
Over and over, he drove into Chiz, fucked him harder and harder, the intensity building between them. Chiz scratched at him and grasped and pulled, as if he couldn’t get enough of Bowen.
Bowen hitched Chiz’s legs up, then knelt and used his grip on Chiz’s ankles to tilt his ass forward. Bowen’s balls slapped against Chiz’s ass, and Chiz cried out as he reached for his own dick.
Grunting, growling, Bowen chased after more, needing something he couldn’t comprehend, his orgasm building inside him like a massive storm waiting to break.
Fur broke out along his spine, on the backs of his hands, and his mouth ached as his canines grew even longer.
And Chiz…Chiz was turning into a furball. A terrifying thought tried to break loose in Bowen’s mind, but his wolf snarled and snapped at it.
Bowen pulled out and rolled Chiz onto his belly, then hauled him up to his knees. He covered Chiz, and, unable to stop his wolf, he bit that same sweet spot he’d found the day before.
Chiz howled, Bowen growled…and everything changed.
They weren’t men but beasts, two wild things mating, driven by instincts that were impossible to ignore.
Bowen’s wolf howled with glee as he pounded into his pack mate. Chiz whimpered and shoved back, trying to get more of Bowen’s cock.
Then it happened—something Bowen had never experienced before. His cock grew thick at the base, and thicker still. He couldn’t pull out, not without risking harm to Chiz.
And not when his orgasm finally burst free inside him, and he was coming, coming, coming—
The scent of Chiz’s spunk hit the air a moment later, not the salty tang of human cum, but the earthy, musky aroma of wolf.
A small voice in his head asked Bowen what the fuck was happening. His wolf told that voice to fuck off.
There was no denying now what he’d done.
Bowen had bitten Chiz, and turned him, made him like Bowen—a wolf shifter. That was undeniable since they were both wolves at the moment.
And so they remained until Bowen’s cock finally began to soften, and the knot at the base of it began to go down.
Even then, Bowen remained in his wolf form.
Chiz did, too, though after several minutes, he jerked away from Bowen and growled, baring his teeth, anger clear in his yellow eyes.
Bowen was the alpha, but he knew when he’d screwed up, even if he didn’t know how he’d screwed up. He sat back on his haunches, then he shifted, and held up both hands. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know—”
He didn’t get any further before Chiz lunged at him.
Chapter Eight
Fury and fear battled for dominance in Chiz. He wasn’t a man, he was all wild, cornered wolf. He could hear a human voice in his head, knew it was a part of him, but the wolf had control, and it felt he was angry, that some harm had been done to its human half.
The desire to roll over and show his belly to Bowen was
strong but not as strong as the emotions driving Chiz. He lunged at Bowen, snapping, snarling, trying to decide whether to bite or not as Bowen dodged out of the way then promptly fell off the bed.
The solid thud of Bowen hitting the floor was a victory for Chiz. He leapt, and would have landed on Bowen if it weren’t for the fact that Bowen was quick. He kicked, and Chiz grunted as the breath was knocked from him.
Chiz landed on the bed, his paws and claws tearing at the blankets as he struggled not to go over the other side. Before he could get much purchase, Bowen was there, shifted into that massive gray wolf form, and Chiz didn’t have time to so much as squeak in alarm before he was being pinned to the bed.
Everything about Bowen was bigger than Chiz, except Chiz’s fury. Bowen couldn’t match that.
Bowen didn’t have to. He dropped all his weight on Chiz and bit his nape, a warning growl rumbling from him.
Chiz trembled, his fear and anger fighting against the instinctive need to submit to the stronger wolf. His human side was raging, but his wolf was in control.
And it was his wolf that went limp, acceded to his alpha.
Bowen snarled and released Chiz’s nape, then a moment later, Bowen was human. He grabbed Chiz’s nape. “Shift, damn it!”
As if Chiz knew how! And yet, he did, the man in him surging forward and the wolf regressing.
The man was still furious. “You fucking asshole!” Chiz shouted, his hear slamming in his chest so hard that he thought he might be dying. “What did you do to me?”
Bowen released his hold on Chiz and moved off him. Chiz bolted up onto his hands and knees and scrambled away from Bowen.
At least Chiz managed not to fall, though how he got upright and on the floor was unknown to him. Fear-fueled rage coursed through him, and his brain buzzed like a hive of pissed-off bees had gotten trapped in his skull.
It was entirely possible he wasn’t rational. At all.
“Chiz, please,” Bowen said.
Chiz had been a wolf less than a minute ago. He’d been turned into something without his consent, turned into something he still had trouble believing existed.
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