by Rose, Renee
The other wolf. Holy shit! Those other wolves are kids from school!
Ice sluices through my veins. My brain tries to chug forward to assimilate all this and then falls off a cliff and crashes.
“Bailey?”
“Huh? Oh, um, no. I don’t need a hospital. Unless I need a rabies shot or… sorry.” I realize that probably sound super offensive.
“S-so you’re a werewolf, huh?”
“Wolf shifter, yeah.”
“Wolf shifter. Is that the same thing as werewolf?”
“Werewolf is not the preferred term. It’s what humans call us.”
“Right, totally.” I hug my knees tighter.
“Bailey? You hanging in there? You’re not scared of me are you?”
Am I scared of him? No. Definitely not. I’m experiencing a huge sense of betrayal at not knowing this whole town are actual fucking wolves, but Cole Muchmore just saved me from a pack of them, so I’m not scared of him, in particular.
Still, I say, “Should I be, Cole?”
He glances up through the windshield at the full moon and utters a low curse.
“Cole?”
“You’re going to be okay, baby. As far as those assholes know, you never saw anyone shift, right?” He glances away from the road to send me a warning look. I notice his hands strangle my steering wheel.
“I never saw anyone shift,” I repeat. “Which assholes?”
Cole makes a distinctly wolfy sound in his throat. A growl that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “That was Bo’s brother Winslow and his buddies. They’re dicks. They had no right to terrorize you like that.” His knuckles go white on the steering wheel and a muscle in his jaw flexes. “I would’ve fucking killed that asshole Ben for biting you if I weren’t outnumbered.”
He’s been winding around back roads for a while, but now he pulls down a long dirt driveway that dead ends at a small cabin.
“And then your friends came to help?” I’m still trying to figure this all out. My brain is still partially stunned from the fright and shock. “Austin and who else?”
“You know, the alpha-holes: Bo, Wilde, Slade. It’s the full moon, the whole pack goes for a run. Listen, you’re not supposed to know any of this, Pink. If our alpha finds out you know, I’ll be in deep shit and so will you.” He parks and gets out.
A shiver runs up my spine.
I don’t even want to ask what deep shit means in this context.
And yeah. My boyfriend is a wolf-shifter. This night couldn’t get weirder.
* * *
Cole
Bailey climbs out of the car and winces when she puts weight on her injured foot. I scoop her up in my arms and carry her to the door. The key is hidden where it always is, sitting on top of one of the porch rafters. I unlock the door and let Pink hobble in while I find a pair of jeans and a t-shirt in the front hallway bins.
Shifters always keep extra clothes available. Every shifter car has clothing in the trunk. Cabins like these are meant as a stopping place when the wolves are out on a run, and are fully stocked with clothing, food and supplies.
And it’s a good thing Austin’s dad is the town physician, because I know there will be a decent med kit here. I find it in the bathroom and bring it out. Pink is sitting on the sofa, with her shoe and sock off. Her foot is already swollen and bruised and she has one deep puncture wound.
Seeing it nearly makes me shift with fury.
I like Winslow okay. I owe him for helping me with The Captain and giving me a job, but he and his friends can be real cocksuckers when they’re together. When they were in high school and we were still small, they used to beat the shit out of us just for fun.
I don’t know if Winslow thought he was doing me a favor by picking on Bailey. I’m sure Bo wouldn’t have told him that our relationship is more complicated than bully and victim. Maybe he was just pissed to find a human in our stomping grounds. That was my bad for bringing her there, although I can’t possibly regret it because of what we shared there.
I give her some ibuprofen with a glass of water, then pour rubbing alcohol in the puncture wound, which makes her shriek louder than when Ben bit her.
“Sorry! I’m sorry, baby.” Fuck. I had no idea it would hurt her so badly. I can’t risk her getting infected, though. Human wounds can get ugly if not treated. We learned that in health class.
After I mop it up, I lick the wound with my tongue. Shifter saliva has healing properties, especially for wolf bites; it’s part of our mating bite biology. I’m hoping she heals fast.
“What the fuck were you doing out there after dark? Are you fucking nuts?” I snarl, even though I’m pissed at myself, not her. I go to the kitchen to find an ice pack in the freezer.
“How was I supposed to know there would be a pack of insane wolves breezing through?” she demands back.
I prop her ankle up on an ottoman and arrange the ice pack over the top of her foot.
Maybe it’s the moon, but she looks so fucking beautiful to me right now. Her hair is a mess, face stained with tears, but those bright eyes and pouty lips make me want to kiss the hell out of her. I stalk over and bury my fingers in her hair in the back, then wrap my fingers and pull.
“What happened last time you were out alone in the dark?”
She sucks in a breath, her eyes darting to my bulging erection and back to my face. “The big, bad wolf got me.” Her voice is soft and husky, eyes dilated black.
“He did, didn’t he?” I purr. All the rage from finding her under attack, hearing her screams while I was running through the woods and fearing for her life, it all channels into sexual energy now.
I want to do all the things to her.
Every. Last. Dirty. One.
“What do you think he’s going to do this time?” I pick her up and flip her to her knees on the couch, her torso folding over the backrest, her foot still resting on the ice on the ottoman. She’s wearing a pair of jean cutoff shorts that her ass fills out to perfect completion, but I reach around the front and unbutton them.
I smack one cheek first, then tug her shorts and panties down. My handprint is already blooming on her cheek and I bend over and kiss it. The scent of her arousal hits me hard and goes straight to my head. My wolf snarls at the surface like he wants to mark her.
I give my head a shake and back away. “Seriously, though. What made you think that was a good idea? Even if you didn’t know about wolves, is going to a dark, deserted place at night a good plan, Pink? You’re a smart girl, genius level, even. What were you thinking?”
“It’s Catrina’s birthday.” It’s little more than a whisper.
I go still. Shove my wolf way down. “Fuck.”
“Don’t stop, Cole.” She’s pleading. Begging for my help with her guilt.
I slowly wind my fingers in her hair again and tug her head back. “Push your ass out for your spanking, Pink.” I make my voice sound harsh. Unforgiving. The way I used to talk to her. I slap her ass once, then position myself better to hold her head back and spank at the same time. Then I deliver a real spanking. Hard slaps alternating right and left. After about ten, she starts squirming and whimpering. I would stop in a heartbeat if she asked, but she doesn’t, so I go on, spanking away until her ass is good and pink. Then I go nuts on the reward. I lift her hips to slide her panties and shorts off over her knees, then push her legs wide. With a thumb in each juncture of where thigh meets ass, I spread her, licking into her delicious nectar.
She shrieks and trembles, but I push her pelvis up against the back of the couch and pin it there so I can lick the fuck out of her. I lick from clit to anus and back again. I made my tongue hard and pointy and penetrate her with it. I suck and bite her labia.
It’s too much for me, though. My teeth descend. I throw myself backward to get away from her before I do something irreversible and trip over the ottoman on my way. The sound of me spilling to my ass jerks Bailey’s head around.
“Cole!” I can tell by the way her eyes wid
en in fear that I’m not me. My eyes are probably yellow. Teeth are down.
I look out the window at the moon.
Bailey’s too smart for her own good. “What happens at the full moon?” she asks, her voice raspy, probably from all the screaming.
And the lust.
I shake my head, getting up. I need to keep my distance from her.
“Do you lose control? Are you dangerous?”
I give a pained laugh. “You could say that.”
“What happens?” She’s still in position, like she wants me to come back and lick her some more. Finish her off. Of course she does. She must be in at least half as much agony as I am.
I shove my fingers through my hair. “There’s a lot of… sexual tension.”
Her eyes round, but not with fear. With interest. She gets off the couch and comes over to where I’m standing near the window. “Maybe I can help with that.”
She drops to her knees in front of me and I groan.
“Bailey.” I know I shouldn’t let her do this. I should lock her alone in one of the bedrooms until morning, but it’s too late. I’m already unbuttoning the jeans and freeing my staggering erection.
And I want to be gentle. I swear I do, but the message doesn’t get through to my body. I grip the back of her hair and hold her head in place as I feed my cock into her waiting mouth. She makes a surprised sound as it goes in, but then she swirls her tongue around the underside and sucks on the way out.
“Bailey. Fuck. Fates. This is insane.” I try to tell myself to let go of her hair. Let her drive, but I can’t. If anything, the more excited I get, the tighter I hold her, the faster I pump into her mouth, barely stopping myself from ramming the back of her throat.
“You give such good head,” I praise her. I’m in ecstasy and pain right now. Dying to come, but never wanting it to end. I don’t know if there’s something magical about her mouth or just that she’s Bailey and she’s willing to give this to me, but I’ve never felt anything so good in my life.
“Oh fates. Oh fuck. Oh fates.” I go too deep and gag her a couple times, then somehow force myself to pull out.
“Are you all right?” I pump my cock with my fist, examining her face for clues that she’s enjoying this.
Her eyes are watering, but she nods.
“Can I keep fucking your mouth, beautiful? It’s so fucking good. Best thing I’ve ever felt in my whole life.”
She reaches for my cock herself and guides it in her mouth. I try to let her lead, but it only lasts a second, and then I capture both sides of her head and fuck her relentlessly. I know it’s not comfortable for her. I’m big and I’m being way too rough and controlling. But she’s a fucking superstar because the next thing she does is reach for my balls. The minute she starts squeezing and massaging, I go ballistic.
“Bailey, fuck!” I shout. By some miracle, I manage to pull out before I come, spilling down my pumping hand and onto the floor. I drop my head back and close my eyes, still fisting my cock. “Oh fates. That was insane. That was so good, Pink.” After several heaving breaths, my eyes pop open. “You never came, did you, babygirl?”
To my utter shock, she drops her fingers between her legs and touches her bare pussy.
I growl. Despite the fact that I just came, my cock lengthens again.
“Cole, will you…”
I wait, but she doesn’t finish. “Will I what, Pink? Lick your pussy? Spank your ass some more?” I drop to my knees facing her and bring my fingers over hers, then shove hers aside to work her wet pleats myself. “Will I spank your pussy?” I give it a little slap and she shrieks.
“I want to go all the way,” she says in a small voice.
“Fuuuuuck.” I fall back on my heels, afraid to touch her while I contemplate that thought. Then I blurt the very next thought in my head. “There are condoms here.”
She’s blushing.
“Austin’s dad’s a doctor. He gave us all the sex talk when we were like twelve and basically told us we could use this cabin to sow our wild oats and that it would be stocked with condoms. I swear that’s not why I brought you here, though.”
She laughs, but then the smile slips away from her face. “Have you brought someone here before?”
“Never,” I say immediately, then flash her a smirk and tackle her to her back. I pin her wrists beside her lovely face. “I like your jealousy, Pink,” I murmur right before I claim her mouth.
Five minutes later, we’re dry humping on the floor and she pushes me away. “Can we spend the night here?”
Excitement rises. I’ve never wanted to spend the night with a girl before. The sex I had was kids fooling around. It wasn’t the kind where you want to hold a girl afterward. But yeah, Pink’s different.
“Yeah, I’m sure we can.”
“I need to text my mom that I’m spending the night with Rayne,” Bailey says. Then she turns back with wide eyes. “Rayne’s a wolf?”
“Ish.” I say, wincing a little at explaining this not-so-nice part of our culture. “She’s defective. Bad genes. You can tell because she’s so small. She hasn’t ever shifted.”
Pink’s lower lip juts out in a sad face. “That’s why kids are mean to her? That’s awful!”
“I know. It sucks. But she might eventually shift. She’s young, still.”
Bailey picks up her phone and texts her mom. I borrow it to text Casey, telling her I’m not coming home and she should go spend the night with one of her friends. She was probably planning on it, anyway. She tries to be gone as much as possible.
“Done,” I say, handing the phone back to Bailey. “First one to find the condoms wins a prize!” I jump to my feet and go charging off to search the bedrooms. I hear Bailey’s musical laugh following me.
“Found them!” she shouts a few minutes later from the bathroom.
I crowd in behind her. “What’s that?” I snatch the bottle of lube from her hands and look at the label. “Damn. Mr. Oakley really set up a little sex den for us here, didn’t he?”
Bailey smacks my arm and laughs, blushing. I pull off her t-shirt, then my own. Turn on the shower. Bailey watches me shuck my jeans, then unhooks her bra and drops it to the floor.
“You okay?” I settle my palms on her waist and slide my hands up. “Still hurting?”
She shakes her head. “I feel good,” she whispers.
“Good.” I pick her up to straddle my waist and carry her under the spray of water with my lips locked on hers.
It’s a good thing I already came or I wouldn’t be able to handle the sensation of her slippery skin rubbing against mine. The sight of her naked tits shifting in front of my face.
I pin her to the shower wall and feast on one of her nipples, sucking, nipping, tugging until she wriggles against me. Then I move onto the other one. While I do, I get filthy with my hands, tracing into her ass crack and making her jump and squeal when I find her anus.
“Oh my god,” she says breathlessly. “What’s your fascination with my butthole?”
“Everything.” I bite her neck, push a little on her tight sphincter to get it to partially open.
She sucks in her breath and squeezes it tight.
“I’m an ass man, and you have a perfect ass. Plus I like how squirmy you get when I touch you there. And”—I drag my mouth up the column of her neck and suck her earlobe—“I’m your punisher. And assholes are where naughty girls have to take it.”
Bailey lets out a full-on sex moan. The kind you hear women make in porn clips. The kind that makes me go rock hard.
“I am going to fuck this ass, Bailey,” I warn her, since she’s obviously into the punish-y vibe. “Maybe tonight, maybe later. But you’re going to take it in the ass from me.”
She squirms, rubbing her hot little clit against the root of my cock.
Fuck, I can’t wait any longer.
I turn off the water and get out, still holding my girl. I pretty much never want to put her down. Like, if we’re vertical, she should be s
traddling me at all times. But right now, we’re getting horizontal.
I grab a towel and wrap it around the back of her. “You grab the condoms and lube,” I tell her and she giggles as she leans over to grab them, rubbing her wet breasts past my face again.
I carry her to a bedroom and drop her on her back. For a moment, I just stand on my knees and stare down at her. She’s like a divine gift from the moon goddess, this lush, healthy human virgin offering herself up to me.
“Are you still wet?” I ask, slowly rubbing my thumb over her slit. I already know she’s still wet; her scent engulfs me, intoxicates me. “Plenty wet,” I say. “But I don’t want it to hurt.” I open the bottle of lube and spread a generous amount around her entrance and her anus. I put on a condom and lube it, too.
Then I shake my head at Bailey with mock authority. “So I’m thinking… good girls get their cherries popped missionary style.” I flip her to her belly and smack her ass. “Bad girls take it from behind.”
I work my thumb between her cheeks and tease her asshole until she starts pumping her hips on the bed. “Spread your legs, Bailey,” I order hoarsely. My words come out thick with need. I kneel behind her and rub the head of my cock over her entrance. She’s tight.
Super tight.
I pause and screw a finger into her instead, stretching her open to add a second, then a third. “You gonna be a good girl and take my big dick, Pink?”
“Try it again,” she encourages.
I apply pressure to her entrance again and this time the head slips in. She gasps and tightens, and I stop moving to give her time to get used to it.
“You okay?”
She gives a tiny nod. “Yeah.”
I brush her hair back from her face to see the side that’s visible. Her eyes are closed, mouth is open. I stay still until she relaxes and starts pushing her hips back to take me deeper.
“That’s it, babygirl.” I don’t dare let myself indulge in celebrating how good her tight pussy feels squeezing my cock like a fist. Now I’m cursing my bright idea of turning her face down, because I can’t watch her expression. I keep my focus on her, watching for signs of discomfort.
