by Sam Hall
“Unh!” their grunts were synchronised, both seeming lost in the sensations. It was uncomfortable and ungainly, I was sure my teeth were scraping them up something fierce, but neither seemed to care. I felt the slight shifts of their hips, the muscles of their buttocks taut as they struggled to stay stationary. I wrapped my hands firmly around the base of each guy, jacking them off as I sucked.
“Fuck Jules….”
“Gonna come,” Brandon said. “Please….”
“Mmmm…” I hummed, and increased my pace.
“Oh fuck!” Brandon said and jerked forward, unable to stop his hips from snapping spasmodically in time with the gouts of cum shooting from him. Then he gasped and pulled away, too sensitive.
“So close…” Slade said, hands reaching for my hair. He kept his fingers light, just slowly, aimlessly caressing, all of his attention on his hard cock. “Jules!” he finally cried and shoved himself deep into my mouth, fingers like iron as cum shot down my throat.
“So,” Finn said, appearing at the door as we all lay there gasping, “who wants breakfast?”
22
Kelly arrived halfway through the meal. Thankfully, I’d taken the time to pull on a robe, though the guys were still more or less in a state of undress. Finn’s loose cotton shorts being the most formal dress, and then down to Shaun with a towel slung around his hips. She stopped at the door, hand raised almost tentatively to knock, looking through the glass into the dining room, her brows shifting, as if she couldn’t believe her eyes. “You look well,” she said finally, having come inside.
“A lot better than I did, right?” I said.
“Thankfully, yes. I knew you were one of us, that you’d be fine when you changed… Doc Hobbes will be very pleased to see you up and about. She’ll be by soon to give you a check-up.”
“Sit down,” I said, indicating a spare seat. The tone of command in my voice was probably not an appropriate one, particularly as she was the leader of the community. No one said anything, but everyone noticed it. I could tell as the guys eyes flicked sideways and back to their plates, hands curling around cutlery. “Would you like some breakfast? Finn’s made quite the spread.”
“No,” she said, not making eye contact, though she made the effort to smile, “I had breakfast earlier. You must have a lot of questions.”
“Not right now,” I said, going back to cutting up my bacon. “I’m Tirian, and so are all of you. You live this side of the gateway because your ancestors came over a long time ago, and now you protect the gate from the dark wolves, like the one that bit me.”
“How did…?” Kelly’s eyes snapped up to Finn’s. “Did you…?”
“No, they didn’t have a chance to tell me much,” I said. “I had visions while the doctor kept me sedated. I saw a lot of what I was, of our history.”
“That’s remarkable. I’ve never heard of anyone doing that before.”
“Maybe it was a side effect of the black wolf’s venom. Where’s my dog?”
“Buddy is with Doc, she’s been looking after him while you’ve been ill. I’ll have someone bring him up once we see you’ve stabilised. This place is called the honeymoon suite, any new females who have come into their power take up residence here until she makes a decision about her pack. It gives her the privacy and space to indulge her desires, work out what will be best for her.”
“My pack?” I said, looking around at the guys. “I don’t have to make a decision, I’m not relinquishing any of them. As long as they want to, they stay here.”
Shaun’s face transformed, his smile so bright and intense I almost had to blink. I’d never seen anyone look so happy at something I’d said before. I caught his eyes, looking into the intense blues, momentarily stunned by his reaction.
“Now, Jules…” Finn said.
My head whipped around to face him. I’d had no more than a few seconds to enjoy it, and someone was talking to me in that ‘be reasonable’ tone. “Jules, we all want to be here…” he said, and one by one, every guy made it very clear that he spoke for them, “but a pack takes more than just desire. We’ll be together for many, many years. Children may well come. You are making decisions about the future fathers of your children.”
“Don’t talk to me like that,” I said in a low growl. “Don’t ‘manage’ me, don’t give me the ‘see reason’ talk…”
“The feelings after the first change are very, very intense,” Kelly said. “I think your wolf is quite dominant, she’s rubbing off on you, which is a good thing. We need more strong women in the community, but Jules, he’s right…”
“Maybe he is, maybe he isn’t. That’s not what I’m disputing. I don’t like being talked down to.”
Kelly sighed and then rubbed her hand over her face, suddenly looking very, very tired. “Whatever decision you make, we will respect. As long as all of the members of the pack are willing, I won’t stand in your way. But if you want my advice, and you probably don’t, it is talk to the other women here. I’ll send some of the others, Brandon’s mum would be a good one, Carissa is another. They are also very strong, are high up in the hierarchy. If you are willing, they will tell you their stories about their packs, how they came to their current arrangement. You don’t have to take anything they say on, but the perspectives of those who have gone before you can be useful, sometimes.”
I felt restive, like I wanted to get up and pace, back and forward, watching this woman, this interloper who had come into my house. I wanted my dog and my stuff and my car with me, right now. I didn’t want to listen, it was all very clear to me. This was good, the shining look of hope on Shaun’s face was confirmation of that. I was where I needed to be, with who I needed to be with, I knew that with absolute certainty.
Which alerted me to the fact something might be wrong. I never felt this sure about anything. Decisions I made always were accompanied with a bit of healthy anxiety. Was this right? Would I be OK with the consequences? It was tempting, as I looked down that table at the smorgasbord of man flesh, equally on offer as the food, to just assume this was some kind of sexual nirvana I’d been moving towards all my life, but the old me shouldered her way forward for a moment and expressed concern. I didn’t even know what a pack bond was, so how could I be ready to make one? I didn’t really know these guys, not as people. I felt almost a tussle inside myself, hot possessive thoughts that eyed the gap between Kelly’s hand and Finn’s on the table with great interest, along with a cooler, more sensible voice of reason that recognised it was none of my business at this point who else Finn spent time with. I forced myself to nod, finding it difficult to get my neck to bend and I gritted out, “Set it up. Sounds like a good idea.”
“I hope it is, truly,” Kelly said. “You won’t have many women come by here for a while. Tempers will be short as you adjust, but if you need any of us, please reach out. I’ll go soon, but there’s one more thing I must address with you. The other men, usually with a woman born on the reservation, they have a window of time to petition you for room in your pack. Just talking…” she said, watching as everyone began to stiffen and shift in their seats. “You are not in any way obligated to take any of them up on their offer, but it just helps settle the tensions with the single men if they feel they at least have a chance.”
Slade, who sat next to me, dug his fingers so hard into the table he left grooves in the wood, and Shaun’s eyes were wide with pain. When I looked at Brandon, he forced a smile and said, “You should do it. You have to know, if there’s anyone out there you’d be more compatible with.”
Finn nodded, “We’ll be here, until you don’t want us to be. You can’t jeopardise anything with us by listening. We can even be present when they petition, if you like. Whatever you need, Jules, we’re here.”
“OK,” I said, my words sounded weird and hollow inside my head, “set it up.”
“Let’s leave it for a few days, let tempers cool a bit, and then we’ll do some short sessions.”
“Fine” I s
aid, “and what about work for me? For the guys?”
“Everyone involved is on indefinite leave until things are settled. Tensions are high. We’ve had to quell more scuffles than I can count since you shifted. I’ll be in touch.”
23
“This is a bad idea,” I said as we pulled up at the meeting hall. My body was at war over the prospect of being introduced to other guys and deciding if I should add any more of them to my pack. My stomach churned, leaving me feeling slightly nauseous, and I felt the tension start to dig in at my temples. I rubbed my head, trying to ease the pain, which made the apparently scratchy lace of my bra rasp against my nipples, hardening them to points, making them throb with both the sensation now and the memory of what the boys were doing this morning.
“What’s a bad idea?” Finn asked, sitting next to me. He placed his arm around my shoulders when he saw my expression and drew me closer. I fought back the urge to groan, drowning in the cloud of musky male scent, the smell of his desire, of the more earthy smell of our coming together this morning, not quite eradicated in the shower afterwards. My cunt ached from all the attention it’d been getting, yet I felt hollow inside, wanting more.
“Going to meet the guys,” Slade said as he turned off the car and moved to face us. “Lemme guess, princess, you’re nervous and horny.”
“How do you…?” I said.
“I can smell the fear. It’s a strong scent, kinda repellent, but a turn on at the same time. And horny?” He smiled and reached over, cupping my breast, his smile widening as I arched into his hand, whimpering slightly as his fingers closed over my nipple. “You’re in heat, baby. Right now, it's your default state.”
I shifted in my seat, placing my hands on the centre console and moving forward, forcing Slade back, so my lips grazed his. I wore only the lightest of cotton clothing, a pair of shorts I’d usually use as pyjamas and a short singlet. I couldn’t bear to have anything heavier on my overly sensitised skin, but I knew it left the other half of my body only barely covered on Finn’s end. His hand went to my thigh as if on automatic. “Let’s blow this off, then I’ll blow you. We can fuck and fuck…” I said.
“That’s a given, no matter what happens today, baby,” Slade said, pushing my shirt up and the cups of my bra down. I yelped when the calluses on his hands rasped against my bare skin. “Though I will hold you to that offer of a head job.” I barely heard what he said, his clever plucking fingers had my full attention, right up until Finn’s hands slipped under my shorts and into my dripping cunt. “Get her really worked up,” Slade said over my shoulder.
“I know, this isn’t my first rodeo,” Finn said, though his voice cracked on the words. When I reached for Slade’s cock, he pushed my hands back, holding them so they stayed on the console, then leaning forward to shove his tongue into my mouth. Sometimes they were like this, refusing to let me please them, worrying about coming before we got to fuck. My Tirian-self accepted this as her due, though I began to feel like I was devolving into a self-centred bitch, only caring about my own pleasure. That was a hard concept to keep in my mind as Finn’s fingers shoved into me, driving the curl of arousal inside me tighter and tighter, and Slade bent his head to suckle on my sensitive nipples…until they both pulled away.
“What the fuck?” I said, frustration pushing the haze of lust partially to one side.
“That stopped the anxiety for a moment, got you out of your head,” Slade said. Finn wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back onto his lap, so I perched on the solid lump of his erection. His hands cupped my arse, then reached back to spread my thighs wide.
“What do you feel when I show him your dripping cunt?” Finn murmured in my ear.
“Like I want him to bury his dick or his face in it.”
“Then when someone walks in that door that makes you feel the same way, you know you’ve got a possible contender.”
We walked into the meeting hall, them smirking and me grumbling. I was painfully aware of the liquid slip of my overheated folds as we did so, which was apparently the point. They opened a door with a bunch of keys and ushered me into a small room that contained several chairs and a bed.
“What’s that for?” I asked, but I already knew. “Test drives?”
“If you feel the pull that hard, then yes,” Finn said, taking a seat on it, Slade sitting next to him. I looked at the two of them and my mouth went dry. It shouldn’t, we’d fucked in every position possible in the last few days, but all I could think about was them on the bed, naked, me between them and… There was a sharp knock on the internal door in front of me.
“Take a seat, princess, you’re going to be here for a while,” Slade said. I paused, looking from him to the door. Who’s behind it? Have I already met them? How will I know if I want them to be part of the pack? I felt like my ability to discriminate had fallen to the wayside. I never really chose any of the guys, just fell into a sexual relationship with them. Is there anything more to it? They seem to be hoping so, though I have no way of knowing as we rarely talk. There’s always someone hard, and I’m always ready.
Slade chuckled when I picked the large wingback chair, covered in a plush blue velvet, then groaned when I hooked a leg over one of the arms. I instantly felt the stretch as I did so, my clit felt like it was popping up and taking notice. I would never in a million years have sat like this before the change, especially in front of strangers, but I wriggled in the seat, the tension in my groin starting to throb in a pleasurable way. “You’re going to drive them insane,” he said, almost gloating, “smelling like that.”
“And us too,” Finn growled. “Maybe we can cut the session short today. Say she’s tired or something.”
“Not gonna work. They know how bitches turn out in their first season. She could screw every man in that waiting room, and she’d still be ready for more.”
“Stop putting ideas in my head,” I snapped. The person on the other side knocked again. “Enter!” I said.
A well-built guy with wavy brown hair opened the door, freezing in the doorway, eyes dropping down to my crotch. He licked his lips, trying to look up to meet mine, but failing. Slowly, as if pushed down by an inexorable hand, he dropped to his knees before me. “I want to be considered for a place in your pack. Please.” His eyes finally flicked upwards, the irises sporting a bright green sheen. “Please consider me.”
I looked over my shoulder at Finn, who had appeared at my back, his hands resting on my shoulders. I moved on my chair, trying to push them lower onto the aching tips of my nipples, but his fingers dug into my skin, forcing me to stay where I was. The guy crawled towards me, something the Tirian inside me liked very much. I watched him moving very slowly through slitted eyes. “He’s petitioning you,” Finn prompted, trying to force me to think through the haze of lust. “What do you feel?”
I jerked my legs down, snapping my thighs shut, the man groaning in response. I looked over my shoulder and said, “The same as I always do, like I want him to shove his dick or his fingers in me or eat me.”
“Yess…” the petitioner hissed, drawing a little closer.
“Stop where you are,” I said, and the ring in my voice had him freezing on the spot. I got up from the chair, and the man at my feet had his eyes trained on my crotch as I turn to face Finn. “This is the thing, before I came here, I would never make a decision about a relationship based on lust. That’s only useful for a one night stand. How am I supposed to decide who to tie myself to right now? I just want to get off. I want someone to touch, me, stroke me, lick me, fuck me. I don’t give a shit who does it, it could be him, you or all of you, one for each hole…”
“Consider my interest piqued, love,” Slade said with a grin. “I didn’t think you were keen on that, but it would take some preparation…”
“Shut up, Slade,” Finn and I said.
“But none of that would mean anything, it’s just physical. I can’t do this, Finn, I can’t. Tell them I can’t.”
“OK
, OK,” he said, holding up his hands. “I understand what you’re saying. It’s just a tradition, but I’m sure there’s a way around it. People tend to bond during the honeymoon period. I know it feels like it’s all sex, sex, sex, but often it starts to turn into something more tender. Complaints were made that guys who weren’t initially picked never got a chance to make a connection, so a formal petitioning was created, to try and alleviate some of those tensions. I’ll have a talk with Kelly and see if there’s another way.”
“Please…” the guy at my feet said.
“No,” I say, “not you. You are meat.”
The guys all went very still, so still I looked around to see what the hell was wrong. The eyes of the man on the floor lost their green tinge and he got to his feet, eyes on the floor. “Sorry about that,” he said, in a much more measured tone. “Name’s John.”
“Hi, John,” I said, waving awkwardly. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what I just said but…”
He shook his head and gave me a strained smile, “It’s OK. I’ll send in the next guy. See you around.”
There was another knock at the door, but Slade crossed the room, putting a hand on it to keep it closed. “I don’t think it’s as hard as you are assuming it is,” he said. “Maybe it is, for your human brain. You would normally date a guy, get to know him and then make a call whether to take a chance on a relationship, but your Tirian brain...” He poked his finger at my head. “I think it knows exactly what it wants, you’ve just got to get out of its way.”
At his words, I was transported to the night I shifted, the horde of males surrounding me in a mob, thinking they could take me down, force themselves upon me. A wide smile spread across my face, I could feel the cool air against my teeth. I moved Slade to one side, then opened the door. Slade and Finn looked on approvingly, right up until I slipped through it and into what appeared to be a big waiting room beyond.
