Lunewulf Law

by Lorie O'Clare

  In front of him stood the bitch he knew, beyond any doubt, that he would fight and kill for. Sophie was destined to be his mate, his other half. Sharing her with anyone tore at him harder than anything he’d ever sniffed out in his life. He watched her walk slowly into the barn, sniffing, searching with her eyes, while knowing that she’d do anything for him. Sophie would fight and kill—and fuck other males—for him.

  He’d howled about loyalty to the pack since he was a cub. It was all he’d heard from his sire when he was alive. They were strong, invincible, as long as the pack remained intact. No matter what, a male fought for his pack just like he did for his bitch.

  “I know you’re here, Nik,” Sophie said quietly. “I can smell you.”

  Her lips twitched into a smile as she walked silently over the dirt floor. Dark blue jeans hugged her slender legs and showed off her narrow waist. His cock pressed against his pants while he imagined himself buried deep inside her, making her scream, hearing her cry out his name while he showed her the wonders of sex.

  When she turned in his direction, he stepped back into the stall, squatting so that she wouldn’t see him as she approached. He barely heard her flat boots step closer, her movements cautious, while he smelled her scent wrap around him. Soap and deodorant, mixed with a musky perfume she didn’t usually wear, didn’t hide her natural scent, the smell that was unique to Sophie. And a fragrance he couldn’t live without.

  He lowered his gaze when her boot appeared at the edge of the stall. Standing quickly, he grabbed her arm, pulling her to him and covering her mouth before she could cry out in surprise.

  “Little bitch.” Her blue eyes opened wide with surprise when she looked up at him. He held her firmly, pulling her into the stall as she relaxed and allowed him to control her actions. “Did anyone see you leave your den?”

  She nodded her head while he held her face, his palm pressed against her warm, moist lips.

  “Will they follow you?” he asked, glancing over her head at one open door and then the other.

  Slowly, she shook her head no.

  He let go of her mouth and ran his hand down her smooth flesh, then wrapped his fingers around her slender neck. His cock pulsed with too much energy, straining to be free from the confines of his jeans. More than he wanted to breathe, he ached to fuck her right now.

  “Gertrude and Elsa know—” she began.

  “Shh.” He placed his fingers over her lips, silencing her.

  She closed her mouth.

  She pouted, looking up at him while desire glowed in her eyes.

  “I’ve been dying to see you since I woke up today,” she whispered.

  He grinned, loving her disobedience. “I told you to be quiet,” he whispered in turn.

  Sophie licked her lips, the small act enough to almost make him explode. She didn’t say anything though, just looked up at him with blue eyes so clear that he saw through to her soul. Her love for him made them sparkle. Her cheeks flushed and she sucked in a breath, standing motionless next to him, waiting for him to make the move.

  Which was what made him love her even more. Her trust in him, her untamed desire to please him and satisfy herself, added to her beauty and made her glow. His bitch. His property. His female to cherish and see to it that she continued looking as beautiful and happy as she did right now.

  “Your pussy is soaking wet right now, isn’t it?” He watched her lips part and pressed his finger against them, reminding her to stay quiet. “I want you to keep it that way for me, little bitch. Stay as horny as you are right now. Tonight there will be a party that you’ll be attending. I will see you there and take care of that pressure that I know is growing inside you.”

  Chapter Ten

  Sophie hated Nik and couldn’t wait to see him again, all at the same time. He’d left her with a fever raging inside her. And he knew he had her on the brink of exploding. Not to mention, getting out her toy and taking care of herself wasn’t exactly an option during the day.

  Babette Trent, one of the older bitches in the pack, had taken Sophie and her littermates into Prince George to do some shopping. The pack was howling all over the place about a party at Johann’s den tonight, so new outfits were in order. But shopping with Babette was about as much fun as running with a pack of old bitches. Babette reeked of stale, stuffed emotions and body sweat. Most lunewulfs weren’t overweight. Most of the pack stayed in shape by running in their fur a few times a week. Babette was an exception to that rule. She preferred her kill brought to her, already cooked with plenty of sauce. Sophie couldn’t believe that her pussy still throbbed when they finally returned to their den before nightfall.

  She headed upstairs with her bags of new clothes and shoes, taking the stairs slowly. Her jeans rubbed against her crotch, creating a dampness that filled the air around her with lust. She took each step deliberately, feeling the bump in the hem of her pants press against her clit while she moved.

  She would see Nik in a couple of hours. He’d promised her he would take care of the pressure that was making her nuts. They would fuck. Damn. She couldn’t wait.

  But where would they do it? How would they do it? From what she’d heard in town, every member of the pack who was affected by the new law would be at Johann’s tonight. Simone planned on picking up Sophie, Gertrude and Elsa. All their destined mates would be there. The place would be packed. Would they sneak off somewhere? Everyone would know if they did.

  And who the fuck cared if the pack did find out? Pack law ordered them to mate. Fucking each other would only show that they were following pack law. She reached the top of the stairs, knowing her smile had to look conspiratorial, and headed down the hall to her bedroom.

  “Sophie?” Elsa called from her room. “Come here. I absolutely hate this fucking outfit.”

  Gertrude opened her door as Sophie turned toward Elsa’s and followed her into their youngest littermate’s room.

  “You don’t look so bad,” Gertrude immediately decided.

  Elsa turned in front of her full-length mirror, twisting as she stared at herself. The black leggings she had on showed off how slender she was. And her dark blue wool sweater brought out the color in her eyes as well as showed off how large her breasts were. Every male there would be drooling after her.

  “What’s wrong with it?” Sophie wanted to know. “Why did you buy it if you didn’t like it?”

  “Nothing looked good. Babette was making me insane so I just grabbed these without trying them on. I look like a damned slut.” Elsa wrinkled her nose, making a face at the mirror.

  “Sometimes sluts have more fun.” Simone appeared in the doorway, decked out in a black miniskirt with black stockings and a silk blouse. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and struck a pose for all of them. “Fucking is a good thing, my dear. You should try it sometime.”

  “I’m not opposed to fucking,” Elsa said quietly, grabbing everyone’s attention. Elsa never gave indication of having any sex drive at all. “I just don’t see a need to advertise to the entire pack that I’m dying to do it.”

  “Are you?” Sophie asked before she could stop herself.

  Elsa’s blush was more answer than any of them would ever get out of her. “Not with any of the limp-dick males in this pack,” she said stubbornly, then quickly turned her back on all of them even though she couldn’t hide the smell of her embarrassment.

  Sophie smiled, walking over to Elsa’s bed and plopping down on it. She dropped her bags next to her. All three bitches in front of her were dressed to kill. Excitement tore through her just thinking how much fun they would have tonight.

  “Tonight’s party is going to be different than any other party we’ve gone to,” she told them.

  “Different is an understatement.” Simone walked over and grabbed Sophie’s bags, dumping out their contents. “A night full of fighting and fucking, all thanks to dear old Grandmother.”

  “I’m going to avoid the fighting part,” Gertrude said, holding her hand out i
n front of her and surveying her painted fingernails. “I think I’ll try taking on Matthew Jordeaux first.”

  “I never knew you sniffed after him.” Elsa grabbed her brush and stroked her long locks as she turned and frowned at Gertrude. The sour smell of her embarrassment—like lemons—still lingered around her.

  Gertrude sighed, giving Elsa that oldest littermate look, like she was ready to explain something for the hundredth time. “He’s one of my three mates. We need to support this law, make it work. If we don’t, our pack will fall apart. Do you want that to happen, Elsa?”

  “Of course not. But I don’t support this law. I don’t.” She stamped her foot and her waist-length hair fell over her shoulder. “Besides, Grandmother hates me. She gave me three lousy males.”

  “You got Johann,” Simone said quickly.

  “You can have him.” Elsa waved her hand in the air, scowling at Simone. “Oh wait—you’ve already had him a number of times, haven’t you?”

  “Rolling with a male in the meadow doesn’t put a leash on him.” There was an edge of bitterness in Simone’s tone.

  Sophie knew Simone sniffed after Johann. But she was cool with announcing that he was now one of Elsa’s mates. Listening to the two bitches bicker about him didn’t sound like much fun. She personally doubted any bitch would be able to put a leash on Johann. But she’d keep that thought to herself.

  “I guess I need to get dressed.” She changed the subject and reached for the clothes that Simone had scattered over the bed.

  “Definitely. You’re going to have your mates going belly up for you once you put this on.” Simone grabbed the dress Sophie had bought earlier.

  “I don’t want my males going belly up for me.” Sophie grabbed the dress. “They will stand tall and be proud of our mating. It’s the only way we’re going to make this work.”

  “You’re really getting into this, aren’t you?” Elsa gave her a curious look.

  Sophie held her dress up, loving how it changed colors in the light. She struggled to find words that might help her youngest littermate. Remembering Elsa’s comment about running, she wanted to say the right thing.

  “I’m proud to be a lunewulf,” she said slowly. The other bitches all looked at her, their expressions turning serious. “And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep our pack strong.”

  The room grew quiet while a sobering scent surrounded them. It lasted only a moment.

  “You sound so patriotic and loyal,” Elsa said dryly. “But you have Nik. I see how you sniff after him. You love that lunewulf. I’m sure that makes all of this a nice big adventure for you.”

  “It’s not an adventure, but it’s something he and I will walk through together,” Sophie admitted, then ruffled Elsa’s hair.

  Her younger littermate slapped at her and Gertrude and Simone quickly started chatting about who would be at the party.

  Sophie took her time getting ready, wanting everything to be perfect. Tonight she would mate with Nik. No amount of perfume or fragranced lotion would hide the musky scent of lust that seeped from her pores. She couldn’t wait to fuck him, to know how it felt to have him buried deep inside her. And she would know soon, real soon. Every inch of her hummed with nervous excitement. She almost shook with anticipation.

  By midnight, Grandmother had already fallen asleep, and they were able to slip out of the den without lectures from the old bitch on how good little bitches were supposed to behave.

  “Would you look at this,” Simone purred as she pulled her car off the road and parked behind a row of cars.

  Johann’s den was buzzing with activity. From the road, almost a block’s distance away, they could see and smell a bonfire burning in his backyard. There weren’t many lights on inside the den, but lunewulfs trailed inside and out, chatting and hollering at each other.

  Simone parked and the four of them got out, making their way along the country road toward Johann’s den. Sophie’s knees wobbled from nerves and she fought to walk at a slow pace. It would be just her luck to trip over her own feet and fall face forward, running her stockings before she even had a chance to strip out of them.

  As soon as they were spotted, others quickly came out to greet them. Within minutes, Sophie strolled through the front door by herself. Gertrude and Simone joined pack mates and hurried inside ahead of her, and somehow Elsa managed to disappear on her.

  The rich, thick aroma in the air couldn’t be missed. Everyone here wanted to fuck. She spotted Gertrude, gyrating to the thumping, loud music with a handful of males surrounding her. Leave it to her oldest littermate not to be satisfied with only three. Pack members lingered everywhere, talking over the music, taking punches at each other and laughing loudly. Some werewolves from a pack west of Prince George had shown up too. Sophie recognized the larger Cariboo lunewulf breed. Word of the promiscuous behavior suddenly legalized in her pack obviously had traveled fast.

  Damp air coming through the window gave her goose bumps when she passed in front of it. She kept moving, weaving around lunewulfs who hovered around the dining room table, munching on someone’s kill. The rich smell of freshly grilled meat made her stomach growl, but she ignored it. She wasn’t in the mood to eat right now.

  Salt, lust, body sweat and the bitter smell of cigarette smoke permeated the air in the close quarters of the den. Her hair would stink tomorrow. Sophie leaned against the wall next to the open window, inhaling the hint of pine that crept in from outside. She searched the crowd, overhearing several conversations, most of them about who was mating with whom. The chatter seemed to grow louder, along with the volume of the music. Most of the pack seemed concerned with which of them were pleased with their chosen mates and who was outraged. She overheard gossip that some pack members planned on leaving the pack, and listened to predictions of who would disappear and who would stick it out.

  “Everyone will end up in the corners fucking before the night is over,” Simone whispered into her ear, grinning mischievously when Sophie turned to look at her. “Ready to party, cousin?”

  More than ready, she wanted to say. I can’t wait to get fucked tonight.

  Her thoughts had to smell stronger than the mixture of aromas around her, because Simone’s grin broadened.

  “Who will be the lucky male for you?” Sophie asked, changing the topic from herself to Simone.

  The bitch lazily lifted her shoulder. Her long lashes were coated with mascara that accentuated her pretty eyes. Simone didn’t need all the makeup she insisted on wearing all the time, although Sophie wondered if she would even recognize her without it.

  “We get three. So I guess whichever can still put out after they’re through pouring all this alcohol into themselves.” She laughed easily and then spotted someone in the crowd who caught her interest. “Get out there and mingle. Don’t stand here holding up the wall.” She gave Sophie a nudge before darting into the crowd.

  Sophie swallowed and then almost choked on the variety of smells that filled her lungs. She searched the crowd again, looking for Nik. There wasn’t anyone else here that she wanted to see.

  Across the room, she spotted Lukas Kade. He was one of the males she would mate with. Instantly her heart started pounding so hard in her chest she could hardly breathe. He’d just walked into the den and stopped to talk to another male. They exchanged a few words, and she took a moment to study his stocky build. Lukas worked at the sawmill and often ran with the group she hung out with. She’d never really talked to him before but hadn’t ever heard anything bad about him either. His blond hair was cut short, almost into a crew cut, and his arms and chest were thick. He wore a sweatshirt and jeans, and stuffed his thumbs into his front pockets as he nodded at something said to him.

  Sophie turned quickly, her mouth suddenly too dry. She didn’t want him to notice her—not before she found Nik. Granted there were three males she was supposed to get to know, but it just didn’t seem right to speak to the other two unless she had Nik with her.

  Elsa’s
words from earlier popped into her head. All of this was so much easier for her because she had Nik. Being with other males with him panting next to her didn’t sound like such a raw deal.

  Imagining what it might be like for many of the bitches here who didn’t have a male already, who would have to take on three males without help, turned her tummy into uncomfortable knots. Suddenly it made perfect sense to her why Elsa wanted nothing to do with any of this. Her heart ached for the discomfort her littermate must be experiencing. Since she couldn’t find Nik, she would go seek out Elsa.

  She moved around the dining room table, keeping a wall of pack members between her and Lukas. He would touch her soon. And she would touch him. But tonight, and soon, she would be with Nik. He would have his hands on her. It would be Nik’s tongue scraping over her flesh. She would run by his side, roll over and give herself to him. His wicked promise earlier had kept her on the verge of an orgasm all day. The cool breeze coming through the window rushed over her back. It did nothing to soothe the intense heat of her aching pussy.

  Sophie glanced into the kitchen, easing her way around two bitches who were getting into a heated discussion about their future mates. She ignored them and the spicy smell of their growing anger and quickly searched the pack members lingering in the kitchen.

  “Elsa, wait up,” she called out to her younger littermate, who had reached the back door. “I’ll go outside with you.”

  Maybe Nik would be in the backyard.

  “Are you having fun?” Elsa looked miserable. She shoved her long blonde hair over her shoulder. Worry clouded her pretty blue eyes.

  Sophie ran her hand over her littermate’s hair. “If you relaxed, you’d have more fun. There are tons of sexy males here.”

  Elsa sucked in her lower lip and then scraped her teeth over it. She looked even more upset than she had earlier today. “Go find your males, Sophie. Don’t worry about me.”