by Lacy Dae
Pursued by the Pack
By the Pack Series 1& 2 Megabundle
By Lacy Dae
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2012 Lacy Dae
Includes:
By the Pack Series 1
Fucked by the Pack
Forced by the Pack
Claimed by the Pack
By the Pack Series 2
Taken by the Pack
Torn from the Pack
Tamed by the Pack
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Wolf’s Lust series (werewolf gangbangs)
Lycan’s Lust
Pack’s Lust
King’s Lust
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Wolf’s Lust (Series Bundle)
Sex Hex (mf, mmmf, ff)
My Hairy Valentine (werewolf, mf)
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Table of Contents
By the Pack Series 1
Fucked by the Pack
Forced by the Pack
Claimed by the Pack
By the Pack Series 2
Taken by the Pack
Torn from the Pack
Tamed by the Pack
By the Pack Series 1
Fucked by the Pack
Montana nights are cold. I shivered in my tent, huddled in a ball deep in my sleeping bag, and dreamed of Tahiti. “I could’ve studied parrots or monkeys! Why in God’s name did I pick wolves to work with?” I whined to myself. It was a familiar complaint. The April daytime weather was gradually heading for spring (some days it was almost above freezing!) but winter still held the night in a steely grip.
Despite the cold conditions, I was glad to be there. My study of the wolves’ mating rituals would change how people perceived the animals. They were not the ferocious slavering beasts of lore, but instead, loyal and loving with one another. The alpha pair mated for life and raised their cubs together every spring.
I shivered, remembering watching the alpha wolves mate earlier that day. The big alpha male had tenderly licked and nipped the female, whining plaintively. He wanted sex! So did the lithe female, who returned his nuzzles and let him mount her. My vantage point had allowed me to see his cock plunging in and out of his mate’s opening, his breathing quickening, followed by low growls and yips as he emptied himself into her.
As much as I hated to admit it to myself, watching those beautiful animals fuck had turned me on. In the dark, I unbuttoned my pants, and slipped my fingers into my panties. Massaging my tender clit with quick little jerks, my breath caught and I uttered a low moan. God, I was horny! It had been months since my last screw, with that pre-med student from my biochemistry class. And he’d been distinctly unsatisfactory…
Forget him. I kept rubbing my swelling, slick clit between two fingers, pushing hard against the soft folds. My pussy ached for a thick cock to fill it, but I’d left all my ‘toys’ at home. (Who takes dildos on a scientific research trip? Next time, I will!) Frustration caused my hips to lift and jerk, as I oh-so-slowly approached my orgasm.
I ran my fingers further down, towards my aching, empty cunt. I was so wet that my fingers slipped right inside, as I struggled to reach deep inside my open pussy. The angle was terrible, and I breathed in sobbing gasps as I failed to reach the spot deep inside of my cunt that ached for a cock. God, it was so difficult to do this by myself!
I managed to slide two fingers deep into my slot, despite the awkward angle, and was on the edge. Gasping, I rubbed harder on my clit with my thumb, feeling the tension rise, until finally the rush of my orgasm filled me. I rode out the delicious aftershocks, until my clit became too sensitive to touch. The shuddering, tingly sensation ran down to my toes, and I laid back down with a sigh. Now I could sleep, and continue my observations in the morning.
Snap! A twig broke nearby, and my eyes popped open. I wouldn’t be going to sleep soon, after all!
The next morning, I woke groggy and cross. While my ‘alone time’ the previous night had left me ready to sleep soundly, despite the cold, I had been thoroughly spooked by the breaking branch. It had sounded mere inches from my head! I also could’ve sworn that I’d heard a huff of breathing, right next to the tent fabric. I hadn’t been brave enough to leave my sleeping bag, much less the tent, so I huddled down deep into its comfort, and listened intently to all the night-time noises. Each creak from a bending branch had sounded like a monster creeping through the snow, and every moan from the wind was his hunting call. Sleep had taken forever to come.
But now it was morning, and time to get to work. The day was bright and cold, and my breath puffed out whitely before me. I zipped my parka and put on my gloves. The red fabric of my tent gleamed in the early morning light, and I walked all around it, looking for evidence (or preferably, the lack thereof) of my night-time fears. Near the back of the tent, the snow was trampled down. I stared at it for a long moment, and then took a long, slow look around me, trying to see through the trees. Whatever had been there was long gone, now, thankfully! I knelt to look for tracks. It could have just been an animal. A small animal, like a squirrel. Or maybe a cute little rabbit or something.
Maybe it was a herd of small cute bunnies. The trampled area extended a quarter of the way around my tent, as if my night-time visitor had paced back and forth for quite awhile. Any tracks that might have been present were so overlapped by one another that I couldn’t identify its source. And there was a smell, an odd smell, almost musky, which left me feeling uncomfortable and self-conscious. It disturbed me deeply, but I couldn’t quite pin down why. It was time to get to work again, anyways.
My field notes from the previous week’s worth of observations had revealed a pattern in the wolves’ behavior. In the mornings they stuck close to their den, readying it for the pups that would arrive in a few months time. Then in the afternoons they split off into small groups, looking for game. If a deer was found, the scouting wolf let loose a hunting howl, which would summon the rest of the pack. They always arrived eager for the kill. Observing them hunting gave me chills, as the beautiful creatures worked together to bring down their prey. Then they feasted on the raw steaming meat, slinging streaks of red across the snow.
The sun was still rising in the sky, so I strapped on my snowshoes and headed towards the den. The forest was a dry environment, with relatively few snowfalls, but it was so cold that the snow never melted. Layers of it accumulated, and blew around into deep drifts. The snowshoes were all that let me walk across the crust of the snow, instead of fumbling through it. For a moment, I was profoundly aware of my clumsiness. Without the snowshoes, I wouldn’t be able to walk, much less run. I would be utterly helpless, floundering through the deep snow. Suddenly I shivered, and decided to step up my pace.
Upon arriving close to the den, I carefully worked my way around it. I didn’t want to spook the wolves, who were shy around humans. I had a blind set back into the trees where I could observe the wolves through binoculars. I left my snowshoes sitting just outside the blind, and tumbled into its (relatively) cozy interior. Catching up my binoculars, I arranged my notebook in my lap and settled in to make detailed observations of the pack.
An hour later, I leaned back and stretche
d, brushing my hands on the top of the blind. The pack was acting oddly. The beta males, who were usually indifferent to the mating display of the alpha couple, seemed to be agitated and jealous. They snapped towards the male, and crept closer to the female. The alpha couple became aggravated in turn, and disciplined the betas with growls and pins. The second-in-command, who usually mediated between the alphas and betas, was missing in action. His distinctive black coat would show up vividly against the snow, but there had been no sign of him this morning. I had mentally nicknamed him ‘Shadow.’ Generic, I know.
The alpha couple had apparently decided to leave the betas to their bizarre behavior and ran off into the woods to hunt together. The betas milled around for a while, and then stilled as a howl rang out from the forest. A message seemed to have been passed on, for the betas as one took off running into the trees. Maybe Shadow has summoned them to hunt? I shrugged, and got ready to leave the blind. With all the wolves busy hunting, it would be a perfect time to snoop in their den.
I climbed out of the blind, and strapped on my snowshoes. Carefully, I edged my way down towards the den, which was dug out of a steep hillside. The opening was barely wide enough for me to crawl inside, and my snowshoes got hung up on roots. I pulled them off and left them there, as I wanted to get in and get out quickly, before the wolves returned. Inside the den it was pitch black, and I cursed as I fumbled for the flashlight in my pocket. I flicked it on and played the beam across the walls of the den. It was big enough to stand in, and the air in here was thick with a musky scent. It was also much warmer than the outside. I unzipped my parka, and got out my camera to take pictures of the den.
A deep growl suddenly vibrated the air. I jumped and whirled, while my heart-rate jumped into overdrive. Shadow stood in the entrance of the den, crouched down, his white fangs flashing in the light. I hastily backed up towards the rear of the den. “Nice doggy,” I tried weakly. The flashlight fell from my nerve-less fingers as Shadow advanced towards me, stalking me. His eyes were intent on my face, and his hackles were raised. He was obviously pissed off at my intrusion.
As he came to within a few feet of me, though, he stopped and sniffed the air. His deep growl changed in tone, becoming almost plaintive, and then to my shock, his body began to change too. His fur rippled in waves of black velvet, and then smoothed flat into dark glossy skin. He staggered up onto his back legs and his torso stretched and twisted as the bones and muscles within him underwent some hideous metamorphosis. His growl dissolved into pained yips and gasps as his muzzle receded into a face, and his powerful paws shrank into hands and feet. In a breath, a man stood in front of me, instead of a wolf!
“This is not happening,” I told myself. “A wolf did not change into a naked man right in front of me. This is a dream!”
I closed my eyes, pinched myself hard, and then looked again. I was still in the den, Shadow was still a man, and he was in touching distance. I had already backed up against the wall in my initial panic, and had nowhere to retreat to as he leaned in close to me and sniffed my hair. I could smell that wild musk again, and it caused a flutter to start deep in my belly. His dark bare chest grazed my face, and felt hot and smooth. He growled again, deep in his throat, and leaned into me harder, pinning me against the wall. I could feel his substantial erection pushing against the soft flesh of my belly, hot and solid through the thin fabric of my t-shirt.
He brought his hands up on either side of me, holding me in place. Brushing his face into my hair, he began to move downwards, nuzzling my neck. Clearly, he was in the mood for some action, but I was thoroughly weirded out by the entire situation. I brought my hiking boot down hard onto his bare foot, and when he yelped, made a break for the entrance.
It was the wrong decision. Before I’d gone two strides, he’d spun in place and tackled me to the floor. We wrestled in the dark, as he fought to pin me down and I fought to escape. But he outweighed me, and finally got a firm grip on both my wrists with one hand. With my arms held down over my head, he suddenly threw back his head and howled. The noise echoed through the den, and crazily, I thought, “I recognize that call! That’s the hunting…”
Before I even finished the thought, the beta males arrived. There were four of them, and they also quickly shifted into man-shape. As the flashlight beam played over their smooth skins, I saw that they were all aroused, their heavy cocks bouncing against taut stomachs. I was held down, surrounded by werewolves (or wolfweres?) who all wanted to fuck. But the betas all hung back, standing against the walls of the den, panting with excitement. One edged closer to me, reaching for my foot, but Shadow snapped and growled. He was the most dominant, and therefore got first dibs. The reaching beta, a young blond, whined but stepped back. He knew he’d get a turn.
I was gasping, trying to catch my breath, when Shadow suddenly released my wrists. He had shifted position, and was now pinning my legs down with his own. With his hands now free, he started to pull my coat off of me. I struggled, and he stopped, nuzzled my hair and neck some more. Was he coaxing me? Wolves didn’t rape. If I struggled enough, they might let me go. (Well, maybe. The betas in particular seemed crazed with lust. But Shadow was in charge.) Did I want to be let go? The wild scent of Shadow, and feeling his hard body pinning me to the floor had turned me on, and my panties were already wet. The musky smell of the wolves was mixing with the scent of my own arousal. I stopped struggling.
Shadow huffed a breath, and pulled my parka off of me. He pushed my shirt upwards and nuzzled my stomach, laying a hot trail on that sensitive skin. I squirmed as he continue upward, pushing my bra and shirt out of the way. My hard nipples caught on the edges of my bra, and I wriggled out of my t-shirt, freeing my skin to the cool air. The dirt of the floor felt dusty and smooth against my back, warmed by the rolling around we’d already done. Shadow lowered his head and nipped at my breasts, tugging roughly on my nipples. He caught one between his teeth, and I gasped. I ran my hands up his arms, feeling his firm biceps, and then nudged his face further upwards, towards mine.
As our lips met, I tasted the wildness in him, a tang like blood and sweat. I could feel his hands working on the snap of my jeans, trying to push them down. His hair felt rough and tangled in my hands, and I yanked hard on it while nipping on his firm lower lip. He rumbled a low growl, and pushed me away, sliding his body down the length of mine. Suddenly, I felt cooler air on my legs and ass, and I could feel the juices from my pussy start to trickle down my thighs and soak into the dirt below me. The surrounding betas must have caught my scent, as two of them suddenly lunged forwards. Shadow reared up, loudly growling as he backhanded one of the challengers to the floor. The other reversed direction, slipping on the dirt and landing on his ass. He whimpered as he moved back towards the walls of the den. The other watching betas whined and panted, their stiff erections revealing their impatience.
Shadow relaxed when he realized that the others still recognized his dominance. He leaned down towards where I lay on the floor, and ran his tongue in a hot trail from my bellybutton down to my glistening twat. My hips jerked helplessly as he reached my sensitive clit, and he suckled at that hard nub until I moaned. He ran his tongue over the sensitive skin of my cunt, and caught my inner labia between his teeth. His low, husky growl rumbled against me, the vibration against my clit sending pulses of pleasure through me. He roughly shoved two fingers deep in my pussy, and I writhed against them, trying to get them deeper into my aching cunt. Abruptly, he stood, looking down at me. I gazed up at his rigid cock, thrusting out against the cool night air. I wanted to taste that wildness again, so I rose to my knees and grasped his dick with trembling fingers. It was hard as rock, and throbbed against the palm of my hand. He had other plans, however, and moved to stand behind me, pushing hard against my back and knocking me down onto all fours.
“Doggy style? I guess that makes sense…” I thought in a hormonal daze. I felt the heat of him against my back, and then the rigid length of his cock was probing against my ass and thighs.
The head of his dick thrust forcefully against the soft folds of my cunt, and when he found the sweet spot, he plunged in deep and hard. I gasped and arched my back to feel him so deeply in me, stretching the walls of my tight little pussy. He grasped my hips firmly and began to fiercely pound my twat with his hard cock. The feel of him sliding in and out made me cry out, a wordless moan that set the watching betas to whimpering and rubbing their cocks.
I could feel the tension of my orgasm mounting, as the swollen head of his cock rubbed deep inside my pussy, at just the right angle. I reached a hand down to rub my clit, and to fondle his hanging balls, which were slapping against my pussy with each thrust. As I gripped his balls, he groaned and released a low roar. I could feel his dick twitch and jerk inside me as he deposited his load of cum deep inside my tight cunt. I was so close that I groaned in frustration when Shadow pulled his dick out of my pussy. Just a few more strokes!
Shadow stood above me as I knelt on the dirt floor. He buried his fist in my hair, and pulled my face towards his still-rigid cock, which glistened with the juices from my pussy. It was clear what he wanted, and I wanted it too. I opened my mouth and accepted his hard cock deep inside. I could taste my twat honey mixed with his cum, and it tasted smoky and wild and sweet. I ran my tongue as far as I could down the length of his thick cock, and he rumbled deep in his throat. The biggest of the betas, a scar-faced brunette, tried to take advantage of his distraction to sneak up behind me, but Shadow saw him from the corner of his eye and cuffed him away with a snarl. He thrust his cock hard into my throat and I nearly choked as I tried to swallow it down. Seemingly satisfied, he shoved my head away, and lifted me to my feet. He pushed me to face the wall, and I leaned into it.
