“There are classic werewolves who are controlled by the call of the moon and hunger for human flesh. There are classic werewolves who are controlled by the call of the moon and only attack humans when their territories are encroached upon. There are weres that are more modern and only change when the emotions run high, and there are modern werewolves who join clubs and solve crimes. There are sci-fi werewolves, werewolves of the mental kind, werewolves who live in outer space, werewolves who only hunt animals, werewolves who don’t want to be werewolves -- though I find those personally irritating -- and werewolves who love who they are.
“There are romantic werewolves who sweep their soul mates off of their feet, tragic werewolves who were turned against their will, werewolves who sought out lycanthropy and spend eternity seeking out their true mates, space werewolves -- did I mention those before? There are futuristic werewolves who use laser guns and speak fluent Martian.
“There are books on people who believe they are werewolves, werewolves who live in the past, werewolves who are ghosts, renaissance werewolves, Spanish werewolves, Asian werewolves -- though I prefer dragons and nekos cat spirits, myself. There are male werewolves, straight werewolves, gay werewolves, pansexual werewolves, werewolves in drag, werewolves as cross-dressers, werewolves getting sex changes, werewolves who --”
“I don’t have time for this!” The man ran his fingers through his hair, then slammed both hands on the counter. “What do you have about werewolf attacks?”
Hatori straightened so suddenly that the man took a step backwards, his hands going automatically to his waist as if he were used to having some weapon holstered there. Hatori’s eyes narrowed in an intent stare, his tongue easing out again to lick his lips.
This was different, Hatori thought, tasting the air around the man. There was more anxiety now, and a touch of fear, and a smattering of something… preternatural.
“Why do you want to know about were attacks?” Hatori asked, waiting to gauge the man’s reaction.
“This was a mistake,” Evan finally sighed, breaking the awkward silence, his fear and frustration spiking. His eyes nearly glowed as he stared at Hatori, defeat in their silvery gray depths. “This was a mistake,” he repeated. “I should just…” Before he could finish the sentence, Hatori was over the counter and moving toward the front door. “…go…”
The man took a step back as Hatori, without turning around, flipped the hanging Open sign on the door to Closed and clicked the lock into place.
“When?” Hatori nearly hissed the word as he took a step forward, his black eyes glittering dangerously. He had finally identified that taste. It was the musky tang of a werewolf. “When were you attacked?”
“I…” The man took a step back, looking across the room. His eyes skittered nervously from side to side, seeking an open exit. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He stuttered, and sweat began to bead on his upper lip.
“You were attacked sometime in the last month. The wolf was feral and female and… something I can’t identify. You were not alone. Someone else was attacked with you, and now you are feeling some of the effects of the bite, sensing some change.”
Evan staggered as if he had received a debilitating blow and backed up yet again. All the while, his eyes stared into Hatori’s solid black gaze in something akin to shock.
How had he known?
“I think,” the Asian man continued, taking a step closer, eyes glittering like black pearls, “I think Delia will be very interested in you.”
Chapter Two
She lay before him, perfection in cocoa-colored skin.
Her breasts swayed as she positioned herself in front of him, teasing him. She cupped the weight of one large breast in her right hand.
“You want to suck them,” she purred, pinching one dark nipple between a rough forefinger and thumb, hissing as the pain shot through her, smiling when it faded into a sensual burn.
He knew how it felt -- oh, how he knew -- because he had felt the same at her hands, over and over again, and still willingly threw himself into her not so tender care.
“I know you want to slide that hard dick of yours between these beauties and fuck away.”
She was laughing at him, teasing him, knowing the twisted thoughts that flowed through his mind whenever he saw her spread out before him.
Well… no, not twisted thoughts… just taboo to some.
Being with his two alphas had erased a lot of taboo actions from his vocabulary.
Her current movements tore him away from his musings as he was forced to sit and hungrily watch her slowly spread those rounded thighs of hers. Her skin was positively shining from sweat, saliva, and her body’s natural lubricants. She released her breasts to allow her hands to travel lower.
Leaning back on one hand, she spread her legs further apart, showing him the haven he so often sought to lose himself in. Her pussy was a monument to femininity and deserved to be worshiped.
“Yes, you want to worship me,” she purred, her pink tongue lashing out to lick at a corner of her upper lip.
He hadn’t realized he had spoken out loud, and whimpered as his master grabbed a fistful of his hair, jerking his head back and forcing his eyes away from his female to meet those of the man who controlled him.
“No speaking,” the alpha male hissed, and then grinned as he lowered his head to lap at his submissive’s strained neck before releasing him. Evan’s alpha male stood above him naked and hard, his masculine scent teasing him, mixing with the feminine musk of his alpha female as she ran two fingers of her right hand down through the soft hair that shielded her groin, then around her swollen clit.
Evan’s whole body shook, and he strained forward, wanting to sink his tongue between the thick swollen lips of his mistress’ labia. He wanted to let his tongue dance around her clit, licking up her juices and forcing her body to create more as she accepted the pleasure he so wanted to give.
But he held his place between his two alphas, tense and waiting, hard and drooling… and loving every second of his sexual domination.
“I feel so hot,” his alpha female purred, her fingers circling faster, becoming coated in her own excitement. She let her head drop back, hissing as her fingers dipped lower.
He watched those fingers part her swollen lips and expose the light pink, succulent flesh he wanted to bury himself in. He began to growl low in his throat, much to the amusement of his alphas, his nose twitching at the stronger smell of her aroused flesh.
He wanted -- oh, God, he wanted her.
“Have you been a good puppy?” Her voice pulled him back to the present.
His hips thrust back and forward, fucking the air as if he were deep inside her pussy instead of on his hands and knees, his ass arched high in the air, his chin nearly touching the furs they lay upon.
A sharp sound exploded in the room milliseconds before the blow land on Evan’s upturned ass. He winced, all his muscles tightening.
“You were asked a question, little one. Answer it.”
His alpha male’s voice left no place for hesitation, and he quickly forced his mouth to form the words his alpha female wanted to hear.
“Y-yes, Delia. I’ve been a good puppy.”
He said the right thing because his alpha male knelt behind him, licking at the welt he knew the other man’s hand had raised on his ass.
He closed his eyes and moaned his pleasure. His alpha male not only soothed the small pain -- his hands went to the sensitive strip of skin behind Evan’s balls and began a gentle massage.
“Gha,” Evan gasped as his alpha dipped lower to lave that area with his tongue.
“Such pretty sounds you make,” his alpha female chuckled, sitting up and letting her free hand pet his hair. “Such pretty little hungry sounds.”
Then she was pulling him, and Evan struggled to move toward the hot, wet, dripping pussy that beckoned him while keeping his body still so his alpha male could pleasure him.
He whimpe
red, turning his head to the side to lap at the thick thighs that surrounded him. He stretched his body, drawing closer to his favored meal that had been denied him.
His tongue licked out as he rolled his eyes up toward his alpha female, begging as his tongue touched nothing but the air heated by her body and scented by her arousal.
“Poor puppy,” she crooned, easing toward him just enough to let him lap at her swollen flesh. “So hungry.”
Then she arched upwards as the hand buried in his hair jerked him forward. He groaned in happiness, his face suddenly buried in a wet, hot haven. He damn near purred as his tongue dragged along her swollen labia, taking in her cream like a starving cat.
He whimpered, the sound muffled in her pussy as he closed his eyes and lost himself in the hot taste of her. His tongue identified the slick, soft skin that surrounded her hooded clit, and he worked feverishly to unhood it and caress that tender nub.
His alpha female gasped as his tongue turned her clit into a raw nerve. Her thighs trembled, and she pulled his face tighter into her pussy.
“Oh, eat it, puppy,” she gasped, her breath coming in pants. “Suck me all down.”
Evan needed no other invitation. He moved lower to lap and suck at the cream that poured from her body, his nose now nudging her burning clit.
He didn’t give a damn about the obscene slurping noises he made as he feasted. His alpha male teased his balls, rolling them with his tongue, and his alpha female let him feast on her essence. This was perfection.
“Gods, puppy!” His female gasped, thighs quivering as she flopped back on the furs, one hand sliding between his hungry mouth and her needy flesh.
With two fingers she parted herself again, spreading her labia wide to allow his lapping tongue to caress all of her.
“Lick me hard, puppy!” she bellowed. “Lick me hard and fuck me with your tongue!”
* * *
“Who the hell is Delia?”
Evan’s voice grew rough as his panic increased. He could feel hot, wet trails of sweat beginning to form under his arms and along the center of his back. He felt like he was being pressed against a wall, backed into a corner. The emotional storm building in his mind was beginning to affect his reasoning. The Asian man was small. His intellect told him he could take him and easily escape.
But another part of his mind saw this man, saw the attitude, and delighted in it. This small part wanted to be dominated, wanted to turn around and bend over, offering this man something he had never even considered offering another. That small part saw and identified the dominance in the small Asian male, and loved it.
“Delia is the alpha female in these parts,” the Asian man replied, speaking in low tones as one who wished to soothe a wild animal. The man tilted his head to the side again, his tongue lapping quickly at his bottom lip. He tilted his head and stared consideringly at Evan.
“And that means…” Evan’s voice had dropped to a low growl that reverberated through his chest.
“It means she will be very interested in you, yes,” Hatori almost hissed the last word.
Evan was an emotionally confused wreck of a man, and Hatori knew it.
“Let me go.” Evan began to pant, his chest rapidly rising and falling as he searched for a way out. He had never liked the feeling of being confined, and this whole situation was making him feel trapped.
“Oh…dear…” Hatori muttered softly. The troubled man began to sprout copious amount of silver fur.
It was fascinating to see the pale, thin-skinned human suddenly grow his own throw rug, but something had to be done. The man was absolutely covered in fur, and the strange thing was that Hatori would have sworn on a stack of Sacred Scrolls that he wasn’t even aware of it.
Even as Hatori contemplated his next move, he watched the hair grow thicker around the man’s ears, seeming to flow like water under the material of his shirt and then to any exposed body parts.
Hatori’s eyebrows angled up as the man ran clawed fingers over his arms as if the new pelt of fur itched, raising welts under the fur that even a mortal could see, and he doubted the man even noticed he was so agitated.
He looked up and suddenly Hatori was lost in the steel gray of his eyes. The metallic color was anything but cold and hard. Instead, his eyes were molten, the simmering heat beneath a thin veneer of humanity, firestorm tossed eyes where flecks of gray ash floated freely, burning away all that was mortal in his gaze. Those eyes were enough to burn the retinas of any who dared to stare into their heated depths for too long.
But instead of retreating in fear, Hatori let a wide grin spread across his face.
Lizards were cold-blooded animals -- even their greater cousins, dragons, felt the sting of cold. But this… He welcomed -- no, he invited -- that heat.
“Oh, I think Delia will love you,” he purred, licking his lips in anticipation and pulling in the subtle flavors of the frustration, fear and growing lust. “Oh, yes, Delia will be in love.”
Evan opened his mouth to respond, but what emerged from his throat was a long piercing howl as he threw his head up and told the world of his frustration. He was an animal at the end of his tether, and if he didn’t let go, he would surely shatter into a thousand pieces!
“Yes.” Hatori’s hiss was lost in the loud wail that poured out of the furred throat of the male. “Yes, Delia will love you.”
Chapter Three
Evan tore his mouth away from his alpha female as he felt his alpha male’s hands reach around to grip his dripping cock.
By now he was so hard that his dick didn’t even feel like a part of him. It felt like a slab of rock hanging between his legs. But he dared not give into the pleasure of his alpha’s caresses and release his load. The punishment would be too great, and he didn’t think he could handle that type of sadistic torture.
“Keep going!” his alpha female bellowed, thrusting against his face, riding his tongue as he sank it as far as he could into her depths. “I’m, ah, almost there!”
So Evan tried to ignore the hot slide of his male’s hand as it tightened around his cock and concentrated on pressing his female’s clit with his nose while burying more of his tongue deep inside her. His rapid licks and moaning whimpers sent shock waves through her system, he knew. It was how she had taught him to pleasure her, and oral pleasure was something he never failed at.
He was moaning out loud when another sensation tore a shout from him.
Something soft and wet trailed up the track of skin behind his balls, something rough and slick and forked.
“Alpha,” he moaned, sucking in a deep breath as he pulled slightly away from his alpha female.
“Fuck her with your tongue, little one,” his alpha male demanded, and Evan dropped his head again, welcoming the pain in his head as the woman’s grip tightened in his hair, grinding his mouth against her wet heat.
Then he sucked the juices right out of her, his tongue flicking like mad, grunting and shaking his face in her cunt like a puppy with a new toy.
He nearly screamed as the wet caress was repeated on his ass, but he continued with the job at hand, focusing on bringing his alpha female off.
“Yes!” his female hissed as he gave one hard suck and a nibble to her clit. “Coming!”
And he felt the walls of her pussy tremble as more of her delicious cream flowed from her body. Eagerly he lapped it all in, not missing a drop. His female’s head dropped back onto the furs.
“Good puppy,” she purred, her gripping hold on his hair turning into a caress. But Evan couldn’t consider what was going on with her or even craft a reply. That tongue was back, flicking and teasing along the rounded cheeks of his ass. He rested his face against his alpha female’s warm thigh and began to moan.
His alpha male was teasing him, flicking around the eager hole that had been trained so well to please him. Cool shivers raced up and down Evan’s spine, making him arch and gasp and struggle not to touch his still leaking cock.
His alpha male k
new this, and he chuckled as he finally gave the wrinkled pucker a little lick.
“Clean on the inside as well as the out. Perfect, little one,” he mused. “You learn so well. I will have to reward you.”
Then that wet, slick tongue was dancing over his hole, and Evan found himself screaming, begging for completion.
“Please, Hatori!” he whimpered. “I -- I can’t!”
“You take what we give, little one,” Hatori admonished. “And you’ll like it.”
* * *
“Who the fuck is making that noise in my place?”
It was a female’s voice… the voice that roared. It roared so loudly, in fact, that Evan broke off mid howl.
“That --” Hatori chuckled as he took a step back. “-- would be Delia.”
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the woman in question barreled into the room. Delia had a wild mane of caramel-colored kinky curls that framed her round face like a halo. It was a full Afro and was the first thing Evan noticed.
The second was her overall size. Delia was slightly taller than the average woman, and full figured. Large breasts pressed clearly against the royal purple African print dress as she made her way into the room. Her hands slammed on rounded hips, her milk chocolate eyes zeroing in on the two men.
“I repeat,” she growled, “what the fuck is making that racket up in my shop and causing all kinds of confusion when I am taking my afternoon nap. I swear…”
She broke off her tirade as quickly as it had started, her full lips tightening as her head jerked up and she sniffed at the air. “And who let that bitch into my lair?”
The voice now dropped into a dangerous growl. Her eyes narrowed in anger. Suddenly, Delia was on the move, her eyes and feet tracking a path deeper into the store. “And the bitch is in heat, too? Don’t she know I’ll fuck her punk ass up? Who does she think she is, anyway, trying to get laid on my turf? Like I’d let this disrespect slip?”
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