How To Ruin Easter For A Werewolf

by Rose, Dahlia; Hart, Crymsyn

  Demona put a hand on his chest and pulled away. “Sebastian, I’d love to get frisky, but I seriously need to get something to eat. What brought this on?”

  He leaned in for another kiss, but his mate shook her head. Sebastian closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath. “Nothing brought it on. I was just envisioning your sweet body against mine and us chowing down on a few of these freaks. What do you say?”

  “So you don’t mind going rabbit hunting?”

  “No. Just stop calling me daddy.”

  Demona gave him one of her beloved pouts, but she nodded her head, then grabbed his hand and began to drag him further back into the warehouse.

  As they walked back, he saw private rooms where there was definitely more than furry animal sex going on. There was a man dressed as a duck in bondage gear with leather chaps on his costume. Around him were three foxes chained to the wall, all waiting to be beaten by a duck. Very strange.

  There was another room where, instead of racks of meat, four squirrels hung from the hooks. A man sporting a pig outfit, dressed up as a cop, was walking around them, tickling their feet. Weird.

  Demona stopped and inhaled. She was searching for the scent of the rabbit, trying to distinguish it from all of the other aromas in the building. Her nose twitched a couple of times. She dragged him forward again. There was no stopping her. Once they had a scent, it wasn’t in their nature to give up. He only hoped the rabbit was as good as Demona anticipated it to be.

  “Excuse me!”

  Both Demona and Sebastian turned. A growl purred low in his throat. He stared at the human clad in red dragon garb. “Yes,” Demona said sweetly. Sebastian heard the fake tone in her voice.

  This dragon had better breathe fire. If not, his ass is going to be fried. Mmm…dragon fried rice. Chinese is sounding very good right now.

  The dragon’s stuffed head bounced when the human inside put its claws on its hips.

  “You can’t go past this point without a costume.”

  The color drained from his face. There was no way he was getting inside some stuffed animal costume even if the mother of his children was ravenous. He was not going to wind up being a mouse, a fluffy bunny, or some other cute shit they had lying around.

  Demona got all bouncy. Her smile grew bigger and bigger until it was ready to fall off her face. She clapped her hands together.

  “Oh great! That would be awesome. What do you have?”

  Sebastian tugged on his mate’s elbow. “Ahh, sweetie, are you sure you want to dress up as prey, I mean—” He couldn’t find the right words without making the dragon suspicious.

  “Of course, honey. We have to fit in if we want to eat,” she said through smiling teeth.

  There was no way he was winning this battle. So he just sighed, shook his head, and made a noncommittal noise.

  “You have to forgive him. He’s a little embarrassed about all of this.”

  “It’s okay, honey. I get it. You’re first timers. No problem. Come into the back with me and we’ll see what we have left.”

  Demona slipped her hand through his arm and snuggled up to him. They followed the dragon into a back hall and then around another corner into a large room. There were many empty hangers and only a few costumes left. Sebastian eyed a pink elephant, a purple rooster, a red, white and blue eagle and two very bright neon yellow things hanging up. Please not the yellow ones.

  The dragon also scanned the room. After a second of poking at the pink elephant and sizing him and Demona up, the dragon sighed. He headed for the bright yellow costumes. He hefted them off the racks and then brought them down to Demona and Sebastian. “These will do nicely. It’s the last matching pair we have.” He shoved them at the couple. Demona scooped hers up with ease. After a silent moment and a nasty stare from his mate, he took the costume.

  “Gee. Thanks so much,” he forced himself to reply to the dragon.

  The dragon winked at him. “No problem, sweets. I love chicks. Just strip down and slip into the suits.”

  Demona began to take her clothes off, but Sebastian suddenly felt very exposed with the dragon staring at the two of them. “Umm. Can you give us some privacy?”

  “Sorry, sweetie. First timers. I forgot. Don’t keep Red waiting?” The dragon blew him a kiss and waddled out.

  Demona snickered while she climbed into her chick costume. “I think he likes you, baby,”

  Sebastian growled at her. He held up the suit and stared at it. He sniffed it with disgust. It was clean, the harsh scents of the cleaning detergents told him that, but he also detected the faint scent of sex. These costumes had been used.

  Demona was already dressed and waiting for him. He knew he had no choice but to don the damnable thing. He stripped slowly and tugged on the yellow costume. They zipped each other up. Once they had, the fabric inside his costume made him itch. He contained a growl when he looked at himself in the mirror. He was in the costume of a little yellow duckling. The other werewolves would think he was hilarious dressed up as a downy chick.

  “You look so cute, Pookie.” Demona squealed.

  He turned to Demona. Her bill was lopsided when it flopped on her head. “We look like freakin’ Peeps.”

  “What’s a Peep?”

  “It’s those marshmallow candies that are in the stores now. For Easter. God, this is horrible.”

  “No, it’s great and we’ll have so much fun. I can already taste the rabbit.” Demona hopped out of the room.

  Sebastian stared at himself in the mirror, feeling every bit the ugly duckling. “I’m a fucking Peep. I can’t fucking believe it.”

  Chapter Four

  Demona laughed in her head, knowing full well if Sebastian caught one whiff of her amusement he’d be out of there. Then it would be no wascally wabbit for her dinner. She couldn’t help but chuckle at her impression of Elmer Fudd.

  “What are you giggling at?” Sebastian asked harshly. “I look damn stupid in this thing I know it.”

  “I’m not laughing at you, darling. I swear.” Demona patted his yellow chest comfortingly. “I was channeling Elmer Fudd in my head.”

  “Uh-huh. Come on, Demona, let’s get out of these crappy yellow things and go back to the hotel.” Sebastian pleaded. “I’ll hunt you any other kind of dinner, I promise.”

  Her irritation began to rise. This time she poked his yellow chest. Her finger began to form into wolf claws and she growled low in her throat. “Listen you! I have run with you through fucking swamps for a cheerleader you had to eat. I’ve been in pisshole biker bars because you had a taste for biker bitches. I have even followed you to a hole in the wall barbeque place in bum fuck nowhere in North Carolina because you had a taste for that barbeque chef guy.” Her hand had transformed completely. Her face was becoming that of the wolf. She glowered at him with yellow eyes. “I will have my rabbit and I will eat him to my heart’s content. Do you understand?”

  Demona didn’t know why she was changing while her anger rose. Maybe it was the extra hormones of being pregnant. She took a calming breath and willed her body back to its human form before anyone could notice in the dark warehouse. She must look ridiculous changing into wolf form while wearing a yellow chicken hat on her head.

  “Capice?” She threw him another glowering glance.

  “Yes, dear,” Sebastian said and followed behind her.

  Demona had never heard her mate sounding so meek and submissive. She almost felt sorry going off on him. But, she wanted her damn rabbit and she was going to get it. Apologies would come later. They went back to the VIP rooms. She lifted her nose in the air and closed her eyes trying to catch a whiff of her prey.

  “His scent is fading from here. He must be somewhere else in the building,” she said with a disappointed sigh. “If this was the woods I’d have caught him by now.” She heard no response from her wolf mate and it made her look around. “Sebastian, are you listening to me?”

  He wasn’t. It was quite hilarious to see a grown man, who w
as also a werewolf, standing by the door of a VIP room with his mouth agape in amazement or horror. She couldn’t tell the difference when she walked over to see what he was looking at. The look on his face was due to both shock and horror. In between pillows of every color imaginable sat a caterpillar with man legs and one erect member sticking through the front of his costume. On her knees was the Queen of Hearts, giving said caterpillar a blowjob. The Queen of Hearts’ skirt and petticoats were thrown up over her back and she was being boffed by the Mad Hatter with top hat and all.

  “You have got to be kidding me,” Sebastian said. “These people need some serious help.”

  “To each his own, honey, who are we to judge?” Demona snickered when the Mad Hatter’s hat fell off and he stopped fucking the queen to put it back on. “Um, they seem to be having fun.”

  “Well, it matters because you are so intent on eating the rabbit,” Sebastian replied darkly. “I mean, what kind of person are you going to be feeding my children? You are eating for two.”

  “I’d know if something was wrong with the rabbit. We can smell sickness and death. He just smells so yummy and I know he is going to be all fleshy and succulent.” She could feel the saliva form in her mouth at the thought of the rabbit’s taste. “I want to gnaw on his ribs and nibble on his thigh bones. Come on, let’s find an empty room.”

  She grabbed his hand and dragged him along to find an empty VIP area. They found one set in an Egyptian theme. Demona let the gold curtain close behind her and began to strip out of her yellow Peep costume, revealing her glorious naked body.

  “What are you doing, Demona?” Sebastian was already panting while she unzipped him from his yellow prison.

  She knew he could smell her wet, moist sex and he was instantly aroused. “What does it look like I’m doing, baby? I’m the three H’s—hungry, hot and horny.”

  She kissed him ravenously, taking his hard cock in her hands, Sebastian growled low in his throat, letting her guide him down to the plush satin pillows. He couldn’t stop now even if he wanted to. Their legs entangled when they touched and caressed each other. She didn’t want slow and sweet. She wanted him hot, hard, and fast like in the bayou after they’d hunted. His hands encased her full breasts and plucked at her nipples, wringing a moan from her lips. Demona moved away from him and got on her hands and knees. She wiggled her tail invitingly and spread her legs just a little wider so he could see her swollen sex.

  “Come take me, baby, fuck me hard and hot,” Demona pleaded.

  Sebastian moved behind his woman. His cock prodded the entrance of her pussy before he slid himself deep inside her. The breath hissed from her. She felt him fill her over and over again.

  “God, yes! I love when you take me like this, Sebastian!”

  “You feel so damn good, Demona. Your scent is even stronger. It’s driving me wild. I want to ravish you, but I know I have to be gentle.”

  She shook her head wildly. Pure pleasure surged hot through her very core, making her sweat. “Please, Sebastian, don’t hold back. Take me all the way,” she begged.

  He grabbed her hips and pumped himself inside her harder and harder, making her cry out while biting her lip during each powerful sensation sky rocketing through her. Her back arched. Her fingers clawed the pillows in ecstasy with each thrust. His growls of feral pleasure spurred her on and together they went straight into the abyss of their orgasm. They collapsed against the soft pillows, their breath billowing out while they each tried to calm their racing hearts. Demona could have purred her contentment, if she’d been a were-cat. But instead she contented herself on the feel of Sebastian nuzzling her neck and stroking her back.

  Replacing the lust, having just taken over her body, was the hunger to feed. She needed her dinner now more than ever after expending so much energy mating with Sebastian. Her stomach growled loudly and hunger pangs bit at her stomach.

  “Sebastian, I have to eat. Baby, I’m really starving now,” She said and tried to roll him off her back.

  “Fine, fine, but you know I could really sleep right now,” he grumbled.

  “Don’t be the typical wolf, get some nookie, howl at the moon and go to sleep. I need to hunt my rabbit.” Demona looked around to find something to wipe the sticky remnants of their mating from her thighs. Luckily there were paper towels and sanitizers fully stocked in the room. “At least they’re prepared,” she said, waggling her eyebrows. “Let’s clean up and go get our yummies.”

  Sebastian moved. “I am not looking forward to getting back into this damn yellow disaster.”

  “I’ll make you a deal, Pookie. We find my dinner. We stash him somewhere and I’ll let you burn these costumes. If anyone tries to stop us from taking them, we will have them for dessert, okay?”

  “Yes, sweetie.” Sebastian kissed her gently and rubbed her back while he held her to him.

  Demona was taken aback by his show of sweet affection. She knew he loved her, but he never was very open about it. He must be getting accustomed to the thought of having a family, she thought with a smile.

  Back in their matching yellow costumes, they stepped out of the room, meeting the gaze of the dragon. He gave them a wink when they passed by.

  “Sounds like my two favorite chicks had some fun,” Red Dragon said. Hope filled his voice. “Maybe you two would love to play later?”

  Sebastian stopped and looked around at the character. “Beware of wolves in Peeps clothing.” He snapped his jaws for emphasis.

  The dragon’s eyes widened and then lowered in a sexy gaze when they continued moving on.

  “Honey, I think that you’ve turned him on more than anything else,” Demona said. She looked back one more time and the dragon waved his fingers prettily at her.

  “I won’t eat him. I’ll just kill him if he comes near me,” Sebastian threatened. “Dragon fried rice is out of the question now.”

  Demona closed her eyes and picked up the scent of her rabbit easily. After mating with Sebastian, her senses were more in tune and her hunger was insatiable. She caught sight of the white fuzzy tail going down another corridor. She nudged Sebastian and pointed to where she saw her bunny dinner go by. He nodded and took her hand. They began to follow her tasty treat once again. Before the night was over she fully intended to be picking his gristle from between her teeth.

  Chapter Five

  Sebastian grumbled as he followed Demona. Her quest was really starting to remind him of Alice in Wonderland. He had read the book when it was first published, but he had never really gotten into it. Who cared about little girls and white rabbits? The only thing good about the book was the girl sounded tasty and he had wanted to sink his fangs into Alice. And he hated to admit it, for a while, he had this thing for blondes wearing blue dresses with cats. It was amazing how many women he found that fit Alice’s description once he had put his mind to it. However, he had gotten over that childish fantasy ages ago. Now he was more into eating anything.

  Sebastian admitted to himself that he was getting hungry from all this hunting and, even though they had just had sex, there must have been something in the air of the club because he was getting horny again. Demona shaking her ass in that chicken suit was actually attractive. Maybe there was something to the humans dressing up as furry beasts and going at it like they were back in the jungle.

  What am I thinking? This is a total freak show. I really have to get out of here. But, of course, not before Demona gets something to eat. If she doesn’t, I won’t hear the end of it. Oh, fuck me, what have I gotten myself into?

  Sebastian started hearing disco music while they walked down the hall. The only thing he could picture was a dancing hippo with an Afro, gold chains around his neck, and silver bell bottoms. The werewolf shook his head.

  He stopped and sniffed the air. Something wasn’t right. The smell reminded him of something he hadn’t detected in a long time. Hundreds of years. He just couldn’t place all of it. It wasn’t just the music or the smell of sex permeating the a
ir. There was something about the club. Something about the disco music they were getting close to. The feel of it was off. His gut was warning him not to go any further. Sebastian knew when to listen to his instincts even if his pregnant wife was overridden by hormones. There was no way he was going any further into the warehouse. Not even to satisfy her hunger for chasing a crazy white rabbit. He grabbed Demona’s hand and jerked her back from the darkened hallway.

  “Demona, we shouldn’t go down there. Trust me. We really need to get out of here.” He began pulling her back toward the room where they had gotten changed into their ridiculous costumes. However, she wasn’t going anywhere. She was being stubborn, there was nothing new in that.

  “Sebastian, what the hell are you doing? We went over this just a couple of minutes ago. You said it would be fine for me to go after the little wabbit and once we chowed down on him we could get rough again. Come on, Pookie. You’re really starting to piss me off. You don’t want to be cut off from now on until after the babies come, do you?” From the gleam in her eye and the grim expression on her face, Sebastian knew she was telling the truth. But right now he didn’t care how long Demona cut him off from sex. He could always go find a local wolf and get it on doggie style with it. It wouldn’t be the first time, and technically it wasn’t cheating since the animal was only a bitch.

  He sighed. His hackles rose under the chicken costume. If his hair was standing up on end then something was definitely wrong. Werewolves weren’t like vampires, all prissy because they had a knack for avoiding danger. Werewolves relied more on their senses. Now, if what his senses detected as the threat was right, they were screwed.

  No it can’t be! My kind wiped them out centuries ago. How is it possible they survived? If they did, they’re the only things my kind has for natural enemies. Demona would know them only as bad ghost stories I’ve told her or ones she’d heard from the mouths of some of the others we have encountered. No one believes in them anymore.