by Pixie Unger
Sarah screamed as he put his lips to her cunt, but her hands were holding his head in place. Gus pulled away from her and caught her wrists. “Touch me again, and I’ll get Craig to come in to hold you still.”
Mac started to growl.
Gus snarled at him, then turned to Sarah. “Want to veto?” She shook her head. “Can you say veto?”
Sarah managed to growl something, but it wasn’t clearly the word veto.
“Try oatmeal.”
That was more understandable.
“Good girl, you need me to stop, you go with that.”
He went back to licking her. Sarah arched and writhed while she howled. Eventually she squirmed away and when Gus chased her she pushed him away.
Gus caught her hands, “Beg him to save you.”
“Mac!”
They both looked over to where he was squirming, drooling around the plug, his cock was bobbing and leaking.
Gus came over and pulled the plug out of the lads mouth. Then he pushed Sarah’s knees to her chest and held them there with one hand. “Ever had anything in here?” he asked as he swirled the tip over her pucker.
Sarah shook her head, no.
That made Gus hesitate. “Oatmeal?” he asked.
She opened her eyes and stared at him, then turned and looked at Mac, “Help! Please!”
Gus bent forward and licked her clit. Sarah absolutely screamed as she came and he eased the plug in.
Gus flipped her over so that she was on her hands and knees. “Beg me to stop,” he ordered as he shifted, the hands on her hips changing to something more beastly.
He rubbed the tip of his cock between her legs. Sarah screamed, “No! Please! Mac! Make him stop!” even as she rocked back helping him ease into her. Gus snarled, fucking her hard enough that each snap of his hips was a loud smack.
Mac was making desperate whining noises. Suddenly he changed, snapped his ropes and had his muzzle between her legs lapping at her clit and the base of Gus’s cock. Sarah’s whole body was shaking now. Gus was swearing. Mac grabbed Gus’s knot as it started to form. As soon as the older luper had cum. Mac shoved him out of the way and flipped Sarah onto her back.
“Please!” he growled. “Want! Need!”
Sarah nodded, and Mac slammed home. She came again and clamped tight around him. The feeling of her clenching at him was all it took to set him off. The metal of the plug keeping her closed just enough so that he couldn’t knot her.
Their bodies arched and they howled together before collapsing into a tangled heep.
Gus chuckled and climbed into bed to cuddle them both. He was just waiting to see the ensuing debate about who had won.
Chapter 24
November 23rd
When Marv answered the door, the first man through it was completely bald with a biohazard sign tattooed on the back of his skull. He was marathoner thin, had a weak chin, a badly broken nose, crooked teeth, no eyebrows and a distinctive cockney accent.
“You’re Nathan?” Sarah asked.
He grinned at her. “That’s me love. Gorgeous as you expected, right?”
Sarah shrugged. “You don’t really look like your sister.” Several people in the room snickered.
Nathan straightened in his seat and squared his boney shoulders, “That’s ‘cuz I got all the good genes.”
The second man laughed, “That and they are not actually related. They were foster siblings. I’m Robin,” he added, offering Sarah his hand.
Sarah wasn’t sure what to expect from the man described as Nathan’s “Attack Lawyer,” but Robin wasn’t it. He was a Humie for one. He was also only 5 '6, about the same height as Sarah. He had aggressive male pattern baldness, thick glasses and the soft tummy of a thin man facing middle age. He arrived wearing a suit that looked expensive and a pair of shiny leather wingtips.
Sarah showed them to their room. “Um, Nicole said you would be sharing, but we have more rooms if you don’t want to.”
“This is fine,” Robin assured her. He promptly changed into a french maid costume, complete with fishnet stockings and black patent stiletto heels. He called Sarah “Mistress,” and everyone else “Sir.” Watching Nathan’s face, Sarah was pretty sure this was an elaborate attempt to make Marv uncomfortable.
It worked.
Sarah made it a whole twenty minutes before offering to wax his chest hair. Everyone tensed and stared at her. Then Robin started to laugh. “OK! OK! You win!”
“I’m not sure what I won, but I’m happy to hear it. Now, would you please call me Sarah?”
Robin shrugged, “If you insist, Sarah.”
“I’m afraid I do, Robin.”
Sarah was making maple smoked salmon for dinner that night. Mac was helping with the salad and Sean was making buns.
As the three of them worked in the kitchen Mac was the first one to comment. “Do you think he’s transgender or just a cross dresser?”
Sean followed quickly with, “And how do he and Nathan do the horizontal polka without anyone getting killed and eaten?”
Sarah cleared her throat. “I don’t think that is any of our concern. I don’t want you gossiping about our sex life, so it isn’t fair to start asking about theirs.”
Mac and Sean shared a look. Then Mac hurried out of the kitchen. Sarah turned to Sean, “What was that about?”
Sean shrugged and kept shaping dough into pull apart buns. “He’s off to tell that to Marv. Otherwise Marv will try to insist Robin puts on pants for dinner.”
Small talk that night was a little strained and it stuck firmly to non political subjects. No one mentioned Robin’s red glitter cocktail dress. They stayed with the weather and the new truck Sarah still wouldn’t drive that was parked in the yard. Only it turned out that last one was what Nathan used to segue into the topic everyone was hoping to avoid.
“Speaking of which,” Nathan said, “I want to apologize, Marv. You were assigned this territory in, what was it? 1998 or so?”
Marv tensed, “That sounds about right.”
Nathan nodded, “We weren’t nearly as well organized back then. You’ve been more than twenty years here. And Gus and Mac have been here close to forty. That is entirely too long to remain in one place. People start to notice. We are going to have to talk about relocating you.”
Everyone stared at him. Sarah was the first to recover, “But I love this house!”
Nathan nodded. “You haven’t been here long. You could easily take over the business. We could help you find a younger pack.”
Sarah’s jaw tensed, “You are not taking my family from me.”
Nathan looked at her, “Two weeks ago you weren’t a family. They called me at Halloween because they had no idea how to take care of you.”
“We figured it out,” Sarah gritted out through clenched teeth.
Robin cleared his throat, “The Council will make arrangements for you to finish your master’s degree. I understand that was your plan before you… came to live here.”
“Plans change.” Sarah said firmly.
“They don’t have to.” Robin suggested. “You can go to university anywhere you want. We will arrange it.”
“Can I bring my pack?”
Nathan and Robin exchanged a look.
“The answer had better be yes.” Sarah insisted.
“It’s a lot harder to relocate a whole pack than it is to rehome an Ulfurinn.”
“Tough.” Marv said.
Sarah nodded. “We are a package deal.”
Nathan looked around the table. Then he sighed and nodded. “Fine. I’ll look into it. But you have to be prepared for a change in lifestyle.”
The whole family relaxed for the rest of dinner. Nathan and Robin weren’t half bad company. When they weren’t playing home wrecker, that is. Sarah had just brought out a bumbleberry crumble when the doorbell rang. Marv helpfully went to answer the door.
“Robert! Hey! I heard you were coming to dinner, but when you weren’t here, I thought that ha
d changed. Sorry, we didn’t save you any, but you are in perfect time for dessert!”
Sarah panicked and froze. Mac looked nervous. That put the rest of the pack on edge. Nathan just leaned back in his chair as Robin served dessert with ice cream. Marv just chatted inanely until they got to the dining room. He picked up on the tension at once.
“Sarah? What did Nathan do?”
She looked at her hands folded in her lap. “I punched Robert. That’s how I broke my hand. I lost my temper and I hit him. That’s not me. I don’t hit people.”
Mac snorted, “I dunno. That was a proper right hook.”
“You aren’t helping,” Sarah hissed at him.
“It isn’t your fault,” Nathan said calmly. “He’s a pack leader. He should have been able to read that you were getting upset and manage it by either backing down or trying to fix it.”
This did not help Sarah relax. “He isn’t my pack leader. He was showing off his skills at flanking me.”
“It was a case of miscommunication,” Robert pleaded.
That made her look sharply at him.
Nathan just snorted. They all turned and looked at him. He took a bite of crumble. “I would say you are just like my sister, but baby girl doesn’t cook.”
“Does Nicole know you call her that?” Sarah asked.
Robin giggled, “Nope!”
Nathan turned to him, “Get the nice man a chair, darling.” Then he looked at Robert, “You have got to try this, Bob. It's so good!”
Robert looked nervously at Sarah, “I’ll wait until the lady of the house offers, thanks.”
They all looked at Sarah as Robin brought in the extra chair. They could see her struggling to calm down.
“Let me guess,” Nathan said around a mouth full of dessert, “you are feeling irrationally angry at him being here.”
Sarah gritted her teeth and nodded. Then she took a deep breath and said, “You are going to be ready for seconds before anyone else has any.”
“That’s the plan, but you aren’t getting territorial over dessert are you? Nah. You need to ask why he affects you like this.”
“He’s a jerk!” she almost shouted. “The second thing he ever said to me was calling me that bitch Sean made. I would have been polite if he had been.”
The boys all turned to look at Robert, who shifted uncomfortably where he was still standing in the doorway. Meanwhile, Robin had come over and put his hand gently on Sarah’s arm. “You should eat before the ice cream melts. I take it, I’m not serving him dessert?”
Sarah blinked, “What? No! He’s here, he eats. Robert sit down and eat the damn dessert.”
Nathan snickered, then held his plate out to Robin, “Please, miss, I want some more.”
Robin nodded, but he looked at Sarah for confirmation before he put another scoop on the plate.
There were a few moments of awkward silence broken only by the scrape of cutlery on china before Nathan said, “Well, now that we’ve established that Sarah is the dominant personality in the room, and that the Bellmont pack is going to be relocated in the next year, will you two be able to play nice?”
“You’re leaving?” Robert sounded stunned.
“Yeah. All of us,” was Sarah’s firm reply.
Robert held up his hands placatingly, “I hope that wasn’t because of me.”
“Nope!” Nathan was obnoxiously happy about that. “It’s just time for them to move on.”
Eventually everyone relaxed enough to make it through the rest of dessert and coffee. Robert fled as soon as was polite.
Nathan and Robin shared the guest room, but really they had the whole second floor, which made Nathan tease that they could just stay until Christmas. Sarah and the guys bunked down in the parlour. They were just barely settled in when Gus started to chuckle.
“Did you see his face?” he wheezed, bursting out into full blown laughter. Mac joined in a moment later, followed closely by Marv.
“I don’t get it,” Sarah said a little testily.
“You’re, what? Five five? Robert is six eight. He is famous for having fought off a dragon the size of a small car and he was terrified of you on your home turf,” Craig explained. “That’s pretty damn impressive. We talk about alpha presence or alpha energy and you have got that in spades. Very impressive.”
“But,” she objected, “Marv’s the leader!”
“I don’t wanna be. You can have the job if you want it.”
“I’d follow you into battle,” Sean agreed.
Chapter 25
November 30th
Sarah was driving. Sean hadn’t even asked. There were a couple of problems with that. One, she was driving the tow truck and, two, she didn’t know where they were going. Still, Sean seemed confident in his directions and Sarah… mostly trusted the GPS on her phone in case they got lost. They had been on the road for over an hour at this point and Sarah was currently cracking up as Sean did his impersonations of the rest of the pack.
His accents were terrible and since most of the pack members had very distinct dialects, he would do conversational recaps that had her almost in tears from laughing so hard. He was currently doing his impression of Marv, Gus and Mac discussing tea vs coffee.
“- when the obvious answer to tea vs coffee is Coke!” he concluded, like it was the most reasonable explanation.
Sarah shook her head, “Chai tea latte anytime.”
“Really?” Sean said in disbelief. “Nah, you can drink Coke with everything! Burgers! Pizza! Rum!”
Sarah laughed again, “That’s your definition of everything? Burger, pizza and rum?”
Sean grinned at her, “What more could you ask for?”
Sarah shook her head, “Sushi? Lobster boil? I could just about murder for a good curry.”
Sean laughed, “Turn left at the next intersection.”
“Where are we going, anyway?”
“To buy a truck with round fenders.”
Sarah pulled over. She put the tow truck in park and turned to look at Sean. “I love driving Baby. I would be OK working on a project truck with you, if you want, but I don’t need or want a truck. That was all Gus’s idea.”
Sean considered this. “Project truck would be a good date night event. Keep us busy for years.”
Sarah nodded. “Yes, it would. But if there is something else you would rather do, you can suggest that too.”
Sean shrugged, “Well, let’s go see what they have.”
The junkyard had a National Truck that Sean had found online for them to look at. It was .. not bad as a parts truck. But Sean kept looking at the 1935, 1936, 1937 Chev coupes. Each and every one a POS, but between the three, there looked like there might be enough parts to restore one.
Sarah finally just said, “You look like you are in love.” Sean jumped and looked guiltily at her. “Do you want a project that isn’t a truck?”
He looked down, “They are really pretty when they are running. But we can only bring one home at a time.”
Sarah shrugged. “I don’t mind coming back with you.”
Sean smelled uncertain. Sarah wandered over to talk to the owner. Then she talked to the owner’s wife. A deal was reached. The complicated part was going to be bringing them back across the border
That night, as Sarah was forcing them to all watch Galavant on Netflix, Sean did a full shift and curled up on the couch with Sarah. Molly took the opportunity to turn it into a puppy pile, rolling all over him with her tongue hanging out, much to Sarah’s amusement. She scratched Sean’s ears, then Molly’s when the dog pushed her nose under Sarah’s hand. “Someone is jealous!” Sarah teased.
Mac sat up straight and waved at her, “Yeah! Me!” Sarah laughed and threw a piece of popcorn at him. Mac caught it, but he had to jump off his chair and full shift to do it. He managed to stick the landing though.
Marv came in from the shop and walked into the ballroom, “What the hell is that piece of junk doing in the backyard? I thought you were going
to buy a truck!”
Sarah grinned at him. “We have two more of those coming in the next couple of days! Enough to make a good one.”
Marv grumbled to himself. Sarah extricated herself from the puppy pile and coiled her arms around his neck. “It makes me happy, Marv.” She hauled him down so she could peck a kiss on his lips. “Think of it as modern day needlepoint.” Marv cracked a smile, the rest of the pack looked baffled. “Come on, grumpy bear, have a seat! Or we can watch it again tomorrow night with the subtitles on as a sing along!”
Mac groaned and hid his face in his hands. Gus started to laugh. Craig threw a pillow at him. Marv frowned harder. “We have a STRICT no karaoke policy! There were… incidents.”
Sarah looked up at him, “Well, now you have got to tell me!”
Everyone looked at Craig, who looked at Sean, who gave a doggy snicker.
“Fine! Be that way! I’ll find out sooner or later” Sarah laughed as she went back to sit on her couch with Sean, absentmindedly scratching whatever body part was in reach as she hummed along with the show.
Marv made it to the end of that episode, then fled. Craig had a good laugh at that. Gus and Mac wandered off shortly after. Sarah turned to Craig, “Karaoke?”
“There was a riot a few years back at a meet up over Marv’s karaoke version of ‘Paradise by the Dashboard Light,’ after which the Black suggested that drinking in public was no longer an option for us. As in our pack. It was… embarrassing to be singled out like that.”
“Huh.” Sarah thought about this for a few moments. “Good night, Craig.” He took the hint and left. Sean gave a little whine and looked up at her. “Well? What do you want to do tonight?”
Sean just looked at her. Sarah stood up and stretched. This was the first day she had spent with Sean. She knew he wasn’t always comfortable around her. They had come to the cautious agreement that each of them could leave at any point if needed.
He hadn’t left yet.
“I’m going to sleep in my room. You are welcome if you want.”
“Tell me what to do.” Sean whimpered without changing shape.
Sarah shook her head, “You can do whatever you like.”
