by Pixie Unger
Sean’s muzzle wrinkled into a growl, then relaxed before he made a noise. “I would like you to tell me what to do.” He hesitated for a moment. Not seeing understanding on her face, he added, “I am yours to command.”
Sarah frowned, “Do you have a secret kink, Sean?”
“I am good at following orders, Ulfurinn. Tell me how to please you.”
Sarah considered this, “Follow me.” She headed upstairs to her bedroom, Molly ran ahead. Sean stayed at her side in the perfect heel position. She let them into her room and closed the door. Then she turned to watch him. “If it were Craig who said that ‘let me please you’ line, his dick would have dropped and he would be leering at me. You don’t… “ Sarah hesitated, “You don’t smell like lust, Sean, so what the hell?”
Sean flinched, but didn’t change. That’s what Luper Speak was for anyway. “I don’t want to be your lover. That is complicated and it makes me afraid. I still crave your touch. I could be your pet. I will be good and do what I’m told.”
“Hmmm… We’ll see.” She looked at him. “I’m going to go wash up and brush my teeth. You need to do that too.” Sean didn’t move. “Off you go,” Sarah insisted. “You can come back when you are done.” Sean tucked his tail between his legs and slinked off.
Sarah shook her head and made a note to research PTSD in the morning. In the meantime, she brushed her teeth and washed her face and gave herself a pep talk about having Sean in her room tonight. He wasn’t the only one who was nervous and she knew that her uncertainty was fueling his. She concentrated on remembering how much fun they had on the road trip and went to open her bedroom door.
Sean’s full shift form was a giant alaskan malamute. Sarah wasn’t sure how it worked, but the boys didn’t actually get heavier or lighter when they shifted. So where Sean was a perfectly respectable 190 lbs of lean muscle when he was human shaped, that translated into one heck of a large dog shape. All of the boys stretched to a ridiculous height in classic werewolf mode, nearly seven and a half feet. Sarah knew that part of that was them walking on their toes, giving their legs the look of having more knees going the wrong way. Knowing all of this didn’t make it any less impressive.
Sarah opened the door. Sean came in. Molly watched him expectantly. Miss Molly Dog Pollywog Princess Webbed Feet was barely a quarter of the size of any of the boys. She had an interesting dynamic with the pack in that she would listen to them and follow their lead as a pack member, but she absolutely called first dibs on Sarah, only grudgingly sharing access to her Person.
Marv thought it was hilarious. The rest of the pack just ignored it. Sarah spent a little bit of time worrying about what would happen if Molly ever started a fight. At this point, she was mostly sure the boys would back down. Mostly.
Sean came in. Sarah curled up on the bed with the book she was reading. Molly quietly barked a request to get on the bed. “Oh, come on then.” Sarah replied. Molly took up position at Sarah’s feet and watched Sean. He considered this then curled up by the fireplace.
“Now you are just being silly.” Sarah said, glancing over at him. “Come on. On the bed.”
Sean walked carefully around to the far side of the bed and lay down. He curled into the classic nose on tail position. Sarah sighed and patted her lap. Molly wiggled up and put her head in Sarah’s lap for ear rubs. Sarah lifted her up and moved her to the other side of the bed, sliding over so that she was in the middle between Molly and Sean.
After considering her puppy pile for a moment, Sarah put down her book and turned off the light. She curled up around Molly and said calmly, “Sean, I expect you to be the big spoon.”
Sean wiggled up next to her, but pressed his back to hers.
“Close enough.”
Chapter 26
December 1st
Sarah woke up as Sean started to slide carefully off the bed. She rolled over to look at him. “You could at least say goodbye.” She wasn’t sure why that hurt, but it did.
Sean froze. He could tell she was upset. “I didn’t mean to wake you, Ulfurinn. I am on breakfast duty this morning.”
“Can I help?”
Sean whined for a moment. “Let me make you breakfast. Please.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Please, Ulfurinn.”
Sarah looked at him. Then she tried to ignore her eyes and concentrate on his smell. He was cowering slightly, but he smelled… not afraid… more… anxious? “Whatever you want to do is fine, Sean.”
“Thank you, Ulfurinn.”
Sarah groaned. “At some point we are going to have to make me a name in Speak too.”
After Sean left, Sarah lay in bed and stared at the ceiling for a moment. Then she called Nicole.
“It is LITERALLY two in the morning. Why are you calling me?”
“Yeah, well, it’s five am here and I needed some answers.”
Nicole sighed. “I’m not going to like the kind of questions that have us up at this time of day, am I?”
“It’s about Sean-”
“And we just failed the Bechdel test.”
“What?”
“Nevermind. What’s wrong with Sean?”
“I don’t know. That’s why I’m calling. Nicole, he asked to be my pet! What kind of -”
Nicole interrupted, “It isn’t entirely unheard of. One of the boys in Seattle lived with a 16 year old as her dog for 10 years before he turned her back in the 1980’s”
Sarah’s brain shorted out at that one. “What?”
“Yeah, he got hit by a school bus while in full shift and her family paid all his vet bills. Sadly, they got him fixed while he was under, but they grew back. Eventually. It did mean he couldn’t shift until we got the leg plates out. It also kept things platonic until she was more than legal, so that was good.”
This did not help Sarah’s train of thought get back on track. The moment of silence went on too long.
“Sarah? Are you still with me?”
“Yeah. I… yeah…” Sarah thought about that some more. “What do you mean they grew back?”
“Look. You broke your hand, yeah? And it healed in, what, a week? We get better, even things that shouldn’t heal up eventually do. Hell, Robert had most of his face burnt off by a dragon or something five years ago and his eye is almost grown back.”
“What does any of this have to do with Sean?”
Nicole sighed. “OK. Look, Sean… has problems with women. Marv had a hard time getting him to reintegrate after Lori. If he just goes full shift and you treat him as a pet… well, that is a clearly defined role, right? You don’t fuck your dog. It takes sex right off the table.”
“My dog doesn’t make me breakfast either.” Sarah replied, “Or take me shopping for vintage cars.”
Nicole tsked, “But you might take your dog along for those things, right?”
“So you’re telling me that the werewolf version of ‘Let’s be friends’ is ‘Can I be your pet?’”
“Sometimes.” Nicole sighed then growled. “Argh! He’s deferring to you in terms of pack hierarchy and he’s giving up breeding rights -”
“You told me Lupers don’t breed.”
“They don’t. We don’t! But it sounds better than fucking rights. Can you just go with it until Sean is ready to deal with you as a human being? Him being a human being, not you.”
“O...kay…” Sarah said to herself as she looked at the phone. That wasn’t as helpful as she had hoped. “I’ll try.”
“Thanks. That’s all we can ask for,” Nicole yawned. “Good night, Sarah.”
“Night!”
The take away from that, as near as she could tell, was that Sean wasn’t hurting anyone or threatening anyone and she should just go with it.
And if he got too scary, she could always cut his balls off because apparently, they grow back.
Eventually.
“MAC!” Sarah called. A sleepy, and stubbled covered Mac opened her door a moment later. “I’m cold and Sean
left,” Sarah explained. “Can you help me get back to sleep?” Mac was suddenly wide awake. He grinned mischievously. Sarah rolled her eyes. “Not like that.”
“Oh. Ok.”
Mac crawled into bed and spooned up behind her. He rubbed her back until she fell back to sleep muttering, “How is this my life?” She didn’t sound as pleased as he would like.
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Breakfast was hash for the boys. After Marv seated Sarah at the breakfast table, Sean brought out a plate of eggs benedict for her. “Wow. Thank you!”
Sean blushed a little and ducked his head before taking his seat.
Marv was helping himself to breakfast when he asked, “How’s the new fireplace working?”
Sarah didn’t look at him but answered while cutting into her breakfast, “It’s really nice. I turn it down before bed and it takes a little while to warm the room up in the morning, but it isn’t as cold in my room as it was.”
Marv sniffed.
Sarah sighed. In a house full of werewolves a sniff was never just a sniff. “What?”
Craig answered with his mouth full, “Sean left you lonely and Mac didn’t step up this morning.”
“Hey!” Mac protested.
Sarah glared at him. “My life is not a porno, Craig. I’m not going to spread my legs and yell, ‘Next!’”
Marv choked, Gus spat out his tea. Craig grinned at her and replied, “Pity. It could be. If you wanted.”
“Yeah, well, if I change my mind about that, you will be the last to know.”
Mac laughed. Craig grinned then stuck out his tongue at her. Gus laughed. Sean said thoughtfully, “That would explain why Snow White stayed with the seven dwarves.”
Now Sarah laughed, but Marv had finally gotten his coughing fit under control. “Not at the breakfast table.” He said firmly.
Sarah shrugged, there was a chorus of “Yes, Boss,” from the rest of the pack.
Sarah ate her eggs benny in silence for a moment. Marv was talking about assignments at the garage for the day. Sarah looked up and asked if there was a way to use the Luper network to pick up the other two Chevy’s in Quebec. The pack all stared at her.
“Look, I don’t mind making two more trips with the tow truck, but if there is a better way to get them here…” she said.
“That would be easier than trying to figure out how to trade favours to get someone else to do it.” Craig said simply.
“Or you could just not bring home more junk,” Marv suggested.
“If it makes her happy,” Mac said, “we own a garage, having a couple of old cars around isn’t the end of the world.”
Marv grunted and nodded and finished his hash. “Right, then. Let’s get this over with. Sarah and Gus are making a road trip today.” That got everyone’s attention.
“I’m supposed to be learning welding with Craig today.” Sarah protested.
“Do you want the cars or not?” Marv asked calmly.
“Well, yes, but I could at least take Craig with me instead of Gus. No offense, Gus.”
“None taken, lass.”
“I am not letting you cross an international border alone with him.” Marv said firmly. “So drop it.”
“So the obvious solution is that I take him and Gus.”
“I said drop it!”
“It’s OK, Sarah,” Craig said carefully. “We can do welding next week.”
Sarah stubbornly shook her head. “No! It is not OK. You are a member of this pack, and despite your somewhat inappropriate sense of humour, you never been anything but gentle with me. You shouldn’t be ostracized just because Marv has some weird hang up.”
“Fine!” Marv said. “Take them both!” He turned to Craig. “You need to tell her the story of how you were turned, TODAY. And if she comes back wearing your scent, I will gut you.”
Chapter 27
Sarah drove. It was becoming a thing with the pack. They all just assumed that she was driving. She knew it was because no one else was allowed to drive Baby. She just hadn’t corrected anyone when they assumed that applied to any vehicle she was riding in.
This time they took the one ton flat deck. Sarah was doing her best but she was less comfortable driving it than she had been driving the tow truck. A couple of miles out of town she pulled over. “C’mon Gus. Let’s go get you changed. I need to talk to Craig and I kinda need you not looking at me while I’m doing it,” she announced as she climbed out of the cab and headed towards the trees at the side of the road.
She was back a few minutes later with a pile of clothes and the large irish wolfhound that was Gus’s full shift form.
She opened the passenger door and said, “Can you drive?”
Craig was stunned. “Um… yes. Marv won’t like it.”
“I don’t care. Nicole told me this morning that if I cut your balls off they will grow back eventually. That’s a pretty powerful idea to put in a girls head.”
Craig gave a sickly grin and moved over to the drivers spot. Sarah tipped the passenger seat forward and Gus crawled into the space behind it. Once they were all settled and on the road, Sarah asked, “Can you talk and drive at the same time?”
Craig frowned a little, “Sure? Why?”
“Tell me about how you got turned. The way everyone keeps referencing it without ever actually telling me… Well, it’s got to be a good story, right?”
Craig sighed and thought about how to explain. Start at the beginning, he thought. “I was a Viking.”
“As in football?”
“No… as in barbarian invaders about a thousand years ago.”
Sarah was really still and very quiet for a moment. Then she looked over the seat at Gus, who gave a doggy nod. “Wow. That’s… Wow.” She fell silent again for a moment. “You are the WORST cradle robber in the history of the world, you know that right?”
Craig laughed. “You are an adult, baby girl. And as much as I enjoy calling you that, this isn’t pedophilia.”
“No! Of course not! But you have to admit that is one hell of an age difference.”
“Yeah.” Craig sighed. “As far as I know, I am the oldest living person on the planet.”
“So… the whole rape and pillage thing… that’s why Marv is afraid to leave you alone with me?”
Craig flinched. “Yes and no, I’m afraid. My people were pagans but our behaviour was not any worse than that of anyone else at the time. But… I was part of a war party that raided an island for sheep. When we landed, it turned out that everyone on the island was a Luper. We were slaughtered en masse. I was chased through the woods and across the island. Being herded by combat form Lupers. I ran until I could run no more. Until I collapsed. Then it happened.”
Craig hesitated. “This next bit isn’t nice. I was raped and mauled nearly to death. If you need me to just stop there, that’s ok. But if you can stomach the details, they are… They shaped who I am and what I want.”
Sarah swallowed and didn’t say anything for a long moment. “If you are OK telling me, I will listen.”
Craig nodded and took a deep breath, “I ran tripping and stumbling. Falling and skinning my hands and my knees. I ran until I vomited, but still the War Dogs kept pace. When I finally collapsed a woman appeared. She was small and dark and her hair hung in dreadlocks. The beasts rolled me onto my back and pinned my arms and legs. She rubbed my cock until it stood up, then tied a leather strap around it and my balls so that I was unable to come. Then she mounted me. As she rode me, one of the Lupers licked her until she came, over and over until I was nearly raw.
“Then she said something and they all laughed. She untied me and made me cum in her hand. The one who had been licking her bit me hard enough to break my pelvis. Then she rubbed my seed between her fingers and pushed them into my hole. After that, the whole pack took turns raping me.”
Sarah gasped. “Oh! Craig! I am so sorry that happened to you!”
Craig shook his head, “At the time, they… we… That was how it was understood that you b
ecame a dog of war. It was believed the pack rape was what made you turn. The bite was seen as something else. More like branding. ”
Sarah thought about that. “But… Sean ate Lori after having sex with her. How did the pack not…” She trailed off unsure how to continue.
“I was covered in the Ulfurinn’s juices. I smelled like her, not like food.”
“I am so sorry that happened, I don’t even know what to say. I’m glad you told me.”
“That isn’t all, Sarah. That event, that understanding has changed how I see the world. I can be a lovely passive bottom who will spend hours making you cum when you are cramped and bleeding. I want to be the dom who spanks you and fucks you until pain and pleasure mingle. What I’m not as good at is the loving gentle middle ground. And I still fantasize about chasing you through the woods and fucking your ass. It’s just that I would want to fill you with lube and fit you with a butt plug first.”
The silence was long and awkward.
“Oh.” It wasn’t enough, but it was all that Sarah could think to say.
“And the thing is… The thing, Sarah, is, I don’t want to hurt you baby girl. I don’t want to make you afraid of me. But I still fantasize about that. About catching you and making you part of the pack in the way that I believed it needed to happen for hundreds of years.”
“Someone told me once that you were a screamer. I couldn’t see it at the time, but…”
Craig didn’t look at her. “Sometimes I want to stay human as Marv fucks me as hard as he can, tearing my ass on his knot. It hurts so good, being owned by him. My first alpha did that whenever he pleased. I… got used to it. And the praise that went with it. Lupers all have a bit of a praise kink at the best of times, but I am a bit of an extreme case. Marv doesn’t really get it, but he indulges me anyway. It scares him imagining me doing that to you.”
“And that’s what you want to do to me?”
“What? No! Well, sort off. Maybe a little. I want you to feel it the next day but that isn’t the same as wanting to hurt you. Anal doesn’t have to be that violent.” He stopped then. Sarah was starting to be afraid. “There is a big difference between wanting something and being prepared to steal it. I would never steal from you.”
