by Pixie Unger
She groaned and blinked. “I’m horny and I want you all to smell like me. I’ll let you know if I need you to stop.”
Gus coughed. “Now quite that easy, lass. If one of us knots you, you are pretty much tied to that person until the knot comes down.”
Sarah pushed Marv away for a moment. “How long are we talking? Is there a work around?”
The boys all exchanged looks. Mac cleared his throat. “Yeah. There is a work around. Someone just needs to hold the knot so it doesn’t go in.” He was clearly uncomfortable with that and he kept glancing at Marv.
Sarah took the hair brush from him and dragged it through her hair. “What aren’t you telling me?”
Marv cleared his throat. “Not that unusual for the alpha to hold one of the other pack members knot as they fuck… But…” he trailed off, awkwardly.
“But usually he knots the Ulfurinn at the end.” Craig finished calmly.
Sarah felt her cheeks get warm and when she looked around, Craig was the only one who wasn’t blushing. “If we give this a try, will I be able to change my mind?”
“I will make sure it stops if you need, right up to the point where you are tied.” Marv said carefully.
Sarah looked around the room full of men. She felt a bit nervous at that. Mac hugged her close and kissed her neck. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
Sarah swiveled around in his lap and kissed him aggressively. “I want to.”
“Need a safeword, baby girl?” Craig asked.
“Yeah,” said Marv. “How about stop?”
Sarah laughed. Marv pushed her gently back so that she was leaning against Mac’s chest. Then, holding eye contact with her, he lowered his mouth slowly to her cunt. Sarah stopped breathing for a moment, then gasped, her arms coiling around his head. The buzz cut was amazing against her thighs. Mac’s hands skated up her sides and over her breasts. He tweaked her nipples before sliding one hand up to tip her head to the side and biting her neck with lip covered teeth.
Sarah shivered.
Gus turned up the fireplace.
Sean stripped then half shifted and curled up in front of the door like the world’s deadliest draught excluder.
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Sarah woke as Marv shifted back, their bodies separating with an audible slurp and a wet splash. She could still feel her legs shaking. She lifted her head off of his chest and looked around. It was a tight fit having five of them in a queen sized bed, Sarah and four naked, unconscious men.
Four.
She pushed herself up to look around and saw Sean get up from by the door. He got up and walked over, pushing something into her hand. It took her a moment to actually hold it. Sean waited patiently.
It was a spill proof travel mug. Sarah took a sip. Iced Earl Grey tea with honey and lemon from the fridge in the kitchen. It was one of her favourites. She wondered when he had snuck out to get it for her. She nodded her thanks.
Sean turned and walked to the bathroom. Sarah curled on her side, sliding into the tiny gap between Marv and Gus. She sipped her tea and listened to the sound of the bathtub filling. Marv grunted in his sleep and rolled over, spooning her tightly to him. Sarah considered all of this in a shaky, skittery, blissed out kind of way.
Group sex had never been on her to do list.
But, damn, it was nice with her family. Mac had licked her until her toes curled, then fucked her until she was writhing. He had then pulled out and spilled on her belly. At which point a 69 with Gus seemed like the most obvious thing in the world. She had been rather cum drunk by the time she and Marv shared a Craig sandwich. Then there was condom disposal and a quick wash and nap before she had decided to top Marv.
It had seemed like a good idea at the time.
She was pretty sure she would be walking funny when she came down to the kitchen for supper.
She had mostly finished her tea when Sean came back, still in half shift form. He carefully plucked her out of the puppy pile and carried her to the tub. She nuzzled his neck.
“Can I give you a bath, Ulfurinn?”
“Thank you, Sean, that would be lovely.”
Sean lowered Sarah carefully into the tub then stepped back to shift to human shaped. He was the youngest pack member. He didn’t shift as smoothly as the others yet. He had Sarah lean forward so he could rub her back.
“I can tell that you hurt.”
“I’m OK. More… discomfort than actual hurt.”
Sean nodded solemnly. “Sarah?”
“Yes, Sean?”
“That was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”
Sarah blushed and drank the last of her tea.
Chapter 32
December 3rd
Sarah woke up to the sound of her pack muttering in the hallway. She grudgingly cracked open an eyelid. Sean wiggled in his sleep, rubbing his doggy back against her belly. She was in his bed, in his room, down the hall from where she started. It had made sense at the time. Her bed was full, and… sticky. His bed was clean and he was willing to share. Sean had wrapped her up in a towel and just carried her to his bed before rubbing lotion into most of her as she drifted to sleep.
But now she could hear the other whispering outside her door. She lay there listening for a while.
“Just knock” - that was Craig.
“What if she’s sleeping?” Mac asked.
“What if Sean is finally over his nerves and we interrupt?” Marv suggested.
There was a long pause where Sarah could almost hear them sniffing. She pressed her lips tightly together to keep from laughing. Sean opened his eyes and looked at her for a moment before bursting into a doggy grin. The both looked over as Gus hesitantly peeked through the door.
“Morning,” Sarah groaned.
“Are you OK?” Gus asked.
“Yeah. A little sore but-”
“Sorry, Sarah,” Marv called from the hallway.
“No you’re not!” Sarah teased.
Gus grinned. “Breakfast?” he suggested.
Apparently, the breakfast nook had been taken over with anti-thing strategy planning. Sarah asked but no one had actually come up with a name for the critters. Sarah had voted for Thing, like on the Addams Family, but Craig just looked pained and said that wasn’t what a thing was.
“It’s closer to a Troll Cat, really.”
Sarah shook her head. “Doesn’t look anything like a cat,” she said as they reached the dining room. It was full of strange Lupers she didn’t recognize, Nathan, and one that she did. “Hi Earl. I thought you were being sent back.”
“Yeah. Thanks for ditching me, by the way,” Earl replied. Sarah just grinned. He frowned. “Happy to be home?”
“You know it,” Sarah replied, cheerfully.
Earl ducked his head and frowned into his coffee. Sarah noticed the way he held his mug was weird. His ring finger and pinkie were through the handle, his middle finger was on top of the handle and his thumb and index finger ran around the lip of the mug. She looked around the room. “So… who are all these people?”
Marv grumbled. Gus answered, “Every non alpha Luper in the state is helping with the hunt.”
One of the other Lupers nodded. “The current plan is to form a ring in the clear zone outside of town and drive them toward an uninhabited area. There would have to be a few waves to make sure none get through.”
Nathan glanced at him before turning back to Sarah. “You aren’t supposed to be here.”
Sarah’s eyes narrowed. “This is my house.” She said it quietly, but was deadly serious.
Nathan tilted his head slightly. Everyone else in the room stopped talking. “Yeah, it’s your house. How’s your pack supposed to focus on hunting if they are worried about keeping you safe?”
Sarah leaned forward and almost growled when she replied, “I keep me safe. I was the first one to kill a troll cat here. This is my house, my pack, I will defend it.”
Nathan considered this, then slumped back into
his chair and sipped his tea. “Fair enough,” he said, calmly.
Someone gasped and when Sarah looked around the room, everyone was wearing expressions of shock or disbelief, except Craig, who just looked smug.
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It took another week until they were sure they had gotten all the troll cats. Then almost another week for everyone to pack up and go home. At which point, since there were only a few days until Christmas, Nathan announced he would just stay in the guest room.
“You promised me turkey,” he had simply said.
“I was going to uninvite you when you stranded me in Trout River.” Sarah retorted.
Nathan raised a hairless eyebrow, “Oh? Am I uninvited, then?”
Sarah pretended to consider this. “You can stay.”
Epilogue
Sarah learned a lot of things from Nathan and Robin the week after Christmas.
She learned that Nathan knew he made Marv uncomfortable and was trying to see how far he could be pushed. Everyone ignoring Robin’s outfits had gone a long way to putting the pack in Nathan’s good books.
Robin had helped them pack up and did all the paperwork to sell the garage to another group of Lupers. He spent a lot of time talking to Sarah about what she was looking for in a house. He suggested the pack move into one of the antique apartment buildings the council owned to avoid gossip in whatever town they chose.
It turned out, the Treaty Council owned pretty much every “haunted” house in the country. That way the Lupers who lived there could explain any strange noises as ghosts. The family took over an antique apartment building. It had been owned by the previous pack, so all of the suites already had secret access to each other. It made it easy to arrange family meals.
Marv still held Sarah’s chair.
It wasn’t easy making a family of six work. They all had their hang ups.
The difference was that they were now committed to each other. In some ways, moving and restarting helped. They were all on equal footing in their new town.
It wasn’t a garage this time, even if Sean did insist on bringing the Chevies. No, they took over an heirloom furniture shop. Sarah got to learn how to use a CNC machine. Craig set up a forge to make decorative iron work. Mac took over the books.
For months, the pack was in a constant state of renegotiation about their individual roles, but they were all committed to making it work. By the time they opened the showroom of custom cabinetry, they had mostly settled into their new lives.
Sarah would laugh to herself as the locals would try to flirt with her boys and sometimes snicker when they would wink at her then flirt back.
The furniture shop wasn’t a bad fit. The lupers could remember most of the major furniture trends of the last three hundred years. Most of them had some woodworking experience. It was just a matter of honing their skills.
Sean had no interest in sawdust at all, but a good mechanic could get a job anywhere. That was easier with Sarah taking the lead than it would have been if Marv was still in charge. She just wanted him to be happy. For them all to be happy.
It would take a bit of work to make their new town feel like home. Having family around was a great place to start.
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Table of Contents
Thrown to the Wolves
Dedication
Preface
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Epilogue
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