Wolf Spirit

by Cara Wylde

  Callum cleared the table and placed the tray of food in the middle. His dark hair was tied in a low ponytail, as usual, and he was wearing a suit, as he always wore at the office. He hadn’t had time to change. He was probably so eager to find out more about the ritual, that he’d just grabbed the food and ran here. His beard had grown lately, and he’d let it. He was either going for a new, rugged look, or was more stressed than Alaric and Garrett. I didn’t mind his beard. When he kissed me, it felt soft on my skin. Contrary to popular belief, no, a well-grown beard didn’t scratch. I actually loved it. When he kissed my neck and my collarbone, it created all kinds of sensations in my body.

  Garrett was the only one who’d changed dramatically. It was strange to see him wear normal clothes. Somehow, he looked even hotter in his simple shirt and khaki slack pants. I did miss his clerical robe and his white collar. He still wore his rosary, though, so at least there was one thing that reminded me he was still the same man. His blond hair seemed lighter. Since he’d give up priesthood, he spent more time outside, and the merciless summer sun had discolored his hair and tanned his skin. His blue eyes were as kind and mysterious as ever. He was a researcher now. A scholar. It fit him well.

  “Are you hungry?” Callum asked me.

  I shook my head. Garrett dropped his books on the table, next to my dinner, and wrapped an arm around my waist. He pressed me to his chest and touched my belly with his other hand. The pups were asleep.

  “You must eat,” Alaric said, sipping his beer. “We’ve eaten already, but I don’t mind watching you eat. You’re cute.”

  I chuckled. “You always say I’m cute no matter what I do.”

  “And I’m always right, mut.”

  In the past, “mut” had been intended as an insult. Not anymore. Every time he called me “mut”, I blushed.

  “He’s right,” Callum said. “You should eat.”

  “Later.” I pushed Garrett away and walked to my bed. Sitting on the edge, I looked my Alphas in the eyes. “First, I want to tell you what happened last night.” They were instantly all eyes and ears. “I found out that the best way to exorcise the Wolf Spirit is for you to… take me. Over and over, until the Spirit recognizes that my body doesn’t belong to it. Because it belongs to you. I belong to you.”

  I saw Garrett swallow hard. Alaric finished his beer and crumpled the can in his hand. He threw it in the open trash. It made a perfect arch before it clattered against all the other beer cans he’d drunk by himself. He jumped to his feet, excited.

  “Well then, what are we waiting for?”

  “Wait,” Callum stopped him. He turned to me. “My love, do you feel comfortable… in this state?”

  I smiled as I crawled onto the bed and opened my legs. I pulled my dress up to give them a glimpse of my already wet pussy.

  “I feel perfectly comfortable,” I purred. “Just be… gentle?”

  “Oh, I’m going to be very gentle,” Alaric said as he removed his uniform shirt and pants quickly. His dark eyes were alight with lust.

  He mounted me first. I turned on my hands and knees, and he pulled me to the edge of the bed. I whimpered when I felt his big, long cock enter me. I’d missed it so much. I’d missed him so much. He buried himself to the hilt and started moving slowly, in and out, driving me mad with desire. He was being too slow, too careful.

  “You can go harder,” I moaned.

  “I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice was low and husky. He could barely hold himself back.

  “You can’t hurt me. Ever.”

  Garrett removed his shirt and came to kneel in front of me, on the bed. He undid his fly, and his cock bounced free. He took my chin between his fingers, guiding my lips to the engorged head.

  “Let him fuck you how he pleases,” he whispered.

  I nodded, compliant. I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked lightly, savoring the taste of his precum. As usual, Callum preferred to watch. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat in Alaric’s spot in the armchair. He stayed like that for a while, drinking his beer and enjoying the show, then I heard him unzip his pants. Even with Alaric’s cock pounding my pussy and Garrett’s cock in my mouth, I could smell Callum’s arousal. Since I’d gotten pregnant, all my senses seemed to have become ten times sharper. Every stroke, every pull of my hair as Garrett played with it, every thrust as Alaric finally increased the pace – I felt everything so intensely that I could almost lose my mind. I was aware that Callum was stroking himself as he watched the two Alphas fuck me, and that turned me on even more. The first orgasm took me by surprise. I moaned around Garrett’s cock as my pussy throbbed around Alaric, milking him dry. The knot didn’t form. It was as if his body knew that my body was already with pups, so there was no need to trap his seed inside me. When he was done, Alaric pulled out with a sigh. His hot seed dripped down my thighs and onto the bed.

  Garrett didn’t come in my mouth. When Alaric moved away and went to get himself another beer, he lied on his back and motioned for me to climb on top of him. His cock was hard and flushed. I straddled him with my back to him because I felt like it was a better position. He helped me keep my balance by holding my waist gently. I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, stroked him lightly, then lowered myself onto it. I was soaked, Alaric’s seed having made a real mess when it mixed with my slick. Garrett’s cock slipped inside me easily, and I started moving and rolling my hips, bouncing on top of him as best as I could. I wasn’t as flexible as I would’ve liked, and it was frustrating that in my condition, I couldn’t really ride my Alpha with abandon. He thrust his hips up to meet me, and we soon built a rhythm that worked for both.

  I turned to look at Callum. His green eyes were a shade darker, raw desire shining in them. He wanted me, but he was strong enough to wait for his turn. He’d always liked to claim me at the end, when the other two had had their way with me. This way, he only had me for himself. There was no pressure to finish faster because my other Alphas wanted a piece of me, too. He was fully dressed, and he looked delicious like that, with his cock out, his hand running up and down the girthy length, faster and harder, as he watched me ride Garrett. I licked my lips in anticipation, and he squeezed the base of his cock. He slowed down, then stopped for a minute. He didn’t want to come all over himself when he could come soon inside me.

  I moved faster, feeling my orgasm build up. Garrett sat up, propped my pillows up so he could lean slightly back, and grabbed my breasts from behind. They were round, heavy, and filled with milk. My nipples were hard and bigger than usual. He played with them, making me moan and whimper. I was losing my rhythm. I felt him tense underneath me, and I knew he was close. I bounced on top of him a few more times, and we came together. He merely grunted, while I screamed and cursed under my breath. My pussy clenched and unclenched around him. He helped me down, and I lied on my side for a minute to catch my breath. My heart was hammering in my chest, and my breathing had become heavy. Well, the sex was better than ever, but I didn’t seem to have the same stamina. Garrett held me close, playing with my hair and kissing the back of my neck.

  I saw Callum stand up. He threw his empty beer can in the trash. With his hard cock hanging out, he stalked toward me. My core throbbed with need. But as wet as I was for him, I was afraid I wasn’t going to be able to move.

  “I’m sorry, I… I just need a minute.” I chuckled awkwardly. This was going to be a long night. I was also thirsty. “Water?”

  “I’ll get it.” Garrett jumped out of the bed and went to grab a bottle of water.

  Meanwhile, Callum sat next to me. He pushed my soaked hair away from my forehead.

  “I’ll do everything,” he said. “Just lie back and enjoy.”

  I drank my water, then Callum took a hold of my ankles, and I giggled as he pulled me to the edge of the bed. Slowly, he got rid of his clothes, giving me one hell of a show. He was tall and ripped, and his chest was covered in soft, black hair. I wanted to run my finge
rs through it, but I felt so deliciously tired and lazy. I opened my legs and allowed him to settle between them.

  “Shh…” he cooed. “I’ll take care of you, my love.”

  He slipped inside me. I threw my head back and moaned. Alaric was smoking by the only window I had in this cramped space, and as he blew the smoke out, the warm night air entered the room. Garrett was watching me and Callum, stroking himself lazily. He probably wanted to fuck me again when Callum was done. I was fine with that, really. As long as they did all the work tonight, I didn’t mind them fucking me over and over. After all, that was what was going to encourage the Wolf Spirit to leave my body and set both of us free.

  Callum thrust deeper and harder. He held me down and leaned over me as much as he could without applying any pressure on my belly. He fucked me as he looked into my eyes, and I whimpered every time he hit that magical spot inside me.

  “I love you,” he whispered.

  “I love you.”

  It didn’t last long. He came inside me, coating my walls with his seed. I came right after him, and I could swear my body wouldn’t be able to take another orgasm. At the same time, I knew that we were going to do this all night, and I was going to enjoy every second of it.

  “I love you so much, Sierra.” He kissed me. Our tongues met, and I didn’t have to say a word. He knew exactly how I felt and how much it consumed me. “You should eat now,” he said as he broke the kiss.

  “Yes, sir. I’ll eat.” I laughed, but the truth was that I was hungry. For food.

  * * *

  We made love, slept, then made love again. My bed was too small, so Alaric put a blanket on the floor and dozed off on it. At five in the morning, we were all fast asleep. The pups started kicking, and I woke up with a start. I needed to use the bathroom badly, so I crawled out of the bed and wobbled toward it, trying to make as little noise as I could. Of course, my Alphas sensed me, but they knew I was only going to pee or drink water, so they didn’t bother. They were just as exhausted as I was.

  I got to the bathroom, closed the door behind me, and lifted my dress to sit on the toilet. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and for a split second, I thought I saw someone or something right behind me. I gasped, turned around, but no one was there. I pressed my hand to my chest and looked in the mirror again. There it was. There was a shadow hovering behind me, right above my shoulder, and it looked like… the head of a black wolf. Its eyes were bright purple.

  “Thank you,” the shadow said without actually making any sound. It was as if it was talking in my head.

  “F-for what?” I knew this was the Wolf Spirit. And it wasn’t inside me anymore, it was outside of me.

  “For hosting me for so long. I will be on my way now, but I will watch over you, Omega.”

  I nodded. I had no words, and I couldn’t trust my voice to work, anyway. The shadow vanished into thin air, and when it was gone, I felt like a burden had been lifted off my shoulders. I felt light and free.

  I was free.

  And my eyes were blue again.

  My Alphas, my mates… The fact that the Wolf Spirit was finally gone was all thanks to them. They had taken me in when everyone thought I was a rogue and a murderer, they had believed in me when not even I thought I was worthy. They had broken me countless times and put me back together.

  I was who I was thanks to them.

  And I knew they were going to be the best fathers in the world.

  EPILOGUE

  Callum

  A year had passed since I met my soulmate at Dark Moon Prison, in a damp cell with no windows. She was free now, she had given birth to three strong, wonderful pups, and she was living with me and her two other Alphas and mates – Alaric Stone and Garrett Rivera. We’d built to new wings that we attached to the house, as it would’ve been crazy for three Alphas to share the same space for so long. We were all used to having our privacy, peace, and freedom to do what we pleased. We still shared the kitchen and the living room, but not even that was necessary. Alaric and Garrett had their own kitchenettes and living rooms with fireplaces. Our Omega and our pups were free to use all the available spaces as they wanted.

  I was at Dark Moon Prison from early morning until about six in the evening. Sometimes I left early if I knew my absence wouldn’t affect anyone. I wanted to spend as much time as I could with my family. In the morning, Sierra packed my lunch. In the beginning, I had lunch at home, but since the pups arrived, it was impossible to leave for work again when the three of them clung to me and begged me to take the day off. I had to work, though, I had to provide for them, and the truth was that I did love my job. So, in the morning I’d promise them I’d be home as soon as I could, I’d grab my lunch, kiss Sierra, and be on my way. Someone in the house had to show some backbone and authority when a simple smile from our pups could melt us all into puddles.

  Today was no different. A small incident at the prison kept me later than usual. I arrived home at seven thirty, and the pups literally tackled me to the ground. The boys shifted mid-leap and started biting me playfully. I laughed and tickled them. But the girl, my daughter, kept her human form and climbed into my arms. I held her close and sniffed the top of her head. She had my eyes, my nose, and my chin, but she had her mother’s blond hair. At least for now. It was entirely possible for her hair to turn darker with age.

  “You’re late, daddy,” she said in her cute, shy voice. “I was waiting for you. I drew something. Do you want to see?”

  “Of course I do.” I kissed her cheek and struggled to get up.

  Sierra came over and grabbed the boys, one under each arm.

  “Sorry about these two rascals,” she said. “But Garrett is still working on that paper, and Alaric isn’t home yet. Did anything happen?”

  I sat down at the dinner table while my daughter ran out of the room to get her drawing.

  “Nothing serious. He’ll be here soon.”

  Sierra scolded the boys and told them to shift back and get dressed. Since they’d started shifting, they were ripping apart sets after sets of clothes. They played all day, chased each other, annoyed their sister, and got so excited that they often forgot to remove their clothes before shifting.

  “I made steak and veggies,” the Omega said as she busied herself setting the table. “We also have fish.”

  She was an amazing cook, and she loved preparing breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the whole family, which was probably not easy at all, since we were so many and we all ate like the world was going to end the next day. When my daughter grew, she’d help her mother in the kitchen. I had a feeling that my little pumpkin was going to be an Omega. Children started to show their abilities and inclinations when they matured to the age equivalent to fifteen in humans.

  “It smells incredible,” I said.

  She giggled and placed a plate in front of me. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto my lap. I kissed her neck, cupped her breasts, and she laughed happily. She was wet for me, I could tell. I could smell her arousal.

  “Callum, no,” she whined. “The pups…”

  She pushed me away playfully, and I understood that we had an audience. Our daughter came over, scowled at her mother, and when Sierra went to finish setting the table, climbed in my lap and showed me the drawing. It was a wolf with big, purple eyes. Sierra and I had been teaching her about the Wolf Spirit.

  “You can’t be jealous of your mother,” I told her.

  She huffed stubbornly. “I’m not jealous. I just want you all to myself.”

  “But baby, you know what we say around here…”

  “Sharing is caring,” she sighed.

  When most families were formed of one Omega and one Alpha, it wasn’t easy for our pups to understand our arrangement. But we were getting there.

  The door to my right opened, and Garrett stepped in.

  Garrett

  Having a paper published in the local scientific journal for werew
olves was a big deal. And the paper had to be perfect. I had to admit I’d been spending too much time locked in my home office lately, and neither the pups, nor Wisteria seemed thrilled. Yes, I still called her Wisteria sometimes, even if her eyes were blue now. Once the Wolf Spirit left her body, her eyes got back to normal. She’d been born with sky-blue eyes, and the purple had come from the beast.

  I decided I needed a break. I was also starving, and the delicious scent of rare steak wafted through the house, even though the main kitchen was quite far from my office. I closed my laptop, turned off the light, and promised myself I would go back to work the next morning. I’d made a bad habit of having dinner quickly, then locking myself up with my books and studies again. Not tonight. Tonight, I was going to spend some quality time with my boy.

  “How’s it going?” Callum asked.

  “It’s going…” The truth was that I was far from happy with what I’d written so far.

  “My love,” Wisteria whispered as she pressed herself against me.

  I held her gently and kissed her on the lips. She must’ve tasted the dessert right out of the oven because she tasted like chocolate. We were forced apart when my son came to pull at her skirt.

  “I’m hungry!”

  “Have you washed your hands?”

  He grinned mischievously. “Maybe?”

  She furrowed her brows. “Go wash your hands.”

  The boy hesitated. I rolled my eyes and lifted him in my arms.

  “Listen to your mother. Let’s go wash those paws.”

  The boy giggled but didn’t protest. He was shy around me, even though I knew that when it came to Callum and Alaric, he was loud and rambunctious. I probably intimidated him because I was always with my books, always reading and writing. I could feel that when he grew up, he’d become an Alpha. He was probably never going to be interested in books like I was, but I didn’t care. I just wanted him to follow his dreams, whatever they were.