by Crystal Dawn
It called to me and with my improved vision I could see the drop of pre-cum shining on the end. I dropped to my knees and took him in hand. One hand went to his hard shaft while the other cupped his heavy balls. I massaged his balls as I held his shaft still for my tongue which snaked out and tasted the dewy drop. Mm, it tasted spicy sweet and now I wanted more. A new hunger surged and I wanted a mouthful of his tasty essences. I continued to massage his balls as I slowly sank his stiff cock into my mouth.
He shook, his whole body shook like a leaf in the wind as I stroked him with one hand and sucked on him with my mouth. I went down as far on his long shaft as I could, gagging slightly as I managed to go all the way. I set a speed and moved up and down, sucking hard enough to hollow my cheeks. He groaned and growled, beyond all human thought as he simply reacted on a physical level to my ministrations. Every once in a while I was rewarded with a slight taste of his wonderful essence but my final reward was coming and soon. He could no longer hold back and his fingers twisted into my hair holding my head still as he rocked into my hot wet mouth with abandon. A human could not have continued uninjured, thank the goddess I was a wolf and growing stronger all the time.
I felt his muscles tense, his motions no longer steady as his climax threatened to consume him. I squeezed his balls to send him over. I needed more of him than just a little taste. I wanted it all, every delightful drop. His groan was deep and guttural, his body pushed beyond its ability to hold back. I felt the first stream hit the back of my throat as he jerked into my mouth. I could taste his essence hot, sweet and salty as it filled my mouth and slid down my throat. He jerked and unloaded for several minutes before he seemed unable to produce another drop. I licked him clean and smiled, proud of my accomplishment. He had been putty in my hand, I knew just how to reward my alpha for good behavior.
“Dear goddess, Megan. That was fucking incredible.” He moaned as he leaned in and kissed me, tasting himself on my mouth.
I felt better, but I wasn’t finished yet. I got up and pulled him to the bed. It was time for some serious fucking or I would never cool off. I looked and he was hard as a rock again. I wondered where it all came from, but I was more than glad it was there. He pushed me down on the bed on all fours. It was no surprise my wolf like doggy style. He slammed it home and I was ready. It felt amazing as he pounded into to me not holding back. His hands held my ass and every once in a while he slapped me across my cheeks. It wasn’t hard and it just stung but he’d better watch out because I would return the favor. He drilled into me harder and I lost all coherent thought. I growled and even whimpered, caught at the edge of my release needing to claim it so badly but just falling short. Reese realized what I needed and he moved his finger down to toy with the little button between my thighs. He circled and then he pinched and I exploded all around him.
I clutched and clenched until he couldn’t even move and I squeezed the orgasm right out of him. He howled loud and long, expressing his incredible pleasure. I remember hearing the sound but I don’t remember anything after that. Perhaps I was just too tired to stay awake but Reese insists he fucked me until I passed out. Isn’t that just like a male to proudly proclaim something like that? I’m not sure he didn’t pass out too but he denies it.
I only know when I woke hours later, I was wrapped in the warm protection of his strong arms and I felt well rested and starved half to death. My mouth was dry and I needed to go to the bathroom. I had no choice but to get out of bed. I slipped out from within his embrace reluctantly surprised he didn’t wake. I showered, dried off and dressed before making my way downstairs. I found the kitchen deserted and I started pulling out ingredients. This time I planned to cook more since the food hadn’t lasted long.
I worked about an hour, filling the oven with a roast, two cakes and banana nut bread. I filled the crockpot with chicken and dumplings and then I started to fix breakfast for myself and Reese. It wasn’t long before the smell of food attracted the wolves so I kept cooking more and more breakfast food, taking time to eat when I had a chance. The males really appreciated my cooking and thanked me effusively as they cleaned their plates.
Reese slept a couple more hours, but I had saved a plate of food for him. I sat with him while he ate and I had a piece of the banana nut bread which had, if I do say so myself, turned out perfectly. He finished his food and looked for more. Luckily there was plenty.
“I think we might need to go outside and see if you can change.” He suggested softly.
I knew the time would come eventually and honestly the thought scared me. Not so for my wolf who practically danced at the thought of being allowed out in the world. I couldn’t blame her for wanting to be free even if only for a little while since she was a wild creature. She wanted to go to the woods and run free, hunting and exploring.
“I know.” I replied with a sigh. I knew I couldn’t keep her inside forever, it wasn’t fair.
“You’ll love it.” He reassured with a ghost of a smile.
He finished eating while I sipped some water. The change had required a lot more water and food than I’d ever needed before. I could feel the change running through me. I knew I wasn’t the same as I had been but had I changed enough to morph into my wolf? It was early as he took my hand and led me outside. We walked to the edge of a grove of trees. Smells burst in my nose, stronger and some stranger, than I’d ever smelled before. Odors from the ground and the plants fought to make themselves known. I singled out the musty smell of the dew dampened earth where a layer of rotting vegetation lay. I lifted my nose and caught the pure, clean smell of the wind. Reese pulled me into his arms and I scented the marvelous spicy woods aroma that always covered him with the underlying male scent that was his personal sexual lure. It called me to him every time.
“Relax Megan. Breathe deeply in and out. Think about your beautiful red wolf. Imagine her in your mind’s eye and call her forth. Set her free so she can run and hunt.” He instructed.
I could imagine her and I called her. I thought she would come and I felt a pain in my stomach that made me double over in agony. Reese panicked and he pulled me back into his arms. I didn’t understand but my wolf wanted me to try again. I calmed myself which wasn’t easy and I called her again. This time she came and I felt the magic buzz along my skin. It felt good not painful at all and I wondered why the first attempt had hurt so much.
You went through a big change faster than most. Your body attempted to hold on to its old self. That’s now gone forever. I heard the voice of my wolf explain. I knew I didn’t like change, most people resisted it. It was still so painful! Change can be painful. The pain is gone now. Yes, she was right. There was no more pain only joy at being in the woods free to run and enjoy.
I caught a scent, a rabbit? Yes, I turned and ran after it, or at least I planned to. Instead I went flying flat on my face.
“Take a moment to adjust. You’ll get use to your wolfish legs. They’re very sexy, just like your furry ass.” Reese whispered. I barked at him.
I wobbled a little but it wasn’t as bad as I had feared. It was an adjustment, not a complete relearning how to walk. I moved faster and then I was off like a streak with Reese yelling after me. I hid and waited. He came tearing past, a huge tar black wolf and I jumped out and knocked him over and we rolled ass over tea kettle. He landed on top, just my luck. His wolf looked like it was laughing at me and he probably was. He growled, demanding submission and I bared my neck before I had a second to think.
Chapter 6
The Red Wolves
I examined her wolf closely liking everything I saw. Her fur was a deep red, almost crimson but she had a patch of white on her on her chest. She was small as far as werewolves go, but absolutely gorgeous. Her eyes, an unusual combination of greens and browns that I had heard called hazel, were filled with the pure joy that is experienced in the woods the first time a werewolf morphs. Had I not already been hopelessly in love with my mate, I would have fallen right at the moment. Instead I
fell just a little deeper.
My wolf was even more jubilant that our mate had submitted! I grasped her neck with my jaws lightly giving her a gentle squeeze before sitting back on my haunches. I smiled inside, possibly outside, I didn’t know if a wolf could truly smile having never seen it. Pure male satisfaction rolled all over me but my mate seemed a little miffed. I could understand that since she was now the most alpha female I had ever met. I’d never met a white wolf so I couldn’t compare them.
I licked her nose but she shook her head. It was only to show my love, her wolf would embrace it but it seemed her human thought it gross. I chuffed, laughing at her predicament. She was of two minds about most of her new experiences. That would change as her two parts blended and adjusted. Neither would overshadow the other, but in the outside, human world, her human half would rule and that was where she would be most of the time. Here, in the forest and the wilds, her wolf was supreme. She rolled over and got up trying to walk away like a queen uncaring of what had just occurred or what I thought. I ran up beside her and bumped her playfully. She bumped me back and we took off at a run. There was prey up ahead and my wolf was excited. I was sure hers was beside herself since this was her first hunt.
I watched as her wolf lifted its muzzle and took a sniff of the air. Her eyes lit with the knowledge that prey was nearby. Her mouth dripped saliva as hunger from her first morph rushed through her making this kill needed, not just wanted. She stalked in the direction she smelled the prey while I circled around behind it. If it tried to allude her I would herd it back in her direction. It would sense a greater danger from me than her, but she would be danger enough.
I was excited for her sake and I had vague memories of my own first hunt so long ago when I was just a young boy. There had been a pack of us, all the same age and all intent on capturing the first prize. I could remember my nervous excitement as we fanned out in the woods and my superior senses caught wind of the prey first. It had been a possum which wasn’t my meal of choice these days but back then had been the sweetest feast imaginable. Yes, they play dead, but once they realize it isn’t working they become as vicious in defending their life as any animal imaginable.
It was all for naught because I was determined and after a brief struggle in which I was bitten and slashed with its claws, I persevered and the animal was dead and I began to devour it. My friends came by, jealous yet awed. I was the only one at our young age that had managed a kill. So began my advent to the leadership position I now had. It was built with one victory after another. One skill, learned earlier and developed to be better than anyone else.
My precious mate was on the chase, the rabbit running before her but it was easy to see despite all its tricks that it would never escape her. She pounced and it dodged but she learned and the next time it dodged it ran right into her waiting paws. The look of nearly orgasmic joy on her wolfish face made my cock hard as I watched her kill and devour the rabbit. Blood covered her muzzle as she ate with unparalleled bliss. When she was done, she delicately licked her paws clean but the blood was still left on her muzzle. I led her to a small pond where she cleaned off the blood. The water wasn’t the cleanest, but it was safe enough to drink and she wanted the blood off now that her meal was finished.
As we passed by the remains of her meal, scavengers had already moved in and were making off with part of her kill. It was the circle of life and it was now complete for the rabbit who was now ensuring others would live for another day. The bugs would eat what the animals had missed and anything left from them would decay and feed the plants. It was a boon for every type of creature and only the rabbit had lost out.
This would be the first of many hunts and when we hunted as a pack, we went after larger animals like deer and occasionally a feral hog. Those were dangerous, but they got the blood pumping and filled us with an incredible excitement. If we weren’t cautious enough, casualties and injuries were possible especially when inexperienced wolves were included. Case in point was five years ago when a young wolf lost his hand but could easily have lost his life. He still didn’t seem grateful that he had survived. Klaus and his problems were a matter to be considered another time. Right now I had my mate with me and she was all I needed to think about.
We headed back to the house changing back to our human form and I thought my lover seemed much more relaxed than she had before. It was good for her wolf to run and hunt. She had slaked her need for blood, a need some alphas seemed to have. Many argued it was a mental need but since it was a need nonetheless it didn’t matter to me what spurred it as long as it was met. Her temperature was cooler, but I still sensed the heat upon her. I would admit I liked it that way. Her aggressive sexual need appealed to me on many levels.
We entered my house and it seemed all but deserted. We did find Stan in the kitchen having a snack. He was tall and lean, he’d be a bean pole if it wasn’t for the muscles he worked hard to maintain. He ate more than two regular wolves but once he built up his muscle mass where it was now, he never gained a pound. Even though he was on the skinny side for a wolf, the females flocked to him. He was like I’d been before meeting my Megan. Foot loose and fancy free, bedding and leaving every female behind, Stan had no desire for a mate.
We sat down with Stan and drank a beer with him. He was happy and I wasn’t surprised. Feed him and Stan would always be happy. Megan had turned out to be an exceptional cook, my males were thrilled to have her here. They were so happy, it brought out my territorial instincts. I knew that even if they wanted her none would dare to approach her, but my wolf was a little possessive, alright, a lot possessive and he just didn’t like it. My human wasn’t far behind in his way of thinking either. To say she owned me heart and soul was an understatement. She owned me lock, stock and barrel too. There wasn’t a part of me she hadn’t imprinted with her scent, her touch, or her taste.
I watched closely when some of the other males came through grabbing a plate of food and thanking her profusely. I was sure they hoped she’d continue to cook for them and she could as long as I always came first. My need for her went far beyond what she could cook or provide in the way of caretaking. I craved her, not just for sex but just to be near me. I needed her scent wrapped around me and her skin touching mine. I had never felt such need for another in my entire life and it was scary to realize I felt it now. I hoped she felt it too because if she ever tried to leave, we would have a serious problem. There was no way she was ever getting away from me.
I took a deep breath, I could smell her but I resented the odors of the others trying to mingle with hers. I suppose I must have shot them a dirty look because everyone but Stan took their food to the living room to eat. I could smell her musky, sexy aroma much better now. Not as well as I could when my cock was buried deep inside her and my nose was stuck up against her neck, but this would have to do for now. I adored her with my eyes, watching her as she and Stan spoke. I was glad they were friendly as long as they weren’t too friendly.
Now that my cock was fully awake, I wanted nothing more than to drag my mate upstairs where she could help me with my problem. I tried to get her attention but she was immersed in conversation with Stan. A conversation I had blocked out while I had fantasized about her. I tried to decide the best action to take. Would she be upset if I interrupted and took her away? Did I care when I knew I could seduce her back into a good mood? My mind was made up since I couldn’t fight my need for her.
“Megan.” I said cutting right into the conversation, rudely I was sure. “It’s time for you to get some rest. It’s necessary at this point in your change.” I was proud of how calmly insistent I sounded. She would come with me now, I was sure.
They both turned and looked at me as if they had forgotten I was even there. This didn’t sit well with me, I should be everything to her and to Stan I was his leader, his boss. I frowned at them showing my displeasure. Megan just frowned back while Stan looked away.
“Were you not even listening? This could be a ser
ious situation that must be dealt with right away.” Her face was red and I waited for her to stamp her foot. Damn she was cute when she was angry. I made a mental note to piss her off once in a while just to enjoy the sparks that flew from her eyes, which had changed slightly and the flush that came to her face which wasn’t much different than the one she had after a particularly strenuous lovemaking session.
“We’ll discuss it upstairs before you go to sleep.” I said placating her. I had no plans to discuss anything until my raging hard on was dealt with. Some might argue I was a typical male, but I would say there was nothing typical about me. I was as unique as a male could be.
I grabbed her hand pulling her out of the chair and literally dragging her behind me. At no point on the way upstairs did I think of anything but my aching cock. That was why I was caught off guard when she didn’t start to strip as I already had. She stood there tapping her toe giving me a nothing’s gonna happen until you deal with my problem look. I couldn’t believe that I was standing in front of her with a magnificent erection in hand and she really wanted to talk!
I might be able to push her buttons and move past this, but it was easier at this point just to talk to her. “Okay female. Spit it out!” I demanded. I wanted to waste no time getting this done so we could get down to other business.
“Stan mentioned it was odd that Delane hadn’t come after me.” Megan explained.
“Not so odd, he’s scared of me just like all the others are.” I observed.
“Maybe Mr. Arrogant, or maybe he figured out an easier way.” She offered.
