“Please what, baby?”
“I need you.”
“I’m going to give you everything you need and more.” He clamped his teeth around a nipple and used his tongue to thrash the tip.
I writhed underneath him, feeling empty inside. “I want you, Jacks. Don’t make me wait.”
Being a gentleman, he obliged, slipping into me with one smooth thrust. My body quivered around him, and, for the first time, my wolf showed signs of real life. She howled and pranced. Jacks wolf sauntered into my mind’s eye, acknowledging her with a nod. She sank to the ground, rolling over in submission. He laid down next to her, pressing himself against her, giving comfort and reassurance. The whole thing gave me hope. One, that Jackson would stick with me no matter what, and two, my wolf might be okay.
I didn’t have long to dwell on it though, because Jackson hauled my legs up and over his shoulders. Gone was the gentle regard he’d treated me with earlier. He took me with a wild roughness that made my blood run hot. I reached around to dig my hands into his thighs, urging him on. I wanted him harder and faster until we both exploded.
He howled when he came. I did too and our voices twined together, a harmony once lost but now found again. I felt a prickling rush under my skin too, which brought a smile to my face.
“What is it?” Jackson asked not missing the change in my expression.
“I can feel my wolf. She’s coming back.”
He let my legs drop back onto the bed and then collapsed on top of me, still buried in my slick wetness. “I knew she would.”
I ran a hand through his hair. “I wasn’t so sure.”
“You doubt yourself too much, Clo. Your wolf may have come late but she’s powerful.” He kissed me. “Now go to sleep. It’s been a long day.”
We spooned and drew the covers in close to ward of the increasing winter chill. I didn’t sleep really. Instead I spent the night looking at my ring and keeping vigil over my wolf, waiting for her to regain full strength.
* * *
We had an old-fashioned wedding in August, full of wildflowers and happy sunshine in a bright blue sky. I’d been worried that Jackson’s pack would think it low class, but it turned out no one shared Kelsey’s tastes. They would’ve found chrome just as weird as I had.
His family welcomed me with open arms and apologized profusely for Kelsey. I had the sense they were worried I would blame them. Vicki stayed out of my way and was polite when she had to deal with me, which was more than I’d hoped for. Cal told me she was leaving, going out to visit some other packs in the hopes of finding a mate.
The rest of the Huntsville pack got over their reservations about me when I proved I could shift. It helped that Jackson and Cal both encouraged and supported me more fully taking on the alpha’s mate role.
I started with Grammy, who we found unable to care for herself let alone the kids. She hadn’t been eating either. I assigned some of the pack to care for her. They didn’t want to do it at first, but I was too alpha now for any wolf to say no to me. All I had to do was remind them about how I cut off a rogue alpha’s head and that usually did the trick.
In a lot of people’s memories, I was still that null who should’ve been run out of town, but things were changing for the better. Slowly. In a weird way, Kelsey may have done me a favor. Killing Ronnie had given me a lot of credibility.
Jackson and I kept Mara and Sara full-time, wanting them to have a stable home life. They were growing faster than I could keep up. It seemed every other week I had to run into town to buy more clothes. They’d been without proper nutrition for so long, no doubt their bodies had a lot of time to make up for. I also worked with them on reading and their grammar quickly showed signs of improvement. Given the right environment, they learned fast. I was proud of them.
We saw their parents here and there, still stuck in wolf form and showing no signs of shifting back. The girls accepted it as normal and didn’t expect any different, but it would always tug at my heart. This was a ‘death’ I found difficult to accept. Their parents were alive, yet just as absent as my dead-and-buried mom and dad.
Being pregnant made it all worse, because I knew exactly how precious the life stirring in me was. Yep, I was knocked up when I walked down the aisle. Jackson was still a little surprised. Honestly, though, what did he expect would happen? If you act like a wererabbit in heat, you multiply like one.
I couldn’t wait to be a mom. Jackson was great with the girls and he was great with me; massaging my feet, bringing me ice cream, and generally treating me like a queen. I didn’t know what the next chapter in our life held, but I knew this much; I had him, I had my wolf and I had a family to love.
-The End-
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First Moon
Audrey Levine thinks being bitten by a wolf is just another day on the job. She couldn’t be more wrong.
A wildlife rehabilitation specialist, Audrey usually does all the rescuing, but now she's the one who needs help. In ten days, she’ll be covered in fur and howling at the moon while the wolf who bit her is out there, waiting to claim her as his own...whether she wants to be his or not.
The biggest problem? The curvy beauty doesn’t know any of this.
Werewolf Tao Black is the strong, silent type, which is an asset in his role as pack enforcer. Hot on the trail of a wolf gone bad, he runs into trouble and is saved by Audrey. Realizing her situation, he vows to protect Audrey from the wolf who bit her, no matter what it takes.
But that means going against his alpha’s orders…which might get them both killed.
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Romancing the Wolf
A BBW Adult Romance
Skye Eagleday
Chapter One
Bree
“You have such a pretty face,” Dana said with her usual tact. I waited for what I knew was about to follow. God knows I had known enough women (and men) like Dana. “If you just lost a little weight...” And then I stopped listening. I had gotten really used to doing that. Frankly, I was happy with myself and my size. “Big” to me meant strong and independent. I smiled as I easily lifted the rest of the heavy camping equipment into my SUV. Strong. That would be me.
I realized Dana had stopped talking, so I took the opportunity to thank her again for making sure Mr. Wiggins would be fed while I was away. I told her I had bought a new bag of dry cat food that was on the counter. Then I got in my car and drove away to freedom. I loved camping and hiking so much, I often thought I should have become a park ranger. But my work as a S.T.E.M consultant let me also do stuff I found exciting and stimulating. Science-Technology-Engineering-Math was the top educational buzz these days, trying to recruit more women into the STEM field.
I was working with a National Science Foundation grant to do just that. I enjoyed being a role model for female students, and whenever I ran into the Dana-type, I appreciated the fact I was also a role model of being a successful woman who hadn't been brainwashed by the Barbie-doll mentality of those who felt their worth was based on their bra and waist sizes. Hell, that was half the problem gettin
g female students into the STEM opportunities we were setting up. I pulled on to the Interstate and soon left the city lights behind. My consulting work also let me set my own hours, which meant if it was perfect weather like this, I would spend as many days as I wanted out in the woods.
This time I was looking forward to a few days in the Hoh Rain Forest, out by the coast. The Hoh Indians had recently opened up some of their reservation land to non-tribal members and I was determined to be among the first to take them up on the offer. I had been in touch with their tribal chairman, since I was trying to recruit all the Pacific NW Native Nations to be part of our STEM Project. My grandmother was from the Gila Indian Reservation in Arizona, and I tried to visit her at least once a year. So, yeah--I had a bias towards making sure Native Americans were properly included in our outreach. The Hoh tribal chairman had been really receptive and told me about their new policy when I had mentioned my love for the outdoors.
I had the same curvy body shape as my grandmother. I don't think it was so much “skipping a generation” as it was my mother had grown up with ancient Jane Fonda fitness videos as her primary example of what a white woman was supposed to be, and my mom did everything she could to pass as a white woman with a really good tan. So she constantly fought off her genetics. I watched her and always told myself, “I'm never going to do that.” And I didn't. And I was a hell of a lot happier about myself and my life than my mom has ever been about hers. Jesus, she was from that weird generation that believed not being married was a type of failure. Oh well, if nothing else, three years of therapy had taught me she did the best she could with what she had, and the bottom line--I turned out great.
I signaled a left turn to get on to Highway 101. The Hoh Reservation was one of those places where you know it isn't the end of the world, but you can see the end of the world from there. For the amount of time it took me to drive to the coast, I could have gotten on a jet in Seattle and have been in Hawaii. But I'd rather be camping. I munched on some Whole Food's trail mix and kept going.
Mikah
“Are you ready?” Why did Kevin have to keep asking the same question over and over again? I was clearly no more ready now than I had been when he asked five minutes ago. I didn't know why he was in such a rush--there was plenty of time to join the others to leave for the Run. Friggin werewolf control queen. Kevin was the only werewolf I had ever met who apparently had OCD. This wasn't the first time I regretted moving in with him. After four months the sex had faded and all the problems of trying to have a relationship kept getting clearer. I had made a decision after this Run was over I was not letting the door hit my ass on the way out.
Kevin was the second guy I had as a “life partner,” but both partners eventually seemed to suck the life out of what we had. The three relationships I had with women weren't perfect--they just had different challenges. Maybe I should just accept the fact I was meant to live alone. Oh, it was a lot easier being with another werewolf--no secrets--no trying to explain why I had to be gone every full moon. The time one occurred at Christmas when I was with Melinda was just a disaster.
I finally got everything I needed jammed into my knapsack and walked past Kevin without a comment. I had my stuff in the trunk and was making myself comfortable when he had finished turning out the lights, locking up, and then got in, keys in hand. At least the Run would let me get rid of all the irritations, and general pissed-offness. I'd go furry and exalt in my monthly release.
“Here,” Kevin said, handing me what I assumed to be a tic-tac. Subtle. I had brushed my teeth before we left, so I was sure I was good, but if Mr. Passive-Aggressive thought I needed a breath mint, so be it. I popped it in and then realized it wasn't a tic-tac.
“What the hell was that?” I asked. It felt really dry going down, as if it kept trying to stick to the inside of my throat.
“Martin scored on major grade X. Everyone's going to be maxed out for the Run.”
“Fuck, you just drugged me with Ecstasy? You know I don't think anyone should be doing shit like this when Changed! I mean, most of the Pack is going to be drunk to begin with. You're all just asking for trouble. This is how the guy in Texas got eaten two months ago by a (I used my fingertips to make air quotes) pack of feral dogs.”
Kevin snorted. “Chill, Mikah--do you have any idea how remote it is where we're going? It's a fucking Indian reservation that has less than 160 people living on it. It's over 400 acres. Even if everybody got shit-faced, nothing could happen other than an accidental bite--” then he turned and looked at me, “--or a wolf humping another wolf.”
Wolf Packs were crazy. It was supposed to be more macho than a NASCAR event where everyone was packing a gun. But the truth was even the ones who only did it with other men would never call themselves gay. There were “just being wolfy,” or “if you're not with the one you love, then love the one you're with”--which mostly meant you mounted the closest male, or rolled over for him to do you. After all these months with Kevin, hearing him drone on about his personal history, he had never been with a woman. The number of female weres to male weres was never even close to 50%--more like 1 in 4. If you were a male who only wanted to do females, you were shit out of luck. Many of the female weres were already in a “mated for life” situation, and their partner would try to tear your throat out if you showed an interest in her.
I was a legit bisexual. Kevin was just gay and in denial. I leaned back in my seat, trying to clear my mind because it's never a good idea to do recreational drugs when you're pissed off. Something really ugly could happen.
Bree
I had a slight backache from the non-stop driving, but I made good time. I had the precise GPS coordinates (a perk of being a national STEM consultant--I knew how all the bells and whistles worked). I pulled off and parked. There was a strong scent of cedar in the air. When I got out and started setting up, my spirit was soaring, and even my back felt fine again. I had the best Recreational Equipment Incorporated items and had been really careful to make sure everything could hold up in an actual rainforest. I looked around at my camp, satisfied with how everything looked. I had a brand new ultralite Snow Peak set for cooking I was looking forward to testing. I might not be around electricity or running water, but I had everything I required to enjoy a gourmet meal tonight. I got what I needed out of the Coleman cooler and fell into the rhythm of things. It felt great to be back in the forest, even if this was an unfamiliar one.
Mikah
The smell of beer and Jack Daniels was everywhere. For some the Ecstasy seemed to have already kicked in and they were spending a lot of time touching each other. Everywhere I looked, eyes were flashing golden, a sure sign of arousal. For not claiming to be gay, so many Pack Members got turned on by another guy really easily. The Pack Master called us together and said his usual intros, chugged some more Jack Daniels and ordered everyone to strip. When everyone was naked he got all dramatic and pointed at the moon, at which point members started shifting. In a matter of moments everyone had gone fuzzy, and we set out on the Run. A few who had disappeared ahead let out joyous howls. I ran after them, aware of the fact the Ecstasy was kicking in on me. I had deliberately not had any alcohol to drink, although I knew only too well I'd need to keep myself hydrated, which shouldn't be hard in a rainforest.
Bree
I felt relaxed. Dinner was delicious and the dishes were put away. I relaxed on the air mattress inside my tent. I reached for my “special” bag. I had been looking forward to testing out my new vibrator. Lying on my back I placed my left palm face down on my vulva and very slowly inserted my finger into my vagina. I was a little dry, so I reached deeper in my bag―ok, it was a “Hello Kitty” bag because the pussy joke was a reflection of how low my personal humor can go. Now properly lubed up, I started fingering myself again, using the come hither motion I knew from long practice would get me going. By the time I was about up to my second knuckle, I was feeling the slightly ridged area on the upper wall of my vagina.
; Of course, being the scientist I am, a few months ago I had videotaped myself so I could study closely what I was doing that worked the best. When you're actually pleasuring yourself, the minute you start to analyze what you're doing, all the magic grinds to a halt. Doing the video with its close-ups provided a really helpful coaching tool. With practiced skill I could feel how the texture of my g-spot area was starting to stand out from the smooth part of my vagina walls. It was starting to expand. I liked to think I was giving myself a boner.
I knew my G-spot responded well to pressure, so I pushed down and then pulled forward, going back to the come hither motion with my fingers again. Oh, this was starting to feel really good. This is a part of the advantages of STEM training I hadn't really shared with students. Too bad--I bet it would really get their attention. I laughed softly and focused again on me. My body felt so soft--so smooth. I felt incredibly sensual.
I felt I was ready for the next step. My Hello Kitty bag provided me my newest toy, The Pixielator. I liked the way it looked different than a lot of other vibrators. It was a cool lavender with a curve. I spent a lot of time picking it out at Toys in Babeland. Not only did it buzz, but the Pixielator's head moved back and forth, in close imitation to the come hither motion I had been using to get myself started. It also had an additional external vibrator to thrill my clit, but I wanted to pace things out. I was going to be here for a few nights, and I had made sure I had lots of extra batteries.
I applied a bit of lube―Lavender Rose's Good Clean Love. (But we all know I'm really a dirty, dirty girl. I crack myself up.). It was infused with actual lavender and rosebuds. The stuff is like that old commercial for ketchup, where it doesn't just drip out. I had to squeeze the bottle to be rewarded with a thick brownish drop. But when I began to rub it on to my Pixielator, it thinned and became clear. I loved a lube that was so pure I could also use it for oral sex--but for that one I'd need a partner. I'm flexible, but not that flexible.
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