by Crystal Dawn
It might be worth it to keep this one until he claimed his white wolf harem. One of her hands moved to his ass where she sank her nails into one cheek pushing him over the edge. Kirk grabbed her head, holding it in place, forcing her to swallow every drop of his cum. When he was drained, he released her and moved to the bed.
Lying back looking at her past half closed eyelids, he stroked himself hard again. “Ride me.” He directed.
She moved to him much quicker this time and her arousal scented the tent. If she wanted to find her release, she would have to work for it. He lay back letting her do all the work. Hamish knew he was better than any female could be. It was her job to pleasure him and if she received some pleasure too, that was alright. If not, than it was just too bad for her. The power was all in his hands so he would get what he wanted first. Those were his rules for sex and life in general.
He grunted as she started to move furiously up and down his shaft. His orgasm was close so he closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations building in him. Pleasure rolled through him as his seed erupted from him. She hadn’t found her climax, too bad. Maybe she would find it next time. The female grabbed his cock stroking it to get it hard again. Since he was a werewolf it didn’t take much. Kirk considered his kind the most sexual of the supernaturals and many agreed. Some thought it a bad thing, but he certainly did not.
As soon as he was hard enough, he pushed her down on the mattress then arranged her on her hands and knees. He squeezed her ass painfully enjoying the yelp of pain that came from her. Her pussy dripped with honey so he didn’t hesitate. Slamming into her, he felt her channel clutch him like a vise. Damn, the bitch felt good. Kirk pounded into her barely managing to hold back enough that he wouldn’t break her. Humans were fragile compared to shifters. A tingle ran down his back as his climax threatened to explode but he held off enjoying the way he felt as he rode the razor’s edge of bliss.
The female stiffened under him as her orgasm hit. There was no way he could restrain himself any longer. A hard released slammed into him, surprising him with its strength. It was hard to say if it was because he felt victory on the horizon or if it was actually something about this particular female that had affected him. He might keep her close just until he knew for sure. Pushing her to the other side of the bed, he threw himself down next to her. Feeling relief because she didn’t try to touch him, he reflected on the fact that he didn’t like to cuddle. At some point he fell into a deep sleep.
He woke feeling smothered. At some point in the night the female had rolled on top of him. Kirk pushed her off getting out of bed leaving her lying there. His preference was to have a female present only when he had a use for them. Someone would have to find her a place to stay except when she saw to his needs. There was nothing wrong with his treatment of females. If she got too comfortable she would develop expectations and she was only here until he grew tired of her. The only thing different with her was he wanted no one else touching her until then.
The idea of her being only for his own use appealed to him but he didn’t want to spend too much time thinking about that. Not when he needed to prepare his army before the Strong’s got smart and attacked them first. It was almost as if the thought had caused the thing he feared the most to happen. Yells, explosions, and howls sounded in the early morning that had been nearly silent. The enemy exploited their weakness before Kirk had erased it.
Ignoring the naked female in his bed despite her obvious alarm, he did what he did best, protect his own ass. Gathering some of his males around him, he began to direct and lead, but it was obvious that they would have to retreat. His men had been caught with their pants down, some of them literally in the middle of having sex. Dozens had been captured because of that. Dozens more were killed or injured. Supernaturals would heal quickly, but he had many humans that had now been rendered useless to him. Some might heal eventually but the fight would be over by then and some would never be the same.
Damn the Strongs for being more decisive and bolder than he’d given them credit for. He’d underestimated them and now he would pay dearly for it. As an afterthought he sent one of his men after the female in his room. His men were now a couple miles from the camp trying to reorganize. The officers were taking a roll call, the best they could under the circumstances. Once he got the numbers, he would decide what they should do next. It had been a hard hit, he had lost not only large numbers of soldiers, but weapons, gear, and noncombat personnel like the witches and those who cooked and cleaned for the men. Many of those had run off when the attack started and probably wouldn’t stop until they were in the next state.
Kirk had to admit he admired whoever had come up with this strike. It was his hope to find out who it was and kill them, but he reluctantly admired their courage. They had no losses, as far as he could tell, with the advantage of surprise on their side and their males as well as the females he’d seen fighting, had better training. Training took too long for him to bother with, but he could give them a surprise in return. Gathering his officers, he began to plan his attack.
“Are you sure that’s wise?” Gresome questioned him for the first time.
“They won’t expect it.”
“That’s because we’ve just had our balls handed to us.”
“Don’t you want revenge?” He asked his second.
“Not at the risk of dying.”
Maybe he should use caution, but being careful never handed you victory. If he allowed them to think they had the upper hand, more of his males would desert. He could see some on the edge of the camp trying to slip away as he watched.
“Get them.” Gresome immediately flashed, grabbing two of them to drop at his feet.
“What were you doing?” Kirk asked the two men. Humans, he could tell by their stench.
One man had sweat running down his face into his eyes. He was scared shitless, which made Kirk happy. At least all the respect they held for him hadn’t fled with this unfortunate loss. “We were guarding the perimeter.” The other man answered. The first one was too scared to talk and had wet himself. No wonder he had lost when these were what he had to work with.
“Do with him as you wish.” He told Gresome. His second bit the man’s head off swallowing the blood as it gushed out. It spewed all over causing Kirk to step back. The display sent a message to any that thought to leave. One of his officers approached him.
“Sir, those two were guarding the perimeter.”
“I guess we’ll let this one get back to work.” Kirk said without a sign that he regretted killing one of his own men needlessly. That was probably because he didn’t care. He felt himself so far above humans that they were like beasts of burden to him. They were there to be used in whatever capacity he needed. The female he had used earlier came to mind but he needed to retaliate first. Once they defeated the Strong pack he would reward himself with a good fuck.
None of his officers or soldiers voiced any disagreements about his battle plans now. With Gresome in a bloody mood, only a fool would complain. Gresome excused himself to clean up. The others went to gather and inform their soldiers that they would attack the Strong pack within the hour. They wouldn’t have the cover of night, but he figured the surprise would be there all the same.
The males were assembling which showed him just how seriously their numbers had been reduced. He knew they hadn’t lost such huge amounts of soldiers through death or injury which meant they had hundreds that had deserted. Kirk hated cowards, he could understand superior beings such as himself protecting themselves. These lower creatures were different. They were here to serve their superiors. If that meant dying, so be it.
It made him feel like lashing out at his own troops but he restrained himself. His numbers were low enough without doing anything to reduce them further. He walked around his troops feeling a sense of dismay at the low numbers and rough appearance of his males. At the edge of his mind, the thought that he should wait to regroup before trying anything aggressive tried to
make its way to the forefront, but he shoved it back. Kirk was committed to this action win or lose. His desire to hurt the Strongs was overwhelming.
“A ragtag group if ever I saw one.” Gresome commented.
“You’re not going to try to dissuade me from the attack?”
“I’m feeling the need for some bloodshed, be it their males or ours. If you don’t care, why should I?”
“Humpf.” Kirk grunted. Gresome was trying to use psychology on him, he was sure of it. That wouldn’t work. “Get the soldiers into position.”
The males moved into lines and the lines moved toward their old camp. As they came closer he saw the tents had been removed. There was a fire smoldering, the smell of plastic and other artificial scents lingered telling him this was where their equipment had gone. The front line moved into the old camp and cries rang out. The field had been booby trapped. Why hadn’t he thought of that? His soldiers turned around running back to where they had come from. Some were faster running over their fellow soldiers who had not reacted as speedily. His soldiers were taking out their own as fear rolled over all his troops.
The Strong pack had played their hand well and he had fallen into their trap. Judah must have observed him and seen far more than Kirk had given him credit for. His pride and his anger had been taken advantage of and he had done exactly what they must have predicted. The troops he had amassed were now reduced to almost nothing. Dead, injured, or the highest number were deserters, he had no way to get the numbers he needed for a full scale attack.
“Never saw that one coming.” Gresome observed casually. It was as if he had no investment in the outcome of this battle. “What now?”
“We regroup to see what we have left. Then we figure out how to inflict some damage on them.”
“I can’t believe you’re still stuck on them.”
“Who else would I be focused on?”
“Maybe you should worry about saving your own hide before they catch you?”
“They’ll never get close to me.”
“They just wiped out most of your army.”
“It was a poor army. I’ll switch to gorilla war tactics.”
Gresome shook his head and Hamish saw pity in the male’s eyes. That wasn’t acceptable. Hamish was NOT crazy, he’d simply suffered some setbacks like most great leaders in history. Sadly, he was going to have to destroy his second because it was clear he was about to desert. That couldn’t be allowed. He looked away from Gresome for a moment to find a weapon to use against him and when he turned back the vampire was gone. It was just one more setback he would have to overcome and one more name on the list of those he would search out and destroy when the time came.
It wasn’t unusual for truly great leaders to be misunderstood even by those closest to them. Part of it was jealousy which couldn’t be helped. The general knew his cause was just and true. Why couldn’t others understand that? They had no foresight into the way things should be. Those others were weak and unwilling to make sacrifices to the cause. Hamish was strong and willing to sacrifice the pawns for the greater good. It was easier since he knew he’d never be a pawn. The general chuckled and a strange light filled his eyes. Those who said he was crazy were right. He was crazy in the way all military strategical geniuses were.
His stomach growled, and he regretted that he was still tied to the needs of a body. Searching for food, he found nothing but the remains of his males, human and wolf. Searching the pockets on those that wore clothes, he managed to find some crackers, a candy bar, and a pack of gum. Pitiful! Hamish crept toward the camp that was in complete disarray. Now he remembered the female he had intended to use. Had his enemies taken her too?
What would he have to do to recover his superior position? The camp was deserted with only scavengers digging through things looking for food like he was. A possum looked up at him, its eyes reflecting the light. Usually nocturnal, it must have been disturbed by the battle. It was looking to take advantage of the misfortune of others but not willing to battle for that right. It fell over playing dead. Hamish didn’t like the taste of possum but it would do if nothing better was nearby.
He scrounge for five minutes or so and saw nothing better was coming his way. Shifting quickly, he fell on the possum killing it before it knew what was happening. Needing strength, he ate it all except the tough hide, bones, and guts. His wolf wasn’t as picky as the man was and he was more in touch with his primitive side. It looked like he might have to stay in wolf form for a while, just to survive. There would also be an opportunity to scout the perimeter of the Strong lands looking for weaknesses and any members that wandered too far away on their own.
It was a good plan for now since his soldiers had all abandoned him. Now his wolf wanted something to drink. A water source was even more important than food. If he could find a good source it would draw food to him. Hamish went on the prowl keeping an eye out for his enemies. Nothing would make him happier than to capture a female or kill a male. After all, it was their fault he was in the position he found himself in. Hearing sounds of laughter made him realize he was close to their perimeter.
The smells of good food floated on the air. He could imagine the taste of good beer with well-cooked food, and his stomach growled in protest of the nasty possum he’d been forced to eat, while they had the best of everything. His anger at the Strongs continued to simmer. Judah was the one he centered his wrath on because he knew him and not the others.
It was time to distance himself from their property before he got caught. He would be back soon and he would ferret out their secrets. Slinking along the forest trails like a thief, he smelled for water. There was a hint of it in the air and he tried to recall if there was a stream or a lake in the area. The fact that he couldn’t remember made him realize he’d relied too much on his assistant. That male had run off too at the first opportunity. Hamish would have his revenge on all of them. None of them would escape his wrath.
The scent of water got stronger and he followed his nose to a small stream. He smelled it first making sure the water was clean then he took a deep drink. Hamish lapped at the water drinking more than he should have. It made him feel overfull and half sick. Maybe if was the possum that caused this nauseas feeling? Those animals would eat anything and could carry illness. The thought made him begin to panic until he remembered he was a soldier and a leader. He had discipline and it took over.
All he needed was a plan and money to buy food so he didn’t have to eat filth. That’s what he would do. Some of the soldiers had wallets in their pockets. He would search them and take the money. They’d gotten it from him anyway so it wasn’t stealing. Even if wasn’t their pay it was finders keepers. Loping back toward his old camp, he moved in slowly and quietly. There were men there, humans. Could they be some of his deserters? If only he could be so lucky he would have some of his revenge right now.
Scenting the air for familiar scents, he found none. Patiently or as calmly as he could, he watched the humans searching the devastation that had once been his camp. He, a big bad predator watched them and they seemed unaware. It was amazing as clueless as they were that any of them had lived to be fully grown. They were tossing the valuables they found in a pile. Hamish decided when the pile was large enough he would claim it for himself. Let the fools do the work and he would reap the rewards. If they didn’t try to fight to keep it, he might even let them live. His wolf grinned, a look that would have terrified the men searching for anything of value had they seen him.
The pile grew and soon they would stop to divide up the spoils of someone else’s war. Or so they thought when in reality he would swoop in and rob them of all of it. They stopped searching and gathered around the pile. “There’s a lot of shit here, Ricky. You never said how you knew about this.”
“Steve, just shut your pie hole. They can hear really well. My family has lived near here for generations. We always find out what’s going on because they trust us.”
“What would they th
ink if they knew what you were doing right now?”
“They don’t give a shit as long as we keep quiet. They value loyalty and people that keep their mouths shut. Remember that.”
“Hey, if I can make money I know how to keep a secret.”
Hamish growled and the humans looked around nervously. It was fun to play with inferior creatures like humans. Growling louder he moved a little closer. Five humans, he could take them out in seconds. He leaped in front of the pile growling with slobber dripping down his teeth.
“Holy shit! Ricky, what the hell is that?”
“It’s a wolf and it looks feral.”
“Feral? Ain’t all wolves feral?”
“Some more than others. Let’s just back slowly away.”
“What about our goods?”
“They ain’t worth dying for. We’ll come back later and get them.”
The humans backed away to their cars. They squealed their tires as they took off. His wolf huffed. He’d better get the stuff and leave. All that noise would alert the Strong pack.
Chapter 9
Crazy as a Feral Werewolf
“Judah, come here a second.” Ari called to his youngest son.
“Hey, Dad. What’s going on?” His dad only called him away from his new mate when it was urgent.
“I’ve gotten some information from Alex that I think you might want to know.”
“Oh, what would that be?” He asked dying to know.
“It seems he ran into a vampire named Gresome.”
“That’s Kirk’s second. We should be careful how much we believe of what he has to say.”
“It seems he’s jumped ship. He says Kirk is fruit loops. Gresome watched him a while doing that invisible stuff the vampires do and he said the general shifted to his wolf and he’s feral.”
“Damn, a feral wolf is deadly. We can’t let him run around like that.”
