Wanton Werewolf
By Breukelen Girl
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© Copyright 2015
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1
I’ve always wanted everything. That’s part of the problem of being a werewolf.
How we’re raised in the culture to think so highly and expect certain things. Arrogance and confidence kind of become one and the same. Werewolves are raised to not only be physically strong and adept, but mentally too. Because the who we are isn’t just related to the fur on the outside.
When I met Bg Sommers, my wanting went into overdrive. Something about that woman just knocks you over. I came to realize too late into my relationship with her, that she has that affect, unknowingly to her, on a lot of people. Bg’s got an energy around her that draws other people into her. I only understood it later, much, much later.
Being a werewolf doesn’t mean we lack our petty human issues and ranges of illogical emotions at all. If anything we have those on top of the werewolf instinctual stuff that muddles us up. Being a werewolf is not all Hollywood romance and happy endings. But Bg, she made me feel like happy endings were possible, that she would be mine and we would be a power above other werewolves in our pack.
Being a Breukelen werewolf is a great thing. Being a beta werewolf not so much. It means I’ve always got to prove myself, work harder to be able to do things that come easy to alpha werewolves. Our werewolf pack has one alpha lycan, and three alpha werewolves. The three alphas all come from the same family, the Sommers family. Our Pack leader’s family. The family that Bg Sommers comes from.
The Breukelen pack leader is Dolph Sommers, Bg’s father. So in hindsight, dating Bg was probably always going to be a challenge. But that’s the thing about me, and my wanting it all. I love challenges and go after them with everything I am. I’d like to say Bg Sommers never saw me coming, but it wasn’t like that at all.
Because I wanted her to see me, above every other male wolf in the pack. I might be a beta werewolf but I don’t consider myself common and if my way into the Breukelen hierarchy is through dating the pack leader’s daughter, then that’s what I’ll do. The pack leader’s daughter deserves a strong pack mate and I can be that werewolf for her.
2
“Oh god, oh god, yes, yes, yes.” My hips are driving into her like crazy and I don’t think I can hang on much longer if she doesn’t come soon. Her grip tightens on my arms and I keep thrusting because it’s all my body knows to do at this point. My legs are pressing and my balls are pounding and her back keeps hitting the wall behind her. I can’t take much more of this, She’s heavy and my arms are killing me, like doing a weights session and then I feel it, she clutches at me and her body stiffens, her nipples harden and her breasts jut out at me as she cries out, coming loudly. Too loudly. She’s supposed to be quieter than this, were at her workplace. I follow and grunt biting my lip as I spill myself into the condom.
“That’s it baby, that’s it.” She pants running her fingers through my hair, clutching my face to her sweaty breast. My hips jerk a few times and I lax against her, panting heavily. I lift my head and she moves to kiss my mouth. I don’t want her too but I let her. After all, our transactions not done yet. Not till I got what I came for, figuratively and literally speaking. And all it cost me was closeted quickie.
I pull out of her and slide her down to the floor so she’s standing on her own while I remove the condom and do myself back up. Throwing the condom onto one of the storage shelves next to me. “That gives new meaning to shop to you drop.” The blonde says clutching the shelves either side of her as she blows her hair out of her face. “You are a powerhouse.” She says putting a hand on my chest as I attempt to re-do up my shirt.
“Thanks.” I mutter. I don’t want to seem ungrateful, but she wasn’t that great a lay. Still, I didn’t fuck her for her beauty or for love. It’s purely business. There’s a leather jacket in this transaction for me.
“Mm,” She says a bit wobbly on her feet and squinting her eyes at me like a drunk. “We should’ve done it with the jacket on. That would’ve been hot.” I run my hands through my hair. I want to just get the jacket and get out of her, away from her. She’s really not my type. And humans tend to get really fixed on sex with werewolves.
“Wanna go again?” She asks trying for seductive and failing.
“Sorry, got a party to get to.” I reply looking back at her as she finally puts her breasts back in their bra and pulls her dress back up.
“Who’s party is it?” She asks as I look around the closet I’m in and turn towards the door again. If she think’s I’m going to invite her to it, she is dead wrong.
“It’s a joint birthday party.” I reply and push open the closet door and peek out around the door. No one in sight that might recognize me. Good. The sales girl follows me out and doesn’t seem to care if someone sees her looking a little disheveled and like she’s just been fucked senseless in a broom closet by me.
“This way,” She says wiggling her finger for me to follow as she struts and sways her hips towards an area of the back of the store that looks like clothes are marked for keeping. I follow her and let out a breath. She reaches into a brown bag with the name Conall Wakely on it and pulls out a long white box, pulling the lid off I see tissue paper and a black leather jacket, she holds it up and I check out the sizing tag inside.
“Uh, you got one size down?” I ask her.
She rummages around and looks at the left over stock around her. “Not in that style. But I do have this one, only one left, in that size and it’s red.” She says holding up the woman’s leather jacket before me. I smile widely. Happy with my present shopping. Bg looks stunning in red and our pack color is red. It’s the perfect gift for my pack mate. Nons, they love sex with werewolves. Fucking love it.
“Pleasure doing business with you Conall, please, do come again and again and again.” The blonde smiles handing the jacket over to me. I leave the store through the front door.
3
“I never got that saying,” I say scooping up a bit of birthday cake in my hand and holding it before Bg’s lips.
“Having your cake and eating it too?” She asks, arching a black eyebrow back at me.
“Yeah,” I start licking the icing off the top of the cake with very deliberate and obvious strokes of my tongue. I glance at her and can see her eyes widen. We haven’t been going out all that long and there is something very refreshing about making out with Bg. She’s new to it all and I like that I can make her gasp and moan.
“You know it’s just a state of mind thing.” Bg explains to me, flicking a piece of black hair over her shoulder.
“State of mind?”
Yeah it’s like saying you can achieve something of you can achieve it and enjoy the achievement.” Bg replies smiling at me. I lick cake off my fingers and enjoy watching her watch me.
“You’re so smart and cute.” I grin putting on the charm. She gigg
les back at me happily. God she’s cute. I’m so damn happy I’m going to be her first.
“It’s just a metaphor.”
“And I’m just a lowly construction worker.” I pout playfully back at her.
“Please.” I pick at the cake and eat a bit more. Bg hasn’t touched it. “Why can’t people just say what they mean?” I ask looking directly at her and she suddenly looks nervously back at me. I’m pushing to hard. I give her an out and look back at the cake. I don’t want to scare her away. Not before we’ve consummated this relationship. Not before I’ve scored her virginity. I resume my destruction of the cake icing with my tongue. Time to return to this conversation back to comfortable ground for her. Flirting with the bad boy, thinking dirty thoughts.
“Wow, I never thought eating birthday cake could be so damn pornographic.” She mutters watching me. I swallow a bit of icing and look back at her.
“Come here,” I mutter and again, lick some icing off the cake but this time, moving closer to her, I put the cake down but move my tongue towards her mouth. Bg’s brown eyes watch me closely and she moves closer to me, flicking out her own tongue to take the icing off me. I let her take it and then slide my tongue into her mouth and lock my lips onto her.
Bg welcomes the kiss and I pull her into me, she slides across the seat, her body right up against mine as I deepen the kiss. Taking my time to consume her mouth and feel the softness of her against me. I move my clean hand up her abdomen, over her top, to the underside of her covered breast. Bg pulls apart from me instantly putting a bit of space between us. She laughs nervously. It’s cool, I’m prepared to take my time with her. But I don’t apologies for my behavior. I’m not a total sap. Sure I got her to my house and produced a store bought cake, and made sure my brother realized I needed the house to myself tonight.
“Hey I got you something.” I say and twisting around, reach behind my seat.
“Conall, you shouldn’t have.”
“Why not? It’s your birthday.” I smile back at her holding the box out.
“It’s your birthday too.” She points out accepting the box. I knew I was in with Bg when I found out through a bit of reconnaissance work that we shared the same birthday.
“Which is why I insisted on cake.” I joke.
“So you could have your cake and eat it too?” She asks arching an eyebrow and sounding sensually husky beyond her years. My jeans suddenly become too tight around the crotch area.
“Touché.” I grin going for cheeky and charming. Bg laughs.
“Open it.” I nod my head at the box and watch as her smile gets bigger and her eyes brighter.
“I never really do the birthday thing, Never really cared for it.” She says pulling the box lid off and pulling tissue paper out. “Oh my god Conall! She squeals excitedly pulling the jacket out of the box. “This must have cost a fortune.”
“Construction pays well. Besides, I wanted to get it for you. You look amazing when you wear red.” I confess honestly. Her eyes lock onto mine and I think I see lust in them. Have I turned her on? “I like the collar too.” I say pointing out the mandarin collar on it.
“It’s beautiful.” She murmurs in appreciation before putting it back in the box. “But I can’t accept it.” She says looking up at me.
“What? Bg no.” Girls love getting free clothing. The one thing I’ve figured out about them. Clothing. How can I be failing at this? She tries to hand it back to me. “Nope. Not taking it. It’s your birthday gift.” I say refusing to take it off her and crossing my arms.
“Oh Conall, don’t be offended.” She pleads and I realize, I can totally play this angle up. I look away and clamp my mouth shut. “Conall, please, it’s lovely it’s just, it’s too much. I mean we’ve only known each other for a short time and,” She puts the box on the table next to the cake and moves closer to me. “Hey,” She says softly putting a hand on my jaw and turning my head towards her.
“You said it yourself, it’s my birthday too.” I reply feigning hurt back at her. “And what I want to do on my birthday Bg, is give my girlfriend a cool as fuck birthday present I know she’ll adore. It’s like the best gift I’ve ever given anyone. Thought I had it right with you.”
“Conall,” She tries against softly and I drop my arms and pull her across my body quickly till she’s sitting on my lap.
“If you hate it, I’ll take it back. But if you like it, you got to keep it.” I say as she winds her arms around my neck.
“I love it.” She murmurs back at me and I kiss her lips softly, hesitantly at first, waiting for her to follow me and re confirm our kissing status. Bg kisses me and I feel my lips harden against her, and that’s not the only part of me hardening. She has to feel it surely. She’s sitting atop of my cock and its getting stiffer by the second in my jeans, because of her. We break for air and look at each other. Bg goes to move off my lap but I tighten my grip on her.
“Stay.” I say softly. She nods her head and drops a hand down between us, casually exploring my chest. I press my stiffening, contained groin up into her and her eyes darken as she looks at me. She stays where she is on my lap.
“Will you wear it for me?” I ask her running a hand down over her shoulders, around to her breast, cupping them both through her dress. Bg has small pert breast, no where near big as the sales chick from the store. My thumbs brushing over her nipples, causing them to poke through her bra and dress back at me. I keep thumbing them as she pants lightly.
4
I’ve been patient. Man, have I been patient with Bg. But it’s been four weeks and we haven’t had sex yet. Not even my fingers have managed to get into her panties. We’ve been slowly progressing through various states of undress and making out. I still haven’t got her out of her underwear yet. But I’m so damn close. I can feel it in the air or something.
No that’s probably just the lunar lust talking. After all, it’s lunar week, the first one since we hooked up. I both love and hate lunar week every single time. It’s the week leading up to the full moon and every single werewolf practically goes into heat or something. Our feelings, our emotions, our biology, all of it, gets amped up ten fold. So we get extremes of everything. Like all the best feelings you could ever want, are stronger than ever and take you to heights you never knew existed within you. But we get the bad too, if something hurts us, then it hurts till we can’t fucking take it. Way more than normal.
So it’s a total mix bag. A bit like my girlfriend. I figured I’d have to get to know her, I just didn’t think she’d make me work so fucking hard to get to fuck her. But I can do it, because I’ve seen her around me. She doesn’t even blink at other males. She just has eyes for me. It’s totally remarkable. Werewolves aren’t exactly known for monogamy. I’ve never met a girl that is like Bg. So, gorgeously naive and waiting to express her sensuality.
Which also part of the reason I didn’t’ say I’d catch up with her this week. Lunar week means all werewolves are affected. The clubs open up and we get our freak on in them. There is so much lust in these places, it’s an addictive feeling to be drenched in it. It also means, that guys generally have a permanent hard on these clubs, which makes hooking up with the females easy. And despite Bg taking the slow approach to us getting to know one another, naked and all, I don’t even want to tempt her to get a look at any other werewolf male that might be around. Besides, Bg doesn’t do the club scene. I mean, that’s not where we met.
So tonight I get to play around and finally, truly give my cock some relief. And get my shit under control and then in a few days time I’ll be back to Mr charming, and off to seduce Bg again. Although it makes me wonder, if she doesn’t do the club scene on lunar weeks, what she does to cope with it all. Bg’s cool but I’ve managed to get her a little worked up, so I know she’s sexual. She’s just new to it, that’s all and I have to tell myself that a few times. I have to remember, I was a virgin once too.
But the female wolf I’m talking to in the darkened corner of the club isn
’t no virgin. No way, she is coming on all kinds of strong. Which is fine with me. Because tonight I need to shift and fuck knows I only do that with other werewolves. No sales assistants need apply tonight to ride my cock. She’s a cute red head who’s name escapes me after a few drinks. But that’s not important. What is important is that her tight, hard body and mine met in a very natural state of animal fornication tonight.
The music is pumping and the club is packed with hard bodies. So much skin on display. Everyone letting the lust and desire take over. I could probably do her on the premises before trying out her friend, over there, and leaving with one of them, maybe both of them and shifting. The sex, definitely helps with shape shifting. That’s the thing that annoys me the most about being a beta werewolf, the lack of ease with the shape shifting.
I’m sipping my drink and chatting away to this red head, when Joey suddenly appears beside me. “Look over my shoulder.” He says softly looking away from me. I look past him at the crowd in the club and see her.
Bg is standing not so far from the entrance, looking smoking hot. Putting my drink down, I am suddenly very bored with the red head and ignore all her attempts to talk to me. Bg is standing by herself, in a black dress that curves to every inch of her body and the shoes. I think I’ve just developed a kink. The heels look tall and make her look a fraction taller than normal and I wouldn’t mind those black high heels walking all over my back. Oh yeah. Now that, that thought has entered my head, my werewolf senses focus in on her, my need to mate is rising.
Straightening up, I keep watching her. Her hair is down and she’s looking around the club. Like she’s looking for someone. Is she looking for me? Why would she be looking for me? Bg doesn’t do the club scene. At least, I’m pretty sure she doesn’t. I start to move away from the tall table and the red head who’s confused as to why I’m suddenly not interested in her.
“Hi I’m Joey,” I hear Joey say working defense for me as I start walking to Bg. She’s already getting plenty of attention from those nearby. The females look jealous and the male werewolves are starting to move in.
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