Cry Wolf

by Aurelia T. Evans

  He nipped his way over her jaw to kiss her, but she sank to her knees at his feet, maintaining eye contact as she ran her tongue over his sac, sucked one side into her mouth then shifted over and did the same to the other side. Damien hissed through sharpened teeth.

  “That’s right, witch, show your alpha how you’ll serve him.”

  She pulled back, and his balls swung down. “I don’t do this because you’re alpha, and you’re certainly not mine yet. I do it because I want to.”

  “Whatever you like, Kelly,” Damien said, grinning. “Can’t you let me have my fantasy?”

  She tentatively grinned back. Then she blinked against the vision of Malcolm pulling Ki’s shirt over her head and bending down to take her nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it like he had Kelly’s.

  Kelly shivered and refocused on the man in front of her. She found his confident lack of arrogance—when he stopped kidding around—surprisingly appealing. She moaned as she took the head of his cock in her mouth and, so slowly that it tested her patience and craving, drew him in. She milked him with her tongue all the way down until her lips stretched over the base and the head hit the back of her throat and beyond. She breathed through her nose and swallowed around him.

  “Shit!” Damien swore.

  He was thick and truly stretched her lips, making them crack where they were dry, but she kept him inside her, continuing to swallow as though she could drink him. In spite of her arousal just from having his erection in her mouth, her vision blurred out in favour of what was happening elsewhere.

  The kisses between Malcolm and Ki became more heated. Ki whimpered from the heat of his body over her own and the way he completely subsumed her, his hands burning as they caressed as much of her as he could reach. Ki reached out to squeeze Max’s hand in reassurance where he sat on the other side of the bed, but then she had to cling to Malcolm again, feeling the muscles of his back move under her hands as he undid her jeans.

  Kelly clenched her eyes shut, plunged two fingers into her cunt, and moved up and down over Damien’s cock as furiously as she could to pull herself out of the master bedroom and back to where she would rather give her attention—because at least here, it was about her.

  “Take it,” Damien groaned, thrusting into her mouth, “take it and swallow, bitch, take all of it.”

  He pulled at the roots of her hair to move her at the pace he wanted, a little slower than her more voracious rhythm. Her saliva made his dark cock shine and dripped over his scrotum. Kelly clenched her fingers into his buttocks. His hips snapped as her claws sank into his flesh.

  Just as Damien’s cum spurted down her throat, his face beautifully contorted in pleasure and twisted with just a hint of wolf, she saw red, bright red. The last bit of Damien’s semen hit her chest as she reeled off him and leapt to her feet. She didn’t even bother explaining—alarm painted her face.

  As she darted out of the forest, he called after her, “Thanks!”

  She held up a hand to acknowledge him, but she couldn’t stop or turn. She had to run, run until her toes barely hit the ground, until she felt almost like she was flying. She heard the scream as she darted into the house.

  Leslie and Renee got up from their chairs in the office.

  “What’s going on?” Renee asked.

  Kelly didn’t answer, just slowed down to bank into the master bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

  Ki sat on the bed. Max’s arms were around her shoulders, and her eyes were wide. Kelly smelt blood, Ki’s blood, but she didn’t see any open wounds or bite marks.

  In the corner near his old bed, Malcolm crouched with his hand pressed over his mouth and nose.

  “What happened?” Kelly asked, catching her breath.

  “I didn’t even think about it. It’s so stupid. I have a fresh shaving cut on my leg. I thought it had closed. I didn’t think it would be fresh enough to make a difference. I should have known better. If I can smell it a little, I should have known he could smell it a lot,” Ki said. She turned her leg over to show a small nick on her knee, one of those cuts that were fast to bleed and slow to close.

  Kelly swallowed upon seeing it and having direct access to its scent. Shapeshifter blood was not quite as potent as pure human blood, diluted as it was by whatever magic allowed them to become dogs. It still made her mouth water, though, and after her interlude with Damien, she had to wipe her mouth, she was salivating so strongly.

  “Okay,” she said. “Malcolm…”

  Malcolm shook his head.

  There was a knock at the door, and Renee asked from the other side, “Is everything okay in there?”

  “I’ve got it under control. Nothing happened,” Kelly called back.

  “Kelly, I don’t think I can hold it back,” Malcolm said.

  She looked at Max and Ki and said, “Don’t go anywhere.”

  Ki shook her head, embarrassed more than afraid now.

  Kelly put herself between Malcolm and Ki and went down on one knee. It would make it easier for her to spring if she had to.

  “Malcolm, look at me,” Kelly said.

  He obeyed, still covering his nose and mouth.

  “Do you know I almost ate Renee when I first smelt her blood?” Kelly asked.

  Malcolm shook his head again, but his eyes widened.

  “You spend enough time away from humans, it’s hard to resist the smell of their blood when you’re confronted with it again,” she said, pulling his hand away from his mouth gently but firmly. Malcolm tried to press his nose closed against his shoulder in desperation, but it was futile, and she guided his head back up.

  “Just smell it. Take it in,” Kelly said. “Like you did with Renee.”

  “I can’t. If I do…”

  “If you do, you’ll want to eat her, but I’m here to stop you from doing that. Just smell her.”

  “I don’t want to want her like that,” Malcolm said.

  “Tough,” Kelly said, taking Damien’s approach.

  Malcolm blinked.

  “I’m not sitting around here teaching you how to be a shapeshifter again. I’ve been trying to help you be a werewolf. A werewolf who can survive around those who aren’t. Do you trust me?”

  Malcolm nodded, his open expression showing endearing obedience underlying a kind of desperation. It gave Kelly an idea.

  “Close your eyes,” she said.

  He did as she’d told him. His nostrils flared, and a shudder went through him.

  “Do you smell her?”

  “Yes.”

  “Can you paint a picture of her from her scent?”

  “Yes.”

  Just from a cursory inhalation, she and Malcolm could not only tell that Ki had the relatively new cut on her leg, but both could also smell the places where a person’s soul scents reside—under the arms, under the ears, at the palms and soles, and between the legs, where Ki’s pleasure dried against her labia and thighs. Arousal and the smell of blood mingled into an exquisite perfume, and mixed with it was the metallic scent of silver, the lycanthropic warning.

  “Follow it,” Kelly said.

  “Kelly, I’m going to hurt her,” Malcolm said, his eyes flying open.

  “Close your eyes,” Kelly corrected him. “Follow the scent. Enjoy Ki’s flesh, but ground yourself in the silver. I won’t let you hurt her. You won’t hurt her because I tell you that you won’t. Is that clear?”

  He crawled away from the corner and towards the bed, his lips wet. He moved so slowly that his muscles were cast in sharp relief as they moved fluidly underneath his olive skin.

  “Kelly,” Ki breathed. Her large, dark eyes would have been almost comical if it weren’t for the sincerity of her fear.

  “Trust me,” Kelly said. “This will be better for everyone.”

  Malcolm pressed his nose against Ki’s leg, drawing in the scent as he nuzzled the place where the small wound had closed.

  “Taste it,” Kelly whispered.

  Ki shifted, jerkin
g back, but Malcolm grabbed her ankle and held her in place. Kelly wanted to silently reassure her, but Ki’s wound was a distraction to her as well, as close as she was to it. She focused instead on trying to keep Malcolm under control, because as good as the blood smelt, he didn’t smell so bad to her himself. After all, Kelly’s satisfaction with Damien had been interrupted.

  Malcolm shuddered. He pressed his mouth against the wound, breathing in the taste until it was as if the blood called him and he drew his tongue over the cut. A groan wrested itself from his chest and joined with a growl. Ki made a small sound, but she was also captivated, her lips slightly parted. Max looked tense, holding Ki tightly around her shoulders in case he had to pull her away, although it wouldn’t be much use if he did. Malcolm’s reflexes were so much better than his.

  When Malcolm pulled back slightly, Kelly saw that his teeth had gone sharp and fur had begun to crawl along his jaw and down his spine.

  She slapped his face. It was not a full-force blow, but it made a good, harsh sound, and he turned to her, his eyes still closed.

  “You can change anything else, but don’t change your teeth. Put your fangs back in,” she said. “When you feel them tingling to grow, you make something else change instead.”

  “I don’t think I can,” Malcolm replied, his voice little more than a rasp.

  “You’re better at controlling the change than any new wolf I’ve ever seen, better than most seasoned werewolves. It’s beautiful. Try it. Bring your teeth back in and transfer your need to something else. And remember that if you bite Ki with those fangs, you’ll hate yourself for the rest of your long life.”

  She kept a finger on his lips, pressing against his canines until they were simply human. Fur rippled down his back, most of it disappearing as quickly as it had come.

  “There you go. That wasn’t so hard, was it? Now taste her again and don’t you dare let your teeth grow. Focus on other parts of you that are growing because of how good she smells, how good she tastes.” She reached between his legs and caressed up the length of his renewed erection.

  He moaned as he ran his tongue over the wound again, more forcefully this time. His rolling growl, like a purr, became a little louder, but instead of his teeth sharpening, Kelly noted the ripple of fur and the lengthening of his claws at his feet.

  “There you go,” she murmured. “And if you feel it getting out of your control, remember the silver. It will help.”

  She ruffled his hair with its soft curl then tightened her grip so that she could direct his head. He licked a path up Ki’s leg at Kelly’s unspoken command. He smoothed his hands over Ki’s thigh ahead of his tongue. Ki’s breath caught when his fingers encountered the folds of her labia, and although he did not open his eyes, his head lifted and he inhaled deeply, a different scent to catch his attention.

  “Kiya, don’t move,” Malcolm murmured over his growl. “I won’t hurt you. I just want to…” He drew his tongue through her folds, swirling the tip over the swollen bud of her clitoris before taking it into his hungry, heated mouth. Ki’s eyes rolled back, and her fingers joined Kelly’s in his hair.

  Kelly withdrew, but she was not quite prepared to leave them alone, not when all it would take was one prick of a wolf tooth. He was holding his teeth in very well, the tides of his hunger going over him in fur instead of teeth and claw. Kelly was right—she was rarely wrong about such things—he was a natural.

  She peeked into the next thirty minutes. They weren’t chiselled, which meant that they could change. However, based on the present variables, the rest of their evening would go well, but it would go better if she stayed.

  “Max, you can let her go now,” Kelly said, just as Ki cried out, her lower lip between her teeth and her dark, flushed labia between Malcolm’s.

  Max wordlessly shook his head.

  Kelly stood up then whispered in Max’s ear, “And what exactly do you think you could do if Malcolm attacks? Bite his ankles to death?”

  “That’s hitting below the belt,” Max said, peering up at her. He loosened his arms around Ki’s shoulders, but his cheeks twitched, showing the clenching underneath.

  “I know,” Kelly said. She wrapped a hand around his upper arm. “Come on. Just over here. I’ll help fix that.”

  Now that she was here rather than trying to be somewhere else, she opened her mind fully to the magic letting her see the immediate future, so that she could stop something before it started.

  In the meantime, Malcolm penetrated Ki’s cunt with his tongue, drinking in her juices and losing himself in the sound, scent and taste of her to forget the flavour of blood.

  “Malcolm,” Ki gasped. “God, it’s been so long.” She fell back on the bed and pressed him closer, rubbing her clit with her other hand. “Yes, right there!”

  “Do you mind?” Kelly asked after she’d sat both herself and Max on Malcolm’s bed. She spat in her palm and took his half-hard cock in her left hand.

  The fear of Malcolm’s appetite had deflated him, but the sounds Ki was making now, little mewls and low moans, renewed the rushing blood flow to the organ Kelly’s fingers encircled. Max looked from Kelly’s hand to her, but when he didn’t see any mockery, he turned back to the tableau before him and nodded.

  “You know, a little dog can be as dangerous as a big one under the right circumstances,” Max said. “We have to compensate for our limitations.”

  “I know, honey,” Kelly replied.

  Malcolm crawled onto the bed. Ki wrapped her legs around his waist and rocked up against him. Malcolm’s rigid cock slid into her with familiarity in spite of the differing circumstances. He thumbed her nipple at the same time that he hitched her up to change the angle of his thrust, making her whimper.

  “I’d offer to reciprocate,” Max said, “but it’s a little harder from this angle.”

  “That’s all right. I can take care of both of us.”

  When Kelly slipped her fingers inside herself, she was already wet, aroused from fellating Damien, from commanding Malcolm, from watching the fruits of her labours and from Max in her hand, all of it combining at once to arouse her in spite of her conflicted feelings, so twisted and tangled that she couldn’t even pinpoint a single emotion.

  Malcolm rolled himself and Ki over. Ki tossed her head back as she sank down, pussy dripping, over Malcolm’s cock. Kelly’s mouth watered at the sight of Malcolm’s cock stretching Ki’s pink labia around the base. She watched it disappear inside Ki over and over and faster and faster as Ki rode him.

  Max’s grip tightened in the sheets. Kelly sped up her hand over him, spreading his pre-cum and her saliva over his full erection. She sensed his balls drawing up before they actually did. Ki wailed the beginning of her climax. Max’s ejaculate struck his chest, stomach and Kelly’s hand to the sound of Malcolm’s name. Kelly released him as soon as he doubled over from oversensitivity.

  Kelly curled her fingers to rub her G-spot. It wasn’t a place she needed so much, but it was useful when she wanted to just get things over with.

  Malcolm gritted his teeth as Ki’s cunt squeezed around him and unleashed a small flood over his cock with her orgasm. Canine teeth poked his lips.

  “Don’t you fucking dare,” Kelly said, low and severe.

  Malcolm’s arms lengthened and wrapped around Ki, holding her close in his embrace as he took her harder, more erratically. The second Kelly could smell his cum, Kelly rubbed faster over her G-spot so that her hips couldn’t do anything but jerk against her fingers to help bring her to her peak with Malcolm.

  “Well, that was in no way awkward,” Max muttered.

  “Could have been worse,” Kelly whispered in his ear before kissing the shell of it in empathetic affection.

  “Could have been better,” Max replied.

  “Now that hits a little below the belt, don’t you agree?”

  Max’s sardonic expression softened. “Hey, sorry. I know it’s not your fault. You’re just trying to help.”

  “An
d I know you really care about Ki and Malcolm’s well-being,” Kelly said. “And Malcolm is just trying to please everyone, aren’t you, honey?”

  “No offence, Kelly, and I really mean that, but is there a way that we could be more alone now?” Malcolm asked.

  Ki had settled in the crook of his arm. She didn’t appear put out by Kelly’s presence or by the fact that Kelly had basically given Ki’s primary mate a hand job in the same room. But Kelly could understand if her being there was an intrusion to their pillow talk if Malcolm wanted intimacy the way it used to be.

  Malcolm’s wolf was quiet. He was exhausted from the effort of holding himself back. He could probably fall asleep with Ki and not have to worry about waking up hungry. Kelly could leave knowing that Ki and Max would be safe.

  “No, wait,” Ki called to Kelly before she could make her discreet exit. Ki put a hand on Malcolm’s chest as she sat up. “I mean, even if we wanted to, it’s not like we could keep this from her. Malcolm would tell her or she’d figure it out herself. Not that we want to hide it from you.”

  “Ki, I’m psychic and I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Kelly said, releasing the doorknob.

  “You don’t?” Ki asked.

  “I don’t know everything. In fact, I kind of make an effort not to know everything. Whatever you want to show Malcolm is in the top drawer of your dresser, though. Because you keep glancing at it.”

  Ki got out of bed, ran lightly to the dresser and pulled open the top drawer. Inside were two printed pages folded into quarters. In spite of her claim that she wasn’t trying to hide it from Kelly, Ki looked a little ashamed when she turned back to face everyone, like a teenager whose parents had found her vibrator.

  “Max and I contacted our parents about your problem, Malcolm, to ask whether they knew of anything that could be done to reverse it,” Ki said.

  Malcolm jerked upright, eager but wary hope dawning in his eyes.

  “Well, they sent us some info on this guy. They don’t know whether it’s legit or how much of a help it’ll be, but it’s all they could find on getting rid of the werewolf curse,” Ki said. She handed the pages to Malcolm.