Pursued by the Pack

by Lacy Dae

  “Choose.” I jumped. The alpha male had uttered the only word I had ever heard from the werewolves, who often seemed more animal than human. His voice was guttural and low, but the command was clear. I needed to choose a mate. The three wolves who had fucked me during the last interminable day were my options, the three who were pushing for the formation of a new pack. One of them would be the alpha male, and I would be his bitch, the alpha female of the pack. Except I was human. That could be a problem.

  I needed to choose. I looked over the wolves: dominating Shadow with his black coat gleaming in the firelight, brutal Scar-face, holding my gaze with uncomfortable intensity, and playful Blondie, who grinned up at me, tongue lolling. One of them would be mine, but only one and the decision was up to me.

  I hesitated for a long moment. My life had clearly gone off the rails, and the decision I was about to make would have repercussions that could affect the remainder of it, however long or short that would be. Did I want a partner who would make all the decisions for me, one who would do whatever he wanted to me, or one who would never be serious with me? The sex would be amazing with any of them, that was clear enough, but they each also had very serious drawbacks, outside of the whole werewolf thing. While I hesitated, the alpha couple changed back into their wolf forms, with clear sighs of relief. They didn’t seem to enjoy being human.

  “I can’t choose. I want all three of them. Is… is that allowed?” Shadow huffed with annoyance, Scar-face just stared, and Blondie wiggled with glee. The two alphas looked at one another, and seemed to shrug. “Why not?” they seemed to say. It would get all the trouble-makers out of their pack and leave me deal with three horny wolves. The male alpha uttered an authoritative woof, and all the beta males filed out of the den. Shadow seemed to flick a warning glance towards me, over his shoulder. What was happening?

  When the beta wolves were gone, the alphas once more regarded me, soberly. They exchanged glances, and the female alpha stood. Without a flicker of a warning, she attacked me. My scream ripped through the air as her teeth shredded the skin of my arm. She locked her fangs into the bones and shook her head violently, shattering them. Excruciating pain shot through my body, and my vision dimmed as I fell to my knees. I vaguely watched my blood pouring down, soaking the dirt floor of the den. The white wolf, her jaws stained red with my blood, lunged for my throat.

  Claimed by the Pack

  I was going to die. After being trapped and fucked by werewolves, and then kidnapped and fucked some more, the end had come. The pack alpha bitch had apparently taken offense at my decision to keep three of the beta males as mates. She had attacked me without warning, ripping my arm to shreds, snapping the bones and splattering my blood all over the dirt floor of the den. Now she was lunged for my throat, closing for the kill. I could feel her hot breath on me as her jaws closed tightly around my neck, one fang cutting deeply into my carotid artery. My blood sprayed out, a crimson arch of life, but there was no pain, only a dull buzzing sound in my ears. “Well, damn,” I thought, as my consciousness faded into nothingness, and everything dimmed to black.

  I awoke in unfamiliar surroundings: a bed. In a cabin. With blankets and everything. What the hell?

  “You’re alive!” exclaimed a human voice. A bearded stranger, wearing a flannel jacket, was standing nearby. “I thought for sure those wolves had killed you. You lost a ton of blood back there.”

  “Where am I?” I rasped, my throat sore and dry. “What happened?”

  “Well now, I was hoping you could tell me. I was out responding to a fire alert, and found your campsite. Why in the world did you set up camp in a wolf den? Those wolves were mighty pissed off, and tried to kill you. I had to shoot them both.”

  “Oh God, you shot them?!” I was horrified. As much as I’d suffered at their hands, the wolves were clearly special. The thought that my presence had resulted in their deaths was terrible.

  “I had too! That bitch had her jaws wrapped around your neck! She was about to kill you! Then the male went crazy and attacked me. I had no choice. Why were you in there anyway? And wearing no clothes!” His voice was strained with guilt. Clearly the killing had bothered him too.

  My thoughts raced as I struggled to find an explanation he could accept. Werewolves? Nope. Best stick as close to the truth as possible, though. “My tent collapsed in the snowstorm. I was just looking for shelter, and found the den. Last thing I remember was feeling really cold, and then really hot…” I let it trail off. Hypothermia can cause victims to feel unnaturally warm, and it’s not uncommon to find people frozen to death missing their clothing. He’d connect the dots.

  “Well, I’m a forest ranger here, names Bob Thomson. Who are you? I need to call in finding you, and I couldn’t find any ID.”

  “Oh, my name is Amy. Amy Chase. I’m a research biologist, studying… well, wolves. That’s why I knew where the den was. I didn’t think they’d attack me.” I tried to sound meek and naïve.

  “You should’ve known better than that! Any animal will attack to defend its home. I had to shoot two wolves ‘cause of you! Do you have any idea how much paper work that’ll be?” He grumbled loudly as he walked towards the door. “What are they teaching kids in college these days?” He left the room, presumably to find a phone to report me for gross stupidity.

  I looked around. I seemed to be in a ranger station. The walls were mostly bare, with a few cabinets that were probably full of survival gear. I peeked under the blanket to see my arm. The horrifying sensation of my bones snapping in the bitch’s jaws was crystal clear, and I was terrified that I would be permanently disabled. It had been a vicious injury. But when I looked at my arm, the skin was smooth and unblemished. Even the puncture wounds Shadow had given me when he dragged me off to the den were gone, as if they’d never happened.

  Maybe I actually had been delirious with hypothermia. I mean, werewolves? Really? But the ranger said I’d lost a lot of blood…

  He came back into the room. “I called the park office, and they’ll send a driver down to get you in the next day or so. Can’t come any earlier, ‘cause of the all the snow out there. We’re pretty much snowed in for now.” He stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at me. He was a large man, with the self-confidence that came with knowing how to survive in a harsh environment. The flannel coat did little to hide his broad shoulders and deep chest. The man was built like a lumberjack, and dressed like one too.

  The way he was looking at me was making me uncomfortable. “Umm, you mentioned blood? But I can’t find a wound…” I let my voice trail off, nervously.

  “Oh, yeah, that was pretty weird. Do you have a bleeding disorder? You had the tiniest scratch on your throat, but it seemed to have bled quite a lot!”

  “Oh, um, no, but,” I thought furiously, “I do get nosebleeds in the cold weather. Maybe that’s what happened?”

  “That’d be one hell of a nosebleed!” Bob looked skeptical, but let the matter drop. He sat down on the edge of the bed, next to me. Tugging the blanket up higher on me, he brushed my breasts with the backs of his fingers. That’s when I realized that I was still naked. (I’d kind of gotten used to it, I guess.) “You know, I risked my life to save you. Going out in a blizzard and all. Plus having to put down some rabid wolves…” He let that trail off suggestively.

  It was clear that he wanted a reward for his heroism. And he had saved my life… as a huge plus, he was also human! I reached a hand up to brush his face. He turned his face into my hand and caught a finger between his teeth. The grip of his teeth, and the touch of his smooth velvet tongue, sent a rush of blood to my pussy, and tightened my belly.

  He stood up and took off his jacket and t-shirt. Underneath it, smooth skin rippled over muscles defined by struggling with nature for a living. He put a knee up on the bed, braced his hands on either side of me, and leaned in for a kiss. Our lips met in a rush of heat, and I opened my mouth for his tongue. He teased the edges of my lips with it, gently brushing it across my teeth
, making me yearn for more solid contact. The feel of his bare chest pressing me down into the soft bed made me shift upwards, pressing my breasts firmly into him.

  Tugging the blanket down, he exposed me to the waist. He leaned in and brushed a kiss across the peak of one nipple, pebbling in the cooler air of the cabin. I ran my hands through his thick dark hair, guiding his lips more firmly to my breast. He responding by suckling more firmly, pulling my hardened nipple into his hot wet mouth. I moaned at the feeling, and his free hand continued to push the blanket down, exposing my now-wet pussy to the air.

  He slid his hand up my thigh until his thumb brushed against my sensitive clit. I cried out, and he raised his head from my breast, tugging deliciously on my distended nipple. He sank a finger into my tight sheath and I gasped, squirming at the sensation. I could feel my pussy juices running down my thighs and ass. He responded by finger-fucking me harder, reaching deep inside my tight twat, and rubbing my swollen clit with his thumb. My hips jerked helplessly in response, and I moaned out loud.

  I sat up in the bed, and grasped at the fly of his jeans. I could feel his hard erection against the rough fabric, but I wanted to hold it in my hands. I undid his pants, and pushed them to the floor. His cock sprung out, long and firm, and I wrapped my hand around it. I ran my thumb over its sensitive tip, and then licked the pre-cum off my thumb. His eyes flared watching me, and I could feel his dick get even harder in response.

  Leaning forward, I touched the tip of my tongue to the swollen head of his dick. His cock jerked in involuntary response. I ran my tongue down the sides of his engorged cock, and opened my mouth wide to allow it entry. Its girth was impressive, and almost painful, forcing my jaw to open wider than was comfortable, but the groan he released made it all worthwhile.

  Abandoning my hungry cunt, he put both hands on either side of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair. I eagerly sucked on the sensitive glans of his dick, and ran my tongue into the special spot underneath where the head met the shaft. Holding my head, he urged me to take it deeper, and I did the best I could, but choked on its thick shaft. I pulled my head back and tugged him down on top of me, spreading my legs for him.

  He obeyed with alacrity, pushing his knees between mine and forcing my legs further apart. I could feel his rock-hard cock probing at my pussy, and when he found the sweet spot he shoved it in one smooth motion. I gasped at the intrusion, but raised my hips to meet his thrusts. He began to fuck me hard, sliding his thick dick in and out of my slick wet cunt. He grunted at the heat of it, then reached under me to grab my ass in both hands. He lifted my ass off the bed to fuck me harder. The narrow frame of the bed creaked and squealed in protest, but we were past caring. My belly tightened as his dick pushed hard against my g-spot, deep inside.

  As I was on the edge of my orgasm, I suddenly heard wolves howling close by. But I couldn’t hold back the inevitable, and waves of pleasure poured through me as my hot pussy clenched his pounding cock. Bob jerked and shuddered as his tightening balls emptied into my throbbing cunt, groaning out loud as the orgasm ripped through him. As my vision cleared, I could suddenly hear vicious snarls, sounding like they were coming from the next room.

  The door to the room shuddered under a fierce impact. Bob jerked himself off the bed, and turned to face it. “What the hell?” The door was splintering under more impacts, and an angry growling could be heard clearly. “Gun! Gun! Where the hell is my gun?!?” Bob was yelling, slamming open cupboards, looking for his shotgun. “Godamnit, it’s in the other room!”

  I rolled off the bed, searching for clothes, a weapon, anything. The wolves had come. It seemed likely that they had blamed me for their alphas’ deaths, and were looking for revenge. They would kill me if they found me! So I hid under the bed. Cowardly, I know, but what else could I have done?

  The door finally gave way with a rending crash. Bob released a startled yell, and then started to scream. Snarls and screams combined into an unholy cacophony, with hideous tearing noises and cracks, and I curled up tight under the bed. Don’t find me, don’t find me, don’t find me… The sounds drifted further away, as Bob was apparently dragged off somewhere, screaming all the way. His voice was raw, anguished, and I didn’t want to imagine what was happening to make him sound that way. Hopefully I’d never have to find out.

  The screaming stopped, and it was quiet for a few minutes. I held my breath as long as I could, listening for claws on the wooden floor. Just when I thought they had gone, I heard them padding back into the room, still growling, low and ugly. They sniffed around the floor, and then one of them shoved his head under the bed for a good look. I found myself staring into Shadow’s amber eyes from about a foot away. He had been the second-in-command of the pack, a dominant werewolf who had thoroughly fucked me to teach me my place. At first he looked surprised, and maybe relieved, but then he got a good sniff of my scent. Narrowing his eyes, he snarled at me, baring his fangs, and then pulled his head back out. It seemed that he had been looking for me. Perhaps he thought Bob had kidnapped me? But he could smell sex on me, and knew I had fucked Bob. The betrayal enraged him. I belonged to the pack!

  The four black wolf paws transformed into two dusky human feet. Shadow reached down, grabbing the bed-frame, and threw the bed across the room. I was exposed, naked, to his angry eyes, and I could see that he wasn’t alone. Scar-face, the brutal wolf who roughly fucked me in the ass the day before, was also in the room, in human form, and equally enraged. He was burly and heavily muscled, with a scar cutting across one cheek that gave him a permanent sneer. The two werewolves were also equally aroused, with their rigid cocks jutting proudly from their hard naked bodies. I was in deep trouble. They obviously intended to teach me a lesson, and to remind me of my place in the pack.

  Shadow yanked me to my feet, and then thrust me at Scar-face. He caught me roughly my upper arms as I stumbled against him. Snarling, he tangled a fist in my hair and shoved me down onto my knees. His thick cock was right in front of me, and it was painfully obvious what he expected from me. If I wanted to leave this room alive, I would have to satisfy these wolves, in any way they wanted.

  I reached up to grasp his cock. Before I made contact, I felt a rough grip on my hips, and a hard cock slammed into my painfully dry pussy. I cried out at the shock (and pain) as Shadow began to roughly fuck me from behind. Scar-face yanked hard on my hair to remind me of my task, and I whimpered. I grabbed his prick and stuffed it into my mouth. Scar-face groaned at the sensation, and thrust it hard against the back of my throat, making me gag and cough.

  Shadow grunted in satisfaction behind me. He had found a hard, fast rhythm and I moaned around Scar-face’s cock as my pussy juices began to flow. His hard cock stretching the walls of my cunt felt good, and I could feel his heavy balls slapping against my clit, sending pulses of pleasure through me with each thrust. His fingers would be leaving bruises on my hips, but that pain combined with the pleasure to bring me to a new level of sensation.

  Shadow and Scar-face alternated thrusts. With each shove from Shadow’s rigid dick in my hot cunt, I was pushed forward onto Scar-face’s cock, gagging and coughing as it pushed against the back of my throat. I was then yanked back against Shadow by Scar-face’s fist in my hair, Shadow’s thick cock forced deep into my pussy once more.

  They continued to ravage my pussy and mouth for a few minutes, before deciding to switch things up. With Scar-face’s fist still holding me on my knees, they exchanged positions. Shadow thrust his large cock in my mouth, and I could taste my cunt on him. Scar-face, however, had other interests than my used pussy. He pushed the head of his dick hard against the closed ring of my asshole, and I whined in pain as it was forced open. Scar-face shoved his cock deep into my asshole in one harsh thrust, and I whimpered, the sound muffled by Shadow’s cock in my mouth. Scar-face took pity on me then, and paused for a moment, letting my ass get accustomed to being stretched out around the thick girth of his rigid prick.

  Then he slowly drew it almost out a
gain, and shoved it back in, hard. Shadow tangled his own fist into my hair, and then also started to shove his dick hard into the back of my throat. I was coughing and gagging as I whimpered in pain. The two wolves took no notice, and continued to fuck me hard in my mouth and ass, using me for their pleasure. My arousal faded under the onslaught, and the pain overcame the pleasure. I could feel the heads of both cocks swell in me as they approached their orgasms, and I hoped that it would soon be over. They grunted and moaned, and I swallowed hard as Shadow’s salty load was deposited into the back of my throat. Scar-face fucked me even harder for a few more thrusts, clawing at my hips with his fingers, before bellowing as he came deep in my ass. He pulled his cock out of me and I sighed in relief.

  Too soon. Both wolves still had hard dicks, and apparently the urge to use them. Shadow yanked me painfully to my feet by his fist in my hair. He wrapped his hands under my ass, and lifted me, then impaled my wet pussy with his throbbing cock. I groaned at the sensation of his cock thrusting deep within me. Scar-face stepped in close behind me, and grabbed my waist in his hands. He lifted me a few inches off of Shadow’s cock, and then shoved his thick cock at my sore asshole once more. The head of his dick pushed through that tight ring, and then he thrust it deeply into my ass. It was lubricated now by his cum, and the pain was greatly reduced, though I was still sore. The two wolves filled me completely, and I could feel their cocks rubbing against each other through the slick membrane that separated my cunt from my ass. They thrust in tandem, lifting me off both cocks and then shoving me back down onto their rigid pricks.