by J. E. Cluney
But the fiery woman had gotten herself into a bar fight recently, with none other than a Pack member of the Williamson Pack.
To think that the atrocious Richard Williamson wanted to claim her as his own made my blood boil. As it did my Pack brothers, Nathan and Scott.
Taylor was a free spirited, wild she-wolf, as fiery as those gorgeous flaming locks of hers. It was why we’d all fallen for her all those years ago. We all clamored to be the one win her affection, but she cared for all of us. And truth be told, we didn’t mind sharing when she asked us to. That was what a Pack did. But she would always be special to me. She’d chosen me to be her first despite how Nathan and Scott courted her. I was not as muscular or large as the other two men, but I could hold my own. I’d courted her gently, offering her flowers and art, but I was scared. She knew that I’d been Feral. That that was a part of me now. I feared I would hurt her, even when we only kissed. I could feel the wolf clawing for control, wanting to use its power to take her, claim her. To have my way with her.
And when we finally did break that seal, I couldn’t hold back. That Feral side of me broke out and I hurt her. I made her bleed.
She forgave me instantly despite how I broke down. I hated this other part of me, this piece that was more wolf than any of my Pack mates.
Taylor didn’t care.
She cherished this side of me, told me I was more in-tuned to what I really was. That I should not be ashamed of it.
Somehow, with her love, her laughter, and her gentleness with me, she taught me control. She loved me for all of me, and there was nothing I’d do to hurt her or break her heart ever again.
I swore that to myself.
But watching her as we entered the home we’d all grown up in, seeing the way she stood tall and strong against even the Alpha of the Pack, her chin jutting out defiantly as she demanded answers. It made me want her, right then. Right there.
She exuded power and grace, with movements that would make a werepanther jealous. And that firm ass in those dark blue jeans, the fiery curls that cascaded down her shoulders, those vibrant green eyes.
I needed her.
I was meant to wait, so we could all share her and welcome her home. Two years we’d only communicated with her by text and calls, unable to see her due to her busy schedule. Sometimes I wondered if it was really being busy, or fear that we’d draw her home. We were forbidden to go see her, but there was nothing stopping her from returning.
We all missed her, but I couldn’t hold myself back.
And when I tried to fight it, asking her questions and trying to make small talk, the need grew too strong.
Not that she fought me.
I moved us to my bedroom for privacy, desperate to feel her in the way I desired.
But Taylor would not be had by anyone. Certainly not me. She’d have me her way.
When she pulled out of my grip, I wanted to snatch her back, kiss her and have my way with her. To connect our bodies together the way we both desired.
She slipped out of her shirt, and I reached for her, the wolf snarling and demanding inside me.
But the sign for me to refrain, the way she held a finger up to me and shook her head ever so gently as she told me off, froze me.
I’d obey. I wouldn’t hurt her. If I wanted her, it would be by her terms, not by my wolf.
Those luscious lips and toned body, those lustful eyes and upturned nose, the way her body moved with fluidity that no other she-wolf could match. I needed her.
She teased me, stripping for me and not allowing me to touch myself despite the throbbing ache of my manhood. She demanded I strip for her, and take my time, much to my dismay.
But truth be told, I loved this. I loved the way she made me feel, the way she could control that wolf side of me and keep it at bay. I loved the absolute torture she was, because it made the release all that much more satisfying and perfect.
We made rough, animalism love right on my desk, denting the wall and giving in to our primal urges.
But it was worth every second of having her body melded against mine, writhing and gasping in pure bliss.
“Please stay,” I begged against her lips.
But I knew it was of no use. When she had her mind set, there was nothing I could do.
“I don’t want you to go,” I murmured, but I knew there was no stopping her.
“How about, we do something for you to remember me by?” she purred.
Despite my sorrow, my annoying cock twitched at her suggestion.
Of course she’d turn this to something else. It was the best way to avoid it.
“It’ll only make me miss you more,” I sighed, but I didn’t stop her as she clambered on my lap.
It was late afternoon, and the sun was setting, so no one else was around.
Thankfully.
She littered soft kisses along my neck, and I couldn’t stop how my body reacted to her.
Maybe I could convince her to stay by showing her what she’d lose from me.
I captured her mouth, biting her lip so she squeaked in surprise, before diving my tongue in.
She shuddered and pressed herself against me, and I trailed my hands down her sides to her bare legs.
I loved it when she wore skirts like today. It wasn’t normal attire for her, she was a jeans and tee kind of gal, but today was a warm one, and she’d opted for a black plaited skirt instead.
Fucking perfect.
I growled against her mouth as slid my hand up her skirt, pulling her lacy black panties aside.
She moaned into my mouth as I touched her, loving how wet she was growing.
“You won’t want to leave,” I growled as I broke the kiss, running my thumb over her clit and making her gasp.
I removed my hand despite her groan, and tugged her shirt off.
No one was around, and besides, sex was common practice with ‘wolves, including publicly.
She bit her lip as I tugged my shirt off as well, and then our naked torsos moved against each other as I claimed her mouth again.
My hands explored her bare skin, making quick work of her bra before I caressed and fondled them.
She moaned and quivered at my touches, and things became more needy as my inner wolf snarled.
I gritted my teeth as my eyesight enhanced, and I knew she could see the yellow of my eyes.
But she didn’t care.
“Take your pants off,” she breathed as she moved off my lap.
I was quick in tearing off my pants and briefs while she removed her panties, and the sudden aroma of her arousal hit me hard as I moaned and turned on her.
“Ah-ah,” she shook her head, and I groaned as I froze. Taylor always controlled these moments.
“Hands, I want you to get me off with your hands first,” she pursed her lips.
God, she was a fucking torture. But if that’d what she wanted.
It was hard to keep my hands human, my claws threatening to lengthen as my wolf clambered inside me.
But I wouldn’t hurt her, I’d keep it under control.
She sat on the tabletop while I perched on the bench between her legs.
My face was incredibly close to her nether regions, and I was tempted to duck down and taste her.
Tay lolled her head back with a moan, her breasts jutting up as I moved my hands between her legs.
“Use your mouth on my body,” she breathed, gasping as I slipped a finger inside her.
I used my other hand to pull her upright again, standing to get a better position as I kissed her belly and moved up to her breasts.
I nipped those perk little rosebuds, flicking my tongue against them as I slowly fingered her.
She kissed my neck, nibbling on my earlobe and then releasing a raspy moan as I slid a second digit inside her.
I used my thumb on her clit, swirling and rubbing it as I drove my two fingers in and out of her.
“Fuck,” she breathed, arching against me.
I growled, fighti
ng the wolf inside me, not wanting to scratch inside her and cause her pain.
But God damn, I wanted to slam my dick inside her, take her hard right here.
“Finish… me,” she gasped, her hands dropping down to stroke my engorged length.
I wanted to finish her with my cock, but I knew that wasn’t what she meant.
I fingered her hard and fast, curling my fingers up to stroke her g-spot as I went.
She moaned and rocked against me, and I hissed as she bit down on my shoulder to muffle her cry.
Her body spasmed as her juices soaked my fingers, and I groaned in agony as her tight walls enveloped my fingers, convulsing.
She released my shoulder, breathing hard and chuckling as she drew back to stare at me with satisfied eyes.
“How do you want me?” she murmured.
My cock twinged at her husky voice, and I leaned in to kiss her.
She stopped me, and I growled as I bared my teeth.
“You’re going to fuck me hard and fast, right here, but you’re not going to finish until I do, got it?” she cocked her head at me.
Fucking gorgeous woman.
I nodded as I withdrew my wet hand from between her legs, and she took ahold of my wrist and guided my hand to my own length, allowing me to stroke her juices on my length.
Fuck, she was killing me with this.
And then she moved to the edge of the table, turning and posing her ass in the air as she rested her chest on the table top, using her shirt to soften the area.
“What are you waiting for?” she smirked, shaking her ass.
I grunted as I stepped over the bench and rounded to her on the end of the table.
I couldn’t fucking wait to bury myself in her.
My claws dug into her hips as I slammed into her, loving how she gasped and moaned as her body rode up on the table.
And then we were joined in body, her gasping and saying my name as I pounded into her, driving deep inside her deliciously wet walls. She was so tight after her orgasm, something that only maddened me more.
“Me… first,” she gasped as I hammered into her.
Fuck.
I groaned, holding my own climax back. Which wasn’t easy considering how amazing she felt.
She gasped and arched up, her body bouncing against the table as I drove into her hard and deep.
“Faster!”
I obeyed, slamming into her, tugging her backwards so my balls wouldn’t hit the table.
No. I wanted to see her finish.
I pulled out, and she turned her head to snarl at me, but I just flipped her over onto her back before driving into her again.
“You will miss this,” I grunted as I pounded into her.
She lolled her head back, moaning as her legs wrapped around my waist as I bent over her.
“You will want me, always,” I snarled, lowering my head and biting down on her nipple.
It was the last thing she needed as i drove deep into her, her body arching and writhing beneath me.
I moaned as her walls tightened around me, massaging me with her own orgasm. I only had to thrust in once more before my own climax tore through me, and I threw my head back with a wolfish howl.
“I will miss this,” she breathed, her body heaving for air as she lay spent on the table.
“I don’t think we’re done here,” I managed to growl after a moment.
When I looked down at her, I could see the utter delight dancing in those emerald eyes.
I’d have her all night if I could. And she’d regret wanting to leave.
4
Jaye headed off after dinner, informing me quietly that he’d been inspired once more to paint.
He was more than content with leaving me alone with Nathan, who was watching me intently with interest.
“So, Tay, how’s it been?” he asked as he began tidying up the empty platters and stacking the dishwasher.
“Good, working and training, nothing new,” I shrugged as I rested my arms on the table, watching after him as my body ached again already. My boys had agreed to share me when I could no longer remain satisfied with one man. My love for them didn’t change in the slightest, but having all my needs met, it was perfect.
And then I’d left.
The desire in me now, after only have phone sex with the three of them for the past two years, it was overwhelming.
“Jesus, Tay,” Nathan grunted as he gripped the edge of the dishwasher, my sudden onset of new arousal hitting his senses.
“It’s been ages since I’ve seen all of you,” I sighed, the dull throb between my legs intensifying as Nathan eyed me under hooded lashes.
The scent of leather and sweat, horses and hay, it all permeated his skin, reminding me of his work as a rancher here. Many times I’d ridden with him, herding the cattle on horseback and patrolling the borders. All of our horses went through careful training to teach them to not be fearful of us wolves. A job that Nathan had taken over.
“I can see why Jaye couldn’t wait, he’s not been the most controlled around you,” Nathan said, his velvety smooth voice making me stand up. I wanted to kiss him, to taste those sweet lips of his, to feel his muscled body against mine. Goddamn, I was horny. It’d been two years since I’d tasted my boys, and now I was desperate to have them all back, to be with them, to make love with them.
I’d only had my hands and a toy I’d bout to satisfy my needs, and the phone sex with them. But nothing beat the feel of the real thing, the rush of the moment, the heat between our bodies.
Werewolves are easily aroused as it is, but being absent from the touch of them for so long, I’d almost been unfaithful to my boys several times. But I always managed to restrain myself. We weren’t labelling ourselves, but I loved them, and I would never hurt them by taking another. The relationship we shared was so strong and unique, and I wouldn’t dream of fracturing what we had.
“Jaye’s more controlled than you’d think,” I managed to say, my mouth dry as I recalled what he’d said.
“He’s come a long way since we were teens, but you make him crazy,” Nathan shook his head with a soft smile. He meant no harm in his words, I knew that, he cared for his Pack brother like one would a true brother. And he was right, I made Jaye more Feral in many ways, but I also helped control him.
I gave him a sultry smile as I glided over, intent to have him claim me right here in the kitchen. It was late, and the chance of someone coming in was slim. Only the Alpha and betas lived in the mansion now, all other Pack members lived in their own cottages or cabins on the ranch. The mansion was used for communal gatherings every Sunday and Wednesday night, and the children spent weekdays here in the classrooms down the hall.
“You are quite the sight for sore eyes,” Nathan said as he took my chin between his thumb and forefinger and scrutinized my face. He stroked my cheek, running his thumb across my lower lip as I gasped and drew in his sweet, country scent.
Nathan was the only one of three who had been born to my Pack, his parents living up in the mountains on our border as they cared for their three other children. Class was not mandatory, and they were teaching his siblings in their own way.
Nathan was my father’s right-hand man, having been raised as if he was one of the Alpha’s own, trained in all the things required of him to assist in aiding him to keep the ranch functioning. He was a skilled rider, competing in the nearby towns as a barrel racer and always bringing back prize money. He knew much about our livestock, who the best cows were and who would throw the best young. Our fortune was made off cattle farming initially, but now we had Pack members skilled in the way of investing, so we relied on their knowledge to grow the fortune to care for the Pack.
Oh, and that fortune? I’d been cut off when I left, hence the need to get a job. I hadn’t minded too much; it was my father’s way of trying to force me to come home. He forgot just how stubborn I was.
“I remember when we were younger, how we’d take to the hay barn to hav
e our fun,” Nathan sighed as he kissed my jaw, trailing gentle fingers down my neck.
Oh yes, I remembered those sweet, passionate afternoons in the hay. Nathan was a different lover to Jaye. Jaye was all primal and animal, unlike his usual state, whereas Nathan was as sweet and gentle as he was normally. Sweet and gentle sounded good after the pounding I’d just taken.
Nathan captured my mouth with his, seeking entrance gently as he flicked his tongue across my bottom lip. I allowed him in as I wrapped my arms around his neck, savoring his sweet taste of berries and fruit. Despite being a ‘wolf, Nathan enjoyed his sweet fruits and berries, and I knew he had a true love for strawberries.
“I have something special in mind,” he growled as he pulled away, fighting the primitive urges inside him.
His tight jeans looked mighty uncomfortable now with the massive bulge in the front that only succeeded in making me throb and crave more.
“Take a shower and meet me in the barn, my love,” he murmured as he stepped forward and brushed his lips across mine gently.
I sighed, disappointed that I’d have to wait, but intrigued as to what the surprise would be.
“Don’t you start without me,” I said cheekily and he laughed, a cheery, vibrant sound that made me grin.
“Go,” he shoo’d me away, and I rolled my eyes as I tromped off to find my old bedroom with the bathroom next door.
My bedroom had been left untouched, which surprised me. The bed was made, the paintings of wolves that Jaye had done for me hung on the walls, a horseshoe jewelry holder and coat rack hung on the wall, gifts from Nathan. He was also a welder, assisting in making many of the items requested for the cabins and cottages around the ranch. Carved wooden horses and wolves paraded along the top of my bookcase, gifts from Scott, one of our builders and woodworkers.
Everyone had a place in the Pack, a way to help out, even if it was just by helping school the young or work the ranch. Everyone but me, sure I was good with the kids, but I was impatient and couldn’t handle teaching them for long, working the cattle and land bored me, and I wasn’t artistic or capable with my hands as the builders. I was a fighter, through and through. I could wield a blade with such precision and my aim with a rifle or handgun proved to be on point. I’d hunted food for the Pack, but I craved more from life.