by CarrieKelly
After I moved out Frank and his friends got a house just at the edge of town. I have to hop on a bus to get there. Joe rides alongside me in silence, his hands folded on his lap and his body strangely still.
A young guy with an eyebrow ring sits across from us and smiles. I smile back- he’s cute and it’s been awhile since I had a date.
“You go to UC?” he asks.
“Yeah, I’m majoring in English. You?”
“Art. I think I’ve seen you around campus.”
I nod and am about to ask where he lives when Joe growls at him. Yeah. He fucking growls. Who does that?
Eyebrow ring stares at Joe like he’s a crazy person. I can’t blame him. I would too.
“She’s not available,” he says in a low grumbly whisper.
The guy seems to get the point and moves to the back of the bus, as far away from us as possible.
“Hey. He was cute!” I say in a low voice to the over protective idiot sitting next to me.
Suddenly Joe grabs my arm, just too tight to be comfortable. “It doesn’t matter. You’ll find out soon enough.”
Okay, if that’s not totally creeptasitic I don’t know what is! I yank my arm back and pout until we get to the right stop. We walk the rest of the way to the house in silence.
I frown as we approach the fenced off yard. All three trucks are here- that means everyone is home at the moment. So much for having a quiet conversation with Frank. The house isn’t huge, but it has enough bedrooms for four men. I’ve wondered why they all wanted to live together. Are they some kind of gay commune? That’d be cool, but something tells me it’s not the case.
Joe opens the door for me before I have a chance, and I walk in frowning. Bill and Dean sit at the kitchen table playing cards, but Frank isn’t in the room with him. I don’t even have to ask. If he’s not there he’s probably in his garage.
Without a word I head out the back door. Sure enough, the music blasting on the radio from the open door lets me know where he is. I march out there, turn off his radio and stare at the well-rounded ass bent over the hood of the car. Even in the chilly air, Frank’s sleeves are rolled up to show off his tattoos. His messy dark hair looks like he just rolled out of bed, but the look in his eyes when he sees me slips from annoyance to humor in a few seconds. He’s got that bad boy look down to a tee- sharp cheek bones, slightly crooked nose and lips that twist into a smirk more often than they really smile. His eyes are the weirdest part. They’re a really pale blue- almost gray- and they shine in the shadows just like Joe’s.
“Didn’t know you were stopping by, Red. Gonna cook us one of your delicious meals?”
“No. I want to know why your boys are following me.”
Frank leans against the beat up roadster and wipes his hands on a handkerchief hanging out of his back pocket. “I’m not sure you’re ready to know, sweetheart.”
I glare at him. “I’m twenty-one. I only have a year left in college, and then I’ll be moving out of this city for good. Yeah, I think I’m ready to know.”
He sighs and looks at his feet. “Your right. I probably should have told you last year. I just wanted you to warm up to us- you’ve got all this fire inside you, girl, but you aim it at the wrong people.”
Frowning at him, I take the hood off my head and shake my long red hair free. “I’m not taking anything out on you.”
Frank raises an eyebrow. “Really? I can smell your anger, Red. You reek of it and you always have. Anger at your mama, anger at me and my pack. I think it’s misdirected, but maybe that’s because I never told you the truth.”
My heart slams against my rib cage as I stare at the man in front of me. He looks closer to my age than he does anything else. His cheek rough with dark stubble, the cool way he crosses his feet at the ankle when he stands. God, I’m angry because I like him. I like him way more than I should considering he’s just a friend. And none of the guys I met, eyebrow ring included, could ever live up to him.
“I wanted to give you time to figure this out for yourself, but if you really want to know I’ll tell you.”
“Fine. Tell me,” I whisper. Why can’t I talk correctly?
“I was never friends with your mom for her sake- it was for you. Everything I’ve done all this time has been for you, Red. Taking you in. Helping your get that apartment and pay rent. Having my pack keep an eye on you. I wanted- No. We all wanted you to be safe. We need you to be safe for our sake.”
I swallow the lump in my throat, my body trembling as I try to take it all in. “What the hell is that supposed to mean? All for me? Why?”
Suddenly, Frank pulls off his shirt- revealing the sculpted muscles on his hot as hell chest. Next, he slips off his belt and lowers his pants, boxers and all. A twinge of heat rushes between my legs as I stare at his meaty cock, and I wonder if this is what he wants me to see.
“Frank,” I start as he kicks off his shoes, but he doesn’t answer me.
Instead, he smirks and bends down. A loud crack fills the air, like his back just broke, and he’s suddenly on all fours and covered in hair. His legs and arms shorten and twist as a long brush of tail pops out of his back. A wolf. He’s a wolf- and not just any wolf. I’d remember his eyes and the smooth sheen of his fur anywhere. He’s the wolf I saved.
The pad of feet comes from outside the garage and three more wolves walk up- the strong muscles of their shoulders slipping under their heavy fur as they move. My heart bangs against my ribs as Frank’s wolf form approaches me and licks my hand. The warmth of his touch seems to calm my nerves.
All four animals sit on their hunches and look at me, tails wagging like a group of well-trained dogs. What the fuck is going on! Not only are they all wolves but they’re friendly wolves too? Well, the more I think about it the more it makes sense. But what does it all mean?
“I don’t understand,” I say and scratch behind Frank’s ears.
Slowly, he turns back into a human and stands before me still naked as the day he was born. His other pack members turn too, Joe’s golden tan skin and toned body wetting my panties as I check him out. Dean’s swimmers build complete with a flat stomach and sexy arms could make any girl hot and bothered- not to mention his smooth brown hair and puppy dog eyes. Finally, I look at Bill. His pale skin is dusted with rusty freckles, and the shock of red hair on his head matches the hair between his legs. The smooth ivory of his toned chest looks good enough to taste. Damn it! I didn’t realize how horny I was until all these guys got naked in front of me!
“Your our pack maiden,” Frank says, taking my hand and kissing it. His lips linger on the smooth skin, their heat seeping into my veins and exciting my senses.
“What does that mean?” I ask- the cool garage suddenly getting a lot warmer than it was a moment ago.
“We protect you and you mate with us,” Frank says, his pale blue eyes serious in his bad boy face.
Well, shit. That’s kind of the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me. And the most turned on I’ve ever been. “All of you? Like at once?” Did they read my diary or something?
Frank nods, his lips turning up into his usual smirk as his fingers trail up my arms. “I think you can handle us all. You feel the spark of our touch, don’t you? We’ve been bonded since the day you rescued me.”
My heart speeds up, now out of desire instead of apprehension. “Yeah,” I mutter. His fingers leave fiery trails on my skin, and I ache for more. I’ve ached like this for a long time without realizing it.
His hands push off my red hoodie, the thick material falling to the floor at my feet as someone yanks off my shoes. I stare into the eyes of the wolf I saved and meet his lips with my own. Our kiss sets fire to my blood- the burning in my groin wetting my clit with desire for more.
Frank’s long fingers unbutton my blouse, letting it fall onto the floor with my hoodie. On either side of us strong hands caress my thighs, rubbing the pale skin of my legs as they move toward my damp panties. I never imagined this would happen-
all the anger I’ve felt for years turned to lust in the matter of seconds. But it all feels totally right- like this is the way it should be.
I tug off my skirt- I can’t get naked fast enough! Joe, Dean and Bill offer me a helping hand, pulling off my panties along with it. Usually I’m shy when I’m naked around some guy for the first time- you never know how a new boy toy will judge your flaws- but the look on all their faces is one of wonder. Like I’m some kind of sexy goddess or something and they can’t wait to ravish me. Hell, I can’t wait for it either.
Frank’s strong hands grip my ample breasts, his fingers rubbing my nipples into stark attention with just the slightest touch. I moan under his hands and kiss his neck- his flesh almost feverish under my lips.
Behind me, hands caress my ass while someone else spreads my legs. The sudden flick of moisture on my aching clit makes me gasp- a tongue tickling the sensitive skin into a flurry of excitement.
“You like this, don’t you?” Frank asks as he fondles my boobs.
“Yeah,” I say, hardly more than a breath, and keep kissing his chest. The course fur tickles my nose as I mouth his nipples, the brown fleshy nubs hardening beneath my tongue.
The gentle licks turn into rough laps on my cunt, and suddenly a finger joins the fun. The digit slides into my pussy with ease, slipping in and out as my clit sings with joy. I grip onto Frank’s muscular back and try to focus on my mission- make it to his cock- but the overwhelming pleasure running up and down my body makes it almost impossible.
Suddenly, I fall to my knees and glance down. I’m squatting on Joe’s face, his tongue still working its magic. I have no idea who’s behind me but they can just keep doing what they’re doing. Looking up, I notice Frank’s cock- the thick shaft long and inviting and hard as iron. I lean in, teasing the tip with my mouth until he gasps.
“You do like this,” he says, his voice as breathy as my own now.
I smile as I take him inside, the tang of his pre-cum tingling across my taste buds, and swirl my talented muscles around his throbbing member. I feel like a starving woman as I inhale him, my teeth and lips applying just enough pressure to rock his world.
Behind me another tongue joins in- this one tasting my backdoor with the gentlest of flicks. I don’t even know if it’s the same pack mate finger fucking me into oblivion and I don’t care. It’s all I can do to suck Frank’s cock there’s so much pressure building up inside me right now.
Suddenly, Frank’s strong hands push me back, and Joe and the other two stop whatever they were doing like they have some kind of hive mind. Gasping, my body just about to tip over the edge, I look up at him.
He rubs a long fingered hand over my cheek. “Not yet, Red,” he says and pulls me to my feet.
I stumble into him- my legs weak from the onslaught- and strong freckled arms wrap around me from behind. The stiffness of Bill’s cock pressed firmly between my legs and teasing my wet clit
It’s so close to my cunt. He could just slip it inside at any moment. I press back into him just as Frank kisses me again- the force of Bill’s entrance jolting like electricity through my body. On either side of me, hands cup a tit and pinch my pink nipples as Frank rubs his own throbbing erection on my slit.
I trust them to hold me up and reach for Joe and Dean- it’s no fun if they don’t get to play too- and grab each of their cocks in a hand. My gentle tugs quickly turn frantic as Bill and Frank assault my pussy with pleasure. Suddenly, the tingling of orgasm overtakes me- rushing down my thighs and over my stomach. I gasp into Frank’s chest, the hair cushioning my head as the pleasure rolls over my body. I never knew an orgasm could be that intense.
Bill slams into me a few more times, his cock bursting as it’s buried to the hilt inside me and his body rigid behind mine. For a moment I’m lost in Bill’s heavy pants, my own heart hammering in my chest as I grip onto Frank. I don’t even remember letting go of Dean and Joe.
“One down thee to go,” Frank says, humor in his voice.
I nod- I’m not sure why, but I understand what he means. I can handle all the rest of them just fine. As long as I don’t have to walk afterwards.
The rain picks up outside the garage, a sheet of it pouring over the open doors. Good thing the backyard’s fence is high or we’d be giving the neighbors a show. Frank lets me slip to my knees, positioning himself beneath me so his staff is easy to ride.
I smile at the look on his face- not expectation like most guys I’ve been with- but a look of adoration. He’s been waiting for this probably longer that I have.
“You’ll have to help,” I say as I ease my pussy over his aching length. God! It’s bigger than Bill’s, which is something!
Before I ride him, I pull Joe over by the leg. He was so considerate of my slit earlier I think it’s time to return the favor. I open my mouth and invite him inside just as Frank grips my hips. Another set of hands wrap around from behind me- holding my tits and pressing the fat head of a cock into my ass cheek. Being adored by four hot men really has its upsides.
“Dean,” I say as I lavish attention on Joe’s cock with my tongue. “Use some lube before you put it in.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Red,” he says, his voice as polite as always.
I hold Joe’s balls in my hands, rolling the thick sack around on my palm as I take him fully in my mouth. Below me, Frank’s fingers burn delightful trails into my hips, his cock thrusting into me with contained power. Each entrance nudges something deep inside- a spot of shear pleasure that sends a prickling desire for more over my entire body.
Cool fingers spread my cheeks, squeezing inside my forbidden opening until it tickles. Hot kisses trail over my shoulders and the back of my neck as Dean positions himself. It’s all I can do to focus on the job at hand- Joe’s cock in my mouth- as Frank slowly fucks me and Dean’s dick nudges its way inside.
His cock scorches my hole- stretching slowly as he eases it inside. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he breathes into my neck as his hands find purchase on my needy tits.
Pulling back, I moan and lick Joe’s balls, wrapping my hand around his length to pump him while I do it.
The fire in my ass gives me a new thrill- each thrust a jolt of ultimate enjoyment. My whole body shudders with the overload of sensations. I’m not sure how much more I can take. Thrust. Lick. Thrust. Suck.
Suddenly, Joe’s cock bursts, the hot cum dripping over my leg and onto Frank’s chest as the man falls to his knees. I smile and close my eyes to focus on each feeling - each thundering thrust into my hungry body. Why did it take so long for me to see them? To realize they weren’t just crazy weirdoes but crazy werewolves who were madly in love with me?
Just then Dean stiffens and cums, his heat filling me as his body trembles. The smooth muscles of his chest flush with my back as he grips onto my stomach. I smile at his thickness diminishing inside me. Yes. This is how it should be.
I know I’m close again- the prickling build up of pressure fills my groin. But I want to cum with Frank. I want this to be special. I stare into the wolf’s bright blue eyes and he stares back into mine. Leaning forward, I meet his lips halfway and we kiss. Our tongues mingle together just barely as he pushes into my harder and faster than before.
“Oh. Oh. Oh, Frank,” I mumble as I tumble off the precipice into the intensity of the orgasm once again. Inside me, his cock bursts, the warmth overflowing into my gripping pussy.
Instantly his arms wrap around me, pulling me back to his mouth for another kiss. I give into him, trying again to catch my breath as my body rolls with the aftereffects of what just happened.
The other pack members join us in a pile on the garage floor, all of us dirty and covered in sweat as the rain makes music on the roof. As the fatigue sets in, I close my eyes to the sound of four other heartbeats pounding with my own. Four other people who have always been there for me only I was too blind to see it.
Frank slowly pushes a piece of hair from my forehead. “Welcome to the pack,
Red.”
I smile into his chest. I couldn’t be happier to join.
Beauty and the Wolf
I press the button on the elevator with my red nails and think for the hundredth time that day that I really should try to wear matching lipstick now and then. Maybe that would catch his attention. The ledger held against my chest like a shield, I practically hold my breath on the ride down to archives. I probably should have used the stairs- my librarian’s butt could use the extra workout- and it would take more time. More time to think about the man I was going to see. More time to prepare myself for disappointment.
When I get to his office I stare at the name on the door for a moment. Caleb Ulven. Strange, but he says it’s Norwegian. I looked it up once. It means ‘the wolf’ which fits him, I guess. My own name, Callie, means ‘most beautiful,’ but I’m not sure it fits me at all.
It’s not that I’m unattractive with dark brown hair and big brown eyes. I’m a bit pale, my cheeks always looked flushed in the cold, and my nose is straight and narrow. Full lips and a slight stubborn chin top it off. Sure, I could stand to use a few pounds. I’m no where near as thin as I was in college, my hips and breasts both expanded as I hit my thirties two years ago. Even moving around the library all day isn’t enough to keep me slim- but it’s not like I’m trying to impress anyone. Or at least anyone who would notice me.
Overhead, the florist lights flicker, and I knock twice on his office door. He always keeps it closed- just like he always arrives first and leaves last. We all know why, but it shouldn’t be a big deal in this day and age. It’s just a scar.
“Mr. Ulven, I have the ledgers for you to fill out,” I call.
For a moment, he doesn’t answer. Then, his clear deep voice rings out. “Callie, come in.”
Creaking the door open, I stare at his piles of papers and boxes, the dim light of the lamp is the only thing brightening the room. Caleb’s hidden behind his piles of work. The only thing I can see is the top of his dark head, the black hair messy.
“Where should I put it?” I ask, although I know exactly where he wants it. It’s just an excuse to stay in the room longer, to be by his side for a moment a day. God, I’m like a schoolgirl with a crush. Pathetic!