Don’t tell me it’s a surprise to you. They’ve been doing it to dogs and racehorses for years. Some say that they’ll be ‘chipping’ humans before long. They have those sort of tracking chips in cars already. It’s just a matter of time. Then, I ask you, where would you hide?
But the chip thing wasn’t why I didn’t leave.
While Fera slept, I touched her pelt. I got down on my knees beside where I’d laid her, and smelled her. I was in human form then. And sad. Terribly, achingly, sad.
I kept thinking back to what we’d shared, and knowing that it was a human connection, but what I was looking at--it belied that. Oh, she had shifted to human out there. Oh, my God, had she shifted to human. But I don’t think she realized it. She still acted a little like she was in crinos. Insatiable sexual appetite. Sensitized skin. Toe-curling screams of pleasure. And moans and sighs to make any man crazy.
What I really did, after I got over my self-pity there, was stare at her, wish her into human form. I want to lock her in. To human form, that is. I want to take her off somewhere, buy a little house with a picket fence, plant flowers out front and a garden in the back--and have children with her.
I don’t see us having cats or dogs, but we could get a bird.
She woke up a little bitchy. Threw my little fantasy right out the window. She said she was thirsty. I told her to help herself. I knew she’d have to shift to do that. Maybe it was too much to ask, since she’d only shifted a few times altogether. But I, honestly, had to know up front what we were looking at. So I could decide if I was up for it.
We talked a little bit about the hunt, kind of avoided the important stuff. I get the feeling that she’s not sure if she trusts me. But she’s with me, so...maybe I’m paranoid? I mean, I’ve got all those nasty little secrets, I could see her getting a feel for the fact that I’m hiding something. She works more on instinct than the average female, and all the females I know go pretty much on instinct.
Yeah, I’m paranoid.
Oh, hey. We took a shower together. This is another reason why I love her. She’s fun. She let me soap her down, and she returned the favor. And we slipped around each other, enjoying the silky feel of suds and skin. We had so many bubbles going that you couldn’t see the bottom of the tub. Yeah. We were in there awhile.
Fera dropped the soap with an obvious, “Oops. Look what I did.” Her big eyes blinked at me while she held back a grin.
Call me a guy. Too many locker rooms where soap went flying. You do without. Because sure as shit, the minute you bend over, someone will run up behind you.
I told her, “Better get it.”
Biting her lower lip, she shook her head. But it was mischievous, that look on her face, the gleam in her eyes. “You.”
This was one of those ‘battle of wills’ moments. Her brown eyes, so beautiful and young, took on the predatory pecking order bitch glint. It surprised me. I stood there, staring at her face--high cheekbones, fair skin...Fera has no blemishes, no light freckles, even. Framed by the white hair, she looks almost angelic and pure most of the time. You know, innocent. But not then. That was a moment of reckoning, I think. Who was alpha in our relationship?
“I’m soapy enough, thanks.” It kind of soured the fun for me. I didn’t like her tone, or her look, and she knew it.
She didn’t even blink, but her eyes changed their gleam, softened, and her lips, very minutely, curved at the tips. She asked, “If I go down, will you climb on?”
I teased, “I like a bitch on her knees. If you go down, will you go down?”
Her eyes flashed.
And she dropped down to look for the soap, saying, “Will you beg?”
Okay, so...no guy really likes to beg. But she was down on her knees, feeling around my feet, bumping her head against my manly parts. At one point, she reaches up, like my cock is in her way. It was kind of bouncing near her face. Heehee.
She grabbed on and squeezed, then pushed, backing me up.
“Hey! Whoa!” I wrapped my hands around hers and held it there. Yeah, it’s big enough to take two of my hands. I’m tall, what can I say? That’s part of what qualified me for Hood’s program.
So, I say, “Just slide a little. I think that’s all it will take.”
Squinting up at me because the shower is raining down on her, she says, “You aren’t begging, and you aren’t climbing on doggy style. What makes you think I’m gonna do a little sliding? You didn’t even ask right.”
I laughed. She tried to tug her hand free. I said, “Tell me how to ask right.”
You know, give me lessons in what you like.
Fera put a serious crunch on my cock and said, “I like a little, please.”
I thought it was funny. She’s pretty quick witted. And strong. She cranked a little more on my manhood and I was dropping to my knees, and I can guarantee you, I was begging. She wasn’t hurting me, but I wasn’t going to put it past her.
“All right. I’ll beg.” Her hold immediately loosened, and I let go. The position was a little awkward, and definitely slippery. I put a hand to her cheek, made her look at me and kissed her. I had intended to do a nice little peck, with a smile attached, but it turned into much more.
She rose up, wrapped her hands around my face and slid her tongue in my mouth, deepening the kiss with a desperation. I had to answer it.
The whole thing was very...needy.
And, by God, we somehow managed to fall out of the tub. I remember a whacking sound, a slap of my shoulder hitting the linoleum, and a whoosh as she landed on top of me. Oh, hell. Maybe she threw me out of the tub. Who knows?
We rolled around a little bit, played with a little groping. And finally she said, “I know what we need to do.”
I had no idea where her brain was going. I was afraid it was out of there. I was having way too much fun with the slap and tickle, grab-ass-and-cock game we had going on.
She slid around a bit. How the hell we had suds all over that floor, I have no idea. Okay, I do. That bar of soap had come out with us, and with all the water and it under us, it just kept greasing up the playing field.
Fera scrambled a bit, ended up on all fours, and said, “Climb on.”
Now, I know that she wasn’t connecting my little phobia with my hesitation. And I also had a bad experience lurking in the back of mind--with those damn losers, and, of course, that fucking incident when I was sandwiched between Giselle and Hood. You could say doggy style is not my favorite position at the moment.
I stared at her, a little sick. Reached out and touched the curve of her behind. She has a nice, smooth buttock.
“Come on, Jack. I’m waiting.”
I got up on my knees. I was having a really hard time with it. I wanted to roll her over to her back.
She groaned, “Are you going to do it or not?”
That made me move. After all, I really didn’t want to make her mad. I got in position behind her, ran my hands over her ass, spread her cheeks, slid a finger down the inside of her crack, probed a little at her butthole--just to see if she was paying attention.
She was. She said, “Hey.”
I leaned over her, asked in her ear, “That isn’t what you had in mind?”
“No.”
I teased, “But...it’s such a prominent feature from where I’m sitting.”
A little disappointed, she sat up and looked over her shoulder at me. “Do you not know how to do it in this position, or do you have a problem with it?”
That’s one thing about Fera. She’s right to the point. She doesn’t like head games.
“Bend over.” I mean, she was human, I was human, what was the problem?
“You sure?” Because she sensed I had a problem.
“What do I need to say, bend over, bitch?” I grinned.
She laughed. And she got back on all fours. I guided myself into her cunt. Well, I put the head at the hole, and then I complained, “This is hard on my knees.”
“Yeah. Mine too. Could you speed
it up?”
“I don’t know how this is gonna work for you.” I bounced off of her a few times, right there, where it was supposed to go.
“Oh. My. Gaia. Would you just fuck me already?”
I did. With my hands on her hips, I made a few jabbing strokes. It didn’t take much. She’d been teasing me for a while.
We didn’t move for several seconds. I just held her hips--hard against me. It was still new enough, doing it with her, that I didn’t want to let go. I wanted to feel every last drop pump into her. I don’t know if I’ll ever get over that feeling.
Fera waited until my hands relaxed before she asked, “So, I guess the begging comes later?”
“Promises, promises,” I told her. Then I gave her ass a little playful slap and pulled out of her. Sitting back on my ankles, I examined myself. I was still hard.
She turned around, and looked too. “Mind if I climb on?”
I wanted to spread my legs out, sit more comfortably, but she didn’t give me a chance. She straddled me. And looking me in the eye, she rode me. I helped a little, holding her by the waist--but really--she fucked us both. At first, I was just amused by her serious expression, and the little kisses she kept leaning forward to place on my jaw.
“You gonna work at this or are you just playing, because you know this is hard on my knees.” By then, I was starting to hurt a little. I thought about laying her down on her back.
She kept her up and down rhythm, but didn’t seem to be concentrating much on that. She said, “You know, the water is getting cold.”
“I know, it’s spraying my back.”
Fera has a very nice set of teeth, a pretty smile. She giggled, asking me this riddle, “How hot can you be when one side of you is freezing cold?”
“I dunno. Let’s see.” My helping hands got a little more aggressive. And, apparently, that position worked much better for her than the other one did. Who would have thought that my lupus lover couldn’t get off in the doggy position?
Making her reach orgasm, listening to her little moans of pleasure as she’s going for it, and feeling the spasms inside her body, clamping around my shaft...makes me hotter than hell. I don’t care that I’d already gotten off. I put her on the floor and finished my business again. Then I collapsed on top of her.
God knows how long we lay like that. But there finally came a point when she jabbed me in the ribs, and reminded me, “You said something about catching a plane.”
Did I mention that?
Hood had arranged for some travel, and promised me a job within Lobos. Not in sales. At the moment, my job was to companion his sister, to educate her a little on how the world outside of Pack City worked.
I kept going back to that. If he trusted me with his sister, then...I should trust him, right? But I knew Hood had some incongruities between his personal agenda and Lobos International’s agenda--because he’d allowed me all that computer access. That kept bothering me. Was he trusting me, or setting me up for a bigger fall? Maybe...to make himself look like the real hero of the day.
After all, he’d staged things, my stealing Fera from Pack City, to look like he was spearheading the hunt. He’d arranged for a several city tour of the world. But he’d already warned me that they’d be a jump behind us. And that he might manage to slip the pack and meet up with us, see how things were going, that sort of thing.
“Yeah.” I told Fera, “We need to rinse off and get moving.”
“What’s a plane like?” She’d seen them flying overhead. And I guess Kayty had taken her to the airport, but Fera had never been on one. “Is it scary?”
“Not really.” I got up, held out a hand to her, and then we both stepped into that damn icy spray. We made quick work of the rinse-off, let me tell ya.
And then I rubbed her down with a towel, gave her a quick pat down, kissed her feminine curls. Fera wrapped her fingers around my head and held me to her. So, I put my arms around her, and held on, too.
It’s moments like those, between the sex and the talking, that make me feel like...well, like I’m home. Like that’s where I’m supposed to be.
But I can’t have my face near her crotch for long without a reaction. I swear it’s the new DNA. Or flashbacks to the shake. I dunno which, but fuck.
I had to plant another kiss there on her pubic bone. She let out a little moan. Just a little, “Mm.” So, I put another one beside it. And that was it. My tongue snaked out, tasting her clean skin, seeking something more--that fluid that my nose smelled--her inner juices. Before long, I had her backed up against a wall, legs spread, and I was delving deeper. Suckling with nose pushes against her pubis, grinding my teeth a little as I reached farther in with my tongue.
She came while I did that, but I kept licking and sucking. I wanted all her juice.
That’s one of the things about Fera. I can’t get enough of her. And she lets me do what I need to do. She doesn’t push me away. In fact, she draws me inside of her, welcomes me, spreads her legs and holds on. How can I not love her?
When I finally quit, she laughed down at me. “You need to wash your face. I’m not kissing you until you do.” But then she planted a peck on my forehead and helped me up.
I washed my face in the sink. I had dripped dry by then, but the licking I’d done for her, knowing I’d made her come, that had gotten me ready again. I swear, I feel like a fucking rutting pig. I decided to not mention it. We needed to get dressed.
Fera had never worn clothes. So, going into the bedroom, looking through the closet, I was a little frustrated. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of that little problem. My stuff would fall off of her.
She padded around the bedroom while I said, “I can go get something for you. I won’t be long.” I pulled clothes on pretty quick. It was a little tough to get my pants done up with a stiff.
“You’ll come back?”
I looked over at her. “Of course I’ll come back.” But I thought about the time I’d spent contemplating just that.
She could see I was having trouble buttoning up my pants. “Let me help.”
Okay, this is funny. Remember, Fera had never had hands before. She’d been doing pretty well with basics. But buttons are a little tougher. Before long, she was on the floor, making hard work of it. I knew I could have done it ten times faster. But she was so intent, I just moved my hands out of the way. Well, she slapped them away.
The thing was, her breath right there wasn’t helping. The more she sighed over her task, and her fiddling fingers brushed against my skin, the more I thought, she’s going to unman me.
Finally, she undid the one or two buttons she had managed to get done and said, “These are too tight. You need something looser.” Matter of fact, just like that.
“What I need is to relieve the damn pressure again. I swear, Fera. I wasn’t made for this.”
“For what?”
“My libido being in overdrive. It’s...unnatural.” I said it without thinking.
The reproach in her eyes didn’t leave me guessing much. She was hurt over my choice of words. Or maybe the truth behind it.
She said, “Well, maybe you won’t be like this for long.”
“I’ve been a fucking werewolf for over a year now. It never quits. I swear, all the DNA pooled right there.”
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