by Pixie Unger
Craig threw back his head and shifted as he came, Gus hurried to scramble out of the way while still holding his pack mate’s dick tightly with one hand. As Craig shifted his knot formed exactly where Gus’s hand was. Sarah pulled back from the wolfman she was sitting behind. Gus kept his eye line pointed at the floor while he waited for Craig to settle into this new shape. A moment later, Gus moved all the way out of the way and Craig shifted further to reach his stealth form.
That left Sarah sitting on the bed with a Leonberger for a moment. Craig turned his head, licked her cheek, then jumped off the bed, before padding over towards the space heater. “Hmm…” Sarah yawned. “Should I try to go back to sleep for an hour, or just have a shower and call it morning?”
“I’ll change the blanket, then you should try to get some more sleep,” Gus said as he walked out of the bathroom.
Sarah looked at him and nodded. She got up and headed to the bathroom. Gus quickly pulled the soft blanket/drop cloth of the bed and dumped it in the hall next to the basket of clean ones. He picked a grey one to spread on the bed.
He lay down, Sarah hesitantly lay down next to him. He spooned her up and pulled the blanket around them. Gus dozed gently, which is how he missed where Sarah started to hurt. She wiggled out of his arms and headed to the bathroom. Gus sat up. “Are you OK?”
“Yeah.”
Craig got up, got human, and followed her. As Sarah turned to close the door, she put her hand on Craig’s chest and pushed him out of the bathroom. “I’m taking a shower. I’ll head down for breakfast. Go find pants.”
Craig put his hand on hers. “You can have breakfast in bed.”
“Can I have a shower?”
“Can I join you?”
“Go take care of Gus.”
“Yes ma’am.”
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Sarah closed the door and locked it. She turned on the shower to full hot while she brushed her teeth. You could say this about the house, it took awhile for the water to get warm, but there seemed to be an unlimited supply once it did.
Last night had been intense. It was slightly blurry in a way that suddenly gave her even more sympathy for Sean. Her cramps had been the worst she had ever experienced. Then Craig… made them better. She felt like she should be embarrassed by that, but it was hard to be embarrassed when he was so enthusiastic and happy about it.
Yes, hormones released during good sex made you fall more in love with the person. She had watched the Ted Talk on oxytocin. But this was…
Nicole had talked about how the bottom line was emotions were really just the brain responding to different hormones the body was making at that moment. And that, Ulfurinn and Lupers could learn to smell those hormones in the bloodstream. That is all ‘smelling fear’ actually was. With practice, you could also smell lust (that was the easiest) and happy and sad and the complex cocktail involved in lying.
Craig and Gus had both absolutely reeked of lust. And Craig knew exactly where and how to touch her to make oxytocin in both of them. Sarah had never experienced someone else’s desire that way. She could perceive exactly how much he had enjoyed making her feel better. How pleased he was to be stroking her back… among other things. She may have started out the night with a ‘no dick’ rule but by the end of the first orgasm, she was prepared to renegotiate.
And he had said no.
He wanted to. Fuck, the boner tenting his shorts was painful to even look at. He had still said no. That wasn’t the plan. He had stuck to the plan.
Sarah got into the hot shower and scrubbed. She had blood on her legs and a few other places. She washed her hair and face. Then she just stood in the shower for a few moments and let the heat soak into her muscles. The thing that was making her embarrassed wasn’t having Craig go down on her while she was bleeding, it was how much she had enjoyed watching Gus and Craig together afterwards. And the few moments of combat form Craig after he came…
There is no way she should find a wolfman that sexy. Between the body hair, the claws and the teeth… Craig shouldn’t have been that arousing. Still, even just picturing him was enough to send her hand between her legs.
Ugh! Get it together! Sarah thought. She turned off the water and stomped out of the shower. She kept her socks and underwear in the bathroom vanity. It was just easier. She put on a pair of period panties and a sports bra and a wooly pair of socks that Gus had made for her. She took a deep breath and listened for sounds on the other side of the door before opening it.
Her room was empty. Time to get dressed and go find breakfast.
Mac was making eggs. Sean had set up a laptop at the breakfast table and was trying not to laugh at Marv’s attempts to find a gas fitter. Marv, being more of a hunt and peck typist, was familiar with the theory, but generally just let Siri do all his web searches. Sean was deployed when that didn’t work.
“Argh! Why can’t I just pick something and order someone to come install it?” Marv demanded. “It should be like picking out a new set of brake pads!”
Sean shook his head, “I think it’s a bit more complicated than that. They might need to significantly alter the house to run the gas line up from the kitchen. Plus, you might want to let Sarah pick out which one she likes.”
“What am I picking out?”
Marv stood up as soon as she entered the room. Sarah flinched. Marv sat down. “Uh. A gas insert for the fireplace in your room. It would warm the place up a bit.”
“Doesn’t this place have a boiler or something? All the rooms have rads.”
“Takes a long time to heat the house up. Then it’s too hot at night.”
“I can see that. Keep the place at 67 and everyone just puts on an extra sweater.” Marv and Sean shared a look that Sarah didn’t understand. “What?”
“How are you feeling?” Marv asked. It was clear that he was changing the subject.
“Fine. What’s with the look about the extra sweater?”
“I wasn’t expecting to see you today. Not that I mind, but… I was under the impression that you would be bedridden for a couple of days.” At the phrase ‘bedridden’ Sarah blushed bright red. “Uh…. I mean, I thought Craig was... um -”
“He’s busy for a while and I got hungry.” Sean jumped up and headed to the kitchen. He was back with an apple a moment later. “Thank you.”
“Are you OK?” he asked.
“Yeah. The world got all… I don’t even know. It was a bit like being drunk or high or something there for a while.”
“Yeah.” Sean whispered.
“The whole universe just narrowed down to sensation and instinct.” Sean nodded. Sarah continued, “I was really lucky to have Craig taking care of me. I can see how things could have gone really bad if he wasn’t.” Sean swallowed and nodded. Sarah was watching him, “Sean, do you need a hug? Because I think I might.”
Sean awkwardly held out his arms. Sarah hugged him. He stood ridgid for a moment, but when she didn’t let go, he sagged into it and hugged her back. And if his eyes started to water a little bit, neither Sarah nor Marv were going to say anything.
Mac came out of the kitchen and asked Sarah if she wanted an omelette just as Craig burst in looking panicked.
“Yes to the omelette. Can I have tomatoes, spinach and feta, please?” Mac looked a little green at that combination but he nodded. Sarah turned to Craig. “I’m fine. Are you OK?”
Craig was suddenly trying to act cool, hoping no one would comment on his nervous demeanor only moments earlier. “I’m fine, I was just surprised when I got back to your room to find you missing.”
Sarah shrugged. “I needed a coffee.” Sean hustled off to get her one.
Marv closed the computer and set it aside as he went to hold Sarah’s chair. As she sat, he rubbed her back and said, “Thank you for humouring me.” Then he kissed the top of her head and went back to his end of the table.
Craig also had a seat. Sean came back with Sarah’s coffee. She squeezed his hand after she took it. A moment later
Mac was bringing out steak and eggs and Sarah’s omelette.
“Where’s Gus?” Marv asked. Craig just looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “Ah, hell. Well, we aren’t waiting.” And with that, the boarding house reach started.
“Thank you, Mac, this is delicious.” Sarah said.
Mac blushed. “I don’t like spinach. I can’t believe you buy that stuff. But I figured everything is better fried in garlic butter.”
“Well, I can’t argue with that.”
Mac dropped his gaze to his plate. “Anything else I can help with today?”
Sarah finished chewing her bite of eggy goodness before she asked, “Would you have time to go for a run before work?”
Marv cleared his throat. “I would consider it a personal favour if you stuck around the house today, Sarah. I’m not going to say you have to, but… Damn, you smell good. Like bait.”
“Oh.” Sarah considered this. “Bait for… things that come out of the woods?”
“Yeah. And us.” Craig said.
Now she blushed. The Lupers around the table all tensed a little. Sarah noticed. “What’s wrong?”
“Craig’s being rude.” Mac said flatly. “Are you OK after last night?”
“Yeah, why?”
Craig smirked. “They expect me to be a ravenous monster because I was born well before the treaty was written.”
“Oh. Well, um… I’ve got no complaints, so… yeah.” Sarah could feel her ears burning.
Craig chuckled softly. “Neither does Gus. I’m good at following directions.”
Marv choked on his steak.
Sarah changed the subject. “If I’m staying around the house, can someone show me how to get Netflix in the ballroom?”
“Want me to stay home with you?” Craig offered.
Sarah shrugged, “That would be nice, but I don’t want to mess up the delivery time on the orders at the garage.”
Marv shook his head, “We can run half staffed for a couple of days. It’d work better if we could set up a rotation though. No one runs the paint booth like Craig. We don’t need him until this afternoon. We could do with Gus’s welding skills, if you can spare him.”
“Of course! I can just manage on my o-” Sarah stopped, remembering what Craig had said about the pack needing to take care of her and being ashamed when they couldn’t. “-own with Craig,” she finished with only a slight stutter.
Marv looked at her like he had noticed. “Sean’s on engine duty, but you could have me or Mac if you want a back up.”
Sarah considered this. “You want me to have back up.”
“Yeah.” Marv said simply.
Sarah thought about this. She thought that if Craig was gone in the afternoon, she wasn’t sure she would want Marv paired with anyone else. She felt comfortable with Craig. Marv was still sometimes intimidating. “Um… I suspect I’m going to just be dozing in front of the TV all day, but if you and Craig want to listen to me snore this morning, maybe I can play Nintendo with Mac this afternoon.”
Everyone nodded slowly. Sarah recognized the politics in action.
Mac glanced at Marv who nodded slightly. “I’m on KP today. Is there anything you want to eat for lunch?”
Sarah snorted. “Not unless you’ve been hiding mad pizza making skills.”
Mac shook his head.
Chapter 16
2000 - The Hack
Nathan Dai uses the Y2K Disruption to create new backstories and identities for all remaining members of his unit as well as adding a back door into key pieces of software to allow this process to be repeated. Page Owen and Jacob Painchaud were killed in action previously.
“Sarah? I want to talk to you about last night.” Craig added. “Before Marv gets here.”
Sarah closed her eyes and nodded. There was so much about last night that, in the cold light of morning went against her previously held views on how sex was supposed to go. She was mentally preparing for Craig to give her a failing grade or call her a whore or-
“It can be hard to get into a good headspace after you try something new, and I want to make sure you are ok.”
Sarah’s eyes flew open and she stared at him. Then she nodded slowly and said, “Yeah. I keep telling myself that it’s different now, but…”
“Yeah.” They sat in silence for a while, then Craig continued with, “Thank you for trusting me.”
“Craig? I need to ask some stupid questions and I need you to not laugh at me.” Craig nodded, so Sarah continued, “I’ve been… lonely all month, but you only offered to help me now. Am I only going to get period sex now?”
Craig didn’t laugh but it was a struggle. He cleared his throat instead. “You can have all the sex you want with whoever you want. We have to wait to be chosen. I was able to get away with suggesting it by saying it might not have occurred to you to ask. And even then, my propositioning you made the rest of the pack nervous that I was pushing for something you didn’t want.”
“So, all the sex I can work up the nerve to ask for?”
Craig nodded, unable to keep the smile completely off his face. Sarah shivered and smelled afraid and now he wasn’t smiling. “What’s wrong?” His heart clenched in fear as she ducked her head and actually took a step back from him. “Sarah, please tell me.”
“I was feeling lonely a couple of weeks ago, and you were all still very hands off.” She stopped and took a deep breath, then blurted out all in one go, “Igoogledwerewolfporn.”
It took Craig a moment to parse that sentence. Then he was horrified. “There isn’t any werewolf porn. There is human porn where one of the characters is a horribly stereotyped werewolf. Usually, a computer generated ridiculously large monster using some tiny girl as a masturbation sleeve who is either screaming, ‘You’re so big! More!’ or ‘Stop! You’re hurting me!’ depending on the fetish they are pandering to.”
Sarah nodded.
Craig rubbed the back of his neck. “OK. I want to just flat out say, that isn’t how it is going to be. Marv would tell you the Black Treaty was written for a reason, and he is right. But that only means that there are Lupers out there that we need a way to stop. This pack… we were all abused by previous alphas. All of us, in one way or another. Marv could have turned some random woman a hundred years ago if he wanted. But he made a conscious decision not to. And we all chose to stay with his pack because we respected that. Likewise, when we turned you, we made a conscious decision and it wasn’t ‘let’s make a sex toy,’ it was ‘we have a chance to try to keep you alive’.”
Craig thought for a moment before continuing, “In those clips the male is easily ten times the size of the female, and his dick is often as big at her head. And as weird as it is to be bragging about being smaller than that… we are. You can buy dildos that are bigger than an anatomically correct Luper dick. Hell, Nathan is a weird bastard and I’m pretty sure you can buy a life sized mould of his dick on the internet.
“We cum in combat form for a reason, it’s so that we can defend ourselves if something attacks while we are knotted inside an Ulfurinn. But you can’t do war with a three foot cock trailing along where it might get caught on something or whatever. It tucks back into our bellies when not in use. It isn’t that big.”
Sarah coughed. “Yeah… except horses do that too and they-”
Here Craig did laugh, but he got it under control, “Yes, a foot and a half long horse dick is impressive, but when you compare that to the size of the horse, it’s pretty much a micropenis.”
“Oh.” Sarah thought about this.
Craig wrinkled his brow as something occurred to him. “You watched Gus suck me off last night. Why are you still worried about this?”
“When you changed, you were too tall for me to see over your shoulder, all I saw was Gus scrambling to get out of the way!”
They both stared at each other in mounting horror for a moment. Finally Craig just said it. “Sarah? Would you like to see my dick?”
Sarah looked anywhere but h
is face and blushed hard but she nodded.
“I hate to be like this, but I need you to officially ask me.”
In a tiny voice Sarah whispered, “Craig, I don’t want to have sex with you just now, but can I see your dick for educational purposes?”
Craig grinned and stripped down. Then he waited until Sarah looked up at him. “For educational purposes, you may want to watch this.” He pointed down at his hardening member. When her eyeline dropped, he changed as slowly as he could. His balls snuggled up against his body and his dick turtled inside of him. Once he was all the way changed he took a deep breath and asked, “Ready?”
Sarah nodded.
Craig let his dick drop. Sarah gaped. Then she looked up at him in shock.
Craig steeled himself against her reply and asked, “What?”
“You have ridges!”
“Yeah, but they aren’t sharp.”
“And spikes around the edge of the head!”
“Not sharp! The skin is just like that!” Craig had thought he was five hundred years past embarrassment, but he was starting to feel defensive of his dick. “The point is, and I can’t believe I am saying this, it isn’t massively large.”
Sarah looked up into Craig’s werewolf face and past his muzzle into his now amber coloured eyes. “Biggest one -and I can’t believe I’m saying this- that I have ever considered trying.”
Craig nuzzled her hair. “If we are going to watch a movie, I should put my clothes on before Marv gets here. If we are going to do something else -”
Sarah handed him his shirt. “Thank you for showing me.”
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Sarah was already laying on the couch with her head in Craig’s lap and some chick flick on the TV when Marv came into the room. It felt a bit like he was intruding. He was headed over to his chair when Sarah asked, “Are you grossed out by feet?”
“What?”
“It’s just that if you sat at the other end of the couch, I could shamelessly use you a foot warmer.” Sarah explained. “But not if you’re grossed out by feet,” she added.