by Willow Wilde
“Okay, hit rewind for a second there, buddy,” I told him angrily with my palm held up. “Pack mates? Alpha male? What sort of weird frat boy bullshit is this?”
Langdon smiled at the others. “Boys…I think it’s time we showed her a little demonstration.”
The other two – Parker and Adrian, he had called them – smirked at each other and stared me in the eyes. I realized now that their eyes were a brilliant, piercing shade of green…had I missed that before?
But before I could focus on the details, the very air around them seemed to glimmer. Snarling, the men dropped to all fours, their bodies twisting and limbs swelling as their hair rippled across their skin and darkened. I screamed and threw myself back against the tree, for mere seconds later, I was confronted with a pair of wolves!
“This…fucking…night,” I murmured in half disgust, half fascination. “I mean…what the hell?!”
The wolves padded up to me, eying me strangely. I reached out and grasped gently at one’s fur, mesmerized by what I was experiencing. He pulled out of touch after a moment, and they retreated and changed back, immediately reverting back into the others.
“This is unreal,” I murmured. “I mean…holy shit.”
“And now that you have seen this, you will believe me when I tell you about your parents…”
~
“You see, he was a powerful man, your father,” Langdon continued. “Werewolf shifters in four states respected him, even those well outside his jurisdiction. He was a just man, a righteous man, and a role model for us all.”
“You’re saying…my father…was a werewolf. Howling at the moon, turning into some big wolf guy. My dad.”
“Not exactly. He was a shifter, unbinding him from the rules that afflict were-folk. You see, just like us, he could transform at will, but most importantly…he retained his intelligence. Your father did not lose his faculties, like typical werewolves. He remained just as sharp as a man as he did as a wolf…and some of his heightened senses remained when he reverted to human form.”
“So…what happened to him? Did he run off, and now I have to go find him? Track him down? Was he scared of being a werewolf dad?” I asked, bitterness seeping into my voice.
“Your father is dead.”
Another figurative gut-punch. I felt fuzzy in the head, reeling from this piece of information. They knew my grandmother’s name…they could turn into wolves…maybe they were making some of this up, but if they were right…it tore apart any fantasy I had of tracking the bastard down.
“Were-shifters typically pose no threat to their environment, to the people in them. They are peaceful guardians of humankind. However, there are humans aware of them. Dangerous ones. The man who killed him was a vicious murderer, one of the order we call the Hunters.”
“The Hunters?”
“An organization dedicated to the eradication of shifters,” Langdon told me. “Small in numbers, but committed. Efficient. Even with only a dozen members known to us, each with a different modus operandi, they’ve eradicated countless shifters in their reign of terror. A member of the order hunted your father down and murdered him cold blood.”
I felt sick to my stomach.
“Unfortunately, your father was not alone. He was with your mother. I don’t know where they were going, but I believe they were on their way to pick you up and flee the forest. They knew the Hunter had appeared, and they were desperate to reach you, even at great cost to themselves. They…didn’t make it.” He turned away, his face torn with emotion.
“This Hunter…he got them.”
“Hunters don’t attack humans. Even humans mated to shifters. But in this case, your mother was driving, and your father’s enemy needed to stop the car…”
I couldn’t take any more of this, and Langdon paused. Immediately at my side, he held me as I burst into tears, falling into his chest. It’s not fucking fair, I remembered screaming in my head. I can’t even remember either of them…
“Your father survived the crash, but he didn’t survive the attempt on his life,” Langdon whispered. “He took the Hunter down, but succumbed to his wounds. I was nearby – I had sensed the attack on one of our own. Regardless of him being my lord, I fled here as fast as I could…but it was too late. He was gone.”
With eyes full of tears, I looked up at him, searching his gaze. There was nothing but heartfelt compassion in them.
“But your mother was clutching to life, barely. I heard her last gasps, and I rushed to her side, showed her what I was. With her dying words, she made me swear an Oath – that I would watch over you, protect you. It was unusual for a human to make an Oath of one of her mate’s subjects, but I swore that I would defend you until the day I died.”
I was sapped of words, retorts, anything that I could possibly offer in exchange.
“I have remained in contact with your grandmother over the years. I’ve always remained close, keeping an eye on you – and tonight, I came to you as you lay dying in the city.”
It flashed across my mind. Everything was there; the drug addict, the gun, the pain…
My hand touched to my skin, where the bullet had penetrated. The pain was gone, and so was the wound. I ripped up my shirt and gasped when I saw the bare skin, free of damage. “What the fuck?”
“You did not turn into a werewolf shifter,” Langdon remarked. “Or perhaps you are a late bloomer. But your father’s rich blood runs through your veins, and some of the benefits to his lineage are yours as well. One is the propensity to heal mortal wounds through lust – coming to climax will bring you back from the edge of death, so long as your head is connected to your body and there is blood in your veins yet.”
“You’re saying that sex can heal me?” I realized how attractive I considered him, and how I’d been unable to peel my eyes from the rigid edges of his body. The other two weren’t too bad looking, either. Collectively, they were more handsome that every guy I’d so much as kissed in my life.
“Good as new,” Langdon smirked. “I am sorry for the discomfort earlier, but it was literally to save your life. All shifters can heal from sex. Arousal halts the mortal wound in its tracks, keeps the life force intact, but coming to climax will repair almost all. Sometimes it takes several sessions, or more intense lovemaking, but one will rejuvenate usually. It’s tied to our primal essence.”
“This is…so much to take in…” I murmured, licking my lips. “You know, ten minutes ago, I thought you were some insane fuck. But now…there’s so much. I just…” I took a step forward and stumbled, sliding back into his arms. “Shit, what’s all this?”
“You must still be weak,” Langdon told me. “After all, I carried you miles, stopping to keep you turned on enough to stop the blood flow. You lost a lot…I’d be surprised if you didn’t need more time to recover.”
A wicked idea had occurred to me, as I had let my eyes linger over his broad shoulders during his explanation. “My father was your lord, right? What does that make me?”
He paused, looking at the others. “I…don’t quite know, actually. We treated him as our king in these parts, as did all the others in these states.”
“Would you say I’m royalty? A princess, maybe?”
“I…suppose maybe so. You’re not a shifter, at least you haven’t changed yet…but the logic makes enough sense. What are you getting at?”
My sly grin stretched across my face. I’d figured out a way to save my birthday after all. “I wish to be good as new, and you went through all the trouble to drag me into the secluded woods…your princess demands you finish what you started.”
“Finish what I…?” The realization was dawning on him now.
Weakly, I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him close, whispering into his ear. “Fuck your princess, you brute. Don’t make me tell you twice.”
~
I expected hesitation, perhaps, but there was none. Langdon’s powerful lips crashed against mine, but I sensed quickly that I was not going to be the o
ne in charge – and I felt that appropriate. His mighty embrace swamped me into his thick, rippled arms, and I succumbed immediately to the intensity of his need. As our bodies pushed together, I felt his rock-hard passion pushing against my skin, demanding my touch. I reached down with an errant hand and outlined it against his jeans, tantalizing it as his tongue flooding into my mouth, dancing against my own. His musk filled my senses, commanded me to submit to him.
And submit I did.
His hands pushed down onto my shoulders, dropping to my knees in front of him.
“Pull it out,” he requested.
I could have flipped the dominance, but chose instead to allow him to subjugate me. Unzipping him quickly and unbuckling his belt, I tugged his jeans down his thighs, determined to unsheathe his weapon. What a weapon it was. Springing to life in its totality when released from its prison, his raging cock was horrendously long with an impossibly thick girth. It called for me, desiring more. Take me. Touch me. Please me.
“Use it,” he commanded, and I obeyed.
My lips parted around the bulbous head of his bobbing cock, and I tasted the droplet of his anticipation, sequestered over his slit. Its saline taste pleased me, as if a droplet of seawater, but something quite more. Within that drop was the first burst of his aching passion, and I knew that there was much more to come.
His hands were in my hair now, urging me down. My body shuddered. Descending down his shaft, I took half of his length into my mouth, my tongue sliding along it all the while. I withdrew now, not letting it leave my lips. Down again, then up. I concentrated on the motions, learning how they would feel, how I would react if I went down a little harder this time, perhaps came up a bit faster that time. I learned quickly, adjusting my body, the tightness of my lips around his cock, how my tongue flicked along his frenulum as I pulled back.
He needed more. Pushing me down harder, pulling me up faster, he did not appreciate the slow, steady approach. He used my mouth, propelling me gradually towards a poisoning speed, my lips flying up and down his cock. When he was finally satisfied with the depth and speed, his hands stopped forcing me, and I clasped my fingernails to his hips, clenching inward. I heard his groan as his fingers brushed my hair now. My bobbing on his shifter shafter was drawing growls, sometimes the odd little gasp, but it was clear that I was doing the proper job now.
The others watched. I couldn’t see them from my vantage point, but I could hear them, even sense them. They were stroking their own thick, juicy cocks, eagerly watching with a mounting hunger. They wanted a piece of me too, but I couldn’t possibly handle ALL of them…
A few minutes of blowing Langdon’s thick cock later, he drew me up to my feet. Kicking off the rest of his jeans, he grasped me tight to him, his lips inseparable from my neck.
“More,” I begged. “I need more.”
“Oh?” He murmured into my ear, his tongue teasing along the edge. “You want more, do you?”
“Mhmm…”
I was suddenly scooped up from behind, pulled away from him. My arms reached out to him instinctively as I cried out, but he was strolling towards me as I was laid down on the grass. The other two were holding me down, their mouths descending upon my breasts. Clutching them with nimble, dexterous fingers, their lips wrapped around my puffy, aching nipples and teased both nubs together — biting ever so gently, sucking warmly, and tonguing playfully. I pulled my arms free just enough to pull both of the shifters into my embrace, their heads caught in the crooks of my elbows as I grasped into their hair.
“Oh my god…” I mustered up from my throes of bliss, feeling both shifters worship my pillowy breasts. “Don’t stop, please, don’t…just…”
I felt two incredibly strong hands clamp around my legs, just south of my kneecaps. Prying my legs apart, it was Langdon, who was reaching down to kiss my lower stomach. He peppered his way down my body, hovering around my wet, aching chasm before continuing downward, becoming fascinated with the interiors of my thighs. His kisses were powerful now, longing, pressing into my skin with such ferocity and might that they sent shivers down my spine.
Another flick across my nipples, and my spine arched, my hands grasping into the tufts of Langdon’s curly hair. He continued to kiss away inside my thighs, unwilling to rise up sooner, and my hands settled back where they were — clutching the heads of the shifters pleasing my ample chest. Soon, however, he rose up higher, lapping lightly at the juices that had begun running down my creases, and I anticipated his hot, steamy breath on the exposed lower lips of my crushing need…
His lips found my hood, and his tongue expertly discovered my clitoris. Sliding against it powerfully, teasing it with various levels of stiffness, Langdon manipulated it with dexterity. My hands couldn’t stay where they were — they needed to be guiding him, clenching into him, holding him close. I grasped his hair again, digging my fingertips against his scalp as they grasped at his curls. Don’t stop, they silently begged. Please, just keep doing that.
Another flick, another twitch of the spine. I bucked my hips into his, and before I could indicate that my clit was growing too sensitive, he understood. Pulling himself slightly further down, his lips married with my own, sliding his wet tongue into the pool of juices that was my sopping pussy. He lapped away at them with a gentle, yet almost ravenous need. His tongue penetrated deeper into me, flatly working my folds, until he finally pulled himself free. For a moment, I was afraid that was it, that the pleasure was going away, but then I felt his stiff finger push into my body.
Another fresh set of shivers, another spark down my spine.
There were two fingers now, two beautiful, calloused fingers, gliding into my body and working my g-spot. I clenched into the hair of his head even harder now, pulling him back to my clitoris. I knew it was sensitive; I knew it would resist. But I needed it too much.
He sucked the engorged nub as he worked me with his fingers, and I felt a crushing orgasm spiral down my body, focusing on my pussy until I bucked. Holding him tightly into my yearning slit, I rode the wave of bliss until I dropped my head back down to the floor, temporarily fulfilled.
But I knew, as soon as I did, that they expected the same. All of them.
“That was fantastic,” I murmured, knowing what was to come. The other two shifters, who had been fulfilling my breasts so far, were withdrawing now. They pulled themselves to their feet as Langdon rose up from between my thighs. In the moonlight, his rugged shoulders were imposing, and I could appreciate his sheer height and build.
And for the first time, I was intimidated.
Parker and Adrian scooped me up from the earth, carrying me up into the air. I wasn’t sure what they were doing as they supported me on either side, their arms under my thighs. The seemed to be suspending me in the air as I held onto their shoulders with either arm, but then I felt Langdon’s cock. It was gripped in his hand, sliding along my slit in a rolling, teasing fashion.
They were offering me to their alpha.
I felt the head of his cock penetrate slowly, the head sliding into my wet pussy. My hips were being lowered now, as they supported me downward onto their leader’s thick shaft. It was already stretching my walls, pushing me to the outer edges of my comfort.
But I knew he needed it…and I needed it too.
They handed me off, as he took each of my thighs into his strong, muscular hands at the same tine. He was less gentle now, lifting my hips and dropping them to meet his rising needs. My hands wrapped backwards, embracing his neck behind my back as his crushing girth pushed up into my quivering lower lips. I wanted him so badly, needed him, that I bit through the pain and allowed my body to slowly adjust to the tempo. Every moment that I was almost comfortable, he pushed it faster and harder. It was a constant, exhilarating challenge. And as my chest heaved and my body bounced against his firm, stacked torso, I could see the others watching. I was completely on display for them, my nipples in a constant state of movement, and they were stroking themselves while hungrily ey
ing me.
They wanted a turn. Badly.
Langdon placed me back on my feet, guiding me down onto all fours. Positioning himself behind me, I felt the insertion of his thick cock as it reasserted himself within my quivering pussy. My fingers clamped into the grass as he powerfully fucked me, demanding everything from me with each and every thrust.
But my chin was pulled up from the ground, and the helmet of another thick cock was pressed to my lips. My eyes lifted upwards. It was Parker, determined to dominate my mouth. My lips obeyed, parting around his uncompromising girth. His hands controlled me, grasping a fistful of my hair and guiding my lips down his shaft hard, before pulling them back up, then back down again. He set a fast rhythm, and I relaxed my jaw and struggled to match it.