3: Fera - Pack City

by Weldon, Carys

  And it’s to die for. Hard to resist. Puts every bitch within miles into instant heat.

  I know, sounds backwards.

  Look, I don’t make up the rules or how it works. I just know that when Leer had a close-up whiff of Kayty, the rest of us bitches couldn’t do anything but go hunting for him, and hope to get in on what he was putting out. Sometimes it turns into a multi-partner event. Worth watching, if nothing else.

  I wasn’t even ready. Yeah, I was a virgin. But damn, I think that night got me close. Ever been so close that you ache?

  So, Leer got Kayty back to her place, did the nasty with her. Okay, that’s not quite fair. She said that he did the most glorious, sniffing sex thing she could have ever dreamed of. You can read about it in her journal Leer: Pack Takeover. Don’t say aaaahhh. I’m gonna tell ya one better. And then, after they did it the first time...

  Chaos broke into the place. And he and Leer went at it, took out most of the furniture, rolled around like animals.

  Snicker.

  That’s when I showed up. Me and the rest of the pack.

  Kayty went down for the change, dropped to the floor. Probably the only thing that saved her from getting killed was the raging battle between the two brothers. The fight kind of had Tee’s attention.

  It was her job to take out the new bitch. Anybody else who tried would’ve had to go against Tee anyway. And, honestly, there was no one else dumb enough to try that. I’m telling you, Tee was a feral-fanged female. We were all afraid of her.

  Okay, so that whole vicious spate was going on. Two men, slicing, slashing, growling, gnashing. The air was thick with blood, testosterone, pheromones.

  The whole place felt like narcotic heaven. Guess that was the adrenaline flowing. Very intense. Totally helter-skelter.

  A lot of interaction. Not only were Chaos and Leer rolling around, busting up the place, but others were getting in on the energy. Whining, howling, guttural noises abounded. Little skirmishes broke out all over. All I knew was it was dangerous as much as it was exciting. I backed into a corner. I was torn between everything. What to watch?

  I spied Tee crouching close to the man-crinos-fight, absolutely intent on the outcome.

  Kayty landed in front of me. I don’t know where she came from, really. So, my gaze went back and forth between the two of them. I mean, Tee should’ve been concerned with what was going on with the new breeder bitch. But she wasn’t. Kinda freaked me out. I’m sure my eyes darted around. I remember being afraid and thinking, what if Tee thinks I’m gonna pounce this new chick? I’d have been dead. I knew I was no match.

  Maybe she felt assured that no one would do that. Hm. She was a confident bitch. With good reason.

  One thing struck me as I watched everything happening around me. Tee looked sick. Like, with worry. I mean, she was up for the night and what was happening, don’t get me wrong. She, unlike me, totally understood what was happening, what was at stake.

  She was totally intrigued by the fight, but also, nervous. Maybe I could smell it. Crazy how a wolf can separate scents, even in a busy room.

  The bottom line? I think Tee loved Chaos. But if he’d lost to Leer, Tee would have had to suck up big time. In every sense of the word. She’d helped Chaos put him in his place more times than I could count. Always keeping him down. Ya know?

  Tee would not have wanted to lose her position as alpha female in the pack. Too much disgrace. So, the winner of that fight would be the one she needed to be with. Forget that she and Chaos were two of a kind. Maybe had a real kismet thing going on. Tee was all about being on top. Nature of the dog and all that.

  Personally, I’ve seen more dog fights than I can count. I had never seen a breeder change. And I had definitely never seen a breeder change for the first time. Kayty’s experience was fascinating to me, and ultimately drew all of my attention.

  It didn’t last long, though she said it felt like it went on forever.

  But she was glorious when she stood up. Crinos is like--well, perfection. You’re bigger, better, stronger. Every feature of your body is more pronounced. And I guess that could be good or bad, but in Kayty’s case, she was magnificent. I can only hope to be that cool.

  And if she didn’t take to her change like a bat outta hell. She took on Tee, ripped her throat and then backed up for the champion.

  Leer.

  They did it doggy style, right there, in the middle of the room. Right after he did Chaos in, that is.

  So it was the best of all worlds. Feast. Blood frenzy. And honest-to-Gaia lust.

  Pure and simple, the dog in all of us came out.

  I remember distinctly watching Leer put his hands on Kayty’s hips--from behind, you know? Oh, how I wished it was me at that moment. I close my eyes and swoon over it. Sheer possessiveness. It doesn’t get any better than that, does it?

  I mean, when he stepped up to her, there was something gleaming in his eyes. The feral beast of a man-god. The alpha animal that is taking what he’s won.

  He was covered in blood. His clothes had been ripped off--or maybe he never had them on after he and Kayty did it the first time. I don’t know. The smell of them together was hot in the air with everything else.

  But it was like they were on center stage then. Light slid in from the window, playing over them like a spotlight.

  And all I really know is that when he reached out for her, there was nothing sexier. Nothing more male than him in all his glory.

  Leer in crinos seemed to be, well, all there is. The pinnacle being. I can’t imagine anything better. And that’s because he didn’t just take her. With all that frenzy going on, there was a tenderness in his handling. Does that make sense? He had a hold of her, like he owned her, but you could tell there was respect, too. I’ve thought about it a lot.

  We watched him slide his hands over her, squeezing a few times like he was testing the feel of flesh on her bones, right there at her hips and then his roving fingers curved around her body, flitted over her breasts, cupping them. She arched a little, tipped her head to the ceiling.

  My gaze narrowed in, then on what was between them. His throbbing, ready-to-go cock. It fit between her ass cheeks, standing up at attention, the head glistening.

  Briefly, Kayty squeezed his hands on her breasts, then pulled them free as she leaned over. At least, that’s what I remember. Could have happened a little different.

  Next thing you know, Leer’s running one hand back down to Kayty’s hip and the other up the center of her spine, actually forcing her to bend over more.

  There was a little air between them for a split second, and he dipped his knees to get under her, to slide up inside her cunt. But he didn’t plunge into her. I remember the way his big, hairy legs kind’ve straddled around the outside of her thighs and hips, possessively-like. And the moment before he pushed himself in.

  Leer tangled his hands around the back of her neck, into her hair. Not pulling, just...hanging on. So, when he finally made the move to get inside her, I was salivating, breathing heavy, in total suspense. I swear, it was like slow motion. Every tender caress etched in my brain.

  They did it a couple of times in a row, I think. On all fours, once. It’s all a blur. I just know he couldn’t get enough of her. Or she of him.

  He and Kayty have such a great thing between them. Makes me sigh.

  Oh, sure. I’d like to aspire to alpha. They say that my hormone change will have me looking at Kayty differently. Wanting her spot.

  Who couldn’t want to be with Leer?

  But I’m not all about that--quite--yet.

  Now, to be honest, I don’t look Kayty in the eye. She is my queen. I admire her. And she’s a fast learner. A little too clever. She makes no bones about how it is. She’s top bitch. And she proves it by backing up to Leer in front of us all the time.

  And, you know, it’s rather amazing that he can be so whipped by her juices and so virile at the same time. It’s like he found his strength in her.

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  Chapter One

  I close my eyes sometimes, and try to imagine what it will be like to be made love to.

  But all I get is teases.

  It’s hard to explain what it’s like to be a wolf. Smells rule your world. So all my fantasies, daydreams, start with fragrances. Oh, I love the scent of flowers and the woods after rain.

  The smell of a fresh heart.

  I’m a girl. Right?

  Hearts and flowers. That makes sense to you, doesn’t it?

  But I think the most intriguing thing to me is the difference between men. Some plaster on bottled colognes. I always wonder about that. I mean, to me, there is nothing sexier than a guy that has his own scent. Fresh, clean. The all-male essence that makes a guy his own man.

  But that’s me.

  Kayty laughs at me when I say stuff like that. She says that most men need help. All the help they can get.

  I say, I want one that is all natural. But I was raised in the woods. I’m used to seeing my kind without clothes. It’s hard to impress me.

  Okay, Leer totally impresses me. He has a cock the size of, well, I think it would need some serious lubrication to slide it in. But then, he literally drips with his want. Has all the females squeezing their legs together, friction-fucking themselves, licking their lips, thinking about doing things that would make him howl.

  But we can’t get near him.

  So, usually an episode with him and Kayty puts the crowd into orgy mode. At least, couples climbing on each other with no care to the audience. And those of us who haven’t hooked up, we just watch with our tongues hanging out.

  Are you curious to what that’s like?

  It’s actually kind of funny. Bitches snapping orders. Men on their knees. Women in charge of the tease. A whole lot of ass-kissing.

  And licking.

  Weremen have long tongues, and know how to use them. And those who don’t? They don’t last long.

  The last time Kayty and Leer did the deed in front of us, she pounced him. He was lying on his back, fully asleep, having what looked like a really good dream. His cock had turned into a rock rod.

  She stood over him for a few seconds, hands on hips, then looked around at the rest of us. Just her walking in had our attention. A smile on her face, she asked in her soft, husky voice, “How many people think this man should not be left to rest in peace?”

  We just chuckled collectively.

  Kayty’s pregnant. Did I mention that? So, she’s standing there, naked, her body round with the pups she’s carrying. Er, babies. Sorry. Definitely babies. Lot of kicking going on in there.

  Anyhow, she steps over Leer and looks down. She mumbles something about, “I gotta train him better. When I stand over him, he’s supposed to rise up and offer a little lip service.” You could tell she was thinking about calling his name, which would have made him sit up and, most likely, bump his face in her hootch.

  But she surprised us all. She dropped--rather lithely for a pregnant woman, I must say--onto her hands and knees. His shoulders and arms between them, if you can picture that. Her breasts, which are getting larger, hanging a little more with the weight of milk, pregnancy, or whatever, were barely missing his chin and cheeks. She rocked over the top of him for a minute, then hunkered her lower body down into position. Then, without warning or another word, she did a move that impaled her own body with his member.

  So, uh, that got his attention.

  I think Leer has nightmares that another woman will pounce him like that--and don’t think we haven’t all toyed with that idea. Anyhow, he absolutely pops his eyes wide open, automatically reaching out to get a hold on his assailant.

  Only she laughs, and he knows instantly that it’s Kayty.

  And he rolls her to her back in one smooth move. Yeah. Then he fucks her brains out, asking her the whole time, “Is this what you wanted?”

  And she’s absolutely, fucking screaming, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

  He asked, “What’s it take to get you to come?”

  And she says, “You losing control.”

  Pump. Pump. Pump. Slick. Slick. Slick. Slap. Slap. Slap--of skin against skin, in wet, very fluid, rhythm.

  His hips yanked and cranked harder and harder. His ass tightened up, and there was no question he was on the verge. And that’s about the time Kayty yells, “Wait. I’m almost there!” She’s tensing underneath him, writhing left and right, trying to get the exact spot, and he loses it then. Spills into her with repeated concussions.

  He had his body propped up on his elbows, I guess. I registered that later. And he cleared his throat, dropped his nose to her neck when he was done, and said, “Honey, you make me lose control every time.”

  She laughed, and squirmed some more. So he draws back and asks, “You came, right?”

  “Oh, yeah. But I wanna do it again.”

  Scooping her up with one arm slid under her back, around her waist, he rolled her again, kinda helped her up into a sitting position and said with his eyes closed, “This time, you do all the work.”

  Kayty wiggled around for a few minutes in an upright position, giggling. Guess he gets all tickly after he comes. She knows it drives him wild.

  He peeked. “All right, already. Stop unless you’re serious.”

  She bit her upper lip for a minute, merriment all over her face. She rubbed her nose. “Do me in crinos.”

  Leer laughed. He wasn’t doing anything but trying to sleep, and ignore her then.

  “No. Seriously. Do me something special.”

  “That wasn’t something special?” His hands rested on her legs. Huge hands, he’s got.

  Shrugging, Kayty played with him. “Well, I’ve had--”

  He thrust once, nearly unseated her. “Had what?”

  “Had bet--”

  Leer thrust again. His fingers tightened, massaged, kneaded, I guess you could say.

  “Tell me you love me.” She’s bossy.

  He laughed.

  She must’ve tightened her inner muscles, because he winced. She asked, “You like that?” She did it again. I could just tell, by the way her ass muscles bunched.

  So, by now, we’re all smiling. We’re all turned on. There was no doubt that she was going to mercilessly make him come again by squeezing his cock until he couldn’t help but let loose with more of his precious body fluids. At this rate, he’s gonna die a happy man.

  I looked to the left, seeing a woman on all fours, commanding the guy behind her to lick. To go deeper. His cock hung to the dirt, leaking, and she made him keep it up until he literally came like that, screwing the air, pressing his face against her with all he was worth--laving to her urging.

  And then, to the right of me, a woman stood upright, one leg up on a rock, a man on his knees in front of her. You got it, his tongue was in her, too. Her fingers ran through his hair while she watched. You could see when he got her close. Her ass tightened up, her fingers clenched. She wrinkled her nose.

  Why do these men service the bitches like that? Because in a pack, females are fierce. If they make a man an outcast, he’s done. At least, that’s how it is at Pack City. But I hear tell that other packs are different.