Fated Mates: The Alpha Shifter Boxed Set (12 Book Bundle) (Insatiable Reads)

by Hunter, Adriana

  Dutch

  Martin passed out my share of the Ecstasy. One of the few disadvantages of being a Wolf was the fact our metabolism was so high, trying to get a buzz on and keeping it long enough for a bartender to bring the next round was almost impossible. There was also that delicate line between finally getting drunk enough to enjoy yourself and then passing out. Good thing our livers healed just as fast as the rest our bodies. A few months ago we had discovered a tab or two of really good X stayed in your system for a couple of hours. It made shifting a real trip--the only drawback was after wolfing out, your senses were so heightened all you really wanted to do was roll around on the grass or lick the fur of the closest Pack member. If we kept this up, we should rename “Run” to “Mellow.” As I was swallowing, it occurred to me this was a major plus for Davis--no one on X would ever Challenge the Alpha and risk harshing the Mellow.

  I'll say one thing for Davis--he's really good at timing. We finished off our drinks while he did his usual opening speech reminding us we're the proud members of the Fangzahn Clan. I was starting to feel the Ecstasy when he finished and then dramatically pointed up to the Moon Rise. The combination of the Change and the X was mind-blowing. I looked around and almost everyone else was also looking around at each other because it was so--so fascinating. Whoa. Wolves. Cool.

  Before we could spend the night doing this, Davis let out a howl and several answered him, although even stoned, I noticed few were in the same key. I thought that was funny. Then I laughed again because I thought how funny my laughter sounded when I was furred. It was more like a cough.

  The Pack members started off in different directions, with no obvious purpose or concern. But that's a lot of what a Run is all about. You just let go of anything you've been holding in all month and just embrace everything. And if you bring down a deer, that's a major bonus. If you mistook a cow for a deer, well, you had to deal with that the next day.

  I didn't really feel much like running. I sat there and licked my paw, which was so interesting, I continued to do it. I considered licking my other paw. Then a light breeze brought in another scent. This one I recognized right away. Pussy alert! I swung my heavy head around, like the needle of a compass seeking North. I was seeking nookie. There! Now that was a motivation for running. I wondered if this was Mikah's woman,but why the hell would he bring her out here again?I ran faster.

  Delia

  Oh, yeah--there went the howls. I glanced at the clock--the exact time Google had let me know moon rise would be. Now I just had to spread my legs and wait. Bree had finally confided in me a lot of werewolves were apprehensive about doing it with most human women because they were so skinny they looked like they would snap like a toothpick. I often felt the same way. But Bree explained women of size were valued because we were obviously strong enough to take whatever we were given. Hell, I learned long ago not to wait for what I was given. I had learned to start taking. I wondered how long it would take for somebody like Mikah to show up.

  Dutch

  I could smell the mixture of fresh pussy mingled in with the weird combination of floral scents that obviously didn't belong in a rainforest. I shot forward and skidded to a stop when I saw the largest RV I had ever seen. I panted for a moment, cooling off, but also catching on my tongue that puzzling something that wasn't shampoo or cologne that almost masked the fragrance of pussy.

  Delia

  I kept looking out the window, waiting for what Bree called a “Furry-American.” I just hoped after her description they didn't stay in wolf form. That would be beyond kinky even for me. PETA would probably hear about it and hunt me down. I heard something near the door and left the driver's seat. I had kept the main door open with the screen door shut. Sure enough, a big gray wolf had his tongue hanging out, looking expectantly at the RV. “Looking for something, Big Boy?” I opened the screen door, showing off my assets. I don't know if a beautiful sexy woman wasn't what a werewolf saw every full moon and he was in shock, but his eyes grew wide and I swear his tongue hung out even more. As I watched, his amber eyes took on a more golden color.

  I turned and called over my shoulder, “So are you coming in?” Just like a man, his ears perked up and he jumped up on the step and followed me. I had gone ahead and rented the RV that featured a King-Sized bed because I liked to be prepared. “Turn around and let me see you from all sides.” He spun like a puppy chasing his tail and for a moment it looked as if he would tip over. I wondered if he was just drunk on excitement. It's not as if a wolf gets drunk, right?

  He looked exactly like the wolves Google and the websites on wolf preservation had shown me. I guess “Wolfmen” just showed up in the movies. Fine by me--that would probably be like doing it with Chewie the Wookie from Star Wars. That wouldn't make it on my bucket list. “I don't want your muddy feet on my bed. Do the Change thing and let me see what you look like most of the month.”

  Dutch

  Wowsa--big and beautiful, just like the ones who had seen her described Mikah's woman. I was very aware there was no scent of Mikah, or any other wolf in here, or on her. I shifted and looked down on her. Most humans look tall when you're wolf height. Now that I was back at 6 foot 2, she was probably around 5 foot 10 or so. And nice and soft looking. All I wanted to do right now was to cuddle her, but I realized that was a major effect from Ecstasy. It made you real touchy-feely. The horniness would kick in a little later. But this babe looked like she was the no-nonsense type. The fact she was naked and giving orders to a werewolf was a big hint. A part of me wondered how she knew where to park her RV, but I figured Mikah or his woman had told her. Jesus! We got ourselves some groupies now!

  Delia

  Ok--he was worth the cost of the RV and the outrageous cost of Bree's lube. Mikah looked like a fitness model, but mine looked like he could push most NFL quarterbacks over and run off with their football. Big and Beefy with hair the color of dark chocolate. He was a lot more hairy than the picture of Mikah in his bathing suit. Extra points for that. I loved to rub my fingers through a hairy chest. And I did. Sweet. “So--what's your name?”

  Dutch

  “Dutch,” I smiled. I loved the way her fingers felt combing my chest. Her palm hit my right nipple and that got my interest. Normally my nipples aren't sensitive, but I guess the X had changed that. I slid my hands over her shoulders and arms because I wanted to know what she felt like. She felt so good, I wanted to keep going.

  Delia

  "Hold on, Dutch. I'm in no hurry, and believe me, I like to be in control.” I led him over and with my hips, bumped him onto the bed. I ran my tongue over his lips. As he sighed in pleasure I clicked the handcuffs on him with the ease of long practice. He looked surprised and then started laughing. Ok, not the usual response, but I could work with that. I straddled him, bringing my sweet sex spot closer to his mouth. His eyes shut and he breathed deeply. I bent down to nibble on his lip when suddenly I heard another howl from outside. “Don't go anywhere,” I told him, putting my finger on his full lips.

  I opened the door and there were two more wolves looking up at me. One was solid black and the other was a little bigger and was almost cinnamon colored. “Party was about to start without you,” I told them. “Change and get your asses up here.” I moved toward the bed when I heard one jump inside. I turned around and he did that wavering thing Bree had described, rearing up on his hind legs and it seemed as if he were made of smoke and just kept going. He looked like the Black guy who had been doing the Old Spice commercials. It made me wonder if there were any ugly werewolves. No wonder they keep themselves a secret. Otherwise they'd have women (and men--you just know there have to be gay werewolves) all over them all the time. Number Three was close behind and when he stopped swirling, he looked like a professional swimmer. I suddenly wondered if anyone had ever seen Michael Phelps or Ryan Lochte on a full moon. His reddish-brown hair was buzzed short.

  Frankly, they all looked stoned out of their minds, and I wondered how easy it was for Bree to carr
y on a conversation with Mikah. Just as well--I didn't rent a RV to interview them. “For now I'll just call you Huey, Dewey, and Dutch. Get over on the bed with Dutch. If someone else gets here he'll just have to wait. You snooze, you lose.” I didn't have enough cuffs for more than five guys. I should have just bought in bulk. Too bad Walmart doesn't carry them. Believe me, I checked. Speaking of checking, I put my hands at the bottom of the new guys' ballsacks and slowly pulled upwards. I was rewarded with feeling them get hard and their cocks growing to follow my hands upward. They felt feverish, but Bree had mentioned werewolves tend to run hot. I had thought she was talking about sex. I should have known.

  When I looked up, both of their eyes had gone an almost molten gold color. I looked back over at Dutch and his were now the same shade. I must be doing something right. I ordered them to take their dicks and get next to Dutch the way I had just told them to do. In another minute they were all cuffed. They looked at each other and started laughing. Again, not the response I was used to, but given the state of their erections, everything seemed to be working. I put my foot on the bed and leaned forward, giving them a better look (and sniff) at the goods. That changed their schoolgirl giggles into a hungry silence. Good.

  "I don't know about you," I said, turning and pulling out a black leather bag, "but a full moon makes me horny." I pulled out my favorite strap on dildo that the Funfactory calls "Share." I let them watch me insert the silicone Share inside myself so I could stimulate my G-spot and clit while I was using the other end to get all close and personal with my first Wolfboy. "Ever hear of pegging?" I asked, adding a little rasp to my voice.

  Three heads shook "no" as if they were all connected. Sigh--virgins are extra work. "It's real simple. While I'm wearing this, one of you is about to get your prostate massaged. You do know where the other end is going to go, right?”

  Dutch's eyes widened, and seemed a little more golden. "That's awfully big," he said in a small voice. "I don't know if I could fit that in. Maybe you have something smaller?"

  I bent over, letting my heavy breasts brush against his cheeks. That brought his cock to full attention. "I was told you guys can heal from almost anything as long as it doesn't involve silver. This happens to be silicone, so you're safe. I think you're a big boy, and once you get used to being filled, you'll have no problem.” I took a pair of latex gloves out of the black (magic) bag and made an extra loud slapping sound with them. Dewey actually flinched. I took Bree's lube and squeezed some on my index finger. The stuff started out as brown, but once I started rubbing it together it went clear. I stuck my finger in Dutch's ass, first starting shallow, pushing as much lube in as I could. I began to make small circles to get him to relax. When I felt that happen, I added some more lube to my middle finger and continued, making sure I got the lube in as far as possible.

  I glanced over at Huey and Dewey. Their eyes were practically glowing. I wondered if I got them to the point of orgasm, would I be able to read a newspaper by their eye glow? I would save on my battery.

  Dutch tightened again, and I went back to pushing and spreading my fingers in to get him to widen. "Relax, Wolfboy. At this rate you couldn't survive a pencil dick, let alone what I've got planned for you." I spread my fingers a little more and felt him respond. When I thought he was ready I pulled my fingers out and added more lube to the end of the Share.

  I circled around his ass with the tip of it, then gently pushed it in about an inch until I started meeting resistance. I pulled it out and added more lube. I was making sure it was spreading. I kept repeating this, going in deeper each time. I could barely hear Huey and Dewey breathing. "Ok, Wolfboy--roll over because we're about to do this doggy style."

  He looked confused, but followed my instructions. I had him spread his legs more and lean forward. His cock was big enough in this position where the tip was touching the bed. I had him just where I wanted him. His cock was hard, but got even harder when I rubbed the lube on to the tip. "This isn't a hand job, Wolfboy. I'm just getting you ready." I pushed him back into the position. I started to fuck him and as I put my hips into my motion, it forced the tip of his cock to rub against the bed. I could feel his body tense, although he wasn't tightening up around the Share. "Oh, Dutch," I whispered, "you're a real bottom boy, aren't you? You really like the feel of this, huh? Can't get enough?" I thrust harder, figuring if what Bree had told me about their healing speed was even halfway true, I didn't even need for any of them to have a safe word. I really liked that idea and speeded up. The pressure was giving me bonus points in my own clit.

  I slowed down a little, but pushed further, which increased the amount of his cock that was sliding across the sheet. Dutch was breathing heavy now. "I wonder which one of you is the biggest bottom? Will it be Huey, Dewey, or Dutch?" I sped up again and Dutch gave a little yelp and exploded across the sheet. I pushed him over roughly. "Did I tell you that you could come, Wolfboy? Did I?" I loved the look of embarrassment on his face. I took a finger full of the splooge and used it to mark an X across his chest.

  "You've been a bad boy, Wolfy. Don't they teach you discipline in your Pack? From what I've been reading up on wolves, you need to know you aren't the Dom. That would be me." I turned to Dewey and yelled at him. "You! Get up on your knees and start stroking that limp dick of yours. I want it getting hard." I squeezed some more lube into the palm of my hand and slathered it on Dewey's dick. He smiled and started to rub one out. "Enough!" I yelled. "You--Wolfboy who doesn't follow instructions--move closer to Dewey and give him a blow job. I want to watch. I bet Huey does too. Get that mouth busy!" I knew the lube was organic and could be used for oral, but I figured if werewolves could chow down on a deer they had jumped on, the lube wasn't an issue.

  Dewey's head rolled back and he was doing a sort of choking laugh. Dutch looked as if he had some experience, or he just had natural talent. I didn't figure Dewey's bar was set very high. "Lick his balls," I instructed Dutch. "Lick them really, really, slowly. And Dewey--if you come before I give you permission, I'll make sure you're going to be extremely sorry." Doing three guys at once is a lot like the old act of spinning plates on sticks. You had to keep giving attention to everything. Dutch and Dewey seemed to be properly occupied.

  "Huey!" I yelled, and I got a satisfying jump from him as a reward. "Good to see you're awake. Lay flat!" I started again, doing the lube and fingers up his ass. I suppose he had been paying enough attention where I didn't need to tell him to relax. I pushed the lube in a bit deeper, and spread my fingers. What the hell--as long as I wasn't wearing silver rings I wasn't supposed to be able to really hurt them. I grabbed more lube and pushed in a third finger, and then a fourth. He started making little squeeky sounds. Dewey and Dutch looked over and I told them to do what they were ordered to do. Dutch made a slurping sound and I went back to Huey.

  I pushed him completely flat on his back, then put a couple of pillows underneath him to get his body to the height I wanted. Reaching back into my black leather bag, I took out some bondage tape and secured his hands to his ankles. I noticed the other two slowing down, apparently trying to figure out what I was doing. "It ain't gonna suck itself!" I yelled at Dutch. "How much punishment do you want?"

  I needed him vulnerable and this helped. I started pushing in the Share and he took it more quickly and easily than Dutch had. "Guess I know who's in the running for the biggest bottom, Huey." I reached down and tried to grab his balls, but they were just a little too far away. In my attempt, my breast swept against his cock and he made the squeeky sound again. I wondered if there was such a thing as a butch werewolf. "You--Dewey--switch places and start sucking on Dutch. Pay extra attention to his balls. You're not allowed to come yet!" I figured that would help delay his orgasm. God knows I was in no hurry.

  I pulled out of Huey and the Share made a satisfying "pop." I leaned over to feel around in my bag and pulled out a black leather strap, about a quarter of an inch wide--three feet long. I quickly started wrapping it around his balls,
creating what I thought of as a proper werewolf leash. I gave it a tug and was gratified to watch Huey react. Yeah, that would work. Now for some decent cock and ball torture. And the best part--anything I did would heal. These guys were the best toys I've ever had. I wondered if they healed as well when it wasn't the full moon. I'd get around to asking later.

  I lubed up the Share again, enjoying my own reactions as every time I pushed against his ass I pushed against my clit. If I angled just right, I also hit my G-spot and it was such a win/win. While I was fucking him, I used the loose end of the leather strap and whipped his cock, then yanked on his balls. He let out a sharp breath. "You think you're special? Just because you're the biggest bottom here doesn't make you special! You don't get to come until I tell you to, either!" I looked over at the other two, who were trying to watch everything I was doing while keeping up their assignment. Maybe there was some hope for them after all.

  I went back to Huey, using the strap as a leash, pulling his balls closer to me as he let out a low moan. "No coming!" I screamed at him. I was having the best time. I slapped his cock with the end of the leather strap even harder while I continued to peg him with stronger thrusts. When I thought he was right at the edge, I pulled out of him and he kept doing shallow breaths.