“Th-th-thank you,” Mia managed to stammer, still overwhelmed by how intense her orgasm had been. She didn’t know that she could possibly handle any more; her mind felt completely fried, all ability to think suppressed. Jack chuckled.
“See how good it is to submit? If you always submit to me this well, you’ll be a very happy woman indeed.” Mia blushed slightly, twisting underneath him to try and get better contact with his body. Jack’s hands began to dance over her, and Mia was surprised to find that in spite of her previous belief that she couldn’t possibly take any more pleasure, she was becoming aroused once more. Breathing in, she could identify the pheromones that Jack was radiating—she hadn’t realized it before, but that was exactly what they were, that was the source of the slightly musky scent that she had known was him, without understanding it entirely.
“If this is what submission gets me,” Mia said with a gasp, feeling the dull ache in her hips and the sharper, gnawing cramp in her shoulders, “Then I will be the most submissive woman you have ever met.” Jack laughed again and climbed off of her, and Mia suppressed her frustration; she had wanted to have him hold her, just for a few moments. Her irritation evaporated when he began to take off his clothes, unbuttoning the dress shirt he had worn to dinner and pulling it off quickly, letting it fall to the floor before he started on the waistband of his pants. He unbuttoned and unzipped, pushing the fabric down off his hips and pulling his underwear off with his trousers, stepping out of both and standing before her. Mia hadn’t given much thought to how Jack would look naked, but he paused for just a moment to let her appreciate the view; he was leaner than Caleb, though there were lines and ridges of muscle along his chest, arms, abdomen and legs. His cock was not quite as long as her erstwhile lover’s, but Mia could see that it was thicker, standing proudly erect, almost touching his flat stomach as he stood there.
“Do you like what you see?” Jack asked her with amusement in his voice. Mia nodded, her mouth watering at the sight of his cock, the lean, wiry muscles of his frame. For just a moment, Mia wondered what Jack would look like as a wolf; abruptly she decided that she wasn’t ready for the knowledge, and that she wanted him to stay in his human form for as long as possible—at least while they were both naked together.
Jack climbed back onto the bed, covering her body with his own and touching her everywhere at once. “Have you ever given a blowjob while tied up?” he asked her in a low, husky voice, kissing her lightly but passionately on the lips. Mia shook her head.
“I’ve never been tied up before… in bed at least,” she admitted, blushing. Jack grinned.
“Remember then, I’m not going to hurt you. But I think you’ll enjoy it.” He shifted her slightly, moving her around so that her arms were spread slightly wider, even as her wrists remained trapped over her head. He straddled her chest, and Mia felt her heart pounding slightly, felt her rising apprehension at the thought of her helplessness. She had never had any problem with giving oral sex; she enjoyed it, particularly with Caleb, in spite of his size making it more difficult. But in the position she was in, Mia wasn’t sure she was entirely comfortable with the idea.
Before she could demur or ask him to reconsider, Jack was carefully bringing his cock to her lips, rubbing the tip of it against her sensitive skin. The smell of musk intensified, and Mia felt her arousal cresting as she opened her mouth almost without thought, taking him in. The position made it slightly awkward to suck and lick at his cock, but at the same time, the submission implied in the act, her helplessness, intensified her desire to perform well. She was doing this purely to give Jack pleasure, and the only tool she had available to her was her mouth. Mia sucked and licked, twisting and turning her head and neck in order to be able to take more of him into her mouth. After a few moments of letting her adjust to the novel position, Jack’s hips began to move, pushing him deeper and deeper past her lips. Mia realized that it wouldn’t be possible to move her head the way she normally did, but the position made it possible for Jack to command the pace, and she tingled all over, feeling a mixture of power and vulnerability as Jack’s movements began to speed up.
Mia felt Jack’s pleasure increasing, sensed the tension in his thighs as he came closer and closer to orgasm the more aggressively she worked her mouth on his cock. She wondered, fleetingly, how she would ever manage to swallow when he came—the position wouldn’t make it easy. The headboard began shaking from Jack’s grip on it as his hips started thrusting harder and faster, pushing his cock deep into her mouth, and Mia struggled to keep from choking, feeling his balls colliding with her neck, the tip of his cock brushing the back of her throat. She breathed as well as she could, fighting down her instinctive fear and focusing on the task at hand, telling herself that she would handle the job of swallowing when it came up. Above her, Jack was growling and moaning, and Mia felt his cock twitching inside of her mouth and sensed him on the edge of orgasm. The smell of his intense musk filled her nose, making Mia all the more turned on by the novel situation, and she began moaning as well, lashing her tongue along the shaft of his cock, reaching down with the tip of her tongue to swipe at his balls.
Fortunately, she didn’t have to worry about how to swallow; she was almost disappointed as Jack pulled back at the last moment, shuddering from the need to hold back his orgasm. Mia was panting for breath as he climbed down off of her chest, slithering along her body to straddle her hips instead. “As good as it would be to finish in your mouth,” Jack said between gasps for breath, “Why don’t we take advantage of your natural birth control instead.” The comment almost stung, but then Mia realized the import of what he was saying and nodded, eager to feel him inside of her.
To her surprise, she felt a tugging at her wrists, and the tie that bound her to the headboard came away. Mia’s arms fell to the pillows and she moaned at the sensation of renewed circulation, the intense pleasure of relief from the pressure increasing her sense of urgency and desire. The next moment, Jack had lifted himself off of her, and was quickly turning her over onto her stomach, pulling her hips up and pushing her knees into place. “Moan for me, little she-wolf,” Jack murmured, reaching up between her legs and stroking her clit firmly. Mia gasped, pushing her hips back against the contact, the tingling pleasure shooting out from her pussy, making her pull herself up onto her elbows. She moaned obediently—not because Jack had told her to as much as because the tingling, intoxicating sensation of his touch demanded it, ripped the sound up through her throat. She felt Jack’s hard cock pressing up against her and pushed her hips back once more.
Jack thrust into her hard and fast, driving past the initial resistance of her body and slamming into her all at once. Mia moaned again, feeling how full, how tight she was around his hard cock, barely able to hold herself up but struggling to do so to keep that sensation he gave her. Jack began to move immediately, not pausing to let her get accustomed to his girth, instead rocking and thrusting his hips up against hers. He brought his hand down against her hip, right at the crest of her ass, and Mia yelped in surprise, the sound dissolving into a cry of pleasure as the tingling heat added to the friction of Jack’s cock slamming into her. She knew that she couldn’t possibly last very long—that neither could Jack, as close as he had come inside of her mouth, and Mia’s body began to move without thought, her hips pushing back in counter to his thrusts, her legs tightening, her inner walls gripping him as he plunged deeper and deeper inside of her. “Oh, Jack—oh yes, yes,” she moaned out over and over again as he thrust faster and faster.
When his fingers found her clit once more, Mia could hold back no longer; she cried out, almost screaming once more in the intense pleasure that rocked her body, wave after wave of it washing through her. She felt Jack’s cock twitching inside of her and heard his growling, low moan as he reached his own orgasm, his pleasure shooting deep inside of her as they continued to move together through their climax. As the spasms began to abate, Mia collapsed onto her stomach, panting and so thoroughly satisfied
that she couldn’t imagine anything else in the world she could want. Jack slid out of her and wrapped his arms around her tightly, their sweat-slickened bodies coiling together in the dark as they both drifted off.
Chapter Eight
The next day, Mia was still a little sore, but so satisfied that she couldn’t possibly regret her decision. “Still feeling good?” Jack asked her as she woke up next to him in his bed, her body still humming with the endorphins of good sex. She smiled and nodded, cuddling close to him. “Good,” Jack said with a faint smile, pulling her close.
He made breakfast and told her more about the community of werewolves that he was Alpha over; Mia was fascinated by the idea of such a secretive community living in the midst of normal humans. Jack told her about the hierarchy, about the dynamics of command. Out of the public venue of the restaurant, he told her about his responsibilities as the Alpha of the group; he was the one who made all of the decisions, he was the one who was ultimately in charge. The luxury of his house was a reflection of his status; he made good money, and part of his responsibility as Alpha was to make sure that he always had plenty to contribute to any members of the pack who were going through difficult times. He was also responsible for enforcing the rules of the pack, making sure that there was no cross-mating that would result in malformed children, or mating with humans; if members of the pack wanted to breed outside of the group, it was understood that Jack would be applied to for the possibility of contacting other werewolves in other places around the world, so that a suitable partner could be found. “Once we discovered just how difficult life was for half-wolves,” Jack said with a look of sympathy at Mia, “The pack decided that we would have to find other ways to widen the gene pool. There aren’t many wolves anywhere in the world—we’re all scattered around, in small packs—but most other packs have similar problems.” Jack’s pack was the first one to spread the word about the consequences of mating with humans, though he said he knew that there were some less-civilized wolf packs that still engaged in the practice—though he didn’t know why, given the problems that the offspring of such partnerships encountered.
Jack suggested that Mia should consider joining him. “I know that it’s a lot to think about,” Jack said, as they sat around after breakfast, Mia not quite ready to leave and go back home, “But do you think you would be willing to be part of the community? You are half-werewolf, after all, and you’ll continue needing the medicine for the rest of your life—you might as well take part in our society.” Mia considered it carefully. “We’re basically a big, extended family. If you joined us, you would be part of the family.” Mia had been lonely since her mother had passed away. She had never been very close with her mother’s family; her mother had been something of a black sheep, having had a child not only out of wedlock but as a result of a one-night stand, and some of her exclusion had been transferred to Mia when she had been growing up. Mia wasn’t even sure how many—if any at all—direct relatives she had alive still.
She agreed to join the group, reasoning that Jack was right; she was going to need help managing the condition that her werewolf inheritance caused in her, and she might as well be among people who could understand, who knew what was happening in her life. She might not be able to participate fully as a werewolf, but she wouldn’t be so lonely, perhaps. It sounded more like a club than a true “family” the way that Jack had described it—with every member of the pack having their own position, and the strict hierarchy based not only on how strong the wolf was, but also on seniority and other factors. Mia did worry that as someone who couldn’t participate fully, she wouldn’t be entirely welcomed—or embraced—by the rest, but Jack was so convincing that she was willing to at least give it a try.
She agreed to let Jack take her to the group’s next weekly meeting; in addition to their meetings, Mia understood that Jack also was “on call” in his leadership role as the Alpha at all times. He arbitrated disputes among members of the pack, made decisions about what they were going to do in the future. Mia learned from Jack before the first meeting she attended that the group was planning on pooling their money and purchasing a larger stake in the space where they hunted. Hunting, Mia learned, was a vital part of the werewolf identity. Some of the members of the pack were professional hunters, their wolf-attuned senses giving them the edge over other humans in the field. The professionals typically hunted pest animals—predators who would go after livestock, raccoons, and more. Even those who had regular jobs, who blended into normal, everyday life seamlessly, enjoyed hunting with the pack. It was an activity that solidified their status as wolves; it was easy for Mia to understand how it would be a good way not only for them to indulge in their other natures, but also to bond as a group.
Mia was apprehensive about her first meeting, changing clothes a few times before Jack picked her up. He liked riding a bike, like Caleb—but he also had a car, and used it as his primary transportation. Mia was vaguely aware that the fact that Jack would be introducing her to the pack as a whole was significant; he had told her that she would be by his side, and she reasoned that the girlfriend of the Alpha must have some sort of status. The fact that she was only a half werewolf, and that she was being introduced as the lover of the Alpha, was part of what made Mia apprehensive. What if she wasn’t acceptable in the eyes of the pack? She almost decided to ask Jack to go to the meeting without her. But Mia had never been a coward; in spite of her misgivings, she followed through and went down to Jack’s car when he arrived at her apartment. He approved of her outfit with a grin, suggesting that he would have to disappoint the pack by taking her away from the meeting early—so that she could come to bed with him. The comment reminded Mia slightly of Caleb, but she let the allusion, unintentional as it was, leave her mind. She was with Jack now, not him.
She found, to her surprise, that the pack welcomed her with open arms. Mia was almost stunned at how approving they seemed to be when Jack introduced her; when the formal part of the meeting was over, and everyone was dismissed to talk amongst themselves and socialize, Mia found herself snagged from Jack’s side by a couple of the women of the pack, who guided her to a chair and made sure she had a drink. “It’s good to have another woman in the group,” Lila, one of the upper-rank women, said with a grin. “Too few women and the men think they’re running things on their own terms.” The other women echoed the sentiment with laughs, and Mia found herself plied with drinks, and listened to stories about hunting outings, as well as town gossip that assumed a different flavor when told from the perspective of the werewolf community.
Mia got to know individual members of the pack gradually over the course of several weeks, going to the meetings a few times per week with Jack. She figured out quickly that the members of the pack were introducing themselves to her a few at a time, interested in getting to know the woman that Jack claimed as his lover; for the first time in years, Mia felt as if she belonged in a group—in a family. Though she tried to forgive Caleb for his underhanded behavior in getting her to meet Jack, since it had resulted in her being part of a bigger group of people who could understand her, who valued her, Caleb remained cold and distant, avoiding her whenever possible.
Mia couldn’t quite understand it; if he had never had any interest in her, if he had only wanted to get close to her in order to convince her to meet the pack, then why was he so reticent now? Mia hadn’t renewed the subject of her sense of betrayal, and when they did have to talk to each other, she was polite and respectful—maybe not quite friendly, but that was as much in reaction to the man’s chilly demeanor and avoidance of eye contact as it was because she wasn’t entirely sure how she felt about him. She tried to ignore it, but the fact of his distance and aloofness bothered her. Mia decided that instead of pining for a connection that couldn’t possibly happen again, she should focus on what she had gained in the pack.
While she was getting to know individual members of the pack, she started getting to know Jack more and more thoroughly. Mia
found herself sleeping in Jack’s house more often than in her own apartment, and though she was far from ready to agree to moving in with someone—after the breakup with Gary, Mia was still a little gun-shy—she was comforted and intrigued by his dominant, enthusiastic sexual style and charisma. She found herself drawn to him more and more; Jack took her out on dates regularly, finding off-beat things to do on nights when the pack didn’t need him. They went sky diving one weekend, they spent an afternoon and evening at the fair, and Jack took her camping far from the reaches of civilization, deep in the woods, where they made love in the tent all night and into the morning. Mia was surprised by how much she enjoyed sex with Jack; his initial performance was not at all a fluke, and while he rarely used a knife on her clothing afterward, Mia found herself learning more about being tied up than she had ever thought to know; Jack was inventive, and on their camping trip, she found herself thoroughly turned on when Jack tied her to a tree and ripped her clothes off, having his way with her in the deep privacy of the quiet woods.
There was a lot that she didn’t know about Jack; in spite of her openness with him about her past, about her opinions and preferences, she found that her partner remained somewhat reticent about discussing his own background. She knew that he couldn’t have possibly been single his entire life before meeting her, and Mia wanted to know if she would be stepping on any toes among the pack’s females, so that she could clear the air if needed and make sure to have a good relationship; since she was his girlfriend, it seemed to Mia as if she was a sort of almost auxiliary, someone who should be on good terms with everyone, like a first lady or the wife of a governor. But Jack brushed her questions aside, changing the subject or pulling her into his arms aggressively to begin seducing her, and Mia told herself that it didn’t really matter; eventually he would open up to her. There were things about his position of the Alpha that Mia knew she could never fully understand—things about being a werewolf that she knew would never be comprehensible to her, since she would never experience them. She was glad to have Jack’s affection and decided that she should just be contented with that, without looking for more than he was yet willing to give her.
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