Henry would send tingles up my back with his penetration, and I would arch against him. This display would cause a chuckle to rise out of him as he tested himself. I would cry at his departure and sigh once more on his re-entry.
My body had never received such attention from another, where it was worshipped so personally as to leave me shivering and wanting. My cravings had always been taken care of alone and in the dark.
Henry's thrusts would soon become harder, more forceful, and I would cry out in ecstasy at the slapping of his thighs against my own. Jack's kisses would become hungrier, his hands more demanding, kneading hard at my breasts. And Zack... there would be a fervor in his eyes that he would find difficult to ignore. He would join his brother at my breasts, licking, biting, sucking the pink flesh of my nipples until he wouldn't be able to take any more. With a slight look of shame, he would straddle my chest, his erection filling my vision, and I would smile up at him before taking him between my lips. He would smell of clean soap, lilac-scented. Sparse hair would tickle at my nostrils as I would make eye contact with him, watch his face turn even redder as I would bury my face against the flesh of his stomach, his entire length almost down my throat. A gentle hum would stiffen him, make his stomach muscles jerk with pleasure, and my tongue would curl around his length as I would bob my head on him.
Touching myself, exploring swollen, hot, wet folds, pressing fingers deeper into my body, finding the bliss I was looking for.
It would be a tangling of limbs and mouths against our bodies and mouths and genitals, the room hot and stifling with sweat and panting breaths that left little room for fresh oxygen. I would find myself on my side, upside down, taken from every angle that only heightened the pleasure. Grunting growls from all four of us would sound in unison as they would each take their turn with my body, sometimes in solo form, other moments all three together.
I felt myself clench down on my intruding fingers, felt the curl of my knuckles until—
The moment was short-lived, as the guilt stamped down on the moment of pleasure. It was not my place to see them as some kind of sanctuary. I was not a part of their pack, and I had no business stirring up trouble with them for my own euphoria. There were rules to follow, courtesies to be made before I could even entertain such a thought. And even then, there was no reason for them to indulge in my fantasies.
Oh, but how tempting it was, in my desperation, to ignore all my responsibilities and live life to the fullest. I'd come so close to death that I was eager to feel alive again, even if that broke some rules in the process. To forget that I was supposed to be in charge of so many lives. At times, the responsibility felt too heavy, but I couldn't exactly just pass it on to the next person like it was a tray of cookies to be shared. It was a position I had vied for at a young age and worked towards; I couldn't just put it aside.
I sighed as I stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel, sweeping the lustful thoughts out of my mind. It was still warm, and I hugged it around sensitized body, desperate for the lingering comfort of the hot shower. Another towel wrapped around my hair, and a third around myself again to keep away the cold. I had lost a lot of blood in that fight, and although I was healing quickly, it was going to take some time for me to regain all of my strength.
Before I could decide on anything else, I knew I needed to contact my pack and, at least, them know that I was all right. It had been a day since we had... I had left, and they were probably worried by now. I dried myself thoroughly before I held down 3 on the speed dial on my cell phone. It rang a few times, and a worried voice answered.
"Mia?"
"Joan. Yes, it's me." I exhaled quietly into the phone. I was glad she was the one who answered the phone and not someone else. Joan was one of my closest friends and always vouched for me whenever there was doubt about my mission results.
"Oh, thank god you're alive! We were so worried about you."
She sounded stuffy like she'd been crying for a long time. She would be for the rest of the night once she heard what I had to tell her.
I informed her that the others were dead, that the bears got the better of us and that we still hadn't found the cub. That it was likely the bears had him, and that would mean coming up with another plan to get him back. She listened to it all in silence, and long after I had finished. I gave her whatever time she needed once I heard a small sniffle. She was always a bit emotional.
"And you? Should we send a search party to find you?" she asked.
"No!" I found myself exclaiming a bit too loudly into the phone, and I wasn't quite sure why. Maybe I didn't want them to know about the brothers; if they were choosing to exile themselves from this war, then they didn't need to be brought back into it. They'd made that abundantly clear.
Or maybe I just wanted to be alone a bit longer with them. That daydream still lingered...
"I mean, I'm safe. I found some kind people to stay with for the time being, until I'm healed up. Then I'll head back. Until then, have the others see how many numbers we can spare and how we should go about this. I'm going to need some better intel to work with in finding our cub. Apparently other cubs have been taken as well. See if you can get some info from the nearer packs. Maybe we unite to come up with a better solution."
"All right. I'll let them know. And Mia?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry. About Jacob."
I took a breath to compose myself and forced a smile on my face.
"Thanks, Joan. I'll—"
There was a sudden knock on the door, and I smothered the phone against my towel, as if I'd been caught in some deviant act. I didn't know why, I had nothing to hide really, but I still didn't know these men. Their story could be half true; that they were exiled for some nefarious reason instead of simply choosing to leave. This could all be a ruse to keep me here and turn me into one of their breeding mates and churn out children for them.
The thought soured my disposition and I decided I needed to keep up my guard. Keep them at a distance until I was sure of their intentions.
"Who is that?" I heard the muffled voice on the other end of the phone, asking. I still had Joan on the line.
"Don't worry about it, Joan. I'll call you again later if anything comes up, okay?" I whispered, and quickly ended the call before she could respond. I was afraid that one of the brothers had heard my conversation and were investigating how much I had told Joan. If I was trying to stay off any pack's radar, I would be a little suspicious, too. I swallowed hard against the lump in my throat and tip-toed over to the door.
6
As I pressed my ear to the door, another knock startled me.
"Who is it?" I asked. I suddenly found myself looking around the room for something to use as a weapon. A roll of toilet paper would hardly suffice.
"It's Henry. We heard you scream, and I came to check on you. Is everything all right? Did you fall? It's not the spiders, is it?"
"Why are you asking... are there spiders in here?!" I examined the room, slightly frightened I would find arachnids in the corners, but to my surprise, there were none. I breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door a crack.
"Are there—"
"No, none. Sorry to have startled you. I just... almost slipped on the floor getting out of the shower, is all." I felt like the lie was better than confiding the truth. If they wanted to remain separated from their pack, then they probably wouldn't take too kindly to me being on the phone with someone they didn't know. I could be a spy for all they knew, giving away the location of their cabin. If only. I still didn't even know where I was.
"Ah, okay. Here, let me help you back to your room so you can get dressed." He looped his arm around my waist and escorted me out of the bathroom. He didn't give me much of a choice to gather my things, but I figured I could always pick my phone up later.
Up we went until we were back in the small room I had woken up in. In this new light, it looked a lot cozier, though a little barren. I wondered whether it was a spare
room for guests or reserved for some... other special occasion. Still, it was relatively clean, cleaner than I'd expect three bachelors to keep it.
"Stay here, I'll get you a shirt. Sorry we don't have any pants that will fit." Henry eyes took in the curves of my body through the towel before disappearing into the hallway, likely to fetch said shirt.
Not that I expected there to be pants that would fit. The brothers had a good foot and a half on me as is; I'd be dragging around the legs of any pants they loaned me. They also weren't curvy in any sense of the word, and my hips alone would strain the denim.
"If you have a pair of boxer shorts, that should be fine," I called out after him. I was going to have to make do without underwear for the time being... not that it was really a detriment at the moment. I could still feel the tingling between my thighs from earlier.
Henry returned with a pair of boxers and shook them out a little. Probably to make sure there were no holes in them. He took a seat next to me as he lay the boxers in my lap, his feet swinging back and forth. "You know, it's been a long time since any of us have had a woman here. It's... nice." He ran a hand through his jet black hair that ran almost past his shoulders. That persistent smile on his face wrinkled the corners of his eyes, which twinkled with mischievousness. His shoulders were narrow but muscular, and he had a laidback, hunched posture that spoke volumes about his attitude.
"Is that true..." I tried not to look his way and chose to stare at the shorts in my lap. Part of me wanted to ask him to leave so I could get dressed. But the rest of me wanted him to stay... and watch me drop the towels to the floor.
"It is. Listening to my brother bitch all the time... I think he just really needs to get laid. That might lighten him up a little. What do you think?" he asked with a Cheshire smile and a wink. One look at his face and I could tell he wasn't being serious. I gave him a playful shove and he rocked to one side, chuckling softly to himself.
"To be serious, though, it really is nice to have someone else around for a change. Remembering that there are others out there like us." He looked a little hurt, and I rested my hand on his to provide what little comfort I could offer.
"Nothing's stopping you from going back to your old pack." Though it was unlikely they would accept the brothers. They might have been family, but wolves were proud and didn't take too kindly to someone turning their backs on them.
"Heh. If only." Henry ran a hand through his hair. I could see that something was eating away at him. It was a stark contrast to the playful person I'd met only an hour ago. "Jack says it's better this way, relying on only ourselves. That way, we're all getting a fair share instead of fighting for someone else."
His statement raised a lot of questions, but it wasn't my place to ask any of them. I was merely a guest, and I didn't plan on being here very long.
"Maybe your brother's right, but if it's not what you want to do, then he's not giving you much freedom, is he?" I asked.
Henry looked down at my hand and then at my face, a revelation glowing in his eyes. It was like I'd helped him turn on a lightbulb he'd been searching for in the dark. Bewilderment melted into a smile and he cupped my face in his hands.
"I could kiss you," he said softly, and then he did just that. It was a short, quick peck to the corner of my mouth, one that still tingled long after his lips had vanished from my skin. He beamed at me and flicked a wet curl of hair from my cheek. Just like Jacob used to do.
Maybe it was my desire to relive all the missed moments, all the skipped opportunities in the name of duty that led me to draw Henry closer by the shirt and plant a kiss on his lips. Or maybe I was still delirious, eager to feel something, to feel alive again at that moment, that parted my lips and tilted my head to deepen the kiss. Or it was possible that there was an actual attraction there, and I wasn't one to deny it, to find some delight to smother my mourning. Whatever the reason, I wasn't going to ignore it.
His tongue was warm against mine, still flavored with stew from the stove, prodding and gentle. I could feel him smile against the kiss, felt his thin hands curl around the back of my neck to keep me pressed against him. Fingers curled into my hair, gave a playful tug, and his smile deepened as I sighed against his lips. I was on him again before he could have much of a break, my hands searching the undiscovered skin of his back. Muscles rippled beneath every touch of my fingers and returned the same in kind with caresses to my shoulders. His fingers danced along the edges of the towel, teasing playfully, never venturing too far to reveal what was just beyond. And I liked that. The inevitable game of hunter and prey, toying with one's food before the final strike and receiving satisfaction. No, Henry meant to drag this out as long as possible, and I had no problem playing along.
A quick pull of my wrist and I was on my back, out of breath and surprised. He was over me before I could recover, his jet black hair hanging in front of his eyes.
"Hope I didn't hurt you..." he whispered as he touched my side. I told him that I was fine, that everything was healing up nicely before he dove back in with his biting kisses and probing tongue. I arched against him, eager to feel his legs around me, eager for those infernal pants to be out of the way. My lips were left bruised when his mouth vanished and found roost against my neck. His kisses continued to travel south, along my collarbones and down to the top of my breasts. His belt buckle rang, fabric shifted, his other hand traced up my thigh, and—
"Hey!"
Henry and I almost fell off the bed at the sudden pounding at the door. He quickly fumbled at his belt to do it up, and I tightened the grip on the edges of my towel, drawing them closed to cover myself up.
"Who…" I cleared my throat, my voice buried under the lust that still coursed through me. "Who's there?"
"We're ready to go! Time for the hunt."
Jack sounded a little upset, and I glanced at the small clock in the corner of the room. How time flew when one was having fun.
"I'll be right out!" I called out and turned to Henry to whisper. I didn't need to get him in trouble with his brother.
"Thanks for the clothes. We should... uh, get going before he gets more upset." I smoothed out the front of my towel as I stood. My face still felt flush from the... attention he'd showed me, and though every nerve in my body was screaming for more, I knew that now was not the time. We had work to do and I was eager to get back out again and help wherever I could.
Henry scratched the back of his head and turned away, looking a little disappointed. It couldn't be helped, but if we were lucky, there could be time for more of this later.
As he ducked out, I heard a small gasp before the door closed behind him, and then the muffled yells of Jack. I couldn't make out any of the words, but it wouldn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what we had probably been up to, and apparently, Jack didn't approve of that. My best guess was that he thought Henry had forced his charming nature upon me instead of a mutual affair. Which was no skin off my back; there were no real rules to follow since these brothers were separated from their packs.
I left the clothes aside for now—there would be no need until we got back and headed downstairs in my towel. The three looked a little surprised that I hadn't gotten dressed, even more so when I dropped the towel to the ground. Had they really been without female company so long that they had forgotten what the female form looked like? Zack quickly averted his eyes, Henry rang his tongue over his lips, and Jack's eyes never left mine.
"You boys have really got to get out more," I whispered flirtatiously as I headed to the door, my naked body before them for the ogling. I didn't give them much of a chance, however, and dropped to all fours to begin my shift. The cold wind against my barren skin was instantly repelled by the coat of fur, and I sprinted off ahead of them. I yipped happily into the air, though there was still an ache in my side, and I darted between the trees in a small game of hide and seek.
When I glanced over my shoulder, I saw the three brothers chasing me; Henry was in the lead, the breeze blowi
ng through his dusty grey and brown fur. Jack quickly followed and was already passing him, his black fur short and immaculately kept. Zack trailed behind, his small, light brown body finishing the last of its changes as he pawed through the snow. They were all eager to catch up to me and looked delighted at the small bit of fun I was encouraging. All but Jack, at least.
He passed me easily and his golden brown eyes met mine for a mere second before he led the chase. His posture was almost regal, and it was admirable how he continued to lead his brothers despite their situation. He was reminding me a little of Jacob, serious and soft, but knew how to focus on his duties. That made him all the more intriguing.
It wasn't long before he'd caught the scent of prey and led us in an arc towards the right. Pines gave way to smaller shrubbery at the crest of a hill, and he came to a halt amongst them. Perched low to the ground, Jack's ears swiveled to and fro, tuned into the grunts and complaints of the musk ox down below. Zack and Henry settled on either side of him; I chose to remain at the back and follow their lead.
Minutes passed before Henry dropped his head between his paws, ears pinned back, tail swishing back and forth slowly. He was bored, tired of waiting for his brother's command. His impatience was understandable, but so was Jack's annoyance. This wasn't something they could rush.
When Jack's ears finally perked erect, I knew it was time and raised myself off my haunches. I licked my lips in anticipation and took a testing stretch to see how well my side would fair. Still some lingering pain, but nothing that would slow me down.
He was off like a bullet with us in tow. We'd gotten a few feet before one of our prey turned its head and saw us approach. It raised its head with a bellow and took off, away from the herd. The rest soon followed, not wanting to take the risk of being caught with their heads down in the middle of an attack. Mooing bellows ensued, and it became a mad dash to find a suitable creature to separate from the herd.
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