Page 38 of Feral Werewolves
Out of the corner of my eye, there was movement.
A wolf, dark black, no wolf I’d ever seen before, streaked out and collided with my midsection.
I went down onto the blacktop, and it scraped against my back, but I could feel that healing, even as the wolf prodded his way between my thighs. He threw back his head, howling, and he lined up his thick, dripping red cock with my pussy.
Okay, well, I knew this could happen. I knew it. I took deep breaths, waiting.
In the distance, I heard the sound of a porch door slamming closed.
I sat up, twisting around the wolf, trying to get away from him.
He swiped me with his paw, growling.
But there was a wolf on the porch, one of my wolves. I saw the glint of silver fur, and I screamed, “Kestrel!”
The wolf on me turned in the direction of the farmhouse.
Kestrel leaped off the porch, running for me on all fours, a long, mournful howl coming from his throat.
The black wolf bared its teeth, guarding me like prizedprey.
I tried to move, but the black wolf turned back, sank its teeth into my ankle. Ow. Fuck. Okay, I was coming again. That was confusing. I panted, the pain and pleasure dancing as the black wolf dragged me off the road and tossed me aside. Then, putting his body between mine and Kestrel’s, he held his ground.
Kestrel pounced on him.
It was a whir of movement, fur and teeth and claws, the sounds of whines and growls renting the air.
At one point, the black wolf had Kestrel on his back. He swiped at Kestrel’s belly, and Kestrel let out a yelp of pain.
I thought it was all over, and I was horrified.
But then Paladin and Lazarus were there. They all ganged up on the black wolf, until he gave up. He limped off, staying off one of his paws as if it might have been broken.
I gasped up at them, the wound in my ankle just now sealing over. It had been deep. “Sorry,” I said. “I couldn’t stay away.”
kestrel
I WAS ANGRYwith her.
So dangerous. Ridiculously dangerous. And I was out of my mind thinking that she could have been fucked by that other lone wolf out here. I didn’t know his name, but I’d seen him slinking around on full moons sometimes. Lone wolves were sometimes cool, but sometimes sort of deranged, like something in their brain had gotten broken, and now they were more animal than human all the time.
She was naked and smiling at us, and she crawled over to wrap her arms around my neck, sinking her fingers in my fur. “Hi,” she said. “Fuck, I missed you.” She turned to Lazarus, petting him. “And you.” And then Paladin. “And my Paladin, hello.” She rubbed her face against his fur, and he licked her forehead, letting out a little whine.
She ducked down and went straight for his cock.
Paladin acquiesced happily, straightening, tonguehanging out of his mouth. He panted and she sank her mouth onto him.
Oh, shit,lookat her.
She bobbed for a few minutes, then gave the tip of Paladin’s big red erection an affection kiss before turning to me. She sucked me, and I ran my claws through her hair, and then she gave my dick one of those sweet little kisses, too. “And Lazarus, can I say hi to your cock, too?”
Lazarus made a gruff noise but let her suck him. Of course he did.
I couldn’t handle it. I moved behind her as she had her mouth full of Lazarus and pressed into her pussy.
She made a pleased noise, popping off of him to say, “Oh, yes, yes, Kestrel.”
I dug my claws into her round little hips and fucked her briskly, my own tongue hanging out, panting as I rutted her. Something about it felt explosive, a push of the intensities of the moments before—the other wolf, the danger, her safety, her naked body, everything swirling up into a one pushing feeling that made my balls tighten and pleasure to shoot through me like an arrow.
