Page 51 of Feral Werewolves
Lazarus’s lips might have quirked a little, towards a smile.
Kestrel did not look amused. “This is it, exactly, though. You all want to play house with her, let her bake us cookies and play with our dicks, and it sounds nice to me, too. I also want to play hide and seek with my cock and all her holes. Iwant her just as much as you do. Whatever this fucked up mating bond thing is, it’s affecting me, too. But I’m the leader, so I can’t do that. Because I also have to protect us, all of us, including her, and the safest thing for everyone is to send her back.”
“It’s not, though,” I said. “You’re only thinking about physical safety. If I go back there, away from my mates, I won’t survive in another way, a deep-down way.” I touched my chest to illustrate.
Kestrel scoffed.
“And you might not either,” I said, gesturing around. “Maybe you need me that way, too. I don’t know. I think we might all need each other. I really think—”
“If we are dead,” said Kestrel, “it doesn’t matter.”
I was quiet.
“How’d you do it?” said Lazarus softly. “How’d you get to us without any of the other wolves fucking you?”
I looked up at him, surprised by this subject change.
“What’s that got to do with anything?” said Kestrel.
“Did they leave you alone?” said Lazarus, raising his eyebrows. “Maybe they scented something—”
“We all had to fight that lone wolf off,” said Kestrel. “You were fucking there. He was two seconds from raping her—”
“Can you let her talk?” said Lazarus, glaring at Kestrel.
Kestrel rolled his eyes.
But then they were both looking at me.
I spread my hands. “They didn’t leave me alone, exactly, but they did scent something. They smelled my, um.” I blushed, which was dumb, because they’d seen me naked and fucked me in all my secret places, and what the hell? “My pussy,” I muttered, “and then they kind of backed off. But I started running, and that made them chase me again, and so I realized I had to walk away from them instead of running, and then they let me go.”
Lazarus grinned. “There.”
“What?” said Kestrel.
“She’s ours, that’s what,” said Lazarus. “That scent. It’s a thing. I read about it online. It apparently hits your wolf in aweird way. You can override it, obviously, but a part of you doesn’t want to. Griff’s wolves, they may not want her as badly as you think they will.”
Kestrel furrowed his brow.
“Also, I don’t know,” said Lazarus. “Maybe I’ve lost my damned mind, but what if it works out? This place out west, they started encouraging one-on-one fucking during the gatherings, and the tithes started mating left and right, and the wolves, once they were mated, it soothed a ton of the aggressive tendencies that were happening in the area. Once they had a mate to take care of, it was like they just stopped engaging in all these petty fights for resources and food and even status. It’s—”
“Mates cure everything, huh?” said Kestrel sarcastically.
“I don’t know about that,” said Lazarus, “but it’s something.”
“Yeah,” I whispered, “this is sounding like some kind of incel wet dream.”
“Huh?” said Kestrel.
“You guys know about incels?”
They blinked at me.
“It’s, um, involuntary celibate men, mostly big dorks who live in their parents basement and post angry things on Reddit—” I broke off, shaking my head. “You know what? Never mind. Not important. I mean, there’s a world where we can all make arguments about how men are not entitled to fuck women and that women should get to choose and stuff. And then there’s the world that the four of us actually live in, where…” I shrugged, feeling my chest tighten.
Was this a good idea, my coming out here?
Or had I legitimately lost my mind, my will, and my identity? Did I even belong to myself at all anymore, or was I just a vessel for werewolf pleasure?
