Page 67 of Feral Werewolves
“Yup,” I said.
“Wow,” she said.
She kept saying that a lot, at different times, just out of nowhere, she’d turn to me and mouth, “Threeof them?”
Anyway, if I thought she’d scold me or be dismissive, she was not. At all. She only seemed awed and maybe a little jealous. I did not mind that.
I was worried that maybe she would decide she needed to call the police about the werewolves. I talked to her about it, explaining that they were not staying, that it was just for the afternoon, and that we’d all be going back over the wall eventually.
Truthfully, I had to think there was a lot more werewolves over the wall than anyone really knew about. They probably came and went with some regularity, but they all made sure to be across the wall during the full moon. Why that was, I couldn’t say, but I suspected that it was because they wanted the tithes. Maybe they also wanted to minimize whatever damage they did, too. I figured it took a pretty fucked-up individual to actually enjoy raping a woman to death.
Later, I asked Paladin about it, and he said that he didn’t think very many wolves did go over and back with a lot of regularity. For one thing, he said that if you got caught, the police were authorized to shoot you on sight.
I had not known this when I agreed to let them load my dorm. I wouldn’t have agreed if I’d known they were takingtheir freaking lives into their hands.
But at the point where they were in my room with the boxes we’d bought at U-Haul, packing up my clothes and my knick-knacks on dresser, stripping my bed of its sheets and blankets, carrying everything down the stairs to load it up, I was blissfully ignorant that they could be shot to death, and so was very much enjoying myself.
It wasn’t just the view, although having gorgeous men do manual labor is never a bad view. It was that they had all shown up for me, as if it wasn’t a question. It was three men, all there for me. Just to help me out, like it was totally normal, like I was important.
I mean, I was important to them, obviously. I was their mate, and they liked having sex with me, and we had this weird bond thing, which was all mystical and whatever.
But this was different. This was tangible. This was packing my clothes and gently wrapping my little unicorn figurines in my sweatshirts to make sure that they wouldn’t break before packing those.
Truth was, there had been very little of anything like this my whole life.
My dad loved me, and he tried to prioritize me, but Angela wanted him to prioritize her, and a lot of times, he caved to that woman.
Maybe men couldn’t help but prioritize the woman they were fucking. Was that it? Was that why?
I felt like I was swimming in it, this feeling of being important, of being prioritized. I wanted it forever.
After the room was packed up, I went by the registrar to see about withdrawing from in-person classes. They knew I was a tithe, because I had special dispensation to miss classes and assignments around the full moon. So, finding out that I was leaving for across the wall didn’t faze them. There were two classes that I could switch over to virtual right away, so I did that, and then I’d need to speak with my academic advisor to make a new plan for getting my degree while I was out there. They assured me it could be done, however, that people did virtual degrees all the time.Whether I’d be better off with a different university, one that specialized in virtual classes, that they couldn’t say.
So, there were decisions ahead of me, but overall, it had been sort of painless, uprooting my entire life. And now I had my cell phone, so I could call my dad and Ninnia when we got back to the farm.
We took the U-Haul all the way to the place where the wall was crumbling. We unloaded the U-Haul and the guys took the stuff over the wall to load onto some trailers that they’d pull with their tractor. They didn’t have a car to use out here, though some people did.
I took the U-Haul back, and then took an Uber back out to the wall. I’d be leaving my own car behind. They were all waiting for me when I climbed over.
We went home together, and there was still tons of leftover vegetable stew that we’d all made together, and we ate that and watched some stand-up comedian on their laptop screen while we lounged and relaxed in the sun room. Well, until the comedian started telling werewolf jokes, and then they switched it off.
“Maybe we should putheron a schedule,” said Kestrel. “Rotate through who gets a night with her.”
“No way,” said Lazarus.
So, we all had sex again together again that night. I had Kestrel in my mouth and Lazarus in my pussy and then I had Paladin in my mouth because Lazarus had accidentally knotted in, even though Kestrel was swearing at him about it.
I liked the knot, I had to say. It felt so good swelled up in my freshly fucked pussy, sealing my mate inside me, and it stimulated all my sensitive spots, especially the internal parts of my clitoris. I could come like crazy on a knot.
But I was worried about getting pregnant, too. I’d brought my stash of birth control patches from my dorm, and I had refills on my prescription, and it was all workable, as long as the birth control held.
In the darkness, Lazarus still inside me, I did say something in a tiny voice about condoms.
“I mean, that’s not a terrible idea,” said Kestrel. “They’re hard to get out here, but we can find a way, probably, right?”
“I’m so fucking sorry, sweet girl,” breathed Lazarus into my eyebrow. “I don’t know how I did this.” He’d already apologized a bunch of times.
“I do,” said Kestrel.
