Doctor's Orders (Pounded By The Pack)(Steamy BBW Werebear Romance)

Doctor’s Orders

(Pounded By The Pack)
By Willow Wilde

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Doctor’s Orders (Pounded By The Pack)

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Doctor’s Orders

(Pounded By The Pack)

I
always valued order in my life. As a child, I studied scrupulously, eager to build the best grades that I could so I could follow my dream and become a doctor. I passed into the programs for exceptional children with flying colors. Then there were the honors classes, all throughout high school. Keeping to a few reliable friends, I maintained dignity, consistency and, above all else, order.

Everything I owned had its place. Every day had its goals.

The only exception is during pre-med at college. As stressful as those years were, when the proper opportunity struck and I felt like going out, I would hit the bars. In all but a very few cases, I’d go back home with a stranger, sometimes two, just for the controlled spontaneity of it. I always let ‘em think that they had barely won me over, as if I hadn’t decided within thirty seconds of chatting with them that I was going to fuck their brains out before I went to sleep. But they never quite satisfied me. Even longer arrangements and relationships with well-meaning, ultimately boring men never quite did the trick either.

The only way I could satisfy my needs was by myself, with my ankles spread and a vibrator gripped firmly in my hand. After countless tries otherwise and plenty of nights spent getting a guy to climax, then taking care of my own needs quietly in the dark while he slept, I eventually gave up on the whole scene. Coincidentally, this was right around the time that I began medical school proper, and I became a
hell
of a lot busier.

I let my life filter back into its tightly controlled, orderly fashion. It kept things simple, manageable. I didn’t screw around with anyone in my ward, although it was clear that most of them were grouping off. Neither did I really see anyone else at all, outside of a couple of reliable flings that I broke off after a few weeks.

Little did I know that this part of my life — this wild abandon, the thrill of being caught between strangers in the dead of the night — was going to come back in a seriously
WILD
way.

*              *              *              *

Reading by lamplight on the couch, I heard a loud banging from the front. My eyes fell upon the clock: it was after midnight,
far
too late for standard clients. The banging repeated, and I glanced over my shoulder towards the heavy oak door.

For a moment, I thought that that might have been the end of it — but alas, I wasn’t more than another page into my book before I heard a crashing in the backyard. Alarmed, I placed the book on the end table, leapt up to my feet, and peered through the patio curtain – eager to see what all the fuss was.

Immediately, three men came into sight. The center one help his arms limply around the shoulders of the others, and his feet were dragging along the ground. As I tried to decipher what I was seeing, or why they were
here
, I noticed how handsome they were — particularly accented by their broad shoulders, incredible muscles, and
complete
lack of shirts or jackets.

As a doctor, I felt a certain compulsion to help those in need. Without thinking rationally, I pulled the curtain back and ripped open the sliding door. In hindsight, this was incredibly stupid, and I’m lucky that this wasn’t some crazy excuse to break into my house and destroy me. Instead of immediately pulling me at gunpoint or ripping off my clothes, the two strangers carted their drooping, obviously ill friend inside. They carefully lowered him down to the couch where I had been sitting. He seemed listless, his breathing hallow and listless.

“What is going on?” I demanded to know. “What are you
doing
here?”

“You are a doctor, correct? We saw the sign out front, and are in need of some immediate attention. You must help him,” one of the men explained.

“At
this
time of night? Do you have
any idea
how crazy this is? You can’t just
drag a man into my house
,” I furiously rebutted.

“You let us in,” the other mentioned. “You could have sent us away.”

Damn. Got me there.

“I…fuck it. What’s the matter with him?” I asked, pointing at the hunk that was keeled over on the couch. “He doesn’t look like he’s in good shape.”

“He has been wounded,” one of them told me. “He requires attention.”

“In the shape he looks like he’s in, this man ‘requires’ a
hospital
,” I instructed them. “Why you brought him
here
instead of calling for one is
beyond
me. Let me take a moment to have an ambulance over.”

As I whipped out my phone and dexterously unlocked it in one hand, the strangers immediately protested. “You can’t do that. We
can’t
take him to the hospital.”

“No hospital,” the other repeated.

My eyes fell upon the wheezing, pathetic form on the man on my couch. “You
are
kidding, right? Look at him! He’s barely holding on as it is! You mean to make him
suffer
before he drops dead on you?”

The two of them looked sheepishly at each other. One finally piped up. “You see, the thing is…he isn’t exactly human. None of us are. Your hospitals won’t be able to help us, and they won’t save him. They won’t be able to tell that he’s sick.”

“…Not human,” I replied incredulously. Turning to study him for a moment, I didn’t spot any telltale mythical elements. “Well, he sure as hell looks human to me!”

“He is a shifter, like us,” he continued. “My name is Jake, and this is my brother, Kyle.” He motioned to the other stable young stranger, who grinned widely. “And
he
is Brian, the leader of our pack.” Jake was motioning to the crumpled man on the couch.

“A shifter,” I repeated, incredulous. “That explains a
few
things…”

It did. Shifters were still new to the public eye, and after the initial panic, the world was adjusting to the knowledge. After it became public knowledge that a quarter of Congress had close friends or relatives who came out as shifters, the backlash minimized considerably. The world was still trying to figure things out about them…but so far, there hadn’t been any attacks, any big riots, nothing like that. It was strangely serene. I would have never guessed that the news would be welcomed so much.

“How do I know for sure?
Prove
that you’re shifters,” I told him, crossing my arms. “You certainly look like regular men to me.”

Jake and Kyle glanced at each other, then back to their fallen leader, and rose up before me. The very air glimmered around them for a moment, before suddenly…

The men dropped to all fours, their bodies contorting and bursting with fur. As their muscles expanded greatly, and their mass wildly increased, their faces distorted outward into snouts and their digits grew sharp claws. Within a matter of seconds, the transformation was complete, and in my house stood two large brown bears, rearing up on their hind legs.

While I covered my mouth in astonishment, they transformed back into their human forms. I’d never seen a shifter in real life. I’d always imagined hulking, hairy monstrosities of men, but these men were nothing like that. They were at the peak of physical condition by the looks of them, highly attractive, and their
eyes
…how I was only
just
noticing their piercing green eyes, I didn’t know. They were far more
Adonis
than
shaggy lycan
, and I realized just how misguided I had been with my shaky opinions of them.

“Okay…I’m convinced…and you’re right. Nobody’s going to know how to treat him,” I relented. “But I can’t
see
anything wrong with him. What
is
it?”

“A spiritual attack,” Kyle explained. “He was wounded with a spell, and the magic is eating away inside him. It is a paranormal injury. We were battling witches nearby when one landed a killing curse on him…although he dodged the majority of the blast, it still partially struck, and now he is at death’s door.”

“You expect me to believe in
witches
, now…?” My night was growing crazier by the second. To think, only five minutes earlier, I had been reading
Nicholas Sparks
. “Alright, fine. Assume I’m on the same page as you. What do I need to do? How can I help him?”

“There is only one way. He must regenerate his strength through a primal ritual.”

“A primal…ritual.” I glanced at the shifter, slumped into the couch, his feet spread on the floor and his ragged jeans the only visible shred of clothing on him. He was one of the most attractive men I had ever seen…and it had been so long since I’d had a proper lay…

“Correct. A shifter’s vitality is restored through mating. You were the only female doctor in town, and these were two necessary qualities to save our alpha,” Jake explained. “We can’t — won’t — force you to do anything, but unless you can find someone who can fuck him, and watch in case something dangerous happens to him…”

I sighed heavily. I didn’t believe I was about to do this — how ludicrous it sounded — but I felt a primal awakening inside, slowly roaring to life. I had ignored my sex drive all throughout grad school and beyond, and while surrounded by these three incredible shifters, I felt my loins starting to burn with desire.

I knew what was happening. It was some sort of pheromone in their musk, something to entice women to mate them, purely of their own volition. It was something to encourage sexual relations. And on top of that, I
had
self-control. I could try and throw them all out of my house, maybe nonchalantly dial the police behind my back while I distracted them…

But no. If this spiritually wounded shifter, as incredibly muscular and downright
hot
as he looked, could perform even slightly…he’d probably outdo every last sad scrap of man that I’d climbed into bed with.

My decision was already made, as I tugged down his jeans, feeling him shift his hips to allow me an easier time of it. Plucking them from his bare feet, he sat naked on my couch, head rolled slightly to the side. His eyes were clouded, but unmistakably on me. I ripped off my pajamas, exposing my full, thick breasts and leaving me in my panties, and I dropped to my knees in front of him.

As a woman of order, I was baffled and confused about this entire arrangement, about everything that had transpired in the last several minutes.

But as a woman ready to satisfy the flickering needs of her primal urges,
properly
satisfy them for the first time…I was ready to see if shifters
really
lived up to their reputation as the best sexual partners walking the Earth.

Spoiler alert:
the rumors were very,
very
true.

*              *              *              *

I grasped Brian’s semi-erect cock firmly in my hand, feeling it gradually rise to full mast as I began to stroke.

Although I wasn’t quite sure about any of this, I couldn’t help but see the positives…it’s rare that a broad-shouldered, staggeringly hot man is dropped into your lap for assumedly fantastic sex. Even with these other two shifters here, watching, I didn’t mind so much. Something about them awoke a primal part of me, some sort of feral aspect that I’d never experienced before.

It was undeniably me, deep down, craving this. I thought I’d put behind myself the days of waking up in a strangers bed, of getting so trashed that a one-night stand might involve TWO reasonably attractive men, drilling me late into the morning…but something about this entire ordeal was waking that back up, and beyond.

As I descended down upon his thick cock, my lips engulfing the tip, I felt my tongue slide across a bead of salty passion atop the crown. It was just a tantalizingly small drop of pre-cum, salty and fulfilling, and I lapped it away into my mouth like a hard-earned prize…and it only spurred me on more.