The female looked on then joined in. She changed the game to a chase around and through the pond. They chased her, splashed through the water with her, caught up to her, wrestled her to the ground, nipped at the back of her neck then released her so they could chase her again—or she could pounce on them and nip before racing away.
Her scent resonated in Owen’s head. She was healthy, young and unmated. Unusually strong for such a small female. Moonlight lit up her lush fur in pale shades that reminded him of sunshine. Her muscles were sleek but there was no mistaking the strength in her. She stood up to him without deferring. Him
and
the black male. She knew her worth and carried it with singular pride.
The next time he caught up to her Owen bumped her before she had a chance to run and resume the game. He bumped her again, chest to shoulder, then circled her. The next bumps were aimed at her hip then her back end.
The golden-brown bitch looked at him over her shoulder. There was a haughtiness in her. Owen’s wolf knew she wouldn’t submit to a lesser male but he had never been a lesser male. The air surrounding her grew quiet. Expectancy began to hum around her. She didn’t rebuke him when he laid a heavy paw on her back, when he crowded her hindquarters. The shaft of his penis emerged from its fur-covered sheath. The female held herself still but she didn’t move her tail aside for him.
Owen heard the black male’s disciplining bark, aimed at him. Sliding off the female, Owen’s wolf turned to the other male, snarled and bared his teeth. The male came at him, barked, made a mock lunge to nip at Owen’s belly. Owen charged, slammed his skull into the black male’s ribs, barked and didn’t stop barking until the other male backed off. This time when Owen turned to the female he smelled her acquiescence. He’d proven himself worthy and moved in to claim her.
She stood still and absorbed his greater weight when he braced his forepaws on her back. Shifting her tail to the side, she trembled and made low siren sounds as she panted. She was willing and Owen was eager to mount her.
The first touch of his penis to her wet, swollen opening made him shake. Fiery pleasure and a determination to see the pleasure through to completion left him blind to everything else around him. There was only the female and the feel of her hot, slick body opening for him. He slid into her, past the tight ring of muscle that squeezed and stroked him like a vise as he thrust and pulled back.
There was no subtlety in his movements and the vibrant scent of the female’s arousal told him none was needed. They were instinctual creatures. Like their human counterparts, they mated for the pleasure of it, not just to appease a mating heat.
It had been so long since his wolf had claimed a female. So long since he’d felt this need to own, fuck and overwhelm. He came. It was an orgasm but a ripple of pleasure instead of blinding ecstasy. The semen he pumped into her was a lubricating wash. Her body opened to him more easily and he could now drive deep and hard. With hips thrusting furiously, his back legs skittered over the pebbled shoreline as he tried to get closer. He wanted to climb inside this female, bury himself so deep there would be no part of her sex he didn’t mark, didn’t claim.
When she trembled beneath him Owen closed his jaws over the back of her neck to hold her in place. She whimpered and it was a sound of pleasure. He didn’t pierce her skin but he forced her to stay still and not be pushed away by the power of his thrusts.
He came again. This orgasm consumed him as pleasure washed through him, hot and eager. Instinct told him the fluid he pumped into her body was rich with his seed. The quantity he released forced her passage to open more, the thrusting of his hips and the tightening of the mouth of her sheath, holding the base of his penis in the grip of a powerful band of muscle…all this pumped his seed up and into her womb.
The female wasn’t in heat. There would be no pup from this mating but Owen relished it anyway. Relished the idea, one he entertained so infrequently it wasn’t part of his psyche, that one day he would mate a female and father pups of his own.
Beneath him, the female leaned back into him. The trembling in her body increased and his front paws slipped. He regained his balance but it threatened to slip again. Panting, bearing down on him, he felt the strong contracting of her sheath as it rippled with the waves of her orgasm.
The pressure around the base of his penis was almost overwhelming now. It was hard to drive in and out of her but his strength didn’t fail him. When she came, he came a third time. A gentle orgasm, sweet and soothing. Gentler even than the first. The fluid he released into her was thin but his body was able to pump it out fast. The furious flow carried the load of semen already deposited into her even deeper. Every part of her womb would now be flooded with his potency. The female trembled one last time then sagged under his weight.
His legs unsteady, Owen panted and let his paws slip off her back. He stood beside her, his penis still lodged inside her, the grip of the mouth of her sheath too strong to be overcome. The band of muscle holding him kept the blood from draining from his penis and he remained hard and wedged inside her. None of his seed could escape.
The black male circled them slowly. He sniffed the female’s backside, sniffed Owen’s testicles and the place where Owen and the female were joined. The male whined impatiently then circled them again.
Owen looked up at the sky. His wolf’s eyes tracked the movement of the stars, sensed the turning of their world. The half-moon had risen high and Owen bayed to it. He shouted his joy and completion. He shouted his praise of the worthiness of the female he was locked with, his delight with her strength and the pleasure they’d reached.
Long minutes later the wicked grip her body had on him eased. With a grunt of discomfort he managed to pull his deflating penis out of her. He stumbled as he moved away.
The black male took his place. Again the female looked over her shoulder, as if confirming this male’s worth as well. She whined once, held her tail out of the way and braced her legs to hold his weight. Without preamble he shoved the knob of his penis into her, drove deep and humped her with a deliberation that had to leave him blind to everything else.
Instead of obeying his body’s desire for sleep, Owen stayed awake. He scanned the area as the scent of lust grew. Watched the male’s strong flanks tense, drive and withdraw. Watched his forelegs scramble for purchase, watched him bite down on her neck, snarl his pleasure until her elegant coat was flecked with spit.
He was puzzled by the strangeness of it. He was separate from the act, a watcher only, yet he felt part of it. Part of them. Moving to her head, he nuzzled her, licked her face, loved how she trembled as the other male pleasured her.
Finally, when they were finished, Owen moved behind her. He mounted her a second time and this time the flurry of his thrusts drove her to her knees. She didn’t cry or whine. She simply tried to brace herself as best she could and held her back end steady and exposed so he could pleasure them both. The scent of her lust drove him mad. She smelled like hot willing female spiced with his seed and the other male’s. The decadence of it thrilled him, blinded him to everything else and made his hips pound into her furiously.
His release was as overwhelming as the first. For the female too if her desperate cries and the way she shook were any indicators. He licked her neck, cleaned her fur and, feeling like an awkward juvenile, slid his body off hers. Still joined with her, his penis tilted awkwardly as he stood beside her, waiting for the swelling in both their bodies to subside.
When he was able to pull out of her she staggered to the pond. She drank long and deep. Owen and the other male joined her. They flanked her, letting her lean into their taller, stronger bodies. She gave each of their faces a cursory wash then, on unsteady legs, made her way over to a patch of new grass. Side by side by side they stretched out and waited for their strength to return.
They spent the rest of the night together, running, mounting, resting until they heard the Alpha’s call. The black male led the way back to the clearing. Instead of veering off Owen’s wolf stayed with them. He liked the sense of family he felt with these two, even though they weren’t mated. Together, three felt like a whole. Owen had never experienced that before and he was reluctant to part from them.
Just before they would have reentered the clearing Owen stopped beneath a large spruce tree. Here the ground was cushioned with years of soft, spent needles. He lay down and looked at them expectantly. They didn’t disappoint him. The golden-brown bitch stretched out beside him, the black male beside her. Curling into each other, one after the other, they fell asleep.
When Owen awoke his human eyes registered the pale, growing differentiation between land and sky. The air had a particular stillness and feeling of cold. It told him sunrise was less than twenty minutes away. He smiled. A woman, soft, rounded and pale, was spooned into his body. His hips cradled her ass and his morning wood nosed at her warmth with singular pleasure.
A few hours earlier he’d been sleeping so deeply the change from wolf to human had barely registered. That change was far less traumatic. Nevertheless he recalled the shot of hot pain, the itchiness in his back. The shiver as the night air touched his nakedness before he wrapped himself around the woman now in his arms.
He smiled again. An untidy mass of soft, blonde, female hair protected his face from the pine needles beneath them. Owen inhaled deeply, letting his chest swell into her smooth, delicately muscled back. Her hair smelled vaguely of flowers, although the scent of fresh air almost overwhelmed the shampoo she used. He smelled his seed on her and the other wolf’s. Lifting his eyes, he saw the sleeping profile of Deputy Sheriff Tom Ray beyond her. Tom was sleeping on his back, his mouth open just a little. He snored softly. The female was curled up into Tom, her arm draped over his chest so that her body was sheltered and warmed on both sides. If they’d been human they’d have hypothermia. But weres were tougher than that.
Slowly, so he didn’t startle her into wakefulness, Owen slid his hand over her breast. Man, she had great boobs, whoever she was. Firm mounds, soft skin and definitely more than a handful. Were they real? He squeezed gently. Oh yeah.
Definitely
real.
Releasing her reluctantly, Owen reached across the woman and nudged Tom’s shoulder. After the second nudge the other were woke with a muffled snort. He looked up at the sky as if gauging the hour like Owen had then smacked his lips. His nose bunched like he was scenting the air before he turned his head to look up at Owen.
Tom blinked then the corners of his mouth quirked up. “First time I share a woman and it turns out to be with some tenderfoot from back East.” He kept his voice quiet, even though from the way his eyes were crinkling it looked like he wanted to laugh. “Should have known it was you and not one of those junior jerk-offs going through town on their way to that hockey tournament.”
They chuckled and it carried the sounds of irony, swaggering male satisfaction and a hint of adolescent titillation.
The female stirred, passed a small, pale hand over the dark hair peppering Tom’s chest and squirmed her ass back into Owen’s erection. “Now that’s a fine good morning,” she whispered.
Owen froze as soon as he heard her voice.
“Shit,” he deadpanned. “Not you.”
“Wh…?” With a jerk, she rolled toward him.
In the thin pre-dawn light Deputy Sheriff Suzanne Young stared up at him, then snarled. She jerked again, this time trying to get away from him. The movement shoved her hip into his testicles.
“Easy, Blondie.” Owen grabbed her hip, stilling her, and leaned away from her. “You were pretty enamored of them last night so don’t go disappointing yourself by crushing them now.” Despite the anger in her eyes and his previous less-than-stellar encounters with her, he liked the feel of her skin. The way her muscles rolled beneath it and the solid, enticing curve of her hipbone. Her breast swayed, drawing his eye to a peak so pink and luscious he stared and drew his tongue over his lower lip.
“
You
,” she blurted out. She slapped his wandering hand and rolled away from him. When she moved, Tom grunted in discomfort.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Suzanne demanded. “Who told you you were welcome?”
Owen could always tell when a party was over. Stretching out the tightness in his muscles, he climbed out from beneath the spruce and stood. She crawled out right after him. The light caught the paleness of her eyes. Disheveled and with a few pine needles sticking to her arm, she was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
Too bad he couldn’t stand the sight of her.
“Not that it’s any of your business,” Owen answered dryly. She glared up at him, fists planted on hips, chest stuck out aggressively. How could anybody that beautiful piss him off so much? “But I’m here on the Alpha’s invite. And I’m guessing you’re here on Tom’s invite. Last time I checked an Alpha outranked a deputy sheriff. No offense intended,” he added, directing his voice at Tom, who was stumbling out of the soft bed of spruce needles they’d shared.
“None taken.” Tom yawned, stretched with wanton focus then scratched his balls. “I take it you two have met.”
Suzanne took a step toward Owen and stuck out her index finger like she was about to shove it in his nose. He didn’t give her a chance. “Later, Tom,” he said gruffly, then gave the other were a quick nod and left.