Paul and Amelia had a fling, a wild summer of roaming right before Paul got the job at the architectural firm. He was just wandering through Canada right after his mom died, and there she was, drinking naked at a stream. Of course, she transformed into a wolf and attacked him, but they made up in more ways than one.
That summer, he lost count of how many times he woke up naked, tangled up with her under the aurora lights. She said she was a lone wolf, that she had no pack. She looked at him with that crescent moon beaming back in her left eye and said she had no one but him, and he believed her. Every night in the snow, he told her body that it was not alone. Every night his lips found her lips, her breasts, her stomach, her womanhood.
She was the most delicious, sexy creature he had every seen. He would kiss her so hard at times he was sure he would devour her. Sometimes he would fuck her so hard he would transform, and have to shove her away so he didn’t kill her by accident. He made her howl, made her whimper. And she … well, she had that effect of bringing out both the man and the monster in him.
“Do I still have to be quiet?” Andre asked, whispering a little too loudly
“No,” Paul said.
“Why did you lie about the wolves?” Andre asked. “Because I wanted to avoid hiding in a tree in subzero weather,” Paul said, growling.
“Now what?”
“Now, we wait,” Paul said, sniffing the air. Something was wrong.
“Oh shit,” Andre groaned, “what now?”
“You smell that?” Paul asked.
Andre sniffed the air, and a sheepish grin spread across his face. “Hell yea. It smells like—”
“A woman,” said a warm, silky voice from the bottom of the tree.
Paul’s eyes jerked down, quickly adjusting to the darkness. It was her. Stark naked with wild, auburn hair cascading down two full breasts. She had a singular lock of white hair, almost hidden save for a gust of wind. Paul swallowed, studying her. He would know that smell anywhere. She always smelled of pine trees, and freshly fallen snow, an oaky goddess, one with the woods. And as usual, she hated clothes. She was much more wolf than woman in her mind, though now—she looked delicious.
“Won’t you come down Pauly, and have a drink at the stream with me?” she asked, leaning on the tree.
“You know her?” Andre demanded.
“Oh, yes. In the Biblical sense,” she answered from below. “You boys are safe. I led my brother and his idiots the other way. Should give us a moment to chat before it gets ugly.”
“What the hell, Pauly?” Andre asked.
Paul didn’t answer. He just transformed and darted down the tree with a growl. Andre followed, transforming quickly, muttering low growls asking for an explanation in his weak bearspeak. It was pointless since no matter what Paul said, he would barely understand.
Andre’s dialect was rough, and his sentences were backward, his inflections were wrong, and his tone mispronounced. Paul shook his head when he got to the bottom, ridding his mind of Andre’s gibberish.
“His bearspeak is dreadful,” Amelia said, leaning her cheek in for a kiss.
Paul stayed stiff. He wasn’t falling for it this time. He knew she only used him to get information on the werebears, to see how many were in the America Northwest, to see if they were a threat.
“Is anyone going to explain?” asked Andre, rising to his feet.
“There is nothing to explain,” Paul grunted, “We’re leaving. She can’t be trusted.”
Andre gave Amelia a once-over, and his male brain seemed to be finally registering what Paul feared: he realized that Amelia was hot. Beyond hot. She was curvy, and deeply tanned with large almond-shaped gray eyes that stood out prominently in her face. In human form, she looked more like a fairy than a wolf.
“You’re the wolf from the lake aren’t you?” Andy said, stepping closer, “I’m Andre by the way, but the big guy calls me Andy.”
“Guilty as charged. You might speak like a two-year-old werebadger, but you are as perceptive as you are handsome,” Amelia said, smiling wickedly at him.
“Enough, Amy!Why did you help me—us?” Paul asked.
“Old habits,” she said, shrugging, “And it feels good to be called Amy. No one’s called me that in ages.”
“Good grief, did you break his heart or something?” asked Andy, looking at Amy and then back to Paul. Paul clenched his jaw and then fist. His emotions were betraying him, and he could barely hide how furious he was.
“Quite the opposite. Andy was it?” she purred, looking at Andy.
Paul grabbed Amy’s arm and led her away from Andy. Andy yelled something at them, but Paul could barely hear. He was fighting the creak in his spine, the growl deep in his lungs telling him to transform and rip this woman apart.
Amy jerked out of his grasp, and stood defiantly, staring at Paul.
“What was that about?” she shrieked, her low sexy voice gone.
“So, you are still in there! This sex kitten bullshit is disgusting. Stop teasing my brother,” Paul said, pointing a finger at her.
She planted her hands on her full hips and stuck her tongue out at him.
“You used to like it when I role played,” she said, then bit her lip. Her voice was rich and bubbly now. “I just wanted a dramatic entrance. I could smell your scent on your brother. I knew you had to be nearby. I just wanted to see you. Is that a crime?”
“Just how close were you to Andy that you could smell me? Whatever, I don’t care. Just leave us alone. It’s hard enough, trying to teach him our ways.”
“You taught me just fine, back in the day. Had me almost convinced I could be both werebear, and werewolf.”
“We all make mistakes.”
“I never left you.”
“You never mentioned that everything I told you was going straight to your brother’s ears. Corion, your brother, is a hunter wolf! He kills every werecreature that he sees as a threat! So, technically, I never left you because I was never with the real you! I was with your brother’s pawn.”
Amy blanched, looking at him through watery gray eyes.
“Hey!” said Andy, running over, “Hate to break up the happy reunion, but we have company.”
“I know you hate me, Pauly, but let me help you. There is a cave not far away. Corion and his pups will never follow you into caves. He hates them, always has. Please trust me,” Amy said, collapsing on all fours and transforming into a large, powder-white wolf. The crescent moon in her eye glistened brightly against her fur, and Paul watched Andy gape at her.
“Let’s move!” Paul said, dropping on all fours.
Andy nodded, and the two brothers followed Amy deep into the forest. Paul shook his head to banish thoughts of ravaging her right there in the snow.
*****
“My brother has been gone for hours, Pauly. You can stop skulking about. Goodness, for someone who hates his animal side, you sure look like a big, old bear right now,” Amy said, huffing.
Paul heard Andy snicker as he stoked the fire in the cave.
“You tell him, Amy,” Andy said, popping some berries in his mouth. “I’ve been trying to tell him that I want to stay in the woods, but he won’t let me.”
“What! And why not? The woods are better than those human houses and their garbage everywhere,” Amy said.
“With all due respect, unlike some people, I have a good brother and, plus, I have his best interest at heart. The opportunities out there, with the humans—”
Amy held her hands up silencing Paul. She had her eyes pinched closed and shook her head like she was disappointed.
“Pauly, this is not about humans versus were-creatures. This is about you not wanting to face the beast beneath the man,” Amy said, walking towards him.
Paul swallowed, feeling a tightening in his throat, and in his jeans.
“There is nothing wrong with creatures like us. We don’t follow the same stupid, cookie-cutter rules that the humans do. Look at you, trying to be stiff in trousers, trying to control yourself and reign in your instincts,” Amy said, raising an eyebrow.
“I want what’s best for my brother. There is nothing wrong with that,” Paul said, not sure if he believed it. The two minds in his skull often raged against each other. One said to get a job, and pay bills, and get a mortgage and raise a family. And the other was wild, mad, like electricity flashing telling him to run, to hunt, to climb, to be free.
“Look, bro,” Andy said, cutting in, “I know you want the best for me, but I’m gonna be honest, that job sucks ass. I’ve been feeling like a caged animal, no pun intended, and now I know why. I was meant to be out here! I just—I just don’t think the human rules apply to me. And I hate pants. I hate clothes! Always have,” Andy said, ripping off his pants, and the shredded scraps that remained of his t-shirt.
Amy looked at him approvingly, and Paul couldn’t help notice his brother looked a little swollen below the waist.
“What about you, Pauly? I remember a time when you weren’t so keen on clothes either, hmm?” Amy said, with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
She and Andy stood side by side watching him, each with their arms folded, waiting for Paul to make a move.
Paul hung his head, wincing, and slowly pulled off his shirt.
“Whoohoo!” Amy hooted, “still as sexy as I remember.”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” Andy said, “Besides I’m way better in the sack than him.”
“Oh?” Amy said, biting her lip.
“Don’t even think about it,” Paul said, his nose flaring.
“Why not? I mean you clearly don’t know a good thing when you see it,” Andy says, squaring up to his brother.
“You don’t even know her!” Paul said, shoving his brother backward.
Amy growled loudly and shoved them apart.
“Enough! No one owns me,” she said, her eyes glowing like she was about to transform.
Paul relaxed his shoulders, and Andy nodded an apology.
“You know what? This is such a typical human move. You don’t see the big picture,” Amy said, looking off at some spot in the cave.
“What do you mean?” asked Andy.
“Do you know what I saw, back at my brother’s camp? Before we started chasing you I mean?” Amy asked, seeming to ignore Andy’s question.
“What?” Paul asked, shrugging.
Amy paused and looked at Paul like she had the world’s most precious secret on the tip of her tongue.
“Two wolves,” she said, “Two wolves fucking, right by the campsite. No one flinched. You know why? Because we are animals, and we wolves accept that. And you know what else? Two other wolves joined them, trading off like it was nothing, right in the snow. They didn’t just trade each other in the wolf bodies either. They kept up doggie style, in the open, even when they were on two legs.”
Paul exhaled, not realizing he was holding his breath. He couldn’t help looking at Andy, who was fully erect. Paul felt embarrassed for him, but Andy didn’t seem to care.
“Take your pants off, Pauly,” Amy said, walking closer to Andy.
“What?” Paul said, his voice hoarse.
Amy stared at him, and outstretched her hands, grabbing Andy’s dick. Paul seethed, but he didn’t move. She kept stroking it with her fingers, and Andy moaned in reply. She jerked on it now, slowly, and kissed Andy. Paul watched her pink tongue lick his lips, and saw Andy’s hands slide down the length of her curvy spine, settling on her round ass.
“Stop it, Amy,” Paul warned. His mouth warned, but he was swelling in his trousers. Something about the rhythm of them touching was angering him, and also making him hard at the same time. His pants felt uncomfortable, and he wished he could take them off. No, he wished he could trade places with Andy. Just for old time’s sake.
“We are animals, Pauly,” Amy said, pulling her tongue out of Andy’s mouth, “I remember when you were an animal.”
Andy turned Amy around, so her back was to him. What was his little brother doing? Amy grabbed Andy’s hands and put them right on top of her pussy. He smiled up at his brother and then started kissing Amy’s neck. Amy guided his hands until he had two fingers inside her, stroking her. First slow, then faster. Her juices were glistening in the dim campfire light on his finger.
“Ah!” she cried out, and it seemed she would collapse. Andy jerked himself off with his free hand, coming all over Amy’s back and legs with a low growl.