Gray Lake Wolves Part 4

After my conversation with Yara, I expect to wake up alone the next morning, but I’m pleasantly surprised to find a warm body cuddled up against my back. Grayson’s nose is pressed into that spot underneath my ear that he seems to love so much and his arm is thrown over my side with his hand splayed across my belly.

His morning erection is nestled into my back side and thinking about what happened last night, I wiggle against him. His cock twitches and the space between my legs starts feeling slippery with my arousal. Thanks to my werewolf genetics, I’ve healed from our escapades last night.

“Mmmm” Grayson mumbles, pulling me closer against him, “I could wake up like this every morning.”

I flip over to see him better. His eyes are still closed and his face is relaxed. He looks younger. His dark eyelashes flutter against his cheek bones and I reach out to touch the scruff along the edge of his jaw.  He smiles and lazily opens his eyes.

“Good morning handsome” I say, still tracing his jaw. Now I understand why he is always doing this to me. I feel like I need to memorize every inch of him. The curl of his ears. The little light brown birthmark just under them. The fine baby hairs that frame his face and lead into his dark unruly locks.

He leans forward and rubs his nose against mine. “Good morning beautiful” He says to me and his lips look so plump and inviting that I have to kiss them. Half his face is blocked by the pillow so I nudge him to roll on his back before continuing my examination of my mate.

“What is your favorite color?” I ask, moving down to learn the curves of his shoulders, the lean muscles of his arms, and his little brown nipples that harden when I run my finger nail across them. I pull the blanket that is half covering us lower and he chuckles.

“Gray” He says and my eyes bounce up to his. “Really?” I ask, baffled. He laughs.

“No. Well kind of. I like that grayish blue color, like the sky before a storm” Looking at me he adds, “Like the color of your eyes.”

“What’s yours?” He asks and I take his nipple between my teeth and bite. “No,” I tell him, “I’m asking the questions.” His chest vibrates with his laugh and he motions for me to continue.

My finger tips graze his stomach, making the muscles tense and contract so that every little dip and bump of his abs is visible. “You have five siblings, right? What’s was that like? What are their names? Where do they live?”

“Cedar is the oldest. He’s heir to the Alpha, mated with five pups...”

“Five?” I ask. I thought Yara was abnormal with her six. Purebred werewolves tend to have two to three pups. The fact that he is one of six and his brother has five is a little amazing.

“Wait,” He tells me, “It gets better. Quinn is next and he has six pups with one more on the way. He lives down south near the Carolinas.” My mouth pops open. I can’t believe this.

“Ash and Bensen are twins. Their pack is in Alaska...” He starts, but I have to interrupt him. “Wait, together?” I ask and he nods. “Like a triad?” I ask again and a slow smile develops over his face.

“Wow, I didn’t think those still existed” I tell him. Triads were something that happened hundreds of years ago. In modern time, they are frowned upon. The pack shares two alphas and the alphas share one mate. “Okay, how many pups do they have?”

He laughs, “Just three, but I think they are still working on some more. I’m next and then comes Clover, who we all call Bug because she always went after bugs when she first started shifting. Your first shift is at what, thirteen? By then you are old enough to know not to eat bugs, but she still did it every time. When she’d shift back we would ask her and she’d just shrug and say that her wolf told her too. We tease her that she probably still sneaks off to eat bugs. You’ll meet her soon. She turns eighteen in a couple weeks and she’s going to mate with River.”

“Oh” I say, thinking of my own eighteenth birthday. I wonder if she will be asl shocked as I was. Almost like he can read my thoughts, Grayson says, “She knows. We do things a little differently in Habor Springs. She found out the same time that he did. There aren’t so many secrets. She will still pretend that she’s put out, but she loves him. They fight like children.”

I slide down so my knees are between is open legs and pull the blanket down to glance at his manhood. His half-erect cock stares back at me. “Awww,” I croon, like I’m talking to a baby, “He’s not very happy to see me.”

Grayson raises an eyebrow. “We were just talking about my sister,” He reminds me. I take this as a challenge and trail kisses down his stomach, starting at his belly button. The kisses get sloppier and wetter as I get closer to his now fully erect cock. The scent is driving me wild. Musty and manly. Wet and aching, I rub my thighs together to try to relieve some of the throbbing.

Grayson’s eyes darken. His hand grips my bicep and pulls me up toward his mouth. He kisses my mouth, darting his tongue out to taste my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. He nips and nibbles. He chases my tongue around my mouth and I gasp when he catches it. Instinctively, I’ve moved to straddle his hips. His hands are all over my body, caressing a breast, tracing the curve of my hips, and then he grabs my ass and slides me so my clit glides along his hard member.

I moan into his mouth. He does it again and again until I start feeling like a rubber band about to snap. “I want you,” I whisper against his lips and start to move off of him to lay on my back, but he hold my hip tightly with one hand and uses the other to line himself up at my entrance.

He helps me work it in, slowly raising my hips and sinking them back down in little, tiny increments until he’s completely sheathed. We both moan in relief. I take a second to adjust to his size and start rocking. He guides me until I’m bouncing up and down and he’s meeting me thrust for thrust. 

“Come” He tells me, looking deep into my eyes. His thumb flickers down and presses on my clit and I don’t hesitate, I come. Hard. Clenching around his cock, I set off his orgasm. “Baby” He groans, his voice a hoarse whisper and I can feel the spurts of hot come shooting into me.

Spent, I roll off him and onto my back. We are both lying side by side when I hear his stomach give a deep hungry growl. Trying to hide my laughter, I ask, “Would you like me to make you some breakfast?”

He grins. “What gave that away?” He asks and I can’t contain my laughter any longer. “C’mon,” He says, grabbing my hand and pulling me up, “Let’s go take a shower.”

~

Our shower is quick, but filled with sneaky caresses and flirty touches as we wash each other. Grayson tells me he’s going for a quick run and I head downstairs to check out the state of the pantry.

Having stayed at this house once before, I know there is a human town about three hours away and a farm a little closer. We eat normal human foods, but our werewolf stomaches are sensitive to overly processed foods. Paloma and I once decided to see what all the hype for Doritos was about and paid for it with a night of terrible stomach cramping.

I start with the industrial size stainless steel refrigerator. It’s fully stocked. There is at least 15 dozen eggs, a draw full of bacon, raw cheddar cheese, venison sausage, bowls of spinach, peppers, and berries. The pantry is full as well with onions, sweet and red potatoes, and tons of other delicious foods. 

Based on the snores coming from the bedrooms all over the house, Grayson and I must be the first ones up. I decide to cook for everyone. Our new pack consists of seven females and ten males. The quickest way to win over half of the group is simply to feed them.

I pull out a big cast iron skillet and place it on the six burner stove. While that heats up, I dice onions and peppers into thin strips. I hear the sounds of someone waking, the door creaks, water runs, and I hear foot steps come closer.

“Good morning, Princess” River says, his voice still gruff from sleeping and his blonde hair is sticking up all over the place. He sneaks a pepper off my cutting board. While taking a chomp, he asks, “What can I do to help?”

“I think I’m all set,” I tell him, dumping ground sausage into the skillet and taking another out for bacon and eggs, “Just keep me company.”

“No problem, Princess” He winks, stealing another pepper slice. I point the knife at him threateningly and he raises his hands in mock surrender. We fall into easy conversation while I finish cooking a meal of sausage with peppers and onions, fried potatoes, bacon, and eggs.

He tells me about the Harbor Springs pack’s home base. The structure is built into the hillside and half of it goes under ground. Caves spread out deep into the hill. There is electricity in a couple rooms, but over all it sounds very primal. The pack makes their living logging and selling the lumber to nearby packs. 

A couple other pack members wander out, led by their noses, and spread out around the open floor plan. One of those members is Raven. She greets River with a hug, then turns her nose at me before going to sit on the leather sofa in front of the fireplace. 

I’m starting to plate food when Grayson comes up behind me. He nuzzles into my neck and pushes his hips against my backside. He smells like spring and dew and wolf and it is intoxicating. I lean back, close my eyes, and take him in.

River takes a plate and sits across the kitchen island on a stool facing us. “You two,” he says, pointing a raised fork back and forth between me and Grayson, “are disgustingly adorable. You make me sick.”

I hear a snort that comes from the direction where Raven is sitting. I can feel Grayson’s smile against my neck and his breath tickles when he says, “Just wait until Bug gets here, you love-sick bastard.” River flings a piece of potato our way, but Grayson swings to the side to catch it in his mouth. Chewing, he walks over to the fridge, pulls out a red bottle, and tosses it to River.

“Fuck yes!” River says, squirting the ketchup all over his plate. He takes a big bite and his moans rival the ones I was making this morning. I glance at Grayson with an eyebrow raised.

“He has a thing for human food” He explains with a laugh. River is still moaning in delight. “We,” he gestures to River and himself, “went to human college and there was a little diner down the street. Now he thinks ketchup is a food group all of its own.”

“College?” I ask, surprised. A few of the Pine Mountain pack members attended classes at human college, but I wouldn’t expect that from a pack as rural as Harbor Springs.

“Mmm,” He starts, his eyes sparkling with delight. River finally stopped his orgasmic noises, so I glance over to him and see him scowling at Grayson. “River couldn’t keep his dick in his pants and Bug kept flipping out. My Dad sent us away and told us to come back when he learned ‘not to shit where he sleeps.’”

“Fuck you. She was, like, fourteen! What did he expect from me?” River responds with a sneer. I can tell this is a sore subject between the two. I can understand both sides. River is four years older. His hormones were probably raging and he couldn’t control himself. Clover knew they were to be mated, so I can just imagine the way she would feel anytime he even spoke to another girl. For the first time, I’m a little happy that I didn’t know who my mate would be. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t, I guess.

The tension is running high in the room as Grayson and River glare at each other across the kitchen table. The pack members that were loading up their plates have paused and are staring at the duo. 

“How long were you gone?” I ask River, attempting to break some of the tension.

He runs his hands down his face and looks exhausted for a minute. “Six months” He says with a self deprecating smile. “I missed that little brat.”

“She was, like, fourteen” Grayson says with a false soprano that I think is suppose to imitate River, then his voice deepens to his regular octave, “Fuck you. The day we came back I found you pinning her against the wall with your tongue down her throat.”

River gives him a smug smile. “She can’t keep her hands off me.” One of the former Harbor Springs pack members shouts, “I think you mean it the other way around!” and the room erupts in laughter.

The pack filters in and out, grabbing food and drinks while stopping to introduce themselves or compliment the meal. A couple walks up to me hand in hand and I immediately notice the twin bite marks on their necks. The girl blushes and rubs her hand over the spot when she notices my stare.

“Hi! I’m Mandy and this is Abram,” She says, gesturing to the man to her left. “I hope its okay, I mean...” She looks nervous and glances down at her shuffling feet. Abram gives her hand a squeeze and continues for her, “We mated last night.”

“I hope you don’t think that’s in poor taste or disrespectful or anything” Mandy blurts out. “We heard you guys mated and we thought it would be okay, but maybe we should have talked to you. We’ve wanted to for a while and it just seemed like a good time, but now I’m not so sure...” I cut off her ramblings with a hug.

“Congratulations!” I tell her as Grayson places a hand on my waist and shakes Abram’s hand. She outwardly sighs in relief. I notice the way her mate stays by her side, like there is a gravitation pull that keeps them together. I wonder if Grayson and I look like that.

“Great!” She tells me with a sincere smile, “Hopefully you will get pregnant soon and then I could try and then we could raise our pups together!” Shocked, I notice this girl has a tendency to ramble. She must see the change on my face because she steps back and blushes again. She rambles some more about being sorry and hoping we can be friends before walking away to enjoy her meal. 

Grayson gives me a concerned look and wraps me in his arms. I lay my head against his chest and just absorb his strength. I feel weird, like this is something we should have talked about together and now I’m being forced to think about it in a room full of people. Also, I never considered that my choosing to get pregnant or not would effect anyone else, but Mandy was right. They will be looking for me to start before anyone else feels like they have the okay to continue.

I step back and say the first thing that pops into my head, “They heard us?”

It’s River that answers me. With werewolf hearing, my quiet voice is still loud enough for him. “Of course. You are fucking loud.” He gets up and clears his plate. I nestle into Grayson chest again, but when I finally have the courage to look up at him, he’s smiling.

“I’m going to take that as a compliment” He tells me and I blush further. He dips down to taste my lips. A door to our left squeaks open and we both turn towards the noise. A disheveled looking Iris peeks out wearing a mens t-shirt and nothing else. Meeting my eyes, she slumps in defeat and walks out. Griffin steps out behind her, stretching his arms above his head with a yawn. He’s bare chested and I think I know what happened to his shirt. He gives Iris a playful slap on the ass and she yelps, skitters down the hall, and bangs the bathroom door shut. With a raised eyebrow, I cross my arms, square off my shoulders, and give Griffin a look.

“What?” He asks, stealing a piece of bacon from the pan. I have half a mind to slap his hand away. I’d say who knows where his fingers have been, but I think I have a pretty good idea now. “I have a thing for blondes” He tells me with a wolfish grin.

Gray Lake Wolves Part 3

The day of our mating shimmers with excitement in the air. It reminds me of the human weddings I’ve seen in movies. A mating is usually a private event. Sometimes the couple doesn’t even announce it until after and the family hosts a small party. Those are matings of love and probably happened during intercourse. A mating for an Alpha is completely different. This public affair will tie our packs together. Everyone wants to witness.

Paloma stays by my side the whole morning. She has anointed herself as my maid of honor and I think she might be a little too obsessed with human traditions. She brushes my long auburn hair and helps me dress in a cream colored dress. 

Grayson looks in my eyes and pledges to protect me, provide for me, and father any children we shall have. My words are different. I promise to give myself only to him, to obey him, comfort him, and care for him. Then together we agree to have pack safety and peace at the forefront of our minds at all time.

With an ancient knife from the Harbor Springs pack, a slice my finger and place my hand in Grayson’s. He brings my finger to his mouth and places the bloody digit on his tongue. His pupils dilate. His skin shimmers and I know his wolf is right under the surface, waiting to break free. He uses a Pine Mountain pack knife to cut his own finger and I place it in my mouth. His blood lands on my tongue and I can almost feel my wolf pushing against my skin. She wants out. She wants him. I think I might too.

Suddenly there is another sense in my head. Normally there is my own voice and the feelings that my wolf sends through, but now Grayson is added to the mix. I can’t hear his thoughts, but his emotions nip at the back of my mind like a nagging thought you almost forgot about. Focusing, I can better pin point his feelings. Excitement, desire, and a hint of nervousness flood into my mind. I wonder what he must be feeling.

He leans forward and captures my lips in his. Immediately, Pretty Boy, who I now know actually goes by the name River, begins to howl. The rest of the packs join in and then they are waiting for Grayson and I to shift. He sheds my clothes while I do the same to him. Like the last time we shifted together, he places a kiss on my mouth and we change into our wolf forms.

Everyone else follows and we all run off into the woods. I’ve already said my goodbyes and packed my belongs in bags that some of the males in my new pack are now carrying. The Pine Mountain pack follows us to the edge of the territory line. Paloma’s wolf gives me an extra rub against my side and we continue, listening to the howling fade into the back ground.

Next the Harbor Springs Pack branches off and continues on to their land. They still have another two days of traveling before they will be home. I offered to have their pack rest with ours, but Yara declined and told me that my pack needed this time to bond.

We approach the familiar cabin that will be our new home base. It is large, with ten bedrooms and plenty of space for our new pack of seventeen. Since all of our pack members are unmated, with the exception of Grayson and myself, we will all be living together. Eventually, pack members will start building their own smaller cabins around the picturesque lake.

The wolves with the packs shift first, pulling out clothing for the rest of us. Griffin stands in front of me while I shift and quickly change into my clothes. Werewolves and nudity go hand and hand, but being raised as an alpha’s daughter I learned to conceal my body when its not absolutely necessary. Being an alpha’s daughter is a little like being a bargaining chip. Virginity is essential, being the only way to promise there aren’t any pups from other lovers already growing in the womb. The pack attempts to remove the temptation by sheltering the daughters.

Living so close to the human world aided in my modesty. I’ve heard stories about the Harbor Springs pack where sex in public and/or with multiple partners is completely normal. I’m hoping to find some middle ground with our new pack.

Once dressed, Grayson takes my hand, a gesture I can only describe as romantic. His emotions swirl through my mind. Exhaustion, anxiousness, and still a hint of desire. He leads me up the front steps and into the beautiful cabin. We silently take the stairs and when I go to turn right, towards the alpha suite, he guides me left.

“I have a surprise” He winks at me when I start to protest. I let him lead me down the hall and we go up the attic stairs. At least, it use to be the attic stairs. Now the whole attic has been transformed into a suite that makes the old alpha suite look tiny. It spans the whole house with an area for sitting, a gigantic bed covered in blankets and pillows, and a walk-in closet.

“How did you...” I start to ask. I was here just last fall and I didn’t notice anything different in the attic.

He smiles. “I spent the last six months getting ready for you. I changed a few other things too, but I wanted a bigger suite for us and more privacy.”

Grayson sets my bags down and turns to me, “Get settled in. I’m going to make sure that everyone is finding a room alright.”

When he leaves, I take a few more minutes to explore the room around me. There are gigantic bay windows on either side of the room and right now the sunrise is visible through the window facing the woods. We ran for a little over eighteen hours and I realize it has been almost a day since I’ve been mated.

I check out the other bay window and an amazing view of the lake. A door to the left leads into a master bathroom fit for a king and queen. I think of River’s nick-name for me and giggle. There was a walk in shower with intricate stone work and multiple shower heads. Double sinks ran along the opposite wall. To the side a tub large enough for two. I noticed the shower was already stocked with my favorite honey almond shampoo and lavender soap.

Feeling achy and dirty from the run, I stepped out of my clothes and turned on the shower. It felt wonderful. A felt like a whole new woman when I emerged and covered myself with a plush gray towel. Yawning the entire time, I put on a loose t-shirt and comfortable shorts and climbed into bed. The bed smelled faintly of Grayson. He must have slept here while renovating. Just before I drifted off, I wondered where my mate was. I could feel that he was happy, but he was tired too. I hoped I would wake with him next to me.

~

I woke alone to the sun setting in the window closest to the bed. Leaning over to sniff the other side, I learned that Grayson hadn’t been there recently. A thought nagged in the back of my mind, thinking about his threat of filling his bed with other women and wondering where he had been all day.

I padded down the stairs and into the kitchen to fetch a glass of water. The cabin seemed empty. I felt strange and awkward in my own house and it was putting me in a sour mood. I stepped out onto the porch in an attempt to shake it. Remembering the bond, I searched my head for Grayson. I could feel joy, passion, and... arousal.

Just then I heard him laugh. It was a sound I hadn’t heard nearly enough. He walked around the side of the cabin with River, the raven haired girl, and another girl with sandy blonde hair swept up in a pony tail. The raven haired girl had her hand wrapped around his forearm and was whispering in his ear.

River spotted me first and called out, “Good morning Sleeping Beauty. I think you slept the day away.”

I nodded and covered my mouth as a yawn slipped out. River shared a smile with Grayson and said, “She’s adorable. Can we keep her?” I blushed and hid my face in my hands. When I peeked out, the raven haired girl was pulling on Grayson’s arm and whispering adamantly.

“Have you met Raven and Iris?” River asked, gesturing to the girls. The blonde gave me a half smile and waved, while the dark haired girl just looked the other way. Raven. I can’t believe her name is actually Raven.

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Clara.”

“We know” Iris giggles and then asks, “We are going swimming at the late. Do you want to come?”

Raven let’s out a huff and impatiently starts pulling Grayson again and he’s doing nothing, just letting her. If I had to guess, this must be one of the women that he used to fill his bed. I wonder if that’s where he was while I was sleeping.

“Sure. I’ll be down there in a few minutes” I say with a smile. Walking away, Raven loops her arm through Iris’s and I hear her whisper, “She’s probably going to come out with a human bathing suit on.” They both chuckle.

I was going to go down there with a bathing suit, but now I know that must not be the right thing to do. I hate that this girl is making me feel self conscious. I’m the mate of the alpha. This pack is mine. With renewed confidence, I march down to the lake.

I strip my clothes off and drive into the water. Holy shit! That was a mistake. It’s late spring, but the water feels like it must be around 30 degrees. My nipples pebble and goosebumps pop up all over my arms and legs. I look around for Grayson and River, but they aren’t here. There are a few other park members playing in the water, but none of them are from the group that just invited me. I spend a few more minutes in the icy water, waiting to see if they’ll come, but my fingers and toes start feeling numb.

Feeling stupid, I put my clothes over my wet skin. My hair is dripping down my back and I’m chilled to the bone. Someone built a fire closer to the house and I see silhouettes of people sitting in chairs and standing around. I make my way over to the fire and spread my hands out to warm them. Looking across the flame I see Grayson sitting in an adirondack chair with big comfy pillows. Raven is sitting on one side and Iris is on the other.

Iris catches my eye and has the nerve to look sheepish. “Hey Clara, the water was too cold to swim. We came over here to keep warm by the fire.”

Again, I’m feeling self conscious with these girls. They are sitting on either side of my mate and there is no room to add another chair. Considering my options, I’m startled when Grayson takes my hand and pulls me into his lap. He’s wearing a soft sweatshirt, but I can feel the heat radiating off his body. His warmth on my cold skin makes me shiver. He asks, “Are you cold, Baby?” but doesn’t wait for my answer and strips off his sweatshirt, places it on my head, and helps me feed my arms through the sleeves. I groan as the heat infiltrates my bones and snuggle up closer on his now bare chest.

River comes by with two bottles of beer, hands one to Grayson, and asks, “Can I get you something, Princess?”

I scrunch my nose and shake my head. Ugh, I drank too much the night before our mating and I still feel like I’m paying for it. He chuckles and says, “Aw, but you’re a fun drunk. You give cute little sloppy kisses and dance so dirty.”

I squeak and cover my face in embarrassment. Oh God, it seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I know I have to live with this boy and he’s never going to let me live this down. I feel the rumble of Grayson’s laughter under me and give him a sharp look.

“Don’t look at me like that. I like your kisses and the dirty dancing, as long as it’s with me” He says, kissing me on the head. River walks over to Iris’s chair and nudges it with his foot. She gives him a dirty look before going over to squeeze in next to Raven. So that was all it takes to get them to move?

I lean my head against Gray’s chest so I’m facing toward River. He’s talking to Griffin and a few other men, but I’m not really listening. Grayson is rubbing his thumb up and down my jaw and nuzzling into my neck. I feel warm and content.

Placing a kiss beneath my ear, Grayson says, “This is my favorite place to be, right here.” Inwardly, I swoon. That is the sweetest thing anyone has every said to me. 

Then I hear Raven’s voice, “He use to say that about my pussy.” She sounds drunk. Sounding equally wasted, I hear Iris try to whisper, “Don’t worry, he’ll probably be saying that to you again later tonight.”

Gray says nothing. It’s Griffin that speaks up. “What the fuck? He’s just going to let them talk like that? Right in front of her?” He starts standing up like he’s going to confront Grayson, but River blocks him.

“This is fucking shit. They are disrespecting her right in front of him and he’s doing shit” He continues, his voice growing louder.

River’s voice is low and calm in comparison, “Stop. Just look at him. He’s not paying attention to them. He’s so lost in her, he’s not even listening to us right now.”

I notice that he’s right. Grayson is still stroking my face and seems completely oblivious. I glance up at him and he’s just staring at my face like he’s trying to memorize it. His eyes meet mine and he gives me a tender smile. Enamored, I take the hand that has been making a path along my jaw and pull it to my lips. It’s the hand he used for our blood bond and his finger tip has a faint white line going down the middle.

I put the finger in my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. It tastes salty and warm. Grayson’s breath hitches when a graze my teeth along the pad. I nip it hard. Hard enough to draw blood. Sharing blood between mates like that is erotic. My thighs instantly become slick with my arousal and my breasts feel heavy against my shirt.

Grayson growls and shifts me so I’m straddling his waist. I can feel his long, hard, shape against my belly. I feel frenzied. He kisses me, tongue sliding in my mouth and gliding along my own. I grind down into his erection, completely forgetting the fact that we are surrounded by people. He slides a hand down my back, grabs onto my ass, and lifts me up.

This time, I barely hear the howling as he carries me toward the house. We’re lost in our own little bubble of lust. My hands are around his neck and I’m dragging my body up and down his shaft, trying anyway I can to get friction.

Grayson groans and stumbles toward the ground. He twists last minute so that I land on top of him, straddling his hips. He catches the hem of both his sweatshirt and my t-shirt and pulls them off together. He leans up to capture a naked breast in his mouth and I frantically rub against him.

Somehow, he gets us up again and makes his way up the cabin stairs. The hands on my ass start creeping inward and I know the moment that he feels the wetness soaking between my legs. “Fuck” He gasps and sets my bottom on the top step so my legs are slanting down the rest of the stairs. He kneels on a lower step and pulls my shorts off my hips.

Instantly, his mouth is on me and I don’t even care that the group of werewolves are just a few feet away, still howling. He places my legs over his shoulders and it changes the angle. His tongue flicks against my clit. I grab his hair and thread my fingers through the silky strands. He slides a hand up to grasp a breast and tweaks the nipple. I come hard, grinding into his face and screaming his name.

Breathing hard, he places a gentle kiss in the inside of my left thigh and smirks up at me. I use his hair to pull him up to my mouth and press my lips to his. Loving the way I taste on his mouth, I want more.

He carries me up both flights of stairs and deposits me on the lush bed. Just when he’s about to pull off his shorts, a thought wanders through my head. “Wait!” I call out, nearly panting. “Where were you today while I was sleeping?” I’m not sure if it should matter, but it does. Do I really want to give everything to a man that was with someone else just hours ago?

He looks confused for a moment. “I made sure everyone was all set. When I came back up, you were asleep, so I took a nap on the couch. Then I went hunting and ran into Raven and Iris. Why?”

He must realize because his face softens and he pulls me into his arms. “Baby, what I said the other day about being with other women? I meant if years go by and you still didn’t want to have sex with me. If you wanted this mating to be strictly in the name only. I can’t get you out of my mind. I haven’t even thought about anyone else.”

Flustered, I stutter out, “What about when I saw you earlier? I sensed your arousal before I saw you. You were with River, Raven, and Iris.”

He chuckles, “I saw the bay window from the outside and thought about my beautiful girl sleeping in the bed I want to fuck her in. It was a treat to turn the corner and find you looking all sweet and sexy with your adorable little sleepy voice.”

He kisses me slowly, but it heats up quickly. His hands roam my body, skimming over the curves of my breasts, down my waist, and over my hips.

“Are you sure you want this, Baby?” He asks, nuzzling into my neck. It’s sweet that he’s giving me an out. If you asked me a few days ago, I never would have expected that I’d say yes. He’s different than I expected. I’ve seen hints of his aggression in the warning growls he gives, but still he’s gentle. Maybe it’s because I want this mating to work, or because I want what’s best for the pack, or maybe I just want him. The reason doesn’t matter, I nod my head yes.

The sincerity in his smile makes me melt a little. “Okay. I’m going to try to go slow, but I’ve been warned by other mated males that at some point my wolf will take over and claim you” He warns. I heard the same thing from females in my old pack, to expect pain as he breaks through my virginity and when things get better my wolf will push me to mark him and make him mine.

I pull him down to kiss him and he groans in my mouth. My hands travel down his broad shoulders and over the hard planes of his chest to the spot where his athletic shorts start. My fingers graze the waist band and he sucks in a breath. He helps me pull them down until his manhood is standing there in all its glory. He smells all musky and manly. Drops of pre-cum pool at the mushroom tip and his scrotum looks heavy and tight.

He notices my staring and gives me a playful wink. His hands sweep down the inside of my thighs. Fingers brush over my wetness and gently stroke my clit. I just came downstairs on the porch stairs, but I’m already feeling it building again low in my belly. My hips are rising, seeking out something else, and he slides a finger into my tight, wet pussy.

I moan into his mouth. He uses that finger to slide the wetness up to my clit, giving it a few flicks, and dives back down with two fingers. It feels tighter this time. I’ve only ever used one finger on myself and his fingers are much larger than mine. He pumps them in and out, using his thumb to tap my clit at the same time. Dripping wet, my pussy feels greedy, slurping him in. My muscles start twitching and I know something big is about to happen, but then he just stops.

“No!” I call out, pushing my hips up and trying to get that feeling to come back. So close! He holds his cock in his hand and rubs it along my slippery wetness from clit to pussy. Every time it bumps that nub, I feel myself get even wetter until he starts slipping just the tip into my throbbing hole.

After a few times, he slides it in farther. He’s met with some resistance, but pushes ahead. I can feel the moment my virginity snaps and makes room for his massive cock. It hurts and I whimper, but I’m a werewolf and pain doesn’t affect me the same way it does for humans. Besides, he has already begun to push in and out. His hand works my clit again and the pain is forgotten. 

“Fuck, so tight” He says, his voice half a growl. His skin is vibrating, his pupils dilated, he’s trying to hold back his wolf. He pumps harder and I start meeting him, grinding my hips into his. My wolf is pushing to come out with every stroke and I growl at him. Harder, faster, he growls back. He leans down to where my neck meets my shoulder and I tilt my head to give him better access to my throat. The new position lines his throat up with my lips and they travel there, just as the world explodes around me and I come around his cock. I don’t think, my wolf just acts, I bite him. 

He bites me back. His teeth sinking into my flesh is the best kind of pain and sets off another round of spasms. I feel his dick twitch inside and then he squirts hot cum along the walls of my pussy. I keep milking him, coming down from that second orgasm.

He finally stills and pulls out, giving me that perfect panty dropping smile. He falls back on his back. Through our bond, which was just strengthened by the blood we just exchanged, I feel his content and adoration. He pulls me to his side and kisses my head. “Thank you. That means everything. You mean everything.” He says with a yawn and we fall asleep, just like that. No cleaning up. No showers. His cum still leaking out and dripping down my leg. What can I say? We are animals.

Gray Lake Wolves Part 2

I make my way back to the Alpha house and collected clothing. Walking around in the nude is always frowned upon when you are the alpha’s daughter. A quick look in the mirror shows a deep purple bruise on the side of my neck. He marked me. That asshole. Even though I’m annoyed, I decide not to cover it and throw on a green summer dress. If he wants everyone to see the mark, I’ll just let them look.

It seems like there is a party going on outside the cabin where pack meeting are held. There are a few bonfires, music, and food set up throughout. Normally, I would be excited and barely need a reason to celebrate. Werewolves are social creatures. We enjoy spending time together like that, but today it feels like everyone else is partying while I’m mourning my freedom. 

Someone pinches the inside of my arm and I look over to see Sable, my father’s mate. “Where have you been?” She asks with narrowed eyes.

I open my mouth to answer, but it must not really matter because she’s pulling me along, towards the cabin.

“That little stunt you pulled earlier was extremely immature. You need to think about all your father and I have done for you. This alliance insures pack safety. You need to respect your mate and produce a pup as soon as possible.”

My mouth opens and closes like a little guppy fish as I try to figure out what to say. “But, I’m only eighteen!” I stammer out.

Sable rolls her eyes, “How old do you think I was when I mated with your father?”

I never really considered it before. I was very young when they were mated. It was shortly after my mother was killed. I was still too afraid to even go to their mating ritual. It wasn’t until Snow was a toddler that I started warming back up to the other wolves. I would watch her from the window, playing with my father. Her two chubby human legs pumping hard trying to chase his four-legged beast. She’d squeal with laughter as my father’s wolf bounced around, stealing licks under her sweet dimpled chin whenever she got close.

I went outside that day. My father was so surprised he immediately shifted to his human form. Since my mother was killed, I had avoided the wolves at all costs. They tried everything, having the weakest, the youngest, and the most familiar wolves approach me, but it didn’t matter. I still curled myself up in a ball, shaking and crying with the memories of her death. 

After that day, I progressed by leaps and bounds, but two years later a certain grey werewolf attacked me while I was playing in the woods. He pinned me to the ground, made me submit, and then just ran off. It wasn’t until I started shifting myself that I truly became comfortable around the other wolves and it wasn’t until a couple hours ago that I felt anything for Grayson other than fear.

Interrupting me from my inner dialogue, Sable continues with a huff, “At least you are mating a young, attractive male. He hasn’t mated with anyone else. He has no children from other women.”

We are at the door now and she stops and turns to me. “Let me give you some motherly advice,” she tells me, tucking a stray hair behind my ear, “Make this work out. We have the humans in front of us and we can’t keep watching our backs. This alliance has been in the workings for a long time. You just need to do your part.”

With that, she pulls me inside the cabin and I follow her up the stairs.

~

Upstairs, Yara and Vera, the Beta’s mate, are already sitting down and deep in conversation. Seeing me enter, they both look up with kind smiles. Yara pats the chair next to her and I go take a seat.

“Here’s our girl. We were wondering when you would come back around. We thought you might have some questions.”

Now that I thought about it, I did. Not questions about the mating process, but things much more important. “Where are we going to live? Grayson isn’t your oldest son.” I asked.

Yara and Vera share a secret smile. “It is something we have been working on for a long time. The rest of the packs just found out tonight, hence the celebration.” She gestures outside where we can still hear laughing and music. 

Then she begins to explain. She tells me about the increase in population that happens whenever an alpha couple is having pups. All the other mated pairs tend to start creating families too. Yara had six pups in 15 years, so during that 15 years, there was a baby boom in the Harbor Springs pack. They could handle the pups, but now that the pups are grown and will be starting their own families, the pack will be overpopulated. 

Most of the Harbor Springs wolves between the ages of twenty-two and eighteen, along with a few of the Pine Mountain wolves of the same age, will be splitting off and creating a new pack with Grayson as the Alpha and myself as his mate.

Our territory will be made up of mostly Harbor Springs land, with a lake and cabin from Pine Mountain land. The cabin is one that I have been to. Unmated females are removed from the pack during their heat cycles to eliminate temptation. I spent my only heat cycle so far, which was six months ago, at the beautiful cabin overlooking the lake.

Yara reveals that this will be the first branch pack for the first time in nearly 100 years in our area. We are going to have to learn how to make this work for ourselves and Grayson and I will play an important part. She then goes on to give me advice about her son. 

“He is an early waker,” She warns, “That boy never sleeps. He’s up before the sun.”

She continues, giving me information about my future mate.

“He’s too serious, but I think you could get him to loosen up. Encourage him to play.”

“He is very aggressive. Don’t let him treat you like an object.”

“He tends to be singularly focussed. He gives all his attention to one thing and ignores everything else.”

She ends with, “I know this came as a shock to you, but I think you will both be just fine.” She gestures to the love bite on my neck and I blush. Maybe I should have covered that up.

~

The older women leave me outside the cabin doors and retreat to their rooms to prepare for tomorrow. Glancing around the gathering outside, I can tell that most of the older pack members have left as well. The group that is left is all in their late teens and early twenties. With the bonfire and dancing, it looks like a house party scene out of a human movie.

I spot Aspen near Paloma and her older brother, Griffin, and casually make my way over. Wolves don’t limit alcohol, even to minors, and it is obvious that Aspen is wasted. He sees me coming over and steps away from the group.

“Clara!” He shouts. “Hey I’m sorry about earlier, but I guess there is no hard feelings. It seems you don’t really mind after all.” As he says this, his lip turns up in a disgusted snarl.

“Aspen, I know it’s not really your fault, but I feel like I was led on. You knew and you did nothing to diminish my attention.”

He steps closer and the overwhelming smell of alcohol on his breath makes me nauseous. “Why does it even matter? Your mate showed up here with the scent of your arousal all over his face. You’re not still pining over me, that’s for sure.”

I step back with a gasp and glance around the ground. I see Grayson immediately. He’s with a group of his own pack members. A girl with raven hair rubs his arm suggestively, but he only has eyes for me.

Noting my confusion, Aspen takes another step towards me. “That’s right, Little Miss Virgin has no idea. We are werewolves Clara. Did you think we wouldn’t find out? Did you think his scent wouldn’t be all over you? You reek of him. Do you know what happened when he strolled in here smelling like he took a dip between your legs?”

I shake my head. I couldn’t talk even if I had something to say. My throat is tight and my mouth is dry. I know Aspen is drunk, but he has never been a mean drunk until now.

“Your father just sniffed him up and down to make sure there wasn’t a trace of your blood on him and then gave him a pat on the shoulder and chuckled. He laughed. As long as that pretty little cherry of yours hasn’t been popped, he doesn’t care. It’s funny. That’s what this whole treaty is based on, that sweet little cherry between your legs...”

I don’t think I want to hear anymore, but that doesn’t matter because Griffin puts himself between me and Aspen. Aspen backs away with his hands up in a surrendering position, shaking his head and asking, “Tell me Clara, would you have let me have it? Before all this? Would you have given it to me for free?” He smirks, turns around, and stalks off toward the alcohol table.

“He’s going to be really pissed with himself when he realizes that he ruined your friendship tonight” Griffin tells me and I just nod. 

“For what it’s worth, I had no idea. The way he talked, I thought you were going to be mated. I think even though he knew, he still wanted you” Griffin says as Paloma bounces up to me with a red Solo cup and passes it to me. I drink and the fruity liquid hits my tongue. Mmmm. Hair of the Wolf, the punch that our Beta makes for big gatherings, is known for getting you smashed and gets it done quickly. No wonder Aspen was out of his mind.

Griffin and Paloma stay with me and soon we are all dancing to the music. A cup and a half later, I’m feeling tipsy and my inhibitions are lowered. A bumping beat blasts through the speakers and Paloma announces, “This is your jam, girl!”

Apparently we spend too much time at human night clubs and parties. I do love the song. Normally, I would find some cute human boy to dance with all night, maybe even kiss a little. There is no fear for our parents when we go party with humans. An aggressive human male would be no match for the wolf inside me.

As Kelis sings about bringing all the boys to the yard, I start dancing suggestively with Griffin behind me, grinding my ass into his hips to the beat of the song. Griffin is sweet. He has always been like an older brother to me. I mean, if you had a hot older brother that you have secret fantasies about, but have never acted on. I turn around and glide my hands up and down his chest. I loop an arm around his neck, pull him down, and place a lingering kiss on his lips.

“Sorry Sweetheart,” he says grinning, “I don’t want to get on my new alpha’s bad side.”

It takes me a moment to realize what he’s saying and then I’m jumping up and down, not even caring that he just rejected my kiss. “Really? You’re coming with me?” I ask.

“Yup, and Paloma is joining us when she turns eighteen. Grayson asked that your closest friends become a part of the new pack too.”

I can’t help it, I give him a huge hug. I keep my lips to myself, but we go back to dancing and it is still a little on the dirty side. A really handsome boy approaches me with half a grin on his full lips. I’ve never seen him before, so he must be from the Harbor Valley pack. He’s big and tall, not quite large as Grayson, but about the same size as Aspen. He has messy light blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. Actually everything about this boy is pretty, so I greet him by saying “Hi Pretty Boy.”

He laughs and a dimple pops out on one side of his cheeks. “Hi Princess” He says back.

“Princess?” I ask, scrunching my nose in distaste.

“Of course, you are the Pine Mountain Pack Princess and after tomorrow, I will be your Beta.” He kneels down like a knight and places a kiss on my hand. I like this boy, he’s funny.

“Oh, my Beta? I see. Grayson sent you over here to make sure I behave.”

“Busted!” He laughs, his eyes dancing with humor.

“Pretty boy, this is my last night as a single woman. My last chance to have fun,” I say, pulling him towards me and dancing against him. “You look like you could be fun,” I tell him and pull his mouth to my mouth. I have my tongue sliding against his before he knows what’s happening.

He pulls away, looking shocked and a little scared. I almost feel bad, but still, I giggle. At the sound, his lips twitch up in that half smile. He taps a finger on my nose. “Ah, ha! I get it, Princess. You want him to come over here.”

I raise my eyebrows and try not to laugh. That was exactly what I wanted. Someone grabs me around the waist and my back bumps against a hard chest. I know his smell already. It tickles the inside of my nose and makes a sweet ache low in my belly. Grayson growls against my neck and whispers in my ear, “If you wanted me over here, Baby, all you had to do was ask.”

I turn to face him and wrap both arms around his neck. We are dancing so close that I’m not sure where he starts and I end. “I thought you were busy” I say, nodding toward the group he was standing with before. The raven haired girl is starring daggers in my direction, while the rest of the group seems to be watching us curiously.

“Never too busy for you, Baby” He says, his lips skimming my lips and his thumb tracing the shape of my jaw. He leans down to place a kiss on my lips. I must be drunker than I thought because I slip my tongue out to taste him. This man that I feared just hours ago is now someone that I’m aching for.

He kisses me hard, lips parting and tongue sliding out to greet mine. Aspen was right, he does smell like me. I can even taste a hint of what I am assuming must be myself on his bottom lip. I suck it into my mouth and drag my lower teeth against it.

A loud howl comes from somewhere on the side of us and it startles me. Grayson smiles against my mouth and pulls back. Pointing over to where Pretty Boy is still howling while the rest of the Harbor Valley pack joins in, he explains, “In our pack, we howl when the Alpha and his mate show affection. A happy mating means a happy pack. They are letting us know that they are thrilled to witness our affection and thankful we are together.”

The idea is sobering. I’ve heard whispers that the Pine Mountain pack was happier when my mother was still alive. That their mating was stronger than the one my father has with Sable. I always wanted a mating like the one my parents had. Looking up at this beautiful man, I think maybe I will have that after all.

The air crackles with something magical as the human howls are replaced by longer wolf howls. “Shift with me?” Grayson asks, toying with the hem of my dress. I lift my arms up and he slips it off. We undress each other until we are both in our most natural form.  He gives me one more lingering kiss and we shed our human skins to run with the pack. Our pack.