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Behind me,
hands caress my ass while someone else spreads my legs. The sudden flick of
moisture on my aching clit makes me gasp- a tongue tickling the sensitive skin
into a flurry of excitement.

“You like
this, don’t you?” Frank asks as he fondles my boobs.

“Yeah,” I
say, hardly more than a breath, and keep kissing his chest. The course fur
tickles my nose as I mouth his nipples, the brown fleshy nubs hardening beneath
my tongue.

The gentle
licks turn into rough laps on my cunt, and suddenly a finger joins the fun. The
digit slides into my pussy with ease, slipping in and out as my clit sings with
joy. I grip onto Frank’s muscular back and try to focus on my mission- make it
to his cock- but the overwhelming pleasure running up and down my body makes it
almost impossible.

Suddenly, I
fall to my knees and glance down. I’m squatting on Joe’s face, his tongue still
working its magic. I have no idea who’s behind me but they can just keep doing
what they’re doing. Looking up, I notice Frank’s cock- the thick shaft long and
inviting and hard as iron. I lean in, teasing the tip with my mouth until he
gasps.

“You do like
this,” he says, his voice as breathy as my own now.

I smile as I
take him inside, the tang of his pre-cum tingling across my taste buds, and
swirl my talented muscles around his throbbing member. I feel like a starving
woman as I inhale him, my teeth and lips applying just enough pressure to rock
his world.

Behind me
another tongue joins in- this one tasting my backdoor with the gentlest of
flicks. I don’t even know if it’s the same pack mate finger fucking me into
oblivion and I don’t care. It’s all I can do to suck Frank’s cock there’s so
much pressure building up inside me right now.

Suddenly,
Frank’s strong hands push me back, and Joe and the other two stop whatever they
were doing like they have some kind of hive mind. Gasping, my body just about
to tip over the edge, I look up at him.

He rubs a
long fingered hand over my cheek. “Not yet, Red,” he says and pulls me to my
feet.

I stumble
into him- my legs weak from the onslaught- and strong freckled arms wrap around
me from behind. The stiffness of Bill’s cock pressed firmly between my legs and
teasing my wet clit

It’s so
close to my cunt. He could just slip it inside at any moment. I press back into
him just as Frank kisses me again- the force of Bill’s entrance jolting like
electricity through my body. On either side of me, hands cup a tit and pinch my
pink nipples as Frank rubs his own throbbing erection on my slit.

I trust them
to hold me up and reach for Joe and Dean- it’s no fun if they don’t get to play
too- and grab each of their cocks in a hand. My gentle tugs quickly turn
frantic as Bill and Frank assault my pussy with pleasure. Suddenly, the
tingling of orgasm overtakes me- rushing down my thighs and over my stomach. I
gasp into Frank’s chest, the hair cushioning my head as the pleasure rolls over
my body. I never knew an orgasm could be that intense.

Bill slams
into me a few more times, his cock bursting as it’s buried to the hilt inside
me and his body rigid behind mine. For a moment I’m lost in Bill’s heavy pants,
my own heart hammering in my chest as I grip onto Frank. I don’t even remember
letting go of Dean and Joe.

“One down
thee to go,” Frank says, humor in his voice.

I nod- I’m
not sure why, but I understand what he means. I can handle all the rest of them
just fine. As long as I don’t have to walk afterwards.

The rain
picks up outside the garage, a sheet of it pouring over the open doors. Good
thing the backyard’s fence is high or we’d be giving the neighbors a show.
Frank lets me slip to my knees, positioning himself beneath me so his staff is
easy to ride.

I smile at
the look on his face- not expectation like most guys I’ve been with- but a look
of adoration. He’s been waiting for this probably longer that I have.

“You’ll have
to help,” I say as I ease my pussy over his aching length. God! It’s bigger
than Bill’s, which is something!

Before I
ride him, I pull Joe over by the leg. He was so considerate of my slit earlier
I think it’s time to return the favor. I open my mouth and invite him inside
just as Frank grips my hips. Another set of hands wrap around from behind me-
holding my tits and pressing the fat head of a cock into my ass cheek. Being
adored by four hot men really has its upsides.

“Dean,” I
say as I lavish attention on Joe’s cock with my tongue. “Use some lube before
you put it in.”

“I wouldn’t
have it any other way, Red,” he says, his voice as polite as always.

I hold Joe’s
balls in my hands, rolling the thick sack around on my palm as I take him fully
in my mouth. Below me, Frank’s fingers burn delightful trails into my hips, his
cock thrusting into me with contained power. Each entrance nudges something
deep inside- a spot of shear pleasure that sends a prickling desire for more
over my entire body.

Cool fingers
spread my cheeks, squeezing inside my forbidden opening until it tickles. Hot
kisses trail over my shoulders and the back of my neck as Dean positions
himself. It’s all I can do to focus on the job at hand- Joe’s cock in my mouth-
as Frank slowly fucks me and Dean’s dick nudges its way inside.

His cock
scorches my hole- stretching slowly as he eases it inside. “Fuck, you’re so
tight,” he breathes into my neck as his hands find purchase on my needy tits.

Pulling
back, I moan and lick Joe’s balls, wrapping my hand around his length to pump
him while I do it.

The fire in
my ass gives me a new thrill- each thrust a jolt of ultimate enjoyment. My
whole body shudders with the overload of sensations. I’m not sure how much more
I can take. Thrust. Lick. Thrust. Suck.

Suddenly,
Joe’s cock bursts, the hot cum dripping over my leg and onto Frank’s chest as
the man falls to his knees. I smile and close my eyes to focus on each feeling
- each thundering thrust into my hungry body. Why did it take so long for me to
see them? To realize they weren’t just crazy weirdoes but crazy werewolves who
were madly in love with me? 

Just then
Dean stiffens and cums, his heat filling me as his body trembles. The smooth
muscles of his chest flush with my back as he grips onto my stomach. I smile at
his thickness diminishing inside me. Yes. This is how it should be.

I know I’m
close again- the prickling build up of pressure fills my groin. But I want to
cum with Frank. I want this to be special. I stare into the wolf’s bright blue
eyes and he stares back into mine. Leaning forward, I meet his lips halfway and
we kiss. Our tongues mingle together just barely as he pushes into my harder
and faster than before.

“Oh. Oh. Oh,
Frank,” I mumble as I tumble off the precipice into the intensity of the orgasm
once again. Inside me, his cock bursts, the warmth overflowing into my gripping
pussy.

Instantly
his arms wrap around me, pulling me back to his mouth for another kiss. I give
into him, trying again to catch my breath as my body rolls with the
aftereffects of what just happened.

The other
pack members join us in a pile on the garage floor, all of us dirty and covered
in sweat as the rain makes music on the roof. As the fatigue sets in, I close
my eyes to the sound of four other heartbeats pounding with my own. Four other
people who have always been there for me only I was too blind to see it.

Frank slowly
pushes a piece of hair from my forehead. “Welcome to the pack, Red.”

I smile into
his chest. I couldn’t be happier to join.

Beauty
and the Wolf

 

I press the
button on the elevator with my red nails and think for the hundredth time that
day that I really should try to wear matching lipstick now and then. Maybe that
would catch his attention. The ledger held against my chest like a shield, I
practically hold my breath on the ride down to archives. I probably should have
used the stairs- my librarian’s butt could use the extra workout- and it would
take more time. More time to think about the man I was going to see. More time
to prepare myself for disappointment.

When I get
to his office I stare at the name on the door for a moment. Caleb Ulven.
Strange, but he says it’s Norwegian. I looked it up once. It means ‘the wolf’
which fits him, I guess. My own name, Callie, means ‘most beautiful,’ but I’m
not sure it fits me at all.

It’s not
that I’m unattractive with dark brown hair and big brown eyes. I’m a bit pale,
my cheeks always looked flushed in the cold, and my nose is straight and
narrow. Full lips and a slight stubborn chin top it off. Sure, I could stand to
use a few pounds. I’m no where near as thin as I was in college, my hips and
breasts both expanded as I hit my thirties two years ago. Even moving around
the library all day isn’t enough to keep me slim- but it’s not like I’m trying
to impress anyone. Or at least anyone who would notice me.

Overhead,
the florist lights flicker, and I knock twice on his office door. He always
keeps it closed- just like he always arrives first and leaves last. We all know
why, but it shouldn’t be a big deal in this day and age. It’s just a scar.

“Mr. Ulven,
I have the ledgers for you to fill out,” I call.

For a
moment, he doesn’t answer. Then, his clear deep voice rings out. “Callie, come
in.”

Creaking the
door open, I stare at his piles of papers and boxes, the dim light of the lamp
is the only thing brightening the room. Caleb’s hidden behind his piles of
work. The only thing I can see is the top of his dark head, the black hair
messy.

“Where
should I put it?” I ask, although I know exactly where he wants it. It’s just
an excuse to stay in the room longer, to be by his side for a moment a day.
God, I’m like a schoolgirl with a crush. Pathetic!

He grumbles
and stands up, towering over me with his wide shoulders and muscular chest,
noticeable even under his long sleeved shirt and sweater. His hair hangs past
his ears, a mass of black that always ends up looking windblown, and his cheeks
are rough with dark stubble.

“You
shaved,” I say and smile at the new beardless version of Caleb.

He rubs his
face, his fingers trailing over the scar on the left side, the side he keeps in
the shadows. I pretend not to notice. “It gets too hot in the summer. I’ll take
that. Thanks, Callie.”

As he grabs
the ledger from me, I let my fingers trail off his- the touch of our skin
almost electric. He looks at me with his bright golden eyes like he’s shocked
that I touched him at all.

“If you’re
leaving we can walk out together,” I offer although I know he’s going to turn
me down. He always turns me down.

“No, I have
more work to do. Good night,” he says with a kind of finality that makes my
heart bruise.

“Night,” I
whisper and walk out of his office. I’ve been fantasizing about the shy beast
of a man in archives for too long. It’s obvious he doesn’t have a thing for me.
As I make my way upstairs and out of the dark library, I decide to call my best
friend tomorrow and ask her to set me up. She always knows some interesting
men, although none will compare to Caleb.

My shoes
click on the wet sidewalk as I make my way toward my townhouse. I live a few
blocks from the library- it makes my commute a lot easier and gives me some
much needed exercise. Overhead, the streetlights flicker; the neighborhood is
usually totally dead just after midnight. As I turn down the street to my home,
I see the man just out of the corner of my eye. He grabs my arm, his hand
strong and covered in a black glove, but I swing my heavy purse at his face.

“Ow, you
bitch!” he cries and holds his nose.

Good! I hope
I broke it! Turning to run, I feel the sharp point of a knife dig into my back
and freeze instead. Shit! What does this man want to do to me?

The thick
pudge of his belly presses into my back, and I flinch as his hand worms over my
stomach. I’m about to scream when something jumps on him from the side,
knocking both of us over. I scramble away, grabbing my purse and reaching for
my pepper spray as a huge black dog rips at my assailant’s body.

The man
screams, and I slowly back up as the beast claws at his chest and face. I
should run. I should get the hell away from that monster, but my body won’t
move fast enough. What’s wrong with me?

Slowly, the
dog backs away, its fangs barred and its ears low and threatening on its head.
It growls at the man as he climbs to his feet and limps down the street. As I
watch him go, I come to my senses and call the police. That bastard should be
put away before he tries to hurt another woman.

Looking
down, I notice my knees are scraped and bleeding and my tights are ripped. The
dog pads up to me slowly, its great black snout pointed like that of a wolf,
and wags its bushy tail. Staring into its brilliant golden eyes and the scarred
flesh on the left side of the animal’s face, I think there’s something familiar
about it. No. That’s not possible. It’s just a dog!

The beast
stays with me while I give my statement to the police, and then it follows me
home, its huge paws paddling down the street with me and right up to my door.

“Thanks for
the help,” I say and feel pretty foolish for talking to a dog. But something in
its eyes seems clever, more intelligent than most animals. “You should go on
home to your owner. I’m sure they miss you.”

As I unlock
my door, the dog nudges the back of my legs with its large soft head and
whines.

“I don’t
even know if you’re house trained. What if you rip up my couch or pee on my
shoes?”

Sitting back
on its haunches, the dog whines again. Damn it! It’s not like I can leave it
outside after it saved my life. “Come on in,” I say and open the door for the
beast.

It watches
me as I clean up and slip on my blue nightgown. “Usually when I undress in
front of a man I get embarrassed, but I doubt you’re judging me,” I tease and
walk into the kitchen. After making a late night cup of tea and giving the dog
some leftover chicken, I settle on the couch with a good book. Sure, my nerves
are a little shot, but the animal makes me feel safe and protected. Weird.

“I think I
should give you a name, but I’m not even sure what kind of dog you are. You
almost look like a big black husky- oh! I know. You can be Ulven. How’s that?”
I ask and rub the dog behind the ears.

He cuddles
up next to me, his hulking warmth just like home.

I must have
fallen asleep on the couch, because that’s where I wake up the next morning.
Sunlight streams through my living room windows and a blanket is wrapped around
me, keeping me warm. Funny, I don’t remember going to the linen closet.

Looking
around my room, my eyes settle on the man in my comfy chair, his large bare
feet resting on my coffee table. Caleb. My heart pounds in my chest. Why is he
here?

Looking at
him in the morning light I can see the scar, the burn marks running down his
cheek and up into the hair line. They aren’t horrible or disfiguring- just bits
of twisted skin not as smooth or as beautiful as the other half of his face.
I’ve dreamed of his moment for ages- wished he’d come home with me so I could
wake up in his arms. But I never invited him over, so why is he here?

Shit! The
dog. Where’s the dog?

Quietly, I
get up and search my home. No dog. Okay. This is really weird. But I’m open to
weird things. I’ve read the books. I should know where this is going. Slowly, I
walk back into my living room and glance at the man asleep.

Caleb has
black hair and golden eyes and a scar just like that hulking dog. It’s crazy,
but the only other explanation is he’s a crazy stalker who broke into my house.
I’ll go with the Caleb’s a wolf/dog idea instead. Then I remember what happened
the night before and blush.

“You watched
me get undressed!” I say and hit him in the arm.

Caleb blinks
open his eyes, the same color as the dog, and a smile spreads over his lips. “I
did save your life, Callie. Was it too much to ask?”

My heart
pounds in my chest. “You weren’t even sleeping?”

Leaning
forward in the chair, the blanket tumbles off his chest, revealing the muscles
and dark curls of hair on his manly body. A rush of desire flows to my groin- I
can’t believe this is happening.

“I woke when
you did,” he says and looks me over in my little blue nightie. The silk
material hits me right above the knee showing off my curvy thighs and calves.
My ample breasts practically spill out of the little top, my nipples hard in
the cool morning air. Since he watched me get undressed he even knows I don’t
wear panties to bed. I should be embarrassed, but I can’t manage it at the
moment.

“You’re the
dog who saved me last night.” I’m not sure why I say that, maybe just to make
sure it really happened.

Caleb nods
and bares his teeth, the canines pointed and sharp. “A wolf, actually. That
guy’s lucky I didn’t kill him,” he growls and my heart skips a beat. No man has
ever wanted to protect me that badly. Can I help getting turned on?

Suddenly, he
stands up, the rest of the blanket falling to reveal his sizable cock already
standing at half mast. The thick hair on his chest and legs just as black as
the hair on his head. The strong scent of his musk fills my nose as he walks
toward me, the look in his eyes slightly dangerous.

“What are
you doing?” I ask.

“Something I
should have done a long time ago,” he says and wraps his arms around my back,
pulling my body into his and gripping onto my pale skin with his strong hands.
He growls again, a deep grumble that reverberates from his chest and into mine
as he kisses me. Our lips fit together like pieces of a puzzle, his thick
tongue probing into my mouth with surprising urgency.

He’s hardly
talked to me, hardly even looked at me although I’ve longed after him for over
a year. Now Caleb Ulven is standing in my living room and kissing me. I wrap my
arms around his back and dig my fingers into the strong muscular flesh as our
mouths dance together. Good thing he doesn’t have dog breath.

Leaning
back, he stares at my face, rubbing his finger down my cheek gently. “You’re
the most beautiful woman, Callie, inside and out,” he says in his gruff wolfish
voice.

I blush. “Are
you asking me out?”

“I’m asking
for much more than a date. I want you as my mate- my lover.”

I smile just
as he pushes me into the wall. His fingers tear the nightgown from my
shoulders, pulling it off my arms and revealing my breasts. His lips curve up
into a hungry smirk as he lowers his mouth to them, the fire of his tongue and
the pinch of his teeth heating my whole body to levels of desire I’ve never
known. Heaving into his mouth, I wrap my hands around his head and run my
fingers through his thick black mane.

He growls
and licks my pink nipples, pulling them in his teeth until they turn an aching
red. I can hardly stop the moans from coming out of my mouth. This is like a
dream- a fantasy I’ve had a hundred times. I just never thought it’d come true.

Large
fingers grope up my thighs, scorching my smooth skin in their journey toward my
pussy. It weeps for a man’s strong touch, for Caleb’s touch, and I spread my
legs to welcome him in. The thick digit grazes the skin slightly, tickling my
clit as he suckles my breasts into submission. My whole body is alive, beating
with a pleasure I’ve never known. Sure I fantasized about him a lot, but even
in my wildest dreams it was never this good! Suddenly the fat finger slips
inside, tight with the lack of a good man, and I moan even louder as he probes
my hot depths.

“You’re
trying to eat me whole,” he breathes and leans back, looking up at my face as
he forces the finger into my hungry body harder and faster than before.

The rough
edge of his hand bumps into my clit, each thrust making me tremor with need for
more.

“Wait,” I
gasp.

Pulling his
finger out, he brings it to his mouth, slowly licking off the slick juices.
“I’ve waited long enough. You’re mine now.”

Before I can
respond Caleb pulls me to the floor, his body cushioning mine as he flips me
around like some ragdoll. My knees straddle either side of his face, and his
large hands push up my nightgown and trail over the burning skin on my ass. Is
he going to do what I think he’s going to do?

Looking down,
I notice his massive cock right in my face- the tip leaking pre-cum like a
broken fountain. “Suck it,” he says as he pulls my clit onto his face. The
rough edge of his cheek tickles my thighs as the heat of his tongue laps at my
needy pussy. God! Each tickle- each touch- makes me want more of him. Without
another thought I lower my mouth to the feast in front of it.

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