Chapter Twelve – Angela
Chapter Twelve
Angela
My wolf luxuriated in my body, feeling my human form for the first time. She ran her hands over herself, ecstatic to finally get to feel. I felt such an upwelling of power trapped inside her, as she possessed me. I felt her fearless strength permeate every pore.
Then she looked out at the four of them, these first wolves she’d really gotten to meet, face to face, and despite being new as a pup, and trapped in my human, I knew she’d never been more sure of herself. She stepped out of the cage and surveyed them.
My wolf reached out for the tall one’s cheek, drawing fingertips across it, feeling the stubble of his beard, before hooking a finger into his mouth to draw him near.
And as he stepped, he shifted. I no longer had to wonder what his wolf looked like—I could sense it, underneath his own skin, same as mine.
“Jo,” Holt warned.
“I know. I feel it too,” Jonah said, as I brought the tall one closer.
His wolf smelled like sage and was tall, just like him.
She released his mouth and nuzzled up to his side, feeling the smoothness of his leather against our skin, the strange way the metal bits on it puckered up against us.
She brought up a handful of his hair to breathe, and again felt the stubble of his chin as he stroked his cheek up mine.
“If we do this,” said the guard by the door. “There’s no going back. We’ll be traitors.”
“Will we? She’s pack. If she says she’ll return at full moon—I believe her,” Jonah said.
“But she’s Gray’s woman,” Holt began.
The three of them were quiet, as my wolf pushed her hands up through Sage’s hair. She bit lightly at the end of his chin, because she could.
“Gray killed Wade,” Jonah said.
“Fuck Gray,” said the bald guard. And for them it was decided. I could feel them shift with delight, and turned. Jonah’s shaggy beast came up beneath his skin, and his eyes went feral, just as Guard’s stocky body was inhabited by a surprisingly lanky tawny wolf.
More of my kind. My wolf practically wanted to cry with delight.
They crowded me, and I loved it, breathing in all of them.
Their hands reached for me as mine did them, begging each of them for more skin, and soon all of them were naked and we fell into a pile on the ground, rubbing and nuzzling one another.
All my wolf wanted was to breathe them in forever, to carry their scents with me always, to know that she finally belonged.
And then, Jonah’s wolf nipped at my ear.
She swatted him away, while the others snuggled on—but he did it again, this time running his tongue up from my neck to my throat.
I twisted toward him, my wolf biting her teeth in the air at him, in mockery.
He grinned, then tried again—and this time, put his teeth on my throat, and kept them there.
My wolf went still as primal and instinctive things rose inside us.
Sage pushed at Jonah. Jonah growled in warning, and Sage pulled back.
My hands went for Jonah’s hair, feeling it flow over me, falling against my neck and breasts. My wolf rubbed it against herself, making us smell like him, and he released me, looking down at me, jaw slightly dropped, and there was a new scent in the air—arousal. His—and mine.
He moved down my body, as the others released me, knowing what would come next.
He crouched over me, licking from my neck down to my breasts, out to my armpits, and back again, as though he were cleaning us before we could be touched.
My wolf kept one hand in his hair and used the other to stroke the light fur covering his body, and as he made his way lower our legs parted open for him naturally.
He ran his face through the short hair that covered the space between my legs, burying himself in my scent, until he stepped over and knelt between my thighs, mimicking the shape of his wolf on all fours.
Our legs spread even wider in hope and then—as though he were going to drink from a pond—he lowered himself and began to lap.
Human lovers had done this to us a hundred times, and yet the second his tongue touched me, I knew this would never be the same.
He was tasting me, testing me, I could feel his tongue roll and probe, his lips pull and suck, all the while as he breathed me deep.
He wanted all of me, and he was starving—he even licked lower and back, picking my hips up to part my ass and lick my asshole, making me whine.
As a human I knew I would’ve felt invaded—but his attention made my wolf feel complete.
She didn’t have to be alone anymore—her pack wanted her.
The pack I’d always been afraid of. The pack she’d never known.
She whined, communicating her sorrow through me, letting them know how long it had been, and how scary every moment was along the way.
She’d wanted to do right by me, and by my child, but this whole time I’d been drinking poison to hurt her—it was my turn to curl up inside of her now, and be ashamed.
Sensations flooded her from where Jonah kept up lapping, and she made another whining sound. Someone whined back. I knew the same as she did just what they were communicating.
Not alone. She would never be alone again, if she didn’t want to be.
My wolf looked up, and saw Sage crouched nearby, his long cock full, watching us with hungry eyes. Jonah saw my attention shift, and growled—and she fearlessly growled back at him.
They were equals. He was not in charge of her.
But he was in charge of Sage. Sage pulled back—until she reached out a hand.
He came forward, head bowed in subservience, to sniff at it—and she used it to catch into his hair and pull him closer.
He hesitated—and Jonah pulled up, to nip at our thigh.
My wolf gnashed her teeth at him, in a playful silent laugh, but then he rose up and we saw he was not playing.
His cock was wide and hard and straining.
He had our full attention again, as he wrapped his arms beneath my legs to drag me up to him for mounting.
My hips would’ve risen for him anyways—my wolf wanted him inside.
He put his hands on either side of my body, breathing hard over me, growling low, warning me not to move, and my wolf knew what he meant. She may not have been his for all time—but she was his for now. She growled back in answer, and he thrust.
His cock slid deep into my pussy, all the time he’d spent on it paid off—I was so wet and so ready and the way his cock seemed to lock in—I whined and rocked my hips against him without thinking.
Men had entered us before, and my wolf had been forced to silently watch, but this—this was different in all regards.
He smelled like wolf, and we smelled like wolf, and the familiarity—the sense of coming home—was dizzying.
Jonah bit our shoulder as he thrust again, then went completely still.
No! I was so close to knowing what it felt like to be part of the Pack.
He couldn’t stop now. My wolf rolled our hips beneath him, begging him to fuck us hard.
I whined, she whined, we both twisted and licked his lips, his cheek, his ear, rubbing our hands against his body, pushing myself into him.
She needed him. She needed to be needed.
He held onto me, filling me without motion, as my wolf fought below him to get him to respond—and then she realized we knew other ways to be filled.
They weren’t wolf-ways, but—she flipped us, surprising him with our strength, so that we were now on top.
My wolf arched back and rode him, grinding ourself against him, feeling the friction of his still hard cock—until he reached for me and yanked me down, holding me against him, my face to his chest. My wolf squirmed—we were close!
we were ready!—and I shook my hair out of my face and spotted Sage again. My wolf looked at him and whined.
Sage came up, and this time Jonah didn’t growl.
He breathed against me, licking my armpit and my waist, and then went where I couldn’t see him—until I felt his tongue against my ass.
I whined, arching, full of Jonah but still ready for more.
He nuzzled me there, licking hard, and then I felt his body move up over mine—over the both of ours—and his cock started pressing, asking to be let in.
Jonah held me tight, but I knew it was up to us to relax for this, if we wanted it—did we? My thoughts rattled around inside my wolf, like she was my new cage, and then settled, as she soothed me. Together, we were strong. Together, we could face anything.
She whined with my throat, and we relaxed, and he knew we were granting him entrance.
He clambered higher and pushed, and we panted with sweet relief as his cock pushed in, creating a delicious stretching tension, and something about the pressure and the promise of release—it was like it was pushing my wolf and I into being one.
I moaned. I’d never held two cocks in me before, not even as a human—and I whined again, begging Sage to thrust.
But he went still, too, holding his body over mine, his chest at my back, his face in my hair, licking at my neck.
Then he made a questioning sound, asking Jonah for permission, and while Jonah gnashed his teeth, he didn’t growl—so Sage thrust. He moved the both of us, Jonah and I, and the sensation of him sliding in and out of my ass as I was stretched tight by Jonah was too amazing to be believed.
I whined and held onto Jonah tight as Sage took another thrust, then a third, and then started rocking us.