41. Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty

Teddy

T hough I have been an athlete for most of my life, I gotta say the last few days have seen the most intense physical exertion I've put myself through in my entire life.

Though it was only a modest three days, Ursula's heat put me through my paces. I thought I had known what to expect, considering her voracious sexual appetite, but I had been too conservative in my estimates. Whether the intensity was due to it being her first heat—or simply due to our pack’s explosive chemistry—Ursula ran us ragged.

In fact, the six of us begged off an extra day to lie around in bed recovering. If I'd had my way, we would have spent the whole next week just lazing around eating breakfast, lunch and possibly even dinner in our massive nest bed. However, shooting schedules had only allowed the original week for pack trial heats, so after our singular day of rest, we began buzzing about Redthorn, preparing to reveal La Cerise, in its completed state, to Ursula.

Ash and his sneaky ways, had gotten Ursula to begin practicing a couple of jazz standards with him on the large grand piano at the corner of the grand salon at Redthorn. Unbeknownst to Ursula, we had all been treated to these early private performances, and all felt fairly confident that Ursula had no idea of the ulterior motives of these little jam sessions.

Under the pretense of having our own private dinner to celebrate the exit interviews we shot this morning, ahead of the big full cast and crew party tomorrow night—officially the last obligations we would have to Build-A-Pack-Blind until the reunion show in several months; we told Ursula to wear something that made her feel like a star.

Ever the romantic, Ursula appeared from the boudoir in a beautiful royal blue velvet dress spangled with tiny rhinestone stars—its tight pencil skirt and a sweetheart neckline showcased the shape of her beautiful, curvaceous body—the ensemble making her look like part of the night sky.

“You gotta stop pulling out all these incredible dresses, Princess.” I offer her my hand and spin her around slowly, so that my packmates can get a good look at her. “You’re making me second guess leaving the house tonight,” I rumble, slowly drawing her to me.

“I’m not the one who insisted that we go out tonight!” Ursula sing songs—twirling out of my grip as if we’re taking a turn about the dance floor.

“I know I know!” Ash extends an open hand to Ursula, sweeping her into his arms—eager to be her next momentary dance partner. “I just really wanted to have this time together—since all of this is coming to an end.” He nuzzles his nose against hers affectionately and Ursula pecks a kiss onto his lips.

Bless Ash for being our decoy fall guy.

“Where exactly are we going for dinner anyway?” Ursula cranes her neck to get a better look out the tinted windows of the limo as we pull out of the gates at Redthorn.

“Oh you know, just a little boutique place—technically it's a bit of a preview since it's not even open to the public yet,” Mavren hints, refusing to give a name. “But I happen to know the executive chef and the owners, so I got us in early,” he adds—and I could swear I catch him wink at the rest of us guys.

When we pull in front of the single glass door, red velvet stairs descending into golden light are just barely visible through the smoky tint of the glass; the light-studded sign La Cerise in red and gold above the lintel, another neon sign hung in the narrow staircase just beyond the door bearing the same namesake—Ursula has a little laugh to herself.

“I certainly like the color scheme they went with!” she giggles as Lysander, and I move to the open limo door to help her out of the car in those skyscraper high pumps.

“Shall we?” Lysander purrs as Ronan pulls open the glass door—the stairs stepping down into dim golden light.

“We shall!” Ursula gives my bicep a squeeze as we take our first step down, the warm rosy light from the neon sign bearing a pair of cherries on their stem balanced on a coupe glass—tilted at its base and poised to tip over.

“This place looks absolutely incredible!” she marvels as we traverse the short hallway lined with red velvet curtains, black and white checkered tile on the floor and mirrors peeking through the velvet here and there until we draw into the main dining room and performance area.

On one wall, a long bar takes up nearly the wall’s entire length, the polished wood poised before the showcase of liquors—cleverly shelved betwixt red velvet curtains tied back with large golden ropes—their tassels catching in the low light of the supper club; the bar giving the impression of a proscenium stage in miniature.

Across from the bar tables radiated in semi-circular arc formations–all of the plush leather chairs are turned to give them the best view of the stage at the center of the concentric half moons of dinner tables—more red velvet curtains obscuring the mysteries beyond the edge of the stage.

Ursula lets out a muffled gasp as she sees it.

“Are we going to get to see a show?” Her eyes sparkle—and I’m surprised she hasn’t clocked that we’re the only ones in this empty restaurant yet.

“I suppose that depends on you,” Ash purrs, gesturing to Lysander, who makes his way down to the edge of the stage—climbing up the curved stairs at the far right of the apron of the stage to pull back the curtains.

Now, I can see Ursula’s mind spinning—her head snaps around, her eyes clearly searching for any staff—a possible owner, a single soul besides us in this place; finding none.

“Did you—are you boys?” she stammers, her hand laid over her heart as her breathing picks up speed.

In the center of the stage is a gleaming black baby grand piano, beside it—a gold old-timey-microphone and matching stand.

“What do you say? Shall we play for them?” Ash extends his hand to Ursula and she takes it, her hands trembling as she threads her arm through his, stepping carefully through the aisles between dinner tables as she makes her way to the stage.

Already ahead of the curve, Mavren appears with a tray of cocktails and ushers the rest of us to a front and center seat at our private table—directly at the edge of the stage.

“What is this?” Ursula asks shakily—looking out at us from her place on the stage, her fingers curling around the mic stand instinctively as she glares dreamily out at us—at the empty seats beyond.

“La Cerise!” Mavren answers happily.

“The latest supper club and Jazz venue,” Lysander supplies, taking my hand in his as he settles down next to me.

“Where I get to play accompanist and piano man to one of the greatest singers I’ve ever met,” Ash adds encouragingly, pushing back the black gleaming key cover from the piano and tapping out a few notes.

“So, Ursula…” I ask looking up at her under the golden stage lights—a grin across my face. “Forget about forever—would you sing for us, for now?”

Tears of joy spill from Ursula’s glittering citrine eyes, her hands clasped tightly to the mic stand.

“Of course,” she sniffles before shaking it off—her posture lengthening and her features schooling themselves into the smouldering mask of the torch singer.

“Ash honey, gimme Fever; in the neighborhood of C,” Ursula calls back to Ash, who immediately begins his accompaniment.

“Never know how much I love you, never know how much I care—when you put your arms around me, I get a fever that’s too hard to bear—you give me fever,” Ursula begins to croon—her voice warm and rich.

“Gentlemen, I think we’ve unintentionally opened a gold mine,” Lysander murmurs under his breath—raising his cocktail to Mavren, Ronan, and I with a debonair wink.

After a small set of Jazz standards, everyone gives Ash and Ursula a standing ovation.

“Bravo—encore!” Ronan shouts from his place beside me, clapping his hands furiously together.

Ursula looks down at us, a hunger barely leashed just beneath the surface of her joy.

“What is it, Princess—you’ve got that look about you,” I tease, walking to the apron of the stage and propping my elbows in the space between two foot lights—looking up at her.

“I want to bond,” Ursula says flatly.

Mavren blinks, taken aback.

“Bond? You mean—tonight?” He asks, noticeably flustered.

“I mean—right here—right now,” she purrs, her fingers already hard at work pulling at the zipper of her velvet dress—the shimmering soft garment falling to the floor—revealing a black lace bra with matching lace split gusset panties and garter belt, her sheer black thigh highs clipped in place as slick runs down the insides of her legs.

Despite the fact that I’m wearing what amounts to a tuxedo without the tie—I vault the edge of the stage easily—my need to be inside her, to bite her overpowering.

My packmates don’t need further instruction—the rest of them opting for more reasonable ways onto the stage—though they rush all the same.

Even though I’m the first one to Ursula—touching her, kissing her; it’s incumbent upon me as the designated pack lead—to guide my packmates to their bonds. To be pack lead, is to be patient, to look out for the needs of your pack—to put pack first.

I guide Ronan toward Ursula—his hands already scrambling to undo his belt, his hard cock and knot hardly inconspicuous straining against his dress slacks.

Ronan lays kisses from Ursula’s shoulder all the way to her ear—his hard cock against the cleft of her ass as she leans across the top of the closed baby grand piano—my hands still holding hers as I face them—Ronan steadying himself to enter her from behind.

Ursula lets out a low moan as Ronan sinks inside her up to the knot—his hands on her breasts, his face buried in her hair.

As Ursula’s legs begin to wobble—Ash and Mavren step in, each bracketing the copulating couple—Ursula grounding herself more firmly by taking hold of each of their hard cocks; Mavren’s knot fully round and ripe—Ash’s valiant erection bobbing in Ursula’s capable fist.

A surprised moan escapes me as Lysander slips in behind me—his hands reaching around to unbutton my pants—to free my own throbbing cock, his nimble hands already working my swollen knot.

Ronan’s strokes become deeper, more seeking—more desperate.

“Ronan, are you ready?” I growl, my eyes fixed on his.

Ursula moans as his knot presses against her—seeking entrance.

“Yes,” he grunts—offering up his right wrist to me.

“Are you sure?” I ask him—pausing as I see how close I will be to the long ink-saturated line of scar tissue that runs from the base of his palm to the middle of his forearm.

“God yes,” he grunts—thrusting into Ursula hard and deep as his knot will let him.

I take his wrist in my mouth, and bite down—my teeth making a broken ring that circles his pulse point.

Ronan let’s out a guttural sound between a moan and a growl before taking his own hand back from me—his voice quavering as he asks Ursula,

“Are you ready, sugar?” His hips stutter and Ursula moans a loud

“Yes, please Ronan—yes!” As he sinks knot deep inside her, dropping his head so that he can sink his teeth into the meat of her shoulder.

Ursula cries out—her hips bucking back—then her whole body jerks forward with the bite—her massive olive gold breasts splayed over the glossy black piano.

“That’s it, Princess—you take a knot so good. Look at that beautiful bite Ronan gave you,” I praise her, my fingers reaching out to stroke the curve of her heart shaped face before they travel downward—to one of her hard nipples.

While Ronan stands behind Ursula—still held deep inside her, Mavren and Ash busy themselves with preparing for the next bite—Ash taking a seat on the piano bench, waiting until Ursula can seat herself atop his hard cock.

As soon as Ronan can withdraw, he does—Lysander and I helping Ursula—wobbly on her high heels and dripping Ronan’s cum from between her legs; to Ash at the piano bench.

Ash sits with his back to the covered keys—Ursula taking a seat astride his lap—the two facing one another—almost in lotus position—but with legs dangling down to the floor. The pair are in motion—Ursula riding Ash for dear life almost as soon as his cock is inside her—the frenzy of the heat still all too recent.

“Teddy—” Ash grunts, his expression tight and pleading as he looks to me. “Quit staring and do your job before I blow my load,” he grunts—clearly struggling to get the upper hand against Ursula’s powerfully tight pussy.

“Just hold on a little longer,” I soothe Ash—moving close enough that he can reach out and grab my cock—stroking me knot to tip as I watch him and Ursula writhe against one another.

“Teddy,” Ash warns—and I can see his toes curling on the stage below us, a warning.

“With pleasure,” I growl, dipping my head down, sinking my teeth into the soft flesh behind Ash’s ear.

“Fuck! I’m cumming!” he shouts—his hips arcing up hard before he stills completely.

“Lysander,” Ursula gasps—Ronan still inside her as she balances on his lap, catching her breath.

Lysander steps to the fore, cock ready in hand.

“I want you and Teddy, I want you right now,” she whines, dismounting Ronan in a goopy chorus of wet slurping sounds and dripping slick and cum.

“Lysander,” I growl nodding to him.

He follows me, mirroring my movements as I get down on the floor.

“Alright, Princess, whatever you want—you get,” I growl, laying flat on my back—my knotted cock standing at attention.

With a liquid speed—Ursula is suddenly over me—knees astride my hips as she lowers herself onto my cock.

“That’s it, that’s right, Princess,” I hiss as she slips down to my knot.

I wave Lysander into the space between my knees—poised behind Ursula.

“Lysander’s gonna help you do a little stretch before the grand finale—ok?” I coo, cupping her breasts in my hands as she leans forward on her forearms, allowing Lysander better access.

“Alright, Sandy—remember how I taught you,” I rasp.

Ursula moans loudly as Lysander’s fingers tentatively touch the place where my cock and her cunt join—finding his opportunity while harvesting some of her slick honey to help ease him inside.

A sound of delighted surprise comes from her as I feel his cockhead press against her pussy lips, just over my knot.

“Yes, Lysander,” she gasps, exultant, when his cock head presses inside of her—stretching her to new, further limits. “Oh god, keep going!” she wails as he pushes the next few inches of his length inside her—his cock pressing against mine.

My hips roll upward on their own accord—and suddenly Lysander is all the way inside her; the three of us dissolving into guttural primal sounds of pleasure as Lysander and I double penetrate her pussy.

“Lysander is helping me stretch you—so Mavren and I can put both our knots in this sweet pink pussy—to cum full circle,” I grunt as we gyrate against one another.

Lysander whimpers—the sensation nearly too much for him, his cock already so close to cumming after his hard stroking voyeurism.

“I can’t wait to have both your knots inside me!” Ursula practically screams—bucking wildly between Lysander and I as we fuck her. “I can’t wait to have your bite.”

I stutter—slowing my movements, to keep myself from blowing early.

Lysander struggles to keep his pace—clearly skirting the edge of orgasm.

“You’ve done so good, Lysander,” Ursula praises him “You feel so good inside.”

I feel Lysander’s hips spasm—his breath hitch—and I grab his hand, bringing it wordlessly to my lips as I bite down into the space between his thumb and forefinger.

“I love you Ursula—Teddy—Mavren, Ash, Ronan!” he cries out—his hips slamming against Ursula’s ass with a halting jerk; his cum hot and thick against me inside Ursula.

Lysander rolls off of Ursula—laying on his side taking shallow breaths as Ursula and I lay—still joined together on the hard floor.

Mavren, not needing to be called—makes his way between my knees—his massive cock already in hand.

“Are you sure you want to try this?” he asks Ursula tenderly—one of his hands smoothing itself over one of her ample asscheeks.

“I’ve never wanted something so bad in my life,” Ursula whines, lifting her hips so that my cock nearly slips out of her—only the head still inside those pink, slip lips.

“That’s all I needed to hear,” Mavren sighs happily—pressing his cock inside Ursula—his iron heat making my knot throb—desperate to be inside her.

She’s so wet, so ready—it only takes a few seconds of her riding our twin hardnesses, hard and deep—until Mavren and I are sweating—working; our knots poised to enter her.

Before I even know what’s happening—Mavren barks out his pleasure—our dual pleasure nodes stretching Ursula to her limit—as Mavren’s head dives down—his teeth sinking into the soft flesh above her right breast.

Ursula screams out in ecstasy as Mavren cums—and I clutch onto her like a rock being battered by the waves—using every fiber of my being to keep myself from emptying my balls inside her when Mavren does.

Ursula, still needing the bite of her pack lead—of me—her alpha; trembles and shudders with the fullness of us inside her—still unable to relent—unable to be satisfied until we have completed our bonds.

Quietly, so softly, so that Mavren won’t hear, even though he’s also inside her—on top from behind, Ursula whispers into my ear, “I want you to fuck me like you did in my dream Teddy, I want you to fuck me so hard on this floor that you have to cradle my head so that you don’t dash my brains out—I want you to do it while everyone watches us, and I want you to bite me when you cum,” she begs, sweet and dirty in my ear.

When Mavren is able to carefully extract himself from our triple congress—I flip Ursula onto her back, onto the hardwood floor; the soft round of her bare ass on the stage as I hover above her—my eyes locked with hers; the golden glare of the stage lights illuminating my chiseled, muscular frame as I relentlessly pound her into the floor—my knot threatening to disappear inside her again with each thrust, my arms threaded through Ursula’s—my palms cupping the crown of her head so it doesn’t slam against the unyielding ground as I fuck her—Lysander stroking my ass as I stroke her—my knot at the gates to her pussy once more.

“Fuck, Princess—I’m not going to last long like this,” I grunt as I piston faster and deeper inside her.

“Then do it Teddy—give me that knot, give me your bite.” She sucks in air between our furious kisses—before adding her final command, “Cum for me, Teddy.”

I cry out—my knot sucked inside her tight heat once more—my teeth finding a home in the soft flesh of her chest—above her heart—the mirror image to Mavren’s; before the two of us collapse against one another, utterly spent.

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