3: Fera - Pack City (3 page)

He and Kayty have such a great thing between them. Makes me sigh.

Oh, sure. I’d like to aspire to alpha. They say that my hormone change will have me looking at Kayty differently. Wanting her spot.

Who couldn’t want to be with Leer?

But I’m not all about that--quite--yet.

Now, to be honest, I don’t look Kayty in the eye. She is my queen. I admire her. And she’s a fast learner. A little too clever. She makes no bones about how it is. She’s top bitch. And she proves it by backing up to Leer in front of us all the time.

And, you know, it’s rather amazing that he can be so whipped by her juices and so virile at the same time. It’s like he found his strength in her.

I’d like to do that for somebody.

Chapter One

I close my eyes sometimes, and try to imagine what it will be like to be made love to.

But all I get is teases.

It’s hard to explain what it’s like to be a wolf. Smells rule your world. So all my fantasies, daydreams, start with fragrances. Oh, I love the scent of flowers and the woods after rain.

The smell of a fresh heart.

I’m a girl. Right?

Hearts and flowers. That makes sense to you, doesn’t it?

But I think the most intriguing thing to me is the difference between men. Some plaster on bottled colognes. I always wonder about that. I mean, to me, there is nothing sexier than a guy that has his own scent. Fresh, clean. The all-male essence that makes a guy his own man.

But that’s me.

Kayty laughs at me when I say stuff like that. She says that most men need help. All the help they can get.

I say, I want one that is all natural. But I was raised in the woods. I’m used to seeing my kind without clothes. It’s hard to impress me.

Okay, Leer totally impresses me. He has a cock the size of, well, I think it would need some serious lubrication to slide it in. But then, he literally drips with his want. Has all the females squeezing their legs together, friction-fucking themselves, licking their lips, thinking about doing things that would make him howl.

But we can’t get near him.

So, usually an episode with him and Kayty puts the crowd into orgy mode. At least, couples climbing on each other with no care to the audience. And those of us who haven’t hooked up, we just watch with our tongues hanging out.

Are you curious to what that’s like?

It’s actually kind of funny. Bitches snapping orders. Men on their knees. Women in charge of the tease. A whole lot of ass-kissing.

And licking.

Weremen have long tongues, and know how to use them. And those who don’t? They don’t last long.

The last time Kayty and Leer did the deed in front of us, she pounced him. He was lying on his back, fully asleep, having what looked like a really good dream. His cock had turned into a rock rod.

She stood over him for a few seconds, hands on hips, then looked around at the rest of us. Just her walking in had our attention. A smile on her face, she asked in her soft, husky voice, “How many people think this man should not be left to rest in peace?”

We just chuckled collectively.

Kayty’s pregnant. Did I mention that? So, she’s standing there, naked, her body round with the pups she’s carrying. Er, babies. Sorry. Definitely babies. Lot of kicking going on in there.

Anyhow, she steps over Leer and looks down. She mumbles something about, “I gotta train him better. When I stand over him, he’s supposed to rise up and offer a little lip service.” You could tell she was thinking about calling his name, which would have made him sit up and, most likely, bump his face in her hootch.

But she surprised us all. She dropped--rather lithely for a pregnant woman, I must say--onto her hands and knees. His shoulders and arms between them, if you can picture that. Her breasts, which are getting larger, hanging a little more with the weight of milk, pregnancy, or whatever, were barely missing his chin and cheeks. She rocked over the top of him for a minute, then hunkered her lower body down into position. Then, without warning or another word, she did a move that impaled her own body with his member.

So, uh, that got his attention.

I think Leer has nightmares that another woman will pounce him like that--and don’t think we haven’t all toyed with that idea. Anyhow, he absolutely pops his eyes wide open, automatically reaching out to get a hold on his assailant.

Only she laughs, and he knows instantly that it’s Kayty.

And he rolls her to her back in one smooth move. Yeah. Then he fucks her brains out, asking her the whole time, “Is this what you wanted?”

And she’s absolutely, fucking screaming, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

He asked, “What’s it take to get you to come?”

And she says, “You losing control.”

Pump. Pump. Pump. Slick. Slick. Slick. Slap. Slap. Slap--of skin against skin, in wet, very fluid, rhythm.

His hips yanked and cranked harder and harder. His ass tightened up, and there was no question he was on the verge. And that’s about the time Kayty yells, “Wait. I’m almost there!” She’s tensing underneath him, writhing left and right, trying to get the exact spot, and he loses it then. Spills into her with repeated concussions.

He had his body propped up on his elbows, I guess. I registered that later. And he cleared his throat, dropped his nose to her neck when he was done, and said, “Honey, you make me lose control every time.”

She laughed, and squirmed some more. So he draws back and asks, “You came, right?”

“Oh, yeah. But I wanna do it again.”

Scooping her up with one arm slid under her back, around her waist, he rolled her again, kinda helped her up into a sitting position and said with his eyes closed, “This time, you do all the work.”

Kayty wiggled around for a few minutes in an upright position, giggling. Guess he gets all tickly after he comes. She knows it drives him wild.

He peeked. “All right, already. Stop unless you’re serious.”

She bit her upper lip for a minute, merriment all over her face. She rubbed her nose. “Do me in crinos.”

Leer laughed. He wasn’t doing anything but trying to sleep, and ignore her then.

“No. Seriously. Do me something special.”

“That wasn’t something special?” His hands rested on her legs. Huge hands, he’s got.

Shrugging, Kayty played with him. “Well, I’ve had--”

He thrust once, nearly unseated her. “Had what?”

“Had bet--”

Leer thrust again. His fingers tightened, massaged, kneaded, I guess you could say.

“Tell me you love me.” She’s bossy.

He laughed.

She must’ve tightened her inner muscles, because he winced. She asked, “You like that?” She did it again. I could just tell, by the way her ass muscles bunched.

So, by now, we’re all smiling. We’re all turned on. There was no doubt that she was going to mercilessly make him come again by squeezing his cock until he couldn’t help but let loose with more of his precious body fluids. At this rate, he’s gonna die a happy man.

I looked to the left, seeing a woman on all fours, commanding the guy behind her to lick. To go deeper. His cock hung to the dirt, leaking, and she made him keep it up until he literally came like that, screwing the air, pressing his face against her with all he was worth--laving to her urging.

And then, to the right of me, a woman stood upright, one leg up on a rock, a man on his knees in front of her. You got it, his tongue was in her, too. Her fingers ran through his hair while she watched. You could see when he got her close. Her ass tightened up, her fingers clenched. She wrinkled her nose.

Why do these men service the bitches like that? Because in a pack, females are fierce. If they make a man an outcast, he’s done. At least, that’s how it is at Pack City. But I hear tell that other packs are different.

As you may have guessed, in Pack City, inhibitions just aren’t there. I hear I’ll have to learn some--if I want to live among humans. We’ll see how that goes. It sounds kind of fun, you know, to push the edges of what’s acceptable. I understand that the humans downtown are nothing like those I know. That the men actually, sometimes, manhandle the women.

I’d just like to see a man try that with me. I could give him what for. Pin him on his back and grab him by the balls. Yeah, I think he’d be sorry he tried that. I wonder why human females don’t go for the goods. Hm. Maybe something I should ask Kayty sometime.

Anyhow, most of my daydreams are pretty much re-enactments of things I’ve seen in Pack City. Like, just the other day, I had a tummyful--just eaten--and had stretched out in the shade, had my eyes closed, thinking about a nap, kind of drifting in and out.

The sounds of licking perked up my ears, made me peek.

This guy, who will remain nameless, had crawled on his belly--yeah, that happens a lot in Pack City. Sneaky suck-ups, that’s what I call them.

It surprised me to see that they were in human form. Him and the woman he was with. I mean, you see it both ways in P.C. but it just caught me by surprise. Hunts are usually done in wolf form, didn’t notice anyone change back after.

Oh, well.

I heard her purr, which I think is what made me open my eyes in the first place. Okay, not like a cat purrs. Duh. But there’s a moaning, guttural sound that comes out of a female’s chest when you know she’s definitely liking what’s happening. She was doing that.

So, I opened my eyes, kinda snoozy like. Yeah, I’m a voyeur. What can I say?

I’m not apologizing. It’s the life of a dog. The life of a pre-change shifter.

Anyhow, the chick rolls onto her back. She’s lying on a packed earth flat spot under a tree across the clearing, not really too far away from me. We have good eyes. I could see it all.

Sun’s coming in through the leafy boughs above her, spreading dancing lights across her skin, made her look almost speckled with shadows. Drew attention to her nipples, which had puckered up.

She wasn’t exactly beautiful, but she was sexy, the way she was lying there. Guess that’s what he thought, too. Makes me kinda smile. Smirk, you know?