16 comments/ 71813 views/ 47 favorites A Wolf In My Bed Ch. 01 By: LilliannaMorgan The pack compound was well hidden high in the mountains, nestled in a small hidden valley and completely unknown to the human population of summer hikers or winter skiers over the years. The entire territory was guarded by high concrete and rock walls, with signs claiming Private Property, Beware of Dogs, You Will Be Eaten. It's a private joke among were-packs, but the random VERY LOST human hiker would not know the dogs were really werewolves. They had never actually had a human come close to finding the place, but with logging and human expansion, it could happen at any time. The most of the pack members rarely left their territory unless they needed supplies, in hopes to keep the centuries old secret of their existence for as long as possible. Unfortunately, this was one of those times they needed supplies. Rhys McKade and the lowest ranking member of the pack males, William, made their way swiftly down mountain road, completely void of traffic. The old Jeep crept into town under the cover of darkness, no moon in sight. "Will, quit fidgeting." Rhys said quietly, glancing at the younger man who was scratching at his legs. "I'm not used to these pants." Will whined. "They itch!" He was wearing faded blue jeans, but the pack members rarely wore modern clothes, as they were much harder to come by so far away from civilization. They wore buckskin and fir if they bothered to wear clothes at all. "Ignore it and focus. If you do something to get us caught, you won't be coming back with me to the compound." Rhys threatened. "I brought you to keep guard." "I know. I'm sorry, Rhys." Will sighed. "I don't smell any humans anywhere." "Me either." Rhys stifled a yawn and pulled into the small back lot of the grocery store. Breaking in was not a problem. The old man who owned the place never bothered with a security system, and simply locked the doors. Rhys learned to pick a lock by the time he was five. The store was dark, but the two men had no trouble seeing as they swiftly packed up the Jeep with as many canned goods and other supplies as they could transport. They were in and out within a half an hour, with enough supplemental food supplies to last the pack through the winter months when they could not grow their gardens or hunt as often. They would return in spring, when the snow melted enough to make the roads passable again. Rhys knew that the supplies he brought home was worth the risks they took coming to town. Still, worry ate at his gut when he spotted one of the town cops on night shift. "Please, please don't follow us...don't look at the plates." He muttered. He drove carefully past the parked police car, and made sure to come to a complete stop at the light. When they turned the corner and sped up a little, the cop was not behind them. Being pulled over by a cop was one of the biggest dangers the pack faced when coming into civilization. Will exhaled a big sigh of relief. "That was close." He breathed. Rhys breathed a sigh of relief only when the compound was back within sight. One of the guards, Alex, waved them through the moat like river bridge and into the compound. There was five miles of a dirt driveway lined with huge granite rocks and cedars before they reached the main compound. Each time they went out, he worried. Would they get caught? Would a rival pack attack? Would his brother Declan be able to hold the pack together if he was captured? They lived their lives under the radar. No member of the pack had human legal papers...no birth certificate, no social security number, no drivers license, no nothing. They did not exist. They could not afford to be seen by humans any more than necessary. It was forbidden by the council in order to keep the secret of lycanthropes just a human myth, to prevent the hunts from starting again, just like the ancient times. As far as Rhys knew, no human knew werewolves REALLY existed. Rhys preferred it that way. The compound was well hidden by trees, and if some human happened to fly overhead, it looked like nothing more than an abandoned campground. In truth there were twelve members of a were-wolf pack living there. Rhys's father, a mining engineer named Callum had built the large, multilevel log cabin to blend in with the entrance to a long ago forgotten gold mine. The house itself was roughly T shaped if the T were sideways. The open part of the cabin was the very long dining hall/meeting area. Directly above that, on the second story is the library, computer room and the game room. On the first floor, the communal hearth fireplace connected the dining hall and the kitchen. The kitchen was built with a dome shaped roof directly flush into the rock wall, so that the cooking area was entirely enclosed in rock. The pack roamed deep into the belly of the mountain, using the ferocrete and steel reinforced mineshafts as hidden tunnels. Completely protected by steel and titanium vault doors leading out of the kitchen, deeper into the mountain, is the top of the T: several rooms used as a school room and nursery, a scientific lab, a small medical lab, a secondary kitchen and living area, private sleeping quarters and storage, and farther back into the cave system is the water system, the brewery, the hot springs, freshwater pools and a small fish hatchery pool. There were several cave rooms left empty until needed. The farthest back was the main mineshaft that still housed a fair amount of the gold that funded the entire building of the compound. Callum McKade built his house to be a self-contained fortress, now modernized and updated with solar panels, hydropower and electricity. The compound was established by past generations of the McKade packs architects, miners, electricians, and civil and mechanical engineers, and the tradition held through Callum's son's and other members of the pack. Each person took up a trade, mostly learned through the use of the Internet and experience. The pack members never went to school, and are self-taught. They all learn quickly, as were-intelligence rivaled and occasionally passed human genius levels. They have electricity, and modern conveniences, like computer, television and phones, but do not communicate with humans, just with other groups of werewolves. Rivalry didn't happen often in the past, but has become more common in recent years, as the female were-wolf population has dwindled down to almost nothing. The local packs had begun to fight each other for the mature females, so lately phones were barely used. "Welcome home Rhys!" Declan's deep baritone voice boomed from the front door of the house. William was already out, and beginning to unload the Jeep. The second group had already unloaded their non food supplies: batteries, lanterns, candles, boxes of old newspapers, tools, fishing supplies, fuel, plastic sheeting, hygiene items, first aid items, blankets, clothes, shoes and various other non essentials that they liked, books, music, DVD's. William began adding to the pile. With the help of the others, they had several dozen cans of fruit, vegetables, beans, chili and soup. Sacks and of potatoes, carrots, peppers, mushrooms and onions were stacked neatly. Oatmeal, pancake mix, Ramen, flour, sugar, cornmeal, yeast, canned cream soups, canned tomatoes, peanut butter and jelly, cereal, canned and dried milk boxes were stacked neatly. Coffee, tea, cocoa, canned juices, Crisco, various pasta, rice, marinara sauce, various spices, condiments, and bricks of cheese were added to the pile. Dozens of cases of bottled water was last to come out of the Jeep. Rhys noticed someone from the second group pilfered some cake mixes and other baking supplies, probably in hopes of some freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. The pack had several months worth of frozen meat and harvested and canned fruits and veggies stored. During the spring and summer months, the bulk of their days are spent hunting and gathering, storing food. They relaxed more in the winter months, researching their chosen professions, perfecting their various crafts, repairing tools, making clothes, playing games, reading, and generally keeping themselves from going stir crazy indoors. The summer months, they were hardly ever indoors, preferring to spend the days running in the hills and hunting. The bulk of the pack diet consisted of meat and simple carbohydrates to keep their fat stores in the winter. They would not starve this winter, if they were careful to ration out their food. Rhys wasn't sure what they would do without the help of the store manager for the last few years. Their diet had gotten a lot better with the old man's help. His pack had dwindled in size, from nearly forty members, down to thirteen in the last five years due to starvation, the sickness and rivalry among other clans. The number would be even smaller if they continued to starve each winter like many packs did. If the council knew the McKade clan periodically went into human populated areas to steal supplies, there would be hell to pay. Rhys was willing to take the risk if it meant his family survived. "Brother...any news from the council?" Rhys clapped his twin on the back. "Yes" Declan said. "I don't like it any more than you will." Each Pack was represented by one of it's oldest members, and they met once a month at the new moon in a hidden location to discuss various topics related to were-wolf business...trading, mating ceremonies, birthing announcements, conflicts, scouting reports, pack merges, any human interaction reports, and lately, the virus and what to do about the near werewolf extinction. For the last several years, the women have been dying of sickness before they mature and the mature ones who survive have been unable to produce any live female pups, only male ones, and the problems only seems to be getting worse. Without enough females, any species will die out almost completely within one or two generations, and were-people are no exception. "What did Ivy say?" Rhys asked, grabbing four cases of stacked water and carrying them toward the porch. The other men and women came out of the house to help bring the supplies to the kitchen. "Ask her yourself Rhys...she can explain it." Declan said, carrying in water behind him. Declan left quickly and stayed outside with the rest of the men to tell Will what he had missed. "Rhys!" Ivy's musical voice called from the kitchen. "Come speak with me" Rhys put the water down on the kitchen floor and walked over to Ivy who was sitting at the table dicing thick slabs of meat into a large bowl. "Grandmother, may I help?" Rhys asked. She nodded toward a pile of potatoes, and he began slicing. "So, how did the council meeting go?" He asked. Ivy huffed. "Mostly as boring as ever. But the council voted almost unanimously in favor of reinstating the lupae ferculus." "THEY DID WHAT!?" Rhys's voice boomed through the whole compound. "He knows!" Declan said to the others outside. The other seven men, Declan, Thomas, Alex, Kelly, Marshall, Quinn and Will were not particularly happy about it either, and the other women of the pack, all three of them, were livid. Gwen, Valerie and Noelle refused to speak with the men, or Ivy, because she was in favor of it. "They can't!" Rhys's sputtered. "That's archaic! The women won't stand for it!" "They don't have a choice. WE don't have a choice!" Ivy said, pointing a knife at him. "The packs are all in agreement, save one, but even they agreed after a while that we can no longer wait." "I won't force our women to do it! I won't do it!" He said firmly. "The council figured you would say that." Ivy said. "But as leader, you must participate. If you do not, you will be forced to step down and Declan will be leader of the McKade pack." Ivy said simply. "You have to." Rhys's hand froze. The chopping stopped. "WHAT!" A challenge for leadership was a fight to the death. Rhys growled, a low, rumbling in his throat that grew louder. Rhys threw a potato as hard as he could as he stormed out of the room roaring for his brother. The strength of any were-creature, especially an angry one, is a force to be reckoned with. The potato sat wedged into the far wall of the dining room. "Ha!" Ivy snickered. "At least he didn't break the window!" She began rolling the bear meat in a flour mixture for stew. "We will have to patch that up." She muttered. "DID YOU AGREE TO THIS?" Rhys roared, storming up to Declan. The two brothers stood toe to toe, eye to eye, identical in almost every way, except for the scar Rhys carried over his left brow from a scuffle years ago. "I don't want to have to take your place Rhys! It wasn't my idea!" Declan said firmly. "You know you are the better leader for our pack...you have to do this Rhys. You have to BE the leader, even when you don't want to." Declan was quick to calm his brother down, and always had been. While Rhys was raised to lead, being older by just a few minutes; Declan was raised to lead the clan too, but only in his brothers shadow. Rhys and Declan were close as any twin brothers, but their tempers were like night and day. Rhys was bold, passionate, outgoing, strong willed, demanding, fire. Declan was more mellow, steady, joked around and laid-back, like calm water. He could lead, if he had to, but he never desired to challenge his brother, and preferred his second-in-command status. He would not hesitate to kill for his brother to stay leader, should an outsider attempt to take his brother's Alpha status, but Declan would never take it from him. In truth they ruled together, and everyone knew it. Declan's words were just as much respected, but Rhys's word was final. "I can't believe this!" Rhys growled. "Father would have gone along with this in hopes to increase our numbers." Declan said quietly. "I know." Rhys said. "I just feel like we are taking a step back. It's so...uncivilized!" He ground out. Declan laughed then. "Rhys...we are were-wolves...how civilized can we really be? We aren't exactly human." Rhys sighed. "How are the girls?" "They are angry...but I think it will pass...eventually." Declan shook his head. "They don't like the idea of other women here, or the idea of being treated like nothing more than breeders." "I can't blame them." Rhys said. "It could destroy all of us even faster than the sickness." Lupae ferculus is an ancient practice of changing human women into were-wolves for the soul purpose of repopulating the species. It had been outlawed for several hundred years, but in recent years the genetic pool of were-wolves got too thin and several females began to get sick and die. The ones who survived have not been able to successfully produce female heirs. Lupae ferculus dictates that the Alpha male must choose three human women, force the change on them, and mate with each of them before the end of the next moon cycle. Whichever one gets pregnant first becomes his mate for life. The other two women are given to the Beta male to impregnate. The first to produce a female heir becomes his mate for life. The third unlucky women is shared between all the men. If none of the men can get her pregnant after the third year, she is killed, or traded to another pack. The born were-wolf women of the pack must choose one of the lower ranking men as a mate, so long as he is not directly related to her. If she does not produce an heir with any of the unrelated men in her pack, she must choose a triad of human men to turn, and mate with them all until she becomes pregnant by each of them, which takes a few years. The decree continues until the population is put into balance again, generally taking several years. The practice became outlawed when several pack Clans destroyed them selves fighting over their own women, and dwindled the numbers further instead of gaining them. For the council to reinstate such a thing must mean the numbers have decreased more than he originally thought. "Well, shit!" He growled. "This leadership gig sucks." Declan snorted. Whenever his brother said that, it meant he was resigned to his role and whatever the task. As the pack leader, he would follow through on it, even if he hated it. Declan clapped his arm, laughing. "Better you than me brother!" Declan stated for probably the ten thousandth time in their life. They both laughed at the exchange. "Let's get the rest of this stuff put away, Declan, then gather the others in the meeting hall." Rhys said, grabbing several cardboard flats of canned goods. Valerie and Noelle, who were nearly in tears, were busy setting the table in the great room. It was a simple, long wooden picnic style table, about twelve feet in length, with two long benches that were also used as storage bins for supplies and tools. Their dishes were simple, wood carved platters, cups, bowls made by Rhys himself. That was his craft, his specialty. He carved and built things. Dishes, cabinets, drawers, shelves, furniture. He also helped to maintain the exterior of the house, built the greenhouse under the directions of Val, their budding agriculturist. Rhys's most recent project was repairing the four small disheveled cabins along the lake to be used for future storage areas and summer sleeping quarters. Noelle slammed down the last cup as Rhys came into the room carrying the last load of supplies...this time a large box full of several DVD's and CD's to be added to the entertainment library upstairs. Rhys eyed Valerie, looking for direction, but she only glared at him. He sighed. "Ok, everyone, lets eat!" Gwen called upstairs as she carried the huge pot of stew to the table. Ivy followed carrying two large platters of fresh baked bread. Valerie followed her carrying a pitcher of homemade ale and a pitcher of milk. Ivy returned to the table carrying a very large carved bowl full of salad. Quinn carried a second pot of stew, and Thomas balanced a platter of corn on the cob and a large bowl of rice. The hungry group settled around the table, with Rhys on one end and Ivy at the other. The others filed in on both sides of them, sitting quietly. They never ate until Rhys made announcements. "William and I came back without incident tonight," He started off, looking around the room. "But I suspect that will change when I return to the town to comply with the Lupae ferculus decree placed on all werewolf Alphas." He said tightly. "I don't agree with the decision of the council, but I will respect it, and do my best to honor it for as long as it takes to restore the population to what it once was. I expect all of you to do your part in abiding by this ruling as well." Rhys said calmly. "I won't!" Noelle shouted, glaring around the room. "I won't do it!" She was only fifteen, and the youngest of all the members of the pack. Rhys sighed. He expected the most opposition to come from her. She had yet to be mated to any member of the pack, and now she was a virgin forced into marriage simply to produce children. Valerie was only newly mated to William, and Gwen to Kelly. Ivy was too old to mate with anyone of the group, and would not be expected to perform the Lupae freculus. The only male members of the pack that were in Noelle's age group were Marshall and Quinn. She would have to choose between the two of them, and possibly have sex with both of them, because they were not directly blood related. She had been adopted into their clan when Noelle's own clan was near starvation and her older sister had mated with Rhys's little brother, Thomas, but Laura had died several years ago, like so many other members of their clan. Rhys glanced at Quinn and Marshall, who were each alternately staring at Noelle and each other. They both looked down the table at their leader, not sure what to say. "Noelle...none of us likes this situation, but we must all do what we can to ensure our survival, even you." Rhys said reasonably. A Wolf In My Bed Ch. 01 "Why?" She said, getting fired up. "What does it matter anyway? We are so hidden away, so secret...what does it matter if we all die out? No one would ever notice us missing! We don't exist to the outside world!" "Noelle, that's enough!" Thomas said quietly. Rhys glanced at Declan, who by the expression on his face, Rhys knew he felt she had a valid point. He sighed. "It matters to the council, and to me, Noelle, and it should matter to all of us. We are all born with a self preservation instinct, even more so than humans, because of our beast. IT DOES MATTER, Noelle." He said firmly. "We are dying, and when we die, our ways die, our traditions, and we will be lost to history, only to be lied about in mythology books." "I don't care!" Noelle burst out. "Sweetheart...that will change soon." Ivy interjected in her always soothing voice, "On the eve of the first full moon after your sixteenth birthday." It was the time when all adolescent were-teenagers feel the need to mate so strongly that they cannot deny it. For the females, it is the first time they are finally mature enough to produce offspring and their beast will demand a mate for life. To not do so is unheard of. If they do not have a mate, they go crazy and uncontrollable. Some had been killed in the past, to keep others safe. Most choose a mate before that time, but Noelle hadn't yet chosen between Quinn and Marshall. "No one is asking you to do anything before that time." Noelle's cheeks burned in embarrassment. She was also the most shy member of the clan, and although she knew what was expected of her, she was horrified at the mere thought of it. She did not speak out again the entire meal...she was too mortified. Her birthday was coming sooner than she wanted it, and that night she knew that biologically she would be forever changed. While she will have gained more control over her full moon change, she will be expected to have sex for the first time, in front of the entire clan, first in human form as part of the wedding ceremony, then again, as a wolf, the next night, to allow their beasts to mate for life. "How do you plan to go about this?" Thomas asked. "Human women don't even know we exist, and it's not like we can tell them we exist and expect them to come willingly." "I don't know yet. How long do we have to choose?" Rhys asked Ivy. "Before the end of the next moon cycle." Ivy said. "So that they can be mated on the next full moon." "So we have a few weeks then." Declan said. "No...a few days. I want to choose the three as soon as possible." Rhys said. "These women will be frightened of all of us...I want to give them as much time to accept us before they are turned. The more time they spend with us, the easier it will be for them. I won't rape them." Rhys said. "No matter what, NONE of us will resort to that! We are not going to be like the other packs! " He stared at all the men in turn. "I don't care how long it takes to restore the population, we will not fight amongst ourselves and attack human women. We will behave as gentlemanly like as possible, IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?" He thundered. Various responses immediately ensued. "Yes.", "Of Course.", "We will behave.", "Understood." Each person nodded agreement. The women all nodded. The idea of being forced to weaken the were-bloodline with human women was appalling to most werewolves. Now they had dwindled so badly, so quickly, they just didn't have a choice. "Good...because things will have to change in the compound once the humans are here." Rhys said. "No more ale, for starters. If we are drunk, we are not as in control of our wolves...and we need to be in control as much as possible around them, since they are so fragile. Humans break easily, and they do not heal like we do." Rhys said. "No BEER?" William shouted. Will was young, but very adapt at making the ale and moonshine. "It's ok Brew Master," Alex said, laughing. "You'll find something else to do." "Just temporarily, Will." Rhys said, chuckling. "When the women have been fully integrated into the pack, you can return to the brewery." It was located among the back series of caves. "Patrols will have to be increased." Rhys continued, "And more food gathered." Rhys motioned for everyone to start dishing out the food before it got cold. "Thomas, I need you to work your math mojo and figure out how many large game we need to hunt to feel six extra mouths for the next year. We also need to plan accordingly for the gardens in the spring. Ladies, any extra hides need to be made into bed covers as soon as possible." Rhys spooned a large helping of bear stew into his bowl. "I'll take the men hunting tomorrow. Lets set the snares too, and do a little fishing." "Once they are here, we will go into lockdown, so they cannot escape." Rhys said. The windows had steel tornado shutters, and the doors were sealed tight. Only Rhys or Declan could open them with a palm print and voice command. During emergency lockdown, the pack retreated to the other side of the vault doors and lived totally inside the cave. They could live in there for months at a time. Everyone agreed, lockdown sucked, but it is useful at times. "We cannot allow them to go running off into the mountains and wander into the other territories to be captured and raped by the other less civilized clans, or get eaten by a bear, or fall off a cliff and break their bones. As much as I don't want to be a jailer, it is far safer for them to be forced to stay here than risk them running from us and dying from exposure to the elements, or hunger, lost too deep in the woods to find help." "How will you choose them?" Kelly asked, spooning another bowl of stew. "I haven't decided yet." Rhys said. "I've only known about this for a few hours remember?" "I have a suggestion." Ivy said from the far end of the table. "Speak up Grandmother, please." Rhys said. "What is your plan?" "Choose them for their given professions, to add to our knowledge and skills. We could use a doctor, or a chemist, teachers, or other scientists...even more mechanics, engineers. They will have learned in schools things we cannot learn on the internet. Of course, they must be healthy, and strong." She said. "If you choose one from each nearby city, instead of all from the same city, it's less likely the police would ever find the connection. It would also be best if you chose women who don't have many social ties to the world...no local family, loners with no friends...young women who go unnoticed and won't be missed right away. They would be more open to joining our family than women who already have one." Rhys nodded. "You are wise, Grandmother, thank you." "You could put an add on the internet." Gwen suggested. Under the table her hand caressed the most private part of her new husband. Her finger trailed up and down his length slowly, much to his surprise. They had only been mated a week. Kelly pretended to cough suddenly. "What would the add say?" Kelly asked his wife, hoarsely. He pretended to clear his throat again. "I don't know...single man looking for a mate to spend time outdoors with. Must love dogs?" She suggested, squeezing him gently with each emphasized word. Kelly was thankful the laughter covered up his groan of desire he muffled behind a napkin. Everyone laughed accept Noelle, who sat quietly studying Marshall and Quinn. She loved them both, but she could not bring herself to be with either of them. She just couldn't do it. As soon as the dinner dishes were washed, Noelle retreated through the mine tunnels to her room. Once inside, she locked the door. Callum had created each of the small cave bedrooms to be completely insulated, with a steel reinforced dome roof, and real soundproof walls instead of the cold and damp echoing cave walls. Each room was decorated simply. The pack did not own many personal possessions. Rhys made each of them a large platform bed, which sat in the center of the room. In one corner was a small round table and chairs. In the opposite was a small vanity that doubled as her dresser. Next to her bed was a nightstand that housed a few books from the library. Noelle threw herself on her bed and burrowed completely underneath the heavy bearskin blankets. No one heard her sobs. Throughout the compound, the others were preparing for bed. "I'm so glad we are already mated." Kelly whispered against the shell of Gwen's ear. She rubbed her naked rump against his stomach, giggling when she felt him harden again. "Why is that?" She asked playfully, rocking her hips against him. She loved the feel of his large hands roaming over her body, caressing, teasing. "Because," He rumbled, tweaking one of her nipples hard, "I couldn't stand the idea of you having a litter of babies with some other man." He kissed her neck, flicking his tongue against a sensitive spot he knew made her shiver in pleasure. She groaned against him, tilting her head to give him better access. "I still can't believe you chose me." As is werewolf tradition, the women choose the mate they want to pursue. Gwen turned to face her husband. She was a short, stocky woman, and she had to pull his head down to her and stand on her tip toes to kiss him softly. "I would never have chosen anyone else." She kissed him again. "Besides, I was kind of hoping our babies would have your blue eyes." He grinned. "I wonder if they will have your nose or mine." He laughed. He had a rather large nose after spending one summer almost completely in wolf form. "I don't care." She said, pulling him down on the bed. She kissed him feverishly. He groaned, kissing her back hungrily. The little vixen had been teasing him all damn day...and now she was going to spend the rest of the night paying for it. "Lord woman, I almost took you right there at the dinner table." He groaned, kissing her neck slowly. "I would have let you." She said, reaching down to touch him again. "Rhys would have killed me." He said, trapping her wrists in his hand. He moved her arms above her head, and settled himself on top of her. "What were you thinking, teasing me like that if front of the others?" He said, kissing a path to her breasts. "I was thinking of how much I wanted you. I wanted to make you want me just as badly." She gasped when his hot mouth descended to her hardened nipple. "Oh really?" He said, he switched to the other breasted and teased her with his tongue. "Let's see how much you want me." He reached over to their nightstand and pulled out a handful of soft leather straps. "What are those for?" She asked, a little breathless. "I've been saving them for a special occasion." He said. He rose to his knees, kneeling between her legs, and quickly tied her hands to the railing of their bed. "Is this why you asked Rhys to make a new bed for us?" She asked. "Oh, yeah..." He said. "I dreamed of doing this with you for the last three years." He stood and began to tie her legs with the longest lengths of rope, so that she was spread wide for him. He tested the length by pulling her leg until her knee was at her chest. He smiled. The straps were the perfect length for her to still be able to wrap her legs around him. "You've been teasing me all day, darling." He said, trailing his finger over her ankle and up her leg. "Now its my turn." At the new moon, they could control their beasts much more easily, and he intended to use it to his advantage. "Three years?" She gasped when his fingers lingered at the soft spot under her knee. "Three long years, Gwen." "Kelly..." She gasped when his hand moved up her inner thigh. "I haven't even begun yet." He chuckled. "God I know...hurry up!" She demanded, twisting a little toward his hand. "Not a chance babe." He said huskily. He arranged his large frame between her spread legs, making sure his cock didn't touch her where they both wanted it most. Instead the soft bearskin bedcovers tickled his arousal. He did his best to ignore it as he began at her neck again, kissing the hollow of her collarbone. "I'm going to make this last all night, my sweet." He said huskily, licking her breasts slowly, avoiding her rock hard nipples. They were pale pink and engorged, longer than eraser tops, as if begging him for more attention. He dipped his head and licked back and forth between them quickly. She groaned. "I only teased you for a few minutes." She said. "No, you teased me for the last three years." He nipped at her flesh. His fingers trailed up and down her sides, sending shivers through her whole body. He teased her nipples then, licking, circling, suckling, nipping, pinching, scraping, laving, biting, until she arched and moaned, straining against the leather bonds. He pulled at her nipple with his teeth, sucking hard, then released it to feast on the other, cupping her breasts in his hands. Her breasts heaved with each gasping breath. She was hot and achy, and each time he scraped his teeth on the sensitive points, a shockwave went through her body down to her center of pleasure, making her throb there. He loved the breathless sounds she made, tossing her head, arching her back, lifting her breasts up to him like an offering to the gods. He accepted, alternating between suckling rhythmically and nipping softly. She was still so new to the pleasure he could give her, and he relished each moment he showed her what her hot little body was capable of. Finally, only after he had teased her breasts enough to make her orgasm with a small, surprised cry, did he move a little lower, licking and kissing his way down her small rib cage. "Oh my, Kelly," She gasped, "I didn't know I could orgasm just from that." "Let's count and see how many more you can have in one night." He grinned, he kissed her belly button, flicking his tongue rhythmically inside the tiny spot. She moaned, and wiggled, rocking her hips up ward a bit, despite his weight on top of her. He ignored the suggestion, and his hard throbbing cock. Only when he had kissed, licked and explored every inch of his wife ribs and belly did he move himself even lower. He could smell her arousal, sweet but tangy. He moved his arms under each of her legs, and rested his hands over her hip bones, so that his arms spread her wider for him. Gwen watched him, gasping, aching, needing, as he slowly lowered his head to inhale her special scent. They both groaned. She tried to arch her hips toward his mouth, but his hands pressed gently on her hips, pushing her back down. "Easy, love...we have all night remember?" He said softly, looking up her body to her eyes. "I plan on enjoying you thoroughly." He vowed, chuckling at her groan of impatience. He trailed his lips softly over her inner thigh, slowly kissing his way along the crease to her hipbone, and across the top line of her triangle of trimmed woman's hair, to her other hipbone. She gasped as he sucked softly at that hollowed spot. He teased her like that for several minutes, kissing the mound of flesh right above her hidden jewel. She arched her hips, pleading with him silently. When that didn't work, she begged out loud. "Please Kelly...I need you so bad." She whimpered. He couldn't resist the temptation any longer. He had to taste her sweet nectar. And taste he did. He licked slowly down her crease, parting her sensitive folds with his tongue, gathering her juices. She moaned loudly. He worked his way up and back down, giving her the pleasure she wanted, but avoiding her throbbing center of pleasure for the time being. He flicked his tongue inside her deep cavern rhythmically, making her call his name. When she lifted her hips to his mouth again, he quickly moved his hands to cup her buttocks, holding her hips up in the air. She was completely at his mercy, hot for him, dripping wet. He watched her inner lips pulse when he blew gently on her. She moaned. Then, suddenly, he gave her what they both wanted. With no warning, he sucked her engorged clit into her mouth and held it with his tongue, sucking hard and long, until she stiffened and shrieked his name as wave after wave of electricity flowed through her. She shivered, and convulsed through the orgasm, and right onto the third when he began to suck at her and lick at the same time, circling the little bud with the tip of his tongue. He was relentless. She bucked her hips, but he held her tight. She gasped in big gulping breaths, moaning, cursing, pleading. She was tossing her head from side to side, pulling tight on all her restraints, until the feeling was just too much, and she screamed as her fourth orgasm of the night crested. Her juices squirted him in the neck, and he groaned, pulling her pelvis to him harder, sucking at her harder, pushing her farther, demanding more. She peaked twice more, thrashing and sobbing, until finally she became too overly sensitive for him, and begged him to stop. Only then did he finally release her, easing her gently down into the bear skin. Her arms and legs were shaking uncontrollably as he grabbed his hunting knife and sliced through all her bonds. Immediately, she curled up on her side, still shaking, whimpering as the aftershocks rolled through her body. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her on top of him, holding her as she sobbed in relief and pleasure. She had never experienced that many orgasms one right after the other. It was the most intense thing she had ever felt. "Oh God, Kelly. I can't stop shaking." She murmured, splayed out on top of him. "I know love. It will pass...eventually." He chuckled. He was supremely pleased with himself. He had never made her squirt before, and it had turned him on even more than he imagined. "But before it does, I want to be inside you." He said, said, pulling her legs to straddle him. "Oh...not yet...Kelleeeeyyy!" She shrieked, long and loud as he thrust his entire ten and a half inches into her soaked, throbbing depths. He groaned loudly, as he felt her peak again and spasm along the entire length of him. He held her hips, grinding his up into her and held the position while she threw her head back and thrashed. Her breasts thrust out to greet him as she moaned repeatedly. She could feel every inch of his thick cock filling her, stretching her, mashing her sensitive clit against him. She was so full he was nearly splitting her in two, but the pleasure overtook the slight pain of it. She was a glorious site, sitting atop him, her long golden hair tickling his thighs. "I love you, Gwen. I love you." He said, and began to move, slowly, raising and lowering her to him as he rocked his hips a little from side to side. She cried out each time he entered her, the movement sending shock waves to her clit. Her nearly virgin channel was still so tight around him he had to move very slowly, until she loosened a little more. Only then did he roll them over, until he was on top, and increase the tempo of their love...he alternated between fast and short thrusts, and long and slow, so she could feel every inch of him inside her. "Oh...oh...oh..." She moaned, each cry a little louder. She was going to cum again, she could feel it building, cresting, not...quite... "Gwen...uh...Gwen!" He groaned, pounding into her steadily. He could no longer hold back, and felt his loins tighten painfully. "More, give me more!" He demanded. He quickened his pace, wrapping his fingers around her hips, his mouth on her nipples, sucking. "Yes...oh yesss!" She cried out. She rose to meet every thrust, just as urgent as he was, wrapping her legs tight around him, her heels on his butt. She racked her nails down his back...making him cry out. He slammed into her. Once. Twice. A third time, his knot bulged, widening her more, making her cry in pleasure, locking him deep inside her. He arched his back and growled, spasms of pleasure rocked through him as he released jet after jet of his seed into her womb. A Wolf In My Bed Ch. 01 "KELLY!" She screamed, the feel of his release inside her, coupled with the feel of his hard knot lodged in her sensitive flesh, sent her blissfully over the edge into her eighth orgasm of the night. In that moment, their spirits merged, hearts beating as one. It was several minutes before either of them came back down to earth, and even longer before either of them opened their eyes. "Oh, God...Kelly...I love you." She whispered, still shaking. "Amazing." She took a deep breath. Flexing her legs a bit. He groaned into her neck, still breathing hard, unable to move. "Kell?" She nudged him a little. "Are you ok?" He lifted his head and kissed her softly. "Baby...damn...you can tease me every night for the rest of my life if we can do that again every time." She laughed, and they both moaned as the movement sent aftershocks through them both. His knot lodged inside her would lock them together for quite a while yet. "Do you promise?" She teased, licking at his neck, tasting her own juices. It was the single most erotic thing he had ever seen her do. "The night's not over yet, my love." He whispered as he kissed her, slowly. "When I can move again, I intend to start all over again." He said seductively.