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Guardian Wolf Ch. 01

By: DespairEternity



I hope you enjoy this story. I am not sure whether this will stand on its own or will be a continuing series. It all depends on my time, commitment, my attention span and whether the drunken leprechaun that runs my brain makes his AA meetings or not...fucking lush. Either way enjoy! The first of this is slow and includes back story and character building. It gets good later...trust me!

Chapter 1 -- Beginnings

September 20th, 2006

James Wolfe sat in the cafeteria of Copper Hills High School lost within the vision that sat 43 feet away from him. He knew it was exactly 43 feet because she sat at the same table, the same seat, at exactly the same time of day...that and he had measured out the approximate distance with his cousin Marcus two weeks after beginning their sophomore year. She was predictable and fastidious to the point of anal retention. This only strengthened his longing for her...his future mate. This presented two distinct problems...well three if you consider her track record with trouble and the statistical inevitability that she would be waist deep in it until they were properly mated. The first problem was she didn't know she was his mate, that they were destined with the blessing of the Fates and Mother Luna to spend the rest of eternity together and bear many, many children. The thought alone of her round belly filled with his pups and full round breasts laden with sweet milk was enough to make him instantly hard and his inner wolf howl with need and want.

The second problem was infinitely more troublesome and frustrating. She had absolutely no clue who or what he was...zip...zilch...zero. It didn't help that she was part of the social elite and a rising star in varsity cheerleading. It also didn't help that he was a nerd. Not the stereotypical nerd with pocket protector and coke bottle glasses, but a nerd nevertheless. He was also painfully shy and socially awkward. He was skinny and pale but surprisingly toned and strong despite his outward appearance. He had long black hair that fell to his shoulders and deep emerald green eyes that grayed depending on his mood. He was a mathematical and computer science genius with the intellect and propensity for all things electrical. It didn't hurt having the higher intellect and instinct of his wolf to help further his scholastic endeavors though. He and Marcus had built their first PC when they were only seven years old. Last year they had built their own server farm with several terabytes of storage through a RAID 5 controller and three redundant hot swappable drives. They had successfully integrated with the current pack network and increased throughput by 50% including a more robust firewall and IDS. His father had been so impressed he had tasked him and his cousin plus some friends to help update the network at the corporate offices and improve data security and efficiency. Not bad for a bunch of seventeen year old geeks.

So far his school and professional life were shaping up very nicely...but his love life was completely in the shitter. But that was the way the way it had to be. Pack law decreed that outside of casual acquaintances and friendships, future mates were not to be told of their destiny until the Rites of Ascension which fell on their 18th birthday. It was not only to help protect mates and pack members from potential attacks and retribution but to allow the natural flow of a relationship to blossom and bear fruit as prophesied by Mother Luna and the three Fates. But so far things were not looking towards his favor. He understood the importance of discretion and the secret nature of their courtship and it was not like he was totally in the dark. He received regular updates from her parents per the contracts of mating. His wolf guided him and provided intuitive and insightful glimpses into her psyche. He knew where she was at all times instinctively. He knew what she was feeling by thought or smell if he was close enough...whether she was happy, angry, sad, or...aroused.

Arousal was by far his most favorite. During a particular rousing and exciting homecoming game he had been sitting near the bleachers watching her during her routine. She was a flyer...one of the cheerleaders they threw up in the air to catch again like a human beach ball. Thunderstorms had passed before the game and the field where they had been performing their routine was still damp in many areas. Suddenly the thrower lost her balance, slipped and fell, while Rachel...that is her name by the way...Rachel Merchant...the most beautiful name in any language...um...anyway...she was still mid air and was heading back to Earth head first. Without thinking James jumped over the rail and ran the twenty feet to where she was going to land, catching her securely in his arms. For the briefest of moments their eyes met and the world around them faded to blackness. His emerald eyes connected with her pale green eyes...yes pale green... for the love of Luna...like the finest cuts of Jade. The electricity passed between them and the smell of her sex made its way to his sensitive nostrils...she smelled of freshly cut Cedar. The smell buckled his knees nearly making him drop her. His wolf was howling with wanton lust and desire. It was practically demanding that he take her then and there on the field in front of the Gods, Mother Luna, and about 3,000 spectators. The moment passed and his brain was again able to send electrical impulses to the rest of his body. He panicked. He gently placed her on the ground mumbling an apology and a hope she was okay, then bolted. James ran straight past the visitor uprights into the forest clearing beyond ripping and clawing his clothes as he descended deeper into the tree line. Yep! His love life was off to a Cracker Jack start. Fuck!

He shifted immediately after his underwear hit the forest floor and raced back to the pack compound. Here he is a powerful, supernatural, near immortal being and he pusses out first chance he gets speaking to Rachel. Back in his room James opened up the detailed journal he kept on Rachel with all of her pertinent information. They included bio, likes, dislikes, allergies, etc. -- these came with many thanks from Brian and Natalie Merchant -- Rachel's parents. They were a wonderful, loving couple who were ecstatic to be bound to the Wolfe clan; they were very fond of James and couldn't wait for the two to start popping out grandchildren. They were also loyal employees in his father's corporation and powerful allies when it came to werewolf and human relations in High Council meetings. Wolfe and Merchant were bound in both blood and purpose; it had been this way for the last two millennia. And Gods help them it will last another two. James let his mind wonder to the beginning, willing his thoughts to focus on anything to relieve his current bout of social anxiety...

After the final battle was fought and the dead counted during the last Blood War, the opposing sides were sickened of all the death and chaos. They were tired of war. They wanted peace. They wanted a chance for mutual prosperity and happiness to take root in the soil that had been soaked with a thousand years of blood, betrayal, and distrust. A delegation was formed from all the major factions...the werewolves, vampires, the elves, the dwarves, and finally the humans. The Articles of Council were written and sworn to by all parties at the First Council of Nicaea in Bithynia, Turkey in 325 AD. The Roman Emperor Charlemagne chaired the Council, bless his Pagan soul. A need was seen to marry and breed between the species to strengthen and solidify the fragile peace treaties. Charlemagne agreed with the heads of each clan that the Human species was the most likely candidate for successful mating. The three Fates of legend (Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos) decreed that direct Alpha blood lines in each Family tree would mix blood with a particular line of Humans. These blood ties would not only extend to mating but trade and commerce as well. This would allow for stronger familial ties but also bring economic and social stability to the war ridden nations of every species. The motion was ratified unanimously and was very popular among all.

The Fates decreed they would place sacred marks on newborns that signified their intended mate and claim by an Alpha bloodline. The marks were specific to each individual clan but all hold a basic emblem that distinguishes each species. A vampire's emblem is a fang, a Dwarf's is a hammer, an Elf's is a sword, and for the Wolf the mark of Luna, a full moon. These emblems are only visible to the bearer, his or her family or pack, and their intended mate. This would allow intended mates to recognize each other immediately. When the mates were in close proximity the marks would glow brightly according to species markers. For the Wolfe Clan our mark burns with a deep blue lunar glow.

The Fates, bless their gentle souls, also placed spiritual locks on mates to prevent rogue members of species from taking and breeding with Alpha mates to force bloodline disputes. Mates were essentially sterile to all except their intended lovers and not only were they sterile, but becoming sexually aroused was impossible under duress. The Fates went as far as to make a mate physically ill if any but their love was trying to initiate sexual intercourse. Rogue encounters and rape were extremely rare the countermeasures were that effective. The only problems occurred among the humans. If another human attacked an Alpha's mate, it was up to the Alpha or clan guard unit to stop any potential harm from befalling them. Alpha's had learned very quickly after some mates were lost to be very, very protective of their intended mates. The loss was too terrible to not be just a little paranoid about this. So far no Alpha has lost a mate in the last 223 years. But it hasn't been easy. It can be difficult to keep one step ahead of disaster. Especially if your mate has no clue who or what you are and has an uncanny ability for being in the wrong place when the shit hits the fan...

James sighed heavily. He was prepared to do anything to see that he and Rachel were properly mated. Even if she would not acknowledge his existence, he would protect her to his dying breath until it was time to properly reveal himself. But James had always been proactive in his pursuits and he was always one to think outside the box. If he could not be with Rachel in a romantic or social sense until after the Rites of Ascension, he would be with her in spirit. He would be her protector and guardian angel...scratch that...he would be her guardian wolf.

Chapter Two -- The Birth of Lovers

October 3rd, 1988

James was born on October 3rd, 1988 at St. Luke's Memorial Hospital at 2:21 am in room 301 during the full moon. Next bed over Rachel was pushed out at exactly 2:23 am. They were born only two minutes apart. James's mother Margaret had insisted that she and Natalie share a room when they were admitted within minutes of each other. The doctors didn't see a problem with this, even if it was a little...unorthodox. Within hours of being born the babes now donned in hospital regulation baby gear were returned to their mothers and a milk laden tit that each promptly latched a hold of.

Outside the waiting room a sudden uproar came as three plump and cheerful women of indeterminate age (meaning old) barged their way into the already cramped mothers' room, their arms laden with gifts and toys. The attending orderly was quite put out when one of the three women promptly told him to shut his trap and get the fuck out.

"We're the Grandmothers dumbass! There is no way in this life or the next you are going to keep us away from our new Grandchildren. So step the fuck off!" the tallest of the three said with surprising ferocity.

The orderly blanched and opened his mouth a few times in stunned silence before deciding it was not worth his time or energy arguing with the battle hardened shrew. He threw his hands up in defeat and quickly backed out of the room in retreat mumbling curses under his breath. Richard Wolfe and Brian Merchant stood in a corner of the room snickering quietly at the expense of the poor man.

"Lacey! You have to be nice! The poor man was only trying to do his job. You have probably scarred him for life. He still has 51 years left. He'll probably end up homeless and alone because of you!" the second tallest berated.

"Oh shove it up your ass and die Chloe! He probably deserved it. He had a very offensive aura about him. I am not going to be nice to those who are inherently bad tempered." Lacey said in terse reply.

"Quiet please." The shortest of the three said barely above a whisper. "We have come here for a joyous occasion. Let us not ruin it with arguing please."

"Okay Atty. You were always the most level headed one", said Lacey.

With the argument settled they turned their attentions back to the two babies now nursing contentedly away at their mother's breast. The three elderly women quickly crowded around the two nursing infants staring lovingly at them.

"Simply beautiful children! I foresee a happy mating between them. They will have many, many children. Their first mating will yield a set of twins...a boy and girl," said Chloe.

"He will be a guardian and a strong protector for her. She will often be in danger before they are mated. But fear not! He will always be strong and ready to defend against the evils of the human world. She will come to love him not from outwardly appearance but from the strength of his heart and his devotion to her. She will be known intimately to him as Jade", whispered Atty.

"He will be weak in stature before the Rites of Ascension like Alphas before him. This is only to shield his true appearance until the time is ready and allow him to gain his rightful place as an Alpha of the Wolfe clan", said Lacey before bending closer to the two mothers so only they were able to hear her next words.

"It will also help you to know that your son will be hung like a horse and have the stamina of an ox." Lacey said this with a wry and somewhat wicked grin on her face. Both mothers quickly turned crimson at this revelation before giggling quietly to themselves.

"Lacey! Are you spinning tales again?" Chloe interrogated her sibling.

"Of course not dear sister, you know better than most that I always speak the truth!" Lacey stated with an air of absolute certainty. Chloe simply rolled her eyes at her sister not believing a word she said.

"Quiet you two! Enough bickering!" Atty quickly admonished them. "Let us begin the Rites of Mating as laid down at the First Council of Nicaea."

With that the three women closed and locked the door, closed the blinds, and bound the room with a spell of secrecy. They gathered in a semi-circle around the now sleeping infants. Atty was the only one to speak now as the others were quickly lost in the trance of the Rites.

"Prince James of the Wolfe clan....we charge you now with the binding Rites of Mating set forth through the Articles of Council. You will take Princess Rachel as your mate, binding you together in body and soul as one universal being. You will forsake all others. You will love and cherish your Rachel for all eternity or until death takes you from this Earthly plane. You will protect and watch over your Rachel against the evils of this world...which are many...defending her until your last breath. We now bind your sexual prowess to Rachel and to her alone. You will sire children with Rachel and be happy. You will be Alpha of Wolfe Clan. So are the wishes of the Fates of Luna. We seal this mating with the mark of Luna and your family crest."

At the end of the incantation a mystical seal appeared in the space between the two beds. The seal was of the full moon, mark of Mother Luna, and the red shield and crest of the Wolfe clan appearing in the center. The crest was a black werewolf in full battle transformation baying at the moon. The mark was placed on James's left bicep.

Atty then continued, "So Prince James is bound to Princess Rachel from this day henceforth until the fall of the Heavens."

Atty then turned her attention to the small girl now.

"Princess Rachel of the Merchant Guild...we charge you now with the binding Rites of Mating set forth through the Articles of Council. You will take Prince James as your mate, binding you together in body and soul as one universal being. You will forsake all others. You will love and cherish your James for all eternity or until death takes you from this Earthly plane. You will honor and serve James, bearing his children and rearing them with love. You will be a companion and help mate in all things private and pack related to James. You will offer council and guidance to James but remember that his word is law to the members of your pack. You will help and protect the weaker members of the pack and be surrogate mother to all who require it. We now bind your sexual prowess to James and to him alone. You will bear children with James and be happy. Your will be Madam Alpha and mother to generations. So are the wishes of the Fates of Luna. We seal this mating with the mark of Luna and the crest of your mate's family."

At the end of the incantation an identical seal appeared in the space between the two beds. The mark was placed on Rachel above her maidenhood.

Atty then continued, "So Princess Rachel is bound to Prince James from this day henceforth until the fall of the Heavens."

The other two quickly came out of the trance and all three echoed in the tiny room, "May Mother Luna bless this union of Clan and Guild! May Mother Luna bless this mating! May Mother Luna bless their happiness! We now close the Rites of Mating until the Rites of Ascension ceremony eighteen years hence. Go forth and find each other anew."

The three Fates finished with the seriousness of business now giggled and congratulated the jubilant mothers. They then proceeded to do what grandmothers do best. Spoil the little buggers rotten with love and toys. Afterwards they said their goodbyes quickly before heading down the hall to another birthing. They never tired of their job. Theirs was a labor of love.

Natalie turned to Margaret and smiled a knowing smile and quickly stifled a yawn before cuddling Rachel closer and falling asleep briefly until the next feeding. Margaret switched James from one tit to the other to allow him to drain her of her life giving milk. Why were the boys always the most voracious eaters?

Chapter Three -- Guardian Wolf

September 23rd, 2006

James was at his usual spot during lunch period staring longingly at the woman of his desires and his dreams. He was thinking how lovely she looked with her long brown hair draping down her lithe body in ringlets. She was short. She was only 5' 2" but she was not really petite. She was curvy and voluptuous in all the right ways. At a 115lbs. She had some curves but they were all in the right places. From her mouth watering heart-shaped ass to her 32 C breasts. James knew with a quiet certainty that her assets would only appreciate with age. God you have to love how that interest accumulates.

James mood certainly took a turn for the worst as he spied Rachel's current 'boy friend' approach. Jayden Michaels was the typical Neanderthal football player with the personality and charisma of a lump of moldy cheese and an IQ to match. This kid was so dense and oblivious to things outside his immediate interest, James wondered if with a bit more persuasion this guy may actually collapse into his own black hole....

"Jayden I said stop!" James heard Rachel scream at the top of her lungs forcing everyone in the lunch room to immediately towards the disturbance.


Guardian Wolf Ch. 01



"Damn babe! Watch it with the pipes. I was just trying to get a little loving from you. Can you blame a guy for trying to get a little something from his girl?" Jayden pleaded shamelessly.

"You are such a fucking Neanderthal. I am not your 'girl'. I will not be one of your bimbo bitches that drop to their knees the minute you ask them. You are a fucking pig and I don't want to see you again. You fucking disgust me!" Rachel eyes were clouded with a fury that was unnatural...well...supernatural.

James followed Rachel's movements with his eyes as she quickly made her way out of the cafeteria and waited to see if Jayden would be stupid enough to follow. God he hoped this fucker was that stupid. His wolf was practically pleading with him to cripple this fucker for life and remove the option for procreation. But Jayden simply yelled an indiscernible obscenity in her general direction and return to grazing like the common bovine he was.

Rachel stumbled blindly towards her locker. Her eyes streaming tears clouding her vision as she fought with the tumbler, getting the combination wrong three times before she cursed silently and forced herself to calm down. Why did she always allow herself to be drawn to the Alpha losers in school? Why couldn't she find someone who loved her for her mind and personality, not just because she was a cheerleader? Finally after a couple minutes and some breathing exercises to reign in her erratic heartbeat she was able to open the locker. She was shocked to find sitting in her locker a polished ebony box. Her temper quickly rose to the top as she tried to determine who the fuck had violated her own private piece of public school property. If that fucker Jayden was trying to buy her allegiance with some fucking trinkets he had another fucking thing coming. Such an asshole!

But inside her head something assured her that this was not from the asshole but someone who would become eternally more important to her. A voice quietly whispered this was a start to something wonderful. Opening the box she was shocked to see a golden emblem embossed under the lid...a werewolf baying at the moon on a red shield in the center of a full moon...an exact match to the tattoo now gracing her lower body since she could remember...this was important! Inside the box was lined with dark emerald velvet and there were three items within: a small figurine of a wolf that she soon recognized was made out of jade...expensive. The second was a small red velvet jewelry box. She opened it to find a small golden pin that resembled angel wings....beautiful. The third was a small note on some very nice stationary.

To My Rachel

For the next time you think you can fly. A little reminder that I will always be there to catch you whenever you fall. With all my love and affection.

Your Guardian Wolf -- J.W.

Rachel read and reread the note again and again. Her guardian wolf...a personal protector...a sentinel to guide her in the darkness. She felt a warm feeling wash over her body like being wrapped in a down comforter. She felt a heat build in her lower abdomen and spread down between her legs. She felt her temperature rise and her breath come short as a burning sensation and a warm glow emanated below her. She thought of the man with emerald eyes who caught her in his arms last Friday... a man with gorgeous long hair that fell over his eyes, wild and untamed, her guardian wolf...a man who captured her heart in the instant that he caught her body and their eyes met for the first time.

She thought back to last weekend and the brief, precious seconds that altered her being forever. She remembered the sheer thrill and electricity that went through her body. She remembered how her body had molded instantly to his slight frame but felt as his iron hard muscles rippled beneath her...his body reminded her of a swimmer's...lean but powerful. Rachel remembered how her pussy had flooded and her temperature spiked as feelings of intense arousal had engulfed her heart and her mind like a forest fire. And as quickly as she felt his presence, he was gone with an apology spoken so softly it barely registered. She didn't even know who he was. She promised herself that soon...soon she would discover the identity to her guardian wolf.

Chapter Four - Birthdays and Introductions

October 3rd, 2006

James and Marcus were at their usual spot in the lunchroom arguing the merits and faults of the newest chips released by both Intel and AMD. Marcus was a diehard Intel fan and refused to acknowledge that AMD was anything other than a second-rate copy cat that simply rode the Intel's corporate coat-tails and scooped up their sloppy seconds. James was furious. Not about Intel or AMD...he couldn't care less about that. He was mad at himself at how chicken-shit he was around Rachel. For the last three weeks he had tried working up his courage just to talk with her. The Rites of Ascension were here and he hadn't muttered a single syllable to her since the homecoming football game and his haphazard heroics on the field. He was supposed to meet her at his house tonight for the first arranged meeting and he hadn't brought himself to say hi to her yet. This was fucking awesome! And he is suppose to be a fucking Alpha...real fucking great...a pussy Alpha in wolf form...God Damn It!

What the fuck was he suppose to tell her...

"Hi There! Hey listen...I know we only met for like twenty seconds last week...but you're my intended and I wanted to invite you over to my house for a ceremony that will help explain what we are and why we are meant to be together as eternal mates for all of fucking eternity. And not to mention I'm a werewolf and tonight I will reach my final form tonight so I won't simply look like a nerd pussy bitch anymore...I'll just act like one. Great! See you tonight! Love ya!"

...this was going to be a fucking disaster.

"You just can't bring yourself to admit the newest Athlon X2 processors are just as powerful as Intel's Core 2. You are a stubborn, thickheaded Cro-Magnon that should be lumped with all the other football playing Homo Erectus," said James.

"That's a low fuckin' blow douche bag and you know it. I was simply stating with a larger L2 cache and higher benchmarks, the newest Core 2's are better suited dollar for dollar for the higher end PC's. And you can just go and lick your own ass for all I care wolf-boy," Marcus stated heatedly.

They were starting to gather stares. Including the surprised eyes of the one person James prayed would simply overlook him for now...shit...it was too soon....wasn't it? Rachel was staring directly at him now and he felt the heated conflict build between his human and his wolf side. His human side wanted to dig a hole beneath the laminated surface of the cafeteria and die a slow and agonizing death from all the humiliation, and his wolf side was howling with joy that she finally recognized him and there was a spark of interest and...something else hidden in those jade pools of loveliness. His neck and ears had become crimson with all the blood flooding his veins and his heartbeat had increased to deafening as his embarrassment increased exponentially. James did the only thing his teenage mind could manage on such a level...flee. He bolted from the lunch room and headed for the nearest lavatory emptying the contents of his recently ingested lunch.

Before Marcus could stop him, James had fled in an embarrassment induced panic, running down the nearest hall and crashing head long through the men's bathroom.

"James wait! Shit!" barked Marcus before chasing after his cousin in a dead run.

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"James! James! You have to come out of the fucking bathroom man...you can't stay in there any longer. You've got shit to do...remember? You need to talk to her. You can't get around it any longer. I can't be the one to do this man. You are the only one she will listen to. You have put this off long enough dingus...pull off your pussy and grow a fucking pair! You are the fucking Alpha...start fucking acting like one! " James practically screamed this while banging loudly on the wooden door.

James sat barricaded against the door as he listened to his cousin rant and hammer against the wooden door. If Marcus wasn't careful he could easily splinter the wood and then where would they be? But at the mention of the word 'Alpha' a switch was thrown in James's head. His cousin was right. He couldn't puss out anymore. He had been acting like a lowly bitch ever since he had entered high school. He had let his weak human emotions and frailties govern his reactions to situations. He was an Alpha, bread to lead one of the most powerful clans in the supernatural world. He had let his weak nerdy persona, this shell he had carefully manufactured to protect himself and his mate, override his core personality. He was wolf at heart. He was ALPHA. He felt his wolf howl and leap in triumph as he finally recognized and embraced his true destiny. He had grown into his own...he had grown a set...he had discovered his natural, baser nature and found the courage hidden within. He was ready to claim his mate. He was ready to claim his birth right.

James leapt to his feet feeling a weight that had hung over his shoulders and dampened his spirits and his heart for too long fall away leaving behind a sense of purpose...a sense of pride...a sense of devotion and longing to finally be himself and show Rachel the true man he could be. The man she loved and deserved. He opened the bathroom door with such force he nearly dislocated Marcus's shoulder as he continued to pound on the door and jiggle the handle (pun intended). Marcus looked at him with suspicion and concern until he saw the determined look that now governed James's countenance, a look that only a man that had finally embraced his true self could show. The look was of an Alpha.

"About fucking time! I was starting to seriously doubt the Fates. I thought they had finally succumbed to senility. Go get her bro. She's waiting for you." Marcus said with a grin as he cleared a path to let James past.

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James walked with purpose and direction as he confidently strolled over to Rachel Merchant. He caught her looking at him with a mixture of amazement and...sniff...yep lust. This may be easier than he originally thought. With a sudden surge of bravado and confidence, James walked over to her and wrapping his arms around her small frame he lifted her up and planted a gentle yet firm kiss on Rachel's lips. This kiss was meant to convey all of his pent up emotions and desires. The resulting effects sent fireworks shooting off behind both of their eye sockets and making them moan in mutual appreciation. The kiss deepened until they were battling each other's tongues in a duel to see who could search out the other's mouth the fastest. When they finally broke James looked into Rachel's eyes to see a new found seed of love and devotion starting to germinate. He knew he had her at last.

Everyone left present in the lunchroom were too shocked at what was now displayed before their very eyes to utter a response. Something like this was unheard of. A geek did not simply walk up to one of the hottest girls in the history of this school and plant a scorching kiss right on her lips...it just was not done. But James could not give a flying fuck for such juvenile high school social rules. This was his beloved he was about to claim. He would no longer allow himself to be swayed by such trivial matters again. He was an Alpha apparent, next in line to lead the Wolfe clan. He was going to start acting like it, god damn it!

"Rachel," he whispered so only she could hear, "my name is James Wolfe. I have something of endless importance that will affect us for the rest of our lives. Will you accompany me on a walk please? I promise you will be completely safe with me. I would never allow anything to ever happen to you. I love you and care for you too deeply to allow that."

That last statement had apparently hit a chord deep within Rachel's heart. She was simply too stunned and suddenly out of breath to whisper a reply. She simply nodded her assent and took the hand offered her. Rachel knew the time had come. She didn't know what it was...but it was time for her to get some answers. The moment he took her hand she felt the warmth wash over her and she felt an eternal calmness envelop her. She felt safe and complete next to him. She melted into his side and let him lead them out the side doors towards the football field and the visitor uprights. This conversation would take place in the woods...his woods. It was the most natural place for them, even if she didn't know it yet.

As they walked towards the forest clearing James could feel a pair of eyes burning a hole into the back of his head. He looked back towards the field and noticed one of the larger football linemen staring death back at him. Jayden Michaels was looking at the coupling with a mixture of anger and confusion. His eyes were darkening with a new feeling of jealous rage. Jayden had not witnessed the act in the lunch room but he had heard of it at the speed only capable under the physics of high school gossip. James could not help himself and he simply smiled and laughed at the darkening confusion and rage that were clearly clouding the poor idiot's face. He knew what was coming. He could smell the acidic tang of anger and rage building in Jayden. He knew he would have to deal with Jayden directly before they could have their conversation. And this conversation was too important to interrupt. He sighed heavily and turned as he saw the large brute lumbering towards them at an alarming speed.

She had chosen a nerd over him? The thought was incomprehensible. His feeble mind could not register how a beautiful girl such as she would choose someone like him. Something was wrong. And by damn he was going to find out and beat the shit out of the little nerd in the process. His primal brain screamed in rage as he broke formation and charged towards the rail thin nerd; his ears were deaf to the screams from his coaches. This was going to be too fucking sweet. He was going lay out this little cocksucker and enjoying rearranging that smug look on his face. Then he was going to take what was his from that little whore slut of a cock tease. He would not be denied what he felt was always his.

Too bad it seemed...people like Jayden would always learn the hard way and you had to beat it into their thick skulls before they learned. Some things are not for sale...some things are not for consideration...some things are not taken but earned...some things are always off limits to everyone but a single person. And by the Fates Jayden was definitely not that person. James hated to tip his hand and show Rachel some of his power so early...he didn't want to scare her...but this lumbering piss ant was just praying for it. Besides his wolf had not had any exercise in some time and he was anxious for a work out. If Jayden had to be the poor bastard to give his wolf an outlet for his frustration, so be it.

Jayden zeroed in on the little fuck now staring at him with a mixture of mild amusement and boredom. The fool actually looked at him like he pitied Jayden. The fucking cocksucker didn't know what was going to hit him. When he was within six feet of James he lunged at the nerd with the force of 240lbs. of rippling muscle.

With maniacal rage Jayden roared, "You're fucking dead nerd!"

But something was off. He was mere inches from wrapping his fingers around the scrawny nerd's neck when the little prick disappeared. He suddenly felt an excruciating pain seize his back as James brought down a karate chop directed at the center of his spine; Jayden dropped like a sack of potatoes as he crumpled into the ground. His excessive momentum carried his body along the ground another two feet before coming to rest. As Jayden forced himself to a standing position, a large piece of sod was lodged into his face mask temporarily blinding him. He ripped off the helmet with a primal roar trying to locate the source of all his hatred and aggression. James stood directly in front of him waiting.

James continued to look at Jayden with that mixture of resignation and pity as if to say, 'do we really have to do this?' Jayden simply got an evil grin as he reached into the waistband of his pants to recover the brass knuckles hidden beneath. He loved these things. They always added a little something extra to his already aggressive nature. Slipping the new weapon over his hand he prepared for a new assault upon the little asshole. Before he could take a new stance, a small ball of fury was on his back, clawing and scratching at his face and pulling his hair out by the roots. Jayden rolled his wait forward launching Rachel to the ground.

"You fucking little whore! You cheating little slut! How dare you choose him over me!" Jayden screamed hysterically.

Before Rachel could rise to a crouching position to ready for another attack, she dropped the large clump of hair that she had managed to retrieve from Jayden's scalp. Jayden looked down at the parcel that now lay on the ground. He reached to the back of his head to discover a large bald spot above his neck line.

"You fucking bitch! You're going to pay for that. After I send that little cocksucker over there into a coma, you and I have unfinished business to attend to. I am going to get what rightfully is mine. I will not be denied. You are going to give me everything I have coming to me." Jayden said this with a wicked, maniacal gleam in his eye.

Rachel did not offer a reply but simply launched herself into his body, aiming for his eyes hoping to do some major damage before James got hurt. Jayden caught her in mid air by the throat and with a backhand with the brass knuckles he smashed her to the ground. Her lower lip and chin were bleeding; she was having trouble keeping conscious.

Before Jayden could revel in the sight of this slut bleeding and cowering beneath him, Jayden felt his right shoulder wrenched out of its socket as his hand was pulled back and up towards his spine. A foot came out, crushing the back of his knee cap. The force of the blow was so great Jayden could feel his patella snap; Jayden fell to his knees in an instant. He groaned in excruciating pain. Son of a bitch! He had completely forgotten about the nerd. Where the hell did this little dipshit get so much power?

James was livid. He was having the hardest time not transforming in front of the entire football team and ripping this bastard's head and spinal column from his body. His wolf was howling with pure rage. Someone had dared to lay a hand on their mate. Retribution and blood were demanded. James had to usher up every last ounce of his willpower to quiet the blood lust now coursing through his veins as his wolf clawed at him, trying to gain dominance over his body.

James looked down at Jayden with a righteous fury. This pathetic excuse for congealed matter had dared to lay a hand on his Rachel. With a sudden malicious delight, James strengthened his grip on the offending hand crushing every major bone in Jayden's hand. He would need several weeks of surgery, reconstruction, and physical therapy before he even hoped to use it again. Jayden howled with a pain so great tears were streaming out of the linebacker's...ahem....FORMER linebacker's eyes. James suddenly felt a warm liquid dripping on his shoes. The cowardly bastard had pissed himself. James smiled wickedly. He lowered his head to Jayden's right ear and whispered so neither Rachel nor anyone else could hear.

"I am only going to say this once you cock sucking mother fucker! If I ever see, hear, or smell you within 50 feet of Rachel again I swear to all the dark God's that I will sever your spinal column from your head, tear out your jugular, and shit down your throat. Rachel is my mate...my life. No one ever lays a hand on her...and no one, "James tightened his grip on the fractured hand forcing Jayden to whimper, "no one raises a hand in violence to her, especially a worthless sack of shit like you. I will kill you if I ever see you near her again. And don't expect to play again this year...or any year...and I fully intend on pressing charges for your unprovoked and ill conceived aggression."




Guardian Wolf Ch. 01



And with a dark growl that seemed to emanate from deep within James that had Jayden whimpering in utter terror, James lifted Jayden and threw him by the already dislocated shoulder, ripping the bastard's rotator cuff completely, into the visiting uprights. Luckily, James was merciful enough to aim for the well padded side beams and not the bare steel of the cross bar. Jayden hit face first, breaking his nose in the padded beam and crumpled into unconsciousness.

James yelled to the head coach to get an ambulance and to call the cops. He went over to where Rachel sat stunned and disoriented and kneeled down before her. He gingerly placed a hand on her head. She started to shy away but with a pained look from James her fear was forgotten in an instance and she allowed him to run his fingers through her silky tresses causing her body to shudder and a warm puddle of arousal to pool in her panties. James gently lifted Rachel up as if she were weightless and settled her on her feet.

"We have to get that cut looked at and have a short chat with the officers. Then I fully intend on finishing our walk. We still have much to discuss before tonight." James said.

Rachel started to question what was going to happen tonight but smartly decided to let the issue lie at the moment. She saw James in a whole new light. She had watched with utter disbelief as James moved with inhuman strength and speed to stop and disarm her would-be attacker. If she had not witnessed the whole thing with her own eyes, she would never have believed a word of it. James was beyond human. He was strong, swift, and gorgeous...a triple threat. And when she heard that animalistic growl that seemed to reverberate through his entire body, it sent shivers of lust shooting through every synapse in her tiny body. She wanted this man...and he was definitely a man. She didn't know why, but she was falling fast for her guardian wolf.

************

The police and ambulance arrived a few minutes later after the head coach had phoned 911 to report the fight. The EMT's looked at the carnage that was Jayden Michael's in utter disbelief. This kid was a solid 225-240 of solid muscle. The other guy was barely a buck fifty. Jayden had a broken nose, three bruised and two broken ribs, dislocated right shoulder, torn rotator cuff (probably with every tendon severed along with it), a fractured patella (probably a blown ACL as well), and a right hand that looked to be completely crush. The paramedics looked at James with a look of utter shock and respect. If the kid could do this, James was a bad-ass mother fucker; you did not want to fuck with this kid.

Of course Rachel was not to be dismissed. The little hellion had done some damage. Along with a large tuft of hair that was now sitting in evidence baggies, Jayden had four inch claw marks down both of his cheeks, and a large scratch down the front of his throat where Rachel clung to when Jayden threw her.

The cops had already taken James and Rachel's statements and were now questioning a field of students and faculty. The football team had been excused to the locker rooms after a cursory set of questions. The head and assistant coaches who were closest to the action were helpful in clearing James of any wrong doing. They clearly explained what unfolded and included careful insight into Jayden's anger issues and control problems. The brass knuckles found on Jayden's still mangled right hand was the last nail in his coffin. The kid was looking at some serious charges including assault with a deadly weapon. But with Jayden's extensive injuries and a long road to recovery that would probably extend to a year or more, the cops were hesitant to make an arrest.

James was the one who came up with the solution. His father was close friends with several judges and with a small battalion of corporate lawyer's backing up his son, there was little question to the future of Jayden if James decided to press full charges. But without adding too much insult to extensive injury James decided to be the bigger man and hopefully get a young man turned around before his life was completely in the shitter. He said he would not press charges if Jayden, after sufficient convalescence, was immediately expelled, forced into anger management and extensive counseling, and had a restraining order placed on him that forbade him from contact of any kind with James or Rachel within 500 feet...phone calls and electronic correspondence included. The cops were quick to agree and promised to quickly draw up the necessary documentation with the lawyers and have a judge sign it before end of the night.

When Christopher Michaels was called he was obviously upset at the injuries Jayden sustained but was more than aware of his son's emotional and anger issues. His son had been angry since his mother had died several years earlier, never really coming to grips with the loss. His son had closed himself off to any form of fatherly or professional support and quickly found an outlet in bullying and being just a general asshole as his only way to vent his sense of loss and abandonment. When James called his father to explain the situation, Robert was quick to offer Christopher a deal that would help both parties...and maybe get Jayden on the right track to a better future. Robert agreed to pay all medical costs including counseling for Jayden in return that he complete all court required counseling and anger management classes and with a sworn promise that he would abide by the rules of the restraining order. Mr. Michaels was ecstatic and quickly agreed to everything. Chris was a long and faithful employee at one of Mr. Wolfe's companies and was never amazed more at the generosity and kindness of an employer than Robert Wolfe. The whole situation was settled within an hour of the fight and James and Rachel were free to have that little chat.

************

James and Rachel walked slowly into the forest holding hands. They had quickly made and exit after everything was settled with the police and after the EMT's had cleaned and dressed Rachel's wound. It was nothing serious, just a split lip that would be tender for a few days and a few scratches and bruised chin. James guided them to a clearing between the Douglas Fir that he knew so well. He often came here with his brother's when they wanted to run and work off some aggression towards each other. There was a set of set of stone markers noting the cardinal and secondary compass points. A wooden bench was carved into a very large oak that seemed out of place amongst the pine. It was the oldest living tree in the forest and was planted when the Wolfe Clan first moved to this area.

"What is this place James? It's absolutely gorgeous." Rachel asked clearly struck by the simple beauty.

"It's a place that I come to think or work off some aggression with my brothers. Whenever we have had enough sparring or workouts at the family gym, we come here to let ourselves run wild and free." James said.

"Rachel...what do you know of your surname Merchant?"

"Not much...my parents tell me it is a very old and proud name but they are kind of cryptic when I pry a little more. They keep saying that I will find out very soon enough, but they cannot tell me more."

"They really couldn't. It is part of the binding agreement set down by the Articles of Council set at Nicaea," James whispered.

Rachel understood none of this....council of what?

"Rachel. Do you believe in soul mates? Two people destined for one another from birth. Set on this Earth for each other and no one else?" he asked.

Rachel slowly nodded her head. She did indeed believe in soul mates but was unsure where this was headed even though her heart was screaming the painfully obvious at her.

James reached out and quietly lifted her shirt up just enough to bare her belly button then proceeded to slowly unzip Rachel's pants. Rachel tried to raise a voice of objection but was only able to amount to a small squeak. James undid the button of her denim jeans then lowered them until they sagged on her knees. He then, ever so gently lowered her panties until it revealed her tattoo.

"How...how did you know about my tattoo? I have had this thing forever...as long as I can remember...even as a little girl. Every time I try and ask my parents about it, they simply tell me it is a mark of extreme importance and I will find out on my 18th birthday. They have never elaborated beyond that."

James quickly lifted his black t-shirt. His pale skin glistened in the early afternoon sun that parted the thick canopy of trees. He turned his left bicep so Rachel could clearly see the matching tattoo stamped on his skin. Rachel lost all control of her respiratory system and began to hyperventilate. James had to lower her down to the bench and comfort her for a few minutes before he got her breathing back to normal. After a few minutes Rachel's breathing was back to normal but James could clearly hear her heartbeat moving at a fast pace.

"Rachel. I was born at St. Luke's Memorial hospital on October 3rd, 1988 at 2:21 am in room 102. A little girl was born two minutes later in the bed next to my mother. This little girl was the daughter of Brian and Natalie Merchant, employees and close friends to my father and mother Robert and Margaret Wolfe. That early morning a full moon bathed both babies in its light...the light of Mother Luna. The three Fates have decreed that we are meant for each other...kindred souls bound to each other for all eternity. They placed these sacred tattoos upon our bodies to signify our binding and to help us identify each other. See?"

James moved closer to Rachel as she sat relaxed in the hollow of the tree. James caressed her gently then wrapped her body in his arms. Rachel felt a warm tingle where her tattoo lay and looked down. Her tattoo was glowing! How? She looked at James and seeing the confusion in her eyes he gently moved her head to look at his bicep now draped over her left shoulder. His tattoo was also glowing brightly. The blue moon shined brightly on his arm and the wolf on the crest seemed to move of his own volition.

"We are mates my dearest Rachel. We have destined to be together forever, to love each other, to marry and have children. I know it seems confusing, far-fetched, even crazy, but it is the truth. I promise you now here in this holy place. I have never and will never lie to you...ever. I can't. It is not in my nature to be deceitful but a mate cannot lie to the other; it is physically impossible. Sometimes I must withhold something from you for security reasons or to protect you and the pack, but I promise on my life and sacred honor that I will never lie to you." James said this with his heart and soul lay bare to her scrutiny. He didn't know what would happen if she rejected him here. It would destroy him.

"James. I am confused. I get why I have the tattoo but I don't get what it means. I mean I don't understand the wolf and crest. Why is the wolf look like something out of a horror movie? James I am falling hard, fast, and deep for you. And I can already tell you hold a deep love and respect for me. But I need to know more. Help me understand." Rachel said almost in a whisper.

James understood. He sighed heavily because he must show Rachel what he truly was; what she would soon become. He would never hide anything from her, never again.

"Rachel. I need you to trust me now. Trust me when I say I love you and would protect you and defend you to my dying breath. I would never raise a finger to you in anger or do something you would not approve of. I love you with all my heart and what I do next may be shocking, but it must be done before we can be together. Do you trust me sweetheart?" James pleaded.

Rachel looked at the man she had only met a few days ago but was undeniably attracted to and quickly coming to understand the depth of her feelings for him.

"Yes James. I do trust you. I trust you with my life, my heart, my soul, and my love." She said these words with a conviction she did not know she had. She quickly reviewed her statement and discovered she meant every word.

James stood quietly and continued where his shirt left off. He quickly unbuttoned his pants and lowered them off his body with his socks and shoes. With a mischievous grin James hooked his fingers in his boxers while looking directly at Rachel. He noticed her breath catch in anticipation. He lowered his underwear to the forest floor and stood in his entire masculine, all be it pale, glory.

Rachel gasped with an audible squeak. James was not large...he was fucking huge. Her brain began to run rampant with all sorts of naughty and lascivious fantasies. Her breath began to quicken as she felt her core temperature sky rocket and her pussy begin to water the wooden seat beneath her. Would that thing ever fit in her? God! It looked like it would tear her in two. It must be at least 8 inches long and he wasn't even hard.

James looked at Rachel as a myriad of emotions ran over her face....awe, shock, disbelief, hunger, and lust. He could smell the deep cedar musk of her arousal; he was practically drowning in her scent it was so strong. His cock immediately began to stiffen and harden as his arousal came full circle. Before he knew it his cock had grown to its full length of twelve inches. It bounced with anticipation and began to drip copious amounts of precum all over the pine needles and moss. He wanted to do something with it immediately, but he had to focus his mind on more important matters. He began to feel his bones crack as they shifted and allowed the change to come over him. He had long gotten used to the mild discomfort that came with shifting. When it was all said and done there was a massive midnight black wolf with amber green eyes that stood four feet to the head staring back at Rachel's now ashen glare.

Rachel could not believe it. One moment she is creaming over James's cock, devising all sorts of schemes to get that massive staff of manhood shoved into her dripping cunt, and the next she is sitting before a gorgeous black wolf that was twice as large as the largest timber wolf she had ever known to be in existence. She wanted to scream, to run, but her body would not run would not operate. Her body had fucking struck on her and management was out to lunch with no sign of returning. She looked incredulously at the massive beast now standing a few feet away from her waiting patiently for her to make the first move.

"James?"

The black wolf yipped and began to wag its tail like an overgrown puppy. The wolf lowered himself to his belly and crept forward in abject subjugation until his muzzle rested at her feet.

"James? Is that you?"

Yes. It's me!

"Who said that?"

I said that!

"Where are you?"

Right in front of you Rachel, I'm transmitting my thoughts to you.

"Seriously, who said that?"

I did! The voice said with an edge of impatience,

"Who?"

ME!!!

She looked at the wolf and with a giggle she winked at him to know she was only playing with him now.

Fuck! I should have seen that one coming.

"Now, now baby. Language sweetheart! What would the children say?"

They would say to take mommy to bed and fuck her into submission until she learns her place.

"Promises, promises big boy. You haven't tamed me yet."

The wolf now sat on his haunches and placed his muzzle to her panties. The annoying piece of fabric that had protected her maidenhood had become an obstacle to his desire. Before Rachel could even form the objection in her mind, James reached out with his teeth and tore he panties right off her hips.

"Hey! I liked that pair wolf-boy!"

I'll buy you all the panties you want. They were keeping me from my prize.

"Prize? What..."

Before Rachel could finish James had moved closer and shoved his muzzle right into her sex. With his long, wolfish tongue he began to feast upon her womanly delights. She was heavenly! She tasted like...like...well fuck...he couldn't place the flavor at this particular time and place...his brain had taken a back seat to his taste buds and the necessary mechanics of his tongue to bring her pleasure.

"Oh SHIT! God fucking damn it! Don't....don't ...st..stop"

Rachel lost all the necessary functions to utter coherent speech. She simply allowed the feelings of intense heat and lust rush over her in waves.

Fucking sneaky bastard!

I heard that!

"What?" Rachel suddenly asked between gasps of pleasurable shudders,

I said I heard that. Baby we are mates! We can talk telepathically. I can hear you and you can hear me. Just let yourself go and enjoy the pleasure and you can swear at me in your head all you want...okay?

Whatever you want sneaky bas..bas...oh fuck that feels fantastic! Baby! James! Don't you ever fucking stop loving my fuck hole, you hear me? This is incredible. Oh God! James. Eat me...devour me...fucking take me...love me and never fucking stop!

With that James growled in triumph and doubled his efforts in bringing his love pleasure. He shoved his tongue deep into her tunnel until it bumped into her virginity. With a slight cringe Rachel jumped a bit and squeaked in pain.

Sorry baby! I'm trying to be gentle. I won't break it now. I want it to be in a proper bed and at a proper time.

Thank you James! I love you!

I love you to baby!

James continued his assault upon her senses as he gently plunged his tongue into her sweltering fuck hole again and again. When his cold nose bumped into her clitoris Rachel lost it. She started grinding her sex hard against James mouth and mewling in pure heat. She was insatiable. She only wanted that sweet release, that little death that would relieve her of all this sweet torturous pressure that had been building in her. Without notice Rachel went off with a bang. She squirted her cream all over James muzzle and tongue, startling him enough to back up a foot. Rachel continued to squirt heavy streams of cum ejaculating from her urethra. James quickly launched himself back in with relish to retrieve the sweet offering of her spending. This forced Rachel to scream again as her orgasm was prolonged as James continued to lap and nuzzle her sex until she couldn't stand it anymore, shoving him away quickly.

Holy fuck baby! That was amazing! I didn't know you squirted. Oh God. I am going to have such fun bringing you off like that. That was unbelievable. I loved it!

I...I...holy fucking Gods in heaven, hell, wherever...I had no idea I could do that. James love. That was the best...best fucking orgasm I have ever had.

Better than the orgasms that little pocket rocket you bought last year brings you?

How do you know about that?!!

She could hear James chuckling in her head almost to the point of laughing hysterically. She looked at him quizzically to see the wolf smiling a wolfish grin and his tail wagging frantically. His eyes were full of mirth and mischief.

I have a confession baby. Your parents have been feeding me and my family information about you, your passions, your likes, dislikes...your...um...extracurricular activities for years now.

She could hear the wolf almost giggle.

It is part of the mating contract they entered into before we were born. They would supply my family information to help me learn about you and what makes you tick. Over the last two millennia mated families have learned to share close personal information with each other. It helps not only the potential mates, but it brings the mated families together, binding them one to the other. Don't be mad baby. They did it because they love you. They wanted me to be as prepared as possible when this time came. They love you and they love me. They know how crazy I am about you and they just want to see us happy.




Guardian Wolf Ch. 01



"Traitorous, turn coat bastards," she huffed.

She was trying to be mad at them but the twinkle in her eyes and the corners of her mouth betrayed her false anger and she fell into bouts of giggling laughter.

"I am not mad James! I know they only want what is best for me. And it looks and feels like that you are what is best." She beamed a wicked smile at him.

There was a brief moment of activity as James shifted back to his human form. A brief flash of fur and the crackling of bone and he was again as naked as the day he was born.

He sat quietly next to her not even bothering to put his pants back on. He simply held her tight and nuzzled her neck, licking and nibbling the side of her neck and up to her ear lobes. Rachel gasped as he gently probed her inner ear with his tongue.

"Like that?" he asked.

"Mmmmm," she purred, "I could definitely get used to this."

She stopped him after a couple of minutes before they both got carried away and decide to copulate right her on the forest floor.

"You never answered my original question. What is with the werewolf and shield? Seriously. We get off on some serious tangents with our conversation," she said this with a wicked lick and nip at his jaw which made him groan in lust.

Forcing his wolf and his manhood to settle back down, he forced his mind back to matters at hand. It wasn't dire information, but it would make the evening run much more smoothly. Besides, he didn't want to miss out on her birthday present and the night he had planned for them. Tonight would be their first night together if everything went right. He sighed and breathed for a moment to cool his jets then opened his eyes to look at those lovely jade pools of desire.

"God you don't make this easy on me. I could get lost in your eyes for days on end..."

She snapped her fingers to bring back his attention.

"Focus here Romeo! Maybe you should put your pants on so I'M not distracted by that anaconda lying in your lap."

James had to laugh at her comment; the only thing he could think of the moment was a line from one of his favorite comedians.

Squirrel Man!

Huh? Squirrel? What are you going on about?

Nothing baby...I'll explain it later.

He chuckled and quickly moved to recover his jeans and t-shirt as she readjusted herself and righted her jeans back over her now battered and sore pussy. The coarse feeling of the denim sans panties against her lips was an unusual feeling, but not uncomfortable. It simply reminded her of why she was missing panties and the incredible ride James's oral skills had sent her on. She shook her head to clear the erotic fog that threatened to engulf her mind again. God what this man did to her!

"Okay now that all of the tasty bits of our desires are now safely camouflaged once more we can continue our discourse of our oratory dissertation until completion."

God you are such a dork!

I know. But that makes you a dork by association.

She rolled her eyes at him, "get on with it!"

Yes my lady.

"The wolf and shield is my families crest...the Wolfe Clan. The werewolf is depicted in full battle form and the red background is for the blood and strength of our ancestors. You see over three thousand years ago there were five great people with many different clans...the elves, dwarves, humans, the vampires, and of course werewolves. The vampires and werewolves have been natural allies because of our affinity towards night and the moon. The humans, dwarves, and elves were also allies. Now you have to realize this is back when magic and superstition were still prevalent in the world. Humans still believed and lived among us supernatural creatures.

In 637 BC an elfin princess named Trinity from the Silver Leaf Coven was to wed a vampire prince named Dominion from the Crimson Fang brood. Just go with the names, they have changed over time; they don't mean what they used to. Anyway, the marriage was arranged by the fathers of both great houses and it was a political move. The families hoped to bridge the ever-growing rift between the two alliances that were held together by a shaky truce that was established in 723 BC. Before that time it was nothing but war and bloodshed between the different houses and factions. No one was getting along. So they decided if they couldn't ensure a peace through treaties, they would breed one. The hope was for a child to be sired between vampire and elf to help bridge a genetic gap that had devastated blood lines for the past six centuries.

So the wedding took place and Trinity was wed to Dominion. The marriage and the whole thing were doomed from the start. The two hated one another. They were furious at each other's parents and resented being used as pieces in a fucked up political game of chess. The two hated each other so much they stayed with their own people. They didn't even consummate their wedding night. The only reason the two finally sired a child is when Trinity came into heat. Dominion was literally drug to the bed chamber by four of his brothers. Trinity was on the bed tied and gagged screaming her bloody head off. But once Dominion got a whiff of her arousal, his dick took over and he was on her like white on rice. There was no love between them. It was quick and dirty fucking. He mounted her, broke through her hymen, and twenty seconds later he ejaculated. She didn't even get a chance to have an orgasm. It is said she vomited each time after he came in her, she was that disgusted with her situation. This went on for three agonizing weeks until the healers determined that Trinity was finally pregnant. Dominion was gone the next day until the night Trinity went into labor. Again he was dragged kicking and screaming into the birthing room. It was an agonizing 18 hour ordeal. Finally the baby crowned and was delivered. But the baby was dead, it was a still birth. The labor had nearly killed Trinity. She was sick with a fever for two weeks and then went into isolation with her family until she again came into heat. The stupid bastards were just going to keep on trying. They were that desperate for a hybrid heir.

Trinity had other plans though. She cursed Dominion and his evil seed; she cursed her family and their feelings of duty over family, their complete disregard for her well being. She was determined to end it all the first night of mating. Unknown to her maids Trinity had smuggled a silver dagger and a broad sword into the bed chamber. It was suspected an elfin lover supplied her with the weapons, but it was never proven. Finally on the night of mating Dominion again was dragged to mate with Trinity. Again once he got a whiff of her musk his little man took over and the big brain went bye-bye. The minute Dominion mounted Trinity and started thrusting she struck. She grabbed the silver blade from under her pillow and plunged it deep into Dominion's chest. She then took the broad sword and beheaded him; his hard cock still plunged deep in her cunt. She then grabbed the silver dagger from Dominion's chest and plunged it into her own. They were found an hour later when the healers came to ensure that Dominion had planted his seed. After that all hell broke loose.

The fathers of both families blamed each other. Other houses and clans refused to embrace this idea of breeding and the whole plan evaporated. No one is certain who struck first. Historians believe that the Crimson Fang brood had tired of peace and wanted revenge, but it could have easily been the Silver Leaf Coven. Long story short, houses and allies took sides and war broke out. The Blood Wars lasted 962 years and killed millions. It decimated every inch of soil on the planet. Whole economies and empires were ruined. By the end there had been so much death and chaos even the most blood thirsty and sanguine of the great houses could no longer stomach the carnage. They wanted peace. They wanted prosperity. But most of all they wanted an assurance that their genetic lines would last and this kind of shit would not happen again."

James took a breath and looked at Rachel to gauge her reaction.

You with me so far baby?

I think so. The whole thing sounds too fantastical...like something out of J.R. Tolkien.

You would be surprised how much of the Lord of the Rings is actually based on historical accounts and first-hand knowledge. J.R. was a brilliant writer and had a lot of friends from our world help with his writings. Anyway...I need to get back on topic. We need to finish up soon so we can make our party.

"Our party?" she asked intrigued.

"That's right baby. It's our coming out party," James said this with a gay flip of his hand. She rolled her eyes at him, "no serious it's called the Rites of Ascension. You see all werewolf men go through a final transformation the night of their 18th birthday and for the Alpha's it is the time when we first lay claim to our mates. I know what you are thinking...how can a body this gorgeous get any better looking? It's hard but I plan to pull it off. At least I won't be so fucking pale."

Actually I was thinking that. I think you're already scrumptious right now.

Thanks baby! That means a lot to me. It helps out my male ego and everything. But seriously, I won't look like quite a dork anymore; although my personality won't change so my inner dorkness will still be there. Trust me. You won't be disappointed.

He leaned over and gathered her lips into his own and carefully licked her lower lip. She felt a heat and tingle flow through her. But something was different. She felt the split in her lip fill up and mend and she felt the pain ebb and then it was gone. She looked questioningly at him as if he had pulled a rabbit out of his butt.

"Werewolf saliva has medicinal properties. It also works great as a mild sedative. Relaxes and calms our mates when they are stressed. I've heard a thorough cleaning can be quite sensual and enjoyable. I plan to lick and nibble every edible inch on your delectable body until you scream,"

James said this last part with a lascivious look in his eyes. His emerald green orbs caused her body to flush and all the blood rush to her sex in anticipation of penetration.

"If we don't fuck soon I am going to scream!" Rachel said with a lustful moan.

"We will babe. Tonight! But I have a few special surprises in store for your birthday. I want to make our first time together special and your first birthday with me unforgettable," James said.

"Is there anything about the clans or the blood war that I should know before we head to the party?" she asked.

"Oh Yeah! Just a little bit more and then we can get going. So in 325 AD Emperor Charlemagne held the first Council of Nicaea in Bithynia, Turkey. A delegation from each race was chosen and sent. It was decided that an everlasting peace was not only wanted but it was dire to the continuation of all the species involved. They decided that there would not be intermingling of blood among the supernatural races. It was discovered that the supernatural races don't mix well together; much later it was confirmed through genetics. There are too many recessive genes to make mating between an elf and vampire or werewolf and vampire, etc. work. Births would most likely end in death or disfigurement. The genes that make each race unique and give us our powers also disqualifies for interbreeding. Anyway, back to Nicaea. The only race that would guarantee a successful mating was the human race. The human race has no super powers and they share certain traits with all four of the supernatural realms. So the three Fates, you'll meet them tonight, way cool by the way, determined that the Alpha blood lines from each major house would mate with a particular line of humans. Tattoos and identifiable marks for each house and species would be placed on the Alphas and their mates to help identify and find one another. It was up to the clan to protect the mates from harm.

Finally the Fates placed magical and sacred barriers on each mate's sexuality. A female mate would be barren to any other than her mate. This would keep illegitimate births and disputes to bloodlines in power from happening. Secondly, it would help keep mates pure for each other. A male cannot maintain an erection and a female cannot get aroused. Did you ever start to feel queasy or have a stomach ache when you started to kiss or anything with your...ugh...'boyfriends'?" James nearly gagged this last sentence out.

Are you jealous my love?

You have no fucking idea how jealous I was seeing you with that prick Jayden. Each time I saw him touch you I wanted to remove certain parts of his anatomy that would disqualify him from procreating.

That's kind of sweet in a totally possessive, psychopathic kind of way.

James chuckled at this. Rachel's sense of humor drove him round the fucking bend. She was sarcastic, quick witted, and had a sharp of tongue. She was not afraid to get down and nasty in her humor...everything about her made him want to lock her away in his bedroom for days on end and do wholly carnal and unspeakable things to her.

So why don't you?

Huh?! Whoops. Let my imagination run wild again. God you make me hard!

Rachel reached and grabbed a hold of her man's cock and started to stroke him gently through his jeans.

"You like that baby? You like when I stroke your massive cock for you? You want to take that massive fuck stick and plunge it deep into my tiny fuck hole until I scream and cum all over you, don't you?" Rachel cooed.

"Yesss!" James hissed.

He was quickly losing control. He was so fucking horny he was on the verge of taking her right there. She felt the struggle for control well up in him. She couldn't help but tease him some more. She shifted and bent over the bench presenting her ass to him. The vision alone was driving him mad, not to mention the smell of her arousal sent his wolf through the fucking roof.

"Is this what you want baby? You want to take me like your bitch in heat and make me submit to you like a good submissive bitch don't you big boy? Want to claim my steaming hot cunt for your own, empty your baby batter into my womb, make me fat and pregnant with your babies...is that what you want sweetie?"

Her voice was like gold dipped in honey. But it was the mention of her pregnant with his pups that broke his resolve. He lunged at her knocking her to the ground in a giggling mess of limbs. He straddled her body and forced her arms above her head. He lowered his mouth and nipped at her until she presented her throat to him.

God woman you drive me insane! Do you know what the thought of you pregnant with my pups, your beautiful tits laden with milk does to me? You don't, do you? Well I'll tell you.

He grabbed her hand and shoved it on his crotch. He was hard as steel. His trouser snake was shoved deeply down his pant leg. The denim was causing a painful confinement that was driving him to the point where he didn't care about tonight. He wanted her NOW!

"Oh. Baby! I'm sorry...look what I've done to you. Oh you must be in pain. Let me relieve this for you. Let momma please suck and gobble for fuck stick. Let momma guzzle all that wonderful fuck cream from your massive staff."

James growled low and pulled her to her knees. She practically ripped his jeans down his legs. His cock sprang so quickly it nearly knocked her back. She looked at her new favorite toy with a mischievous glare. She grabbed a hold of him and started stroking him with both hands. His body started to quiver with a sexual tension he had never felt before. Massive amounts of precum started oozing out of his slit. Rachel dove down to retrieve the tasty treat James was offering. She sampled his precum and found it delicious. Something about the taste was just so masculine...a mixture of musk and something that can only be described as James...she needed more. She threw in the towel and dove down his cock like a seasoned whore. She didn't know how she was able to do it, but she managed to down his cock down her throat without gagging. James's eyes rolled back into his head.

Oh my fucking goddess! Luna! How the fuck are you able to do this? You haven't done this before.

I don't know. It tastes so good baby. The smell alone is making me so wet baby. I think I could come just from sucking your cock...oh gods...it tastes so fucking good. Baby I'm having a hard time not mounting you right now. I'm so wet for you. See?

Somewhere between tearing his clothes off and stuffing his hog down her throat Rachel had dexterously unbuttoned and removed her jeans and was now furiously masturbating like a woman possessed while she gobbled his knob like her favorite lollie pop.

Oh fuck! Rachel! Sweetie...I'm too fucking close! If you don't want my cream you better move. I'm going to fucking blow. OH FUCK!

James went off like a fucking roman candle. He had never known an orgasm like the one Rachel was now giving him. He felt like he was dumping a gallon of cum down her throat and she was swallowing like a pro. She acted like it was the sweetest, most delectable essence on this planet. Rachel was swallowing as fast as he was able to spew and he was coming...A LOT! Suddenly Rachel started to twitch and shake as her orgasm took over. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she let go of her release. My God! It felt like she was peeing on him. As perverse as it sounded it excited him more, James managed to find one more shot in the empty barrel of his sperm cannon and deposit it deep into Rachel's throat. Her orgasm had her quaking and shivering like a leaf. She released his cock from her throat and just continued to shake like she was having a seizure.

"Oh God!" she gasped.

James was suddenly so drained and tired he just needed to lie down.

He lifted her up and gave her a toe tingling kiss to end all kisses (at least to this stage in their infant relationship). She was moaning and gasping for air. They passed remnants of his cum back and forth. James discovered he didn't mind the taste. They were equal partners in everything. They would share everything...even each other. Finally he released her and she sucked in a lung full of air. She dreamily looked at the man she would spend eternity with and wanted to voice her love but couldn't find the words. So she simply thought.

Did anyone get the number of that bus that hit me? Could you call the driver and have the motherfucker circle around the block?

James broke down laughing. He had tears in his eyes by the end of it. She simply looked at him with the most dreamy, goofy smile on her face and giggled.

"I love you Rachel!"

"I love you James! More than you'll ever know!"

"Oh. I'll know! You're stuck with me whether you like it or not. I can't get you out of my head," he snorted. He had to laugh at his own little joke.

"Dork," she quipped with a yawn.

James quickly shifted into his wolf form and lay down in a patch of soft grass just outside the circle.

Come here baby! Let's take a nap before we head to my house. You're parents and everyone else will be there about six. I think we both need to recharge our batteries so we don't crash tonight. I plan on keeping you up for quite a while tonight. Come snuggle up to me. I'm warm and comfy, just like a furry pillow.

She happily crawled over to her wolf lover...forgetting to even think about modesty and the lack of clothes. She quietly snuggled up to him and closed her eyes. For the first time in her life she felt absolutely at peace. No fears. No worries. Only contentment. She had found her mate...the love of her universe...her life.

I love you James.

I love you baby! So much Rachel! I'm the luckiest immortal on the planet!




Guardian Wolf Ch. 01



Flattery will get you everywhere.

I hope so sweetie...because I plan on being everywhere on your body.

Mmmmm....sounds good baby!

Sweet dreams!

You too!

With that the two lovers slipped happily into unconscious oblivion with dreams of a life filled with love and contentment.



Guardian Wolf Ch. 02



Author's note: This story is a complete work of fiction. Any reference to any actual place or location is purely coincidental, references to anyone living or dead is used in a fictional or literary manner only. I would like to thank everyone who left comments and voted for the first chapter; the warm reception is most gratifying. I would personally like to thank an anonymous user known only as 'Kathy'; and no, I do not take offense. She pointed out a historical error in the story. The council of Nicaea was called by Constantine, not Charlemagne; he came nearly 500 years after Constantine. If you see any more errors of note, please let me know; I appreciate everyone who helps improve my writing. Again...this story comes from the deranged depths of my fractured psyche. Please do not take offense at anything written below, it is simply the ramblings of a crazy person. I tried to personally make the dialogue as if I were truly speaking, modeling after some of my own speech patterns. So if some of the speech seems just a little too weird or goofy, it's just me shining through. Also of note, anything in italics is usually being thought between characters.

WARNING: some of the sex is WAY, WAY over the top and the language is quite extreme for some. There is no SM or any weird fetish...at least I don' think so; you be the judge. But the sex can go far beyond simple love making. My style of writing is often outlandish and uninhibited; those who are offended by my often crude style of writing may wish to seek out another story. For those offended by my language, I do apologize. Frankly...Rachel in these stories will come across as down right slutty. I do this because she is accepting James as her mate and protector; she is free to let go of her fears and inhibitions and just be in the now. It comes out as raw sexual emotion. That is what sex can be ...there is still love and respect between my characters...but sex can also mean wild abandonment and losing themselves in the moment.

I plan to further explore some of my own secret desires as our characters come into their own maturity and take on responsibilities that are beyond your normal eighteen year old teenagers. These characters are supernatural and extraordinary, mature far beyond their years...I want their experiences to reflect this. The life of fantasy is beyond human inhibitions and constraints, one must look past the tunnel of human perception to seek a much larger horizon.

Thank you...Despair Eternity

Chapter 5 - Rites of Ascension

October 3rd, 2006

Rachel awoke to the warmth of the fall sun grasping at the last days of an Indian summer. She could not remember a more relaxing or recuperative sleep. She had always feared the shadows and the unknown secrets of the darkness. She had actually slept with a small night light at the foot of her bed until only recently; a small sliver of light that would help keep the invisible monsters at bay; it was a safety net for her own unfounded insecurities.

She stretched languidly as she wallowed in the warmth that now wrapped around her like a cocoon. Rachel was broken of her day dreaming when a low rumble emanated from the furry pillow beneath her. James lifted her to a sitting position as he lazily stood in wolf form and stretched in a long, drawn out canine fashion. He yawned loud and Rachel could not help but giggle at the situation. James sat back on his haunches and eyed her curiously.

Something amuse you sweetheart?

"You just look so adorable, like a large dog after a particularly good nap," she said with a silly grin pasted on her face.

It was the best nap I have ever had and I look forward to many more with you by my side.

Rachel blushed furiously at this comment as it flittered through her mind. His comment forced her to think back on the reason for their afternoon reprieve and she blushed even more, the color rushing all the way to her ears.

That is adorable how red you get when you are embarrassed. But you should know I feel no embarrassment and neither should you. Our actions were merely a physical manifestation for our bond that runs soul deep.

"Do you always wax so poetic? Or does an earth shattering orgasm just get your creative juices flowing?" she said with another half smile.

Hmm...don't know. I believe many more experiments must be performed before a satisfactory conclusion may be reached on the subject. You up for some serious test tube related tumbles? All in the name of science, of course!

"And just when I thought you were getting sexy, your inner dork has to rear his goofy, Vulcan eared head," she teased.

Hey! We Dorks may not be at the top of the social food chain, but I can damn sure testify that we are better lovers. I plan to make love to you so much, so often you will be reduced to a pile of warm, orgasmic jelly!

"Promises, promises Skippy!" she said with another giggle.

Besides you have no room to talk missy. You forget about my superior intelligence sources. I know all your deep, dark...or should I say DORK secrets. Like an extensive and quite impressive anime collection that you keep squirreled away in that hope chest at the foot of your bed so your bubble brained 'girlfriends' don't discover your geekier side.

"Damn it! What else have my parents blabbed about me? This is no fair that you know everything about me and I know virtually nothing about you...well...almost nothing. You do have the most gorgeous and delicious cock my dark, perverted mind could ever conjure," Rachel said as she licked her tongue slowly over her lips tempting James into action.

"Do we have time for some more...um...experiments?" she asked with a wicked grin on her face.

Damn woman! Even if you don't know me, you sure as hell know where and how to press all my buttons. Speaking of which...what time is it?

Rachel quickly collected her pants from the forgotten pile of clothing next to the oak tree and bench. She managed to squeeze her butt back into the pants as she fished her cell phone from her side pocket.

"It's almost 5:30. Didn't you say this little shindig of yours was starting at six?"

Fuck me!

"Is that a request?" she asked giggling.

Seriously! We are going to be late. The compound is almost two miles from here and we still have to get cleaned up and ready for the party! Um...we're going to have to improvise. Do you see a small knot in the oak behind the bench? Take my wallet and cell phone out and toss my clothes in there please. I'll have to come back for them later.

"You're going to strut into the house naked? This I have to see." Rachel could not help it; this was too delicious a conversation.

Baby, as much as I love where your mind is now situated, you need to pull your head out of the gutter for just long enough so I can get you home. Otherwise we will never get out of the forest and I will take you in a way I know you won't be comfortable with. Now put my phone and wallet in your pocket please. We're going to take the express bus home.

"Huh?"

You trust me right?

Rachel nodded even though she was now completely lost at sea.

Climb on my back and hold on for dear life. I'm going to be breaking some land speed records getting back to the compound in time.

James trotted over to Rachel and shoved his muzzle into her hand and licked it quickly before he lowered himself to his belly to let her on his back.

Hop on! And hang on tight! Just try to keep your hands from around my throat. I don't want both of us going down and taking the chance of getting you hurt.

Rachel slid onto the offered back of the large wolf and buried her head in his pelt as she steadied herself with her thighs and locked her arms securely in his fur beneath his throat. Before she could voice her concern about this whole operation and the lunacy of what they were about to do, James was off like a shot. James was not kidding when he said they were going to be moving fast. The forest flew past them and before she knew it they were breaking from the tree line and entered a valley clearing beneath a large hill. James increased his speed as she strengthened her grip on his chest and dug her thighs deeper into his sides. They crested the hill in nothing flat and raced towards a large walled compound with massive iron gates.

One of the guards on duty noticed the black wolf and rider as they sped towards the compound. Luckily for James the guard was family and recognized his cousin long before they reached the perimeter. He opened the gate and James broke through without even slowing down. They came to a halt not five minutes from leaving the clearing. Without a word, James nudged her through the front door, following closely. The front foyer of the Wolfe mansion was large and spacious but quite tasteful in decoration. The Wolfe's did not believe in flaunting their wealth before others. People knew who they were and what they represented, no need to rub it in their faces.

A young woman came to the front and without a word James issued a command with a low growl and a yip.

This is Katy. She'll take you to your room where you can shower and get into a fresh change of clothes your parents brought for tonight. Once you are out of the shower there will be others to help you with your hair and make-up. Don't argue with them, just let them help you. They are happy to do it. Get going. I'll meet you back down her in twenty-five minutes. Hustle your butt!

Before Rachel had could protest, James nudged her butt with his muzzle and bit her rump gently with his teeth. Katy just laughed and grabbed Rachel as they sped upstairs to the bathroom. Rachel was too shocked after getting her ass bit to vocalize a complaint. She simply allowed her body to follow the arm that was now tugging her up the stairs and followed her feet when Katy pushed her into a large room on the left and shut the door with a resounding thud. Satisfied that Rachel was in good hands he raced upstairs to his own room and shower to get ready for the ceremony.

Katy was helping Rachel undress quickly and guided her into the bathroom and the oversized shower that could fit four people easily. She pressed a few buttons on the computerized console next to the shower setting the temperature at a steamy 99°. She was shoved into the shower without further ado when a pair of hands grabbed the soap and started to lather her body and hair, letting the suds build up. Rachel was turned around and led under the warm stream of water to wash the soap and grime from her body. When she could see again, she opened her eyes to a nude copy of Katy. Her hair was a gorgeous blonde like honey with large breasts and a downy patch of love covering her sex. Rachel was confused...she hadn't seen Katy disrobe with her. Sensing her confusion, the nude newcomer spoke up.

"I'm Katy's twin sister Abby. It's nice to meet you finally Rachel. James has told us...and everyone else who would listen to him...about you. We are so excited to welcome you into the family. We are Marcus's older sisters. Do you know Marcus?"

Rachel simply nodded. She did remember another male sitting next to James earlier today when their argument drew her,and everyone else's attention, to the pair. She instinctively deduced that this was Marcus and assumed that he was Were as well and somehow related to James.

"Okay. Time to dry off sweetie! Katy is everything ready and laid out for us? We're coming out." Abby yelled to her sister in the other room.

"Yeah everything is setup and we're ready for our victim...I mean mistress." Katy said with a giggle.

Abby rolled her eyes at her sister's comment and whispered in Rachel's ear, "Ignore my sister. She is a bit of an airhead and a space cadet. It seems I was the only one that got any brains."

"Hey! I heard that sis. Super hearing, remember? Your ass is grass later tonight girly" Katy spat.

Rachel was suddenly worried about Abby's safety.

"She isn't really going to hurt you, is she?" Rachel asked with real concern in her voice.

Abby just laughed. "No. Our idea of 'punishment' is to see who can bring each other the most orgasms with our favorite dildo tonight after everyone has gone to bed. She is just blowing smoke up your ass. She hasn't been able to beat me yet. We have been playing with each other for years to take the sexual edge off each other until we are properly mated."

There is always a first sister dear!

Abby heard in her head and smiled. They have always been able to communicate telepathically since they were toddlers. It is a rare gift that twins only share and they had used it often to get into all sorts of mischief.

You know you say that every time, don't you Katy?

Yeah. But I have been playing too nice with you lately; you are starting to forget your place you little slut. I have a new dildo for us to break in and I think your tiny little asshole needs to see the first test run.

Okay baby! But remember, turnabout is fair play. I'm going to ream your own tiny little asshole until you can't sit down comfortably.

The girls continued to banter at each other playfully in their heads, while Abby finished toweling off Rachel and steered her into the other room. The twins had discovered early on in their sexual explorations that they had a little fetish for anal play. The whole idea of taking it up the ass was extremely dirty and naughty and turned the pair on immensely. The men they would eventually mate with were in for many pleasant surprises.

Katy was sitting there with a full array of makeup and accessories to put up Rachel's hair. Katy decided to go simple in elegant with the time constraints and simply helped Rachel's naturally girly hair into ringlets with frizzing. Abby did her magic on her makeup. Rachel was one that seemed not to need much makeup. Just some eye shadow, a little powder, and some lip stick. The girls made quick work of Rachel's hair and makeup and then pointed her to a gorgeous silver evening dress that was practically sinful.

"Isn't it gorgeous?!" Katy beamed.

"It's elfin silk. They make the best dresses in this world or the supernatural. Saks has nothing on this quality. The material is so light and it conforms naturally to the wearer's body. You will love it. It will fit practically like a second skin. James had it order months ago with the help of your parents. He must really love you. Elfin goods are not easy to come by sometimes. There is so much demand there is something like a two year backorder. His father and yours must have called in a favor. Gods! I hope my mate shows me that much love and devotion when I meet him."

"You guys aren't marked like me and James? I thought everyone would have a tattoo and at least one party would know of the other one." Rachel asked this with true curiosity.

"Oh! No! Only the direct alpha bloodline is marked with the sacred markings. Our mates are out there somewhere. We will find them, I'm sure of it in my heart. Our wolves will know each other when we meet. Only the alpha line breeds with the human guilds. The betas and the lower orders always find mates within their own packs or within other clans. It's just the way the Fates have set things up. It is meant to help strengthen inner clan ties and relationships. Even in romance there is always some politics. Believe it or not it has avoided some serious feuds and arguments. The love and happiness of your children should always out-weigh simple pride or jealousy. No offense to you and the Alpha, but sometimes the leaders let their positions and egos blind them to what really is best for everyone." Abby said as she finished placing some small touch up on Rachel's makeup.

"Time's a tickin' kids," Katy said, "we need to get our future madam Alpha downstairs to James in the next five minutes."

Rachel was full of questions that she wanted answered. She never liked being left without answers but she didn't want to keep James waiting. This night was supposedly very important to him...to both of them. She couldn't help but feel a certain excitement and pride as she was helped into the gorgeous dress. The twins were right. The silk fit her like a dream and it felt so soft against her naked body. The girls said underwear was not necessary as she wouldn't be staying in the dress for long. When Rachel tried to ask what that meant, the girls just glanced at each other and giggled.

"Oh! You'll see!" they giggled in chorus.

"What about shoes?" Rachel asked.

"Nah! You won't need them. James has a big surprise for you later tonight and you won't be needing them until later." Abby said with another giggle.

Without further comment or question, Rachel was whisked down the stairs to find James waiting patiently in the foyer. When Rachel reached the foot of the stairs, James rose quickly to greet her. She was confused to find James was only in a bathrobe, like he had stepped right out of the shower. She was a little put out to think that she had dolled herself up for him, but he had the nerve to be dress so casually.

Nice duds! She thought with only a lot of sarcasm.

James could only smile, "I will be transforming into werewolf in a few minutes. Clothes seemed superfluous and I have already ruined more than one outfit because of it. I must say the twins did exceptional work. You look absolutely ravishing. And I intend on doing just that later on tonight baby. You like the dress?"

"I absolutely adore the dress. It fits perfectly James. I don't know quite what to say. It really means a lot to me that you went through so much trouble to get this. The twins told me there is quite a waiting list for elfin fashion." Rachel said.

"Our dads called in a couple of small favors to the Golden River Coven that makes the clothing. They are old friends with one of the elfin managers there. We gave him some great deals on a line of our electronics a couple of years back at less than cost in anticipation of tonight. He was more than willing to do this for us. His name is Night Wind. You will meet him in a few months. He sends us his congratulations and his regards." James said matter-of-factly.

There was a sudden flash of blinding blue light and a loud crash that sounded like thunder. There was a knock at the door and then the door was swung open as three very elderly, but extremely lively and happy ladies glided in noisily.

"We're heeerrrrre!" screamed Lacey.

James just grinned and shook his head. He offered his hand to Rachel which she firmly clasped. He gently guided her over to introduce her to the recent arrivals.

"Rachel may I introduce the three Fates." James said with no small sense of pride and love.

He turned to the shortest of the three who was beaming with a large toothy grin from ear to ear.

"This is Atropos. We all call her Grandma Atty for short."

Atty turned to greet Rachel and embraced her like a long lost daughter. "It is great to see you again finally dear. We have been watching you mature over the years. I dare say you are lovelier than we predicted. James should count his blessings you are mated to him. You are everything he has ever wanted in a mate." Rachel blushed heavily at this comment.

"It's nice to meet you Grandma Atty. I hope to get to know you better."

"Oh you will dearie, you will. But time is short. On with the introductions!"'

James turned to the next and said, "This is Clotho. Better known as Grandma Chloe."

The round woman turned gracefully to embrace Rachel in a strong embrace, belying her years. "Love it is so good to see you again! I can't tell you how happy I am to see you with James at last. You two are going to do great things for this clan, I can see it! By the way, has James mentioned the twins yet?"




Guardian Wolf Ch. 02



Rachel's eyes widened considerably and spun on James to see him gesturing to Chloe with his hand to cut that last comment. He noticed he was busted but still tried to play it off by coughing and running his guilty hand through his long hair. He had to turn his eyes away from her as his face turned almost burgundy.

"No. We haven't gotten that far in our conversations...yet! It is great to meet you. I hope we can talk some more and maybe you can fill in some of the gaps James has failed to fill in."

Chloe turned a critical eye on James. "James Arthur Wolfe. Have you been keeping secrets from her? How come she knows so little? You have had weeks and weeks to fill her in on these things."

James couldn't bring his eyes to meet her glare. He offered a pathetic reply and apology, "I know granny. It's my fault. I chickened out until today and only after Marcus nearly dragged me to it. My shyness got the better of me."

Rachel had to giggle at this. The James Wolfe she had known today had been anything but shy. He had been confident and damn well straight forward with her.

A voice was heard behind the other Fates, "you better hope she doesn't kick the crap out you after you complete the Rites." Lacey turned and bullied her way to the head of the group.

"Hi sweetie. I'm Lachesis. But you may call me Grandma Lacey. I know James is really book smart and a damn near genius in his own right, but sometimes he is dumber that a box of shit when it comes to social interaction."

Rachel broke up in a fit of laughter at James's expense as she watched him hide his face completely in his long hair to cover further embarrassment. She liked all three of the elderly women, but she loved Lacey immediately. She had a personality that was very much akin to her own.

Lacey suddenly lowered her head so no one else could hear, "You have seen his cock already dear, haven't you? Be warned. You are in for the fucking of your life tonight. James has the stamina of an ox and in werewolf form...well...let's just hope all those gymnastic lessons and flexibility come in handy."

It was Rachel's turn for embarrassment. She had to hide her head as the blood had a hard time deciding which direction to take...fill her face...or fill her pussy. It seems her pussy won out. She could feel the moistness start and felt a small string of arousal start the long journey down the inside of her thigh. Fuck! She forgot she didn't have panties on!

"Lacey! What are you telling her now? Don't embarrass or scare the poor dear. This is as much her celebration as it is James." Atty rebuked gently.

James suddenly sniffed the air and turned to catch Rachel's eyes. She was on the verge of tears she was so embarrassed. He quickly wrapped his arms around her and cradled her gently as he covertly placed a finger between her thighs to catch the creamy river of arousal that was trying to make itself known to everyone around them. He brought the finger coated in her delicious honey to his mouth and sucked it lewdly. Rachel shuddered in sudden heat as she felt his touch on her bare skin. He wasn't helping her at all, in fact he was making in much, much worse. She reached up to capture his lips in a scorching kiss that left both of them breathless and their audience in mild shock. If she was going to be embarrassed and aroused, she was taking him along for the ride. Instantly she felt the front of his robe rise as his member made itself known to anyone who cared to notice.

"Um! I think it's time to get this ceremony started before these two get completely out of hand and start rutting right here in front of us." Lacey said with a laugh.

"Lacey!" Atty and Chloe screamed in chorus.

Atty just sighed, "Can't help it now. Come on you two. James try and control that damn thing. You might scare the younglings with that beast." She tried to hide a smile of her own from her sisters and failed miserably. The other two just looked at each other and snickered.

Rachel finally released James to gather some much needed oxygen. She turned around abruptly and grabbed a hold of her favorite toy and led James to the next room like a puppy on a string. James had no choice but to follow like a good boy. At least Rachel was trying to be discrete and hide him from the others. Once they were in the center of the family room and they were inside a large ornate circle inlaid into the fine oak flooring, the Fates ushered in the rest of the immediate family. Rachel could see her parents come in. They offered her a quick wave which she returned with her free hand. There was no way she was letting go of James or his manhood at the moment. She had something planned for him.

Atty noticed the position of Rachel's hand and quietly whispered in her ear, "Rachel dear. If you value that lovely elfin gown, I would suggest you take it off. I notice how primed James and his...er....pump is. Take it from someone with millennia of experience sweetie. You can't get werewolf cum out of silk, elfin or otherwise. There isn't a cleanser in this world or any other that will get it out. Trust me I've looked. Believe me. No one here, including your parents, is a stranger to nudity. They will not look down on you if you are naked; in fact, things will actually go much easier for both of you. Sexual release during the Rites is actually encouraged between mates. It will only help in deepening your bond. Trust him love. Trust yourself. Let yourself go."

Rachel slowly turned and looked at James and got lost in his eyes. This was their moment and to them, there was no one else in that room but each other. Rachel slowly released her hold on James's cock and removed her dress to reveal the creamy skin and near raven locks that fell down her back like a waterfall. The dress crumpled to the ground and was quickly removed by an unseen hand. She moved and slowly removed the robe from James's broad shoulders. They would not, could not hide from each other. Theirs was a bond that was deeper than skin...deeper than muscle, sinew, and bone. Theirs was a bond that was soul deep; their souls were bound together with the thread of eternity. The two lovers looked upon each other with eyes only for the other. No one else mattered at this moment. As the two gazed continually at each other, the Fates began the ceremony. They circled themselves around the lovers, briefly breaking the view from family and friends. As always, Atty was mouthpiece while the others were thrown into a trance to channel their energies into the ceremony.

"As was prophesied 18 years past, the lovers have found each other anew. Let Mother Luna see and bear witness during this night, the night of Ascension. Upon this night these two are officially bound to each other. They will forsake all others and will help and support each other in all things. This night we release the physical bonds placed on James. Let his true form be known to all that seek it. Let his true self be known to all that know him. Let him take his mate as he was destined to and let their love be a beacon to the entire clan. The Alpha apparent has found his mate. Now let our Alpha guide his mate to find her true self, her inner wolf. She is hidden deep within Rachel. It is time to find her and release her. It is time for both of you to accept the change."

With these last words uttered. Rachel and James began to feel an overwhelming burning in their loins. Their tattoos began to shine brightly. James and Rachel instinctively brought their hands to each other's sex and began to pleasure each other. Rachel grabbed and began to stroke James vigorously as James buried two fingers in her dripping snatch and guided his thumb to stroke against her clitoris; their moans were lost in a low hum as the sacred circle began to glow and emit a column of light that engulfed the pair. This light was concentrated moon light gathered and stored from each full moon, kept within the seal of sacred markings engraved in the circle and used to bring about the final change. James immediately felt its effects as he shifted to his full werewolf size. His black form was massive. His already impressive 6'7" was exaggerated to an overwhelming 9'5". James had to bend his knees a little to keep in contact with Rachel's sex. His muscles bulged and enlarged as he felt the light of Luna wash over him.

Rachel felt the fingers buried within her pussy begin to lengthen and gather fur; she thought she should feel terrified, but the thought of his talons gently massaging her tight channel excited her as his massive thumb strummed her love button like a well tuned guitar. She was further amazed as she watched James's cock lengthen and enlarge. He was positively massive. Her tiny hand could not fully encompass his girth. She brought her second hand to aid its companion in pleasure as she increased the length of her strokes. James began to buck and move his hips as he fucked her hands. They both began to pant and moan in unison as they felt the effect of their orgasms begin.

They moved at a blinding speed. James was thrashing and hammering his fingers inside Rachel as she fucked his hand, his talons never breaking the seal of her innocence as they were loss in pleasure. Rachel's hands moved in a blur as she tried to bring her lover his release as she sought her own. She relished the sheer heady feeling as James used her hands for his own pleasure, burying his cock in her hands again and again. Her fingers mimicking her own vaginal walls as his sticky precum oozed and coated her hands. James gave one last massive thrust and with a howl of complete lust he released. Copious amounts of seminal fluid began to coat her hands; the succeeding thrusts sent strong streams of lust to coat and paint her breasts and stomach. As his orgasm crested, James lowered his massive frame and sank his fangs deep in Rachel's flesh between her throat and left shoulder.

The mixture of pain and lust sent Rachel careening over the edge of the most mind blowing orgasm she could ever imagine. Her love began to spray out of her pussy, coating James's legs, his feet, and the floor beneath. Fireworks and explosions were assaulting her visual cortex, the visions she was seeing were so intense and moving so fast her conscious mind could not comprehend the blur of images that were now racing through her mind like a movie in fast forward. Her poor mind could take no more and she sank to her knees, her grip still securely wrapped around her lover's cock. The directed stream continued to paint Rachel on her face, eyes, cheek; stream after stream blasted from an infinite reservoir within the massive sack of her beastly lover. Her senses could no longer catalog these new sensations as the musky sent of James and the feeling of hot love splash over her skin interrupted her nervous system and sent her blacking out in orgasmic bliss.

As Rachel fell over backwards, James was forced to his knees, the last remnants of an orgasm so strong it removed every ounce of his soul on to his lover. He gasped a final groan of ecstasy and collapsed naked and breathing heavily next to his mate. His last conscious act was to gather his Rachel into his arms as his human form returned. He gathered her into his massive chest and cuddled her unconscious form. The combined fluids of their lust coating him; he nestled her lovingly in the warmth of his body. Both were quickly sound asleep breathing normally with no concern as to the audience that continued to look on at the sleeping pair covered in their own lust.

"For Luna's sake! Someone grab a blanket to cover them at least," Robert said as he found his voice.

Maggie rushed to grab a large blanket and draped it over the lovers. Her heart went out to James and her new daughter as her eyes took in the horrendous mess these two had created between them. Good Gods! To think so much came out of her own son. She knew he was big, but hell! It is a good thing Rachel was not in heat, she would be pregnant for sure; even without penetration, the sheer volume of baby batter could have impregnated a whole platoon of Rachel's. Maggie patted herself on the back for removing Rachel's dress before the ceremony. The thing would have been nothing more than an expensive rag after such a display of lust. She just shook her head and laughed silently as she eyed the sticky pair, asleep and in love, oblivious to the puddles in which they slept.

She left herself a mental note to give that blanket a thorough scrubbing after tonight. The omega's who kept this room spotless would be less than pleased with the mixture of sexual fluids now coating and drying beneath them. Let them sleep a while. They deserved it. She smiled a wicked grin at her husband with a mixture of lust and mischief in her eyes. Robert gave her a knowing smile. If James and Rachel were anything like they were, they were in for a long, long night. They would need their energy.

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The parents left their children in peace as they made their way outside to the backyard. The guys checked the barbeque and the large amounts of meat now smoking inside the massive chambers filled with hickory and charcoal. It took a lot of food to keep a hungry pack fed at one of these parties. Robert and Brian always insisted on barbequing their own meat instead of deferring their secrets to another. They had their own way of doing things and they trusted no one but themselves to get it right. The women busied themselves with the assorted salads and breads they would serve. The rule was simple among the pack; everyone bring something to share. It was a simple potluck style meal. After years of eating together, members of the pack had naturally become accustomed to their assignments and anticipated what they were to bring and how much was needed to feed everyone. One thing was for sure, no one ever went away hungry from one of their parties. More than not, most would be content to head back home content and stuffed for the next day. Any leftovers were immediately dispersed to the several guard stations strategically placed around the compound; the guards were always thankful for the extra food. Nothing beat the Wolfe's barbeque. Luckily, there were always plenty of leftovers.

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Rachel woke up with a slight headache. Her mind was still trying to gather itself from the depths of the orgasm to end all orgasms. She never would have believed an orgasm could be so intense, so enjoyable, you could black out from it. She felt warm and sticky as she found her head buried in James's massive chest. Something was different. James was different. His muscle tone was much larger and more defined. His arms and biceps resembled tree trunks and his pectoral muscles were steel in definition. Her hand followed down his massive chest to count...2...4...6...8 defined abdominal muscles. He had an 8 pack...yummy! Her hand continued its treacherous path south as her hand found the treasure of her desire and wrapped a small hound around his still impressive girth. She began to stroke him rigid when he spoke softly with his eyes still closed.

"Again baby! You keep playing with the fire you are going to get burned. You continually like to test the waters of my restraint. I must admit, you are reaching towards shallow depths. You keep going, I cannot be held accountable for my actions. I will take you. I will ravish you. I will bury my cock deep in your fuck box and make you scream my name!"

Rachel could only moan at the visual canvas James want painting. She wanted this. She needed to be taken, to be owned. But James had other ideas. He wanted their first time to be special. Only then would he give in to their mutual wanting. James kissed her gently and reaching around her small frame, he picked her up as if she were nothing more than a small kitten. He wrapped the blanket coated in their desires and covered their bodies in a mocking attempt at modesty. In a blinding rush of speed, he rushed them to the room Rachel had occupied only two hours before. He locked the door behind him, ensuring they would not be disturbed. He looked at the king bed in the center of the room, seriously contemplating an appetizer before dinner but decided they needed to get ready. They had a party to go to. He walked them into the bathroom and it was only when they saw their image in the full length mirror, did they fully comprehend the absurdity of their appearances.

Rachel was literally coated in cum. James had blasted every square inch from her face to her torso. There was cum in her hair, her face was coated from forehead to chin. James was likewise coated in a mocking of a snow angel. A near perfect silhouette of Rachel was plastered on his torso. They broke down in fits of laughter. They looked fucking insane. Dear Luna! Had their orgasms been that intense they had done this? They took one last look at each other and in unison thought.

Cum Angel!

They looked at each other and broke up in fresh gales of laughter, their sides aching and their faces streaming in tears of near hysterical laughter.

James walked over to the shower and set the temperature for a steamy 100°. He picked Rachel up and swinging her around in exaggerated fashion walked them both into the steaming cubicle. He placed her gently on the wet floor and picked up a fresh sponge that he coated with shower gel before he began the pleasurable task of cleansing her body. He tenderly washed cum from her eyes, ears, mouth, and throat. After cleansing each area he would place gentle, tender kisses on her skin. He lost himself in the tender depths of her body. Her skin was smooth, perfect in complexion. She tasted sweet and he gleefully lapped every square inch of her glorious countenance. James continued to work south, stopping to worship at the altar of her breasts. Her bountiful peaks swelled to meet his caress, the pale pink nipples harden into taught nubs as her arousal grew.

He placed his hot mouth over the right nipple. She gasped as the pleasure followed through the nerve juncture directly to the pleasure center of her brain. She felt herself grow hot and her pussy began to weep; water now mixing with her own desire. James continued downward as he knelt before her sacred womanhood and began to gently wash away all traces of his spending. His caresses were slow and gentle, exactly the opposite of what Rachel wanted at this moment. She wanted rough and fast; she wanted to be tamed, to be owned. Without notice Rachel grabbed the back of James's head and with no quarter, shoved his mouth directly on her hot box and bade him feast. James knew not to question his mate and began to eat.

Yes James! Please! Eat my little cunny! Stick that massive tongue, your beautiful oral appendage in my cunt and lick me! Oh god...oh god...I'm gonna cum. James. Please. I know you wanted to wait, but please...PLEASE...please fuck me!

James patience, virtue, and restraint had been bent to the absolute maximum. Her final thoughts of love and passion had broken him. He straightened to his full height of nearly 6' 8" and lifted her lithe tiny body in his arms with the ease of his 260lbs. of newly sculpted muscle. Her wet body was writhing in his grip; her hips were gyrating against his torso. He could feel the heat from her pussy threatening to engulf them both in flame. He roared his lust and hissed in her ear.

"Is this what you want you want, you fucking minx?"

His cock was as hard as an iron bar and he began to tease and rub her cunt along the length of his massive tool. Rachel was beside herself with lust. She was trying everything to try and gain an angle to allow the massive fuck stick to drive inside, to impale herself finally on the object of her lust.

"Is this what you want, you little slut? My little bitch in heat! You are going to have to beg me to fuck you. You are going to beg me to fuck your tiny pussy into oblivion. BEG ME!" he roared this last part.




Guardian Wolf Ch. 02



Any shred of decency was long gone with Rachel. She was no longer conscious of her actions. Her lust and her physical need were now crying out for lease, circumventing any logical shadow of conscious thought. What could she do? She began to beg like the bitch in heat he knew she was.

"FUCK ME! James please! Fuck your little slut. Give your little cum whore what she wants. She wants your cock, she wants your cum. Fill me with that massive organ of orgasmic bliss and pound my little pussy until I can't speak. Make me scream ungodly obscenities and moan your name like your bitch in heat. You know I am, don't you James? You know I am just your bitch in heat, your own personal fuck toy for you to play with, give me what we both want. Fill me with your godly cock and pound me, pound me until you fill me with gallons of delicious cum. Fill me to the bursting point with every last ounce of your baby batter. Fuck your babies into me James. Fuck me until I'm pregnant!"

Rachel could almost hear the snap in James's head. The last thread of control was torn asunder. The constant beating of her sexual storm had eroded his restraint down to the bone. The mention of pregnancy was the catalyst. She knew this would drive him over the edge. She braced herself for the fucking of a lifetime. With a roar James lifted her up enough to position his massive tool to the entrance of her virgin pussy. Rachel knew this would hurt, but the pain would be fleeting. Her lust and love of James demanded he take her now. Something primal, deep inside her, was howling for him to mate her. She needed his seed, she craved it more than a glass of water to a dying man in the desert. James was not totally gone though. He took a final look at her into her eyes, pleading for permission to enter her. She gave permission gladly and waited for him to mount her.

James did indeed mount her. With the last shred of control he had asked and received her permission. He would not take this from her; her virginity was hers to give freely. He would not rob her of that choice. James knew his size was a problem for his virgin mate. Even through the thick fog of lust he still had the presence of mind to be gentle with her first time; her second time would be entirely a different matter. But her first time he needed her to know he loved her. He looked at her one more time as he gently pressed forward, he held her gaze as he proceeded ever so slowly into the depths of her tight sheath. He waited to catch a hint of pain. He was agonizingly slow for both their sakes. He knew if he simply thrust, the friction would force him to lose it and he would empty himself into her prematurely before she attained her own. Finally he bumped against the vault to her virginity. She squeaked in surprise, but otherwise was lost in the feeling of being stuffed beyond description. With a final shudder and gasp, Rachel nodded her head and braced herself. She wanted him, she needed him; she was offering her virginity in exchange for womanhood. With a commanding thrust, James pulled back until the head was just barely at the entrance and thrust forward and broke through her hymen, burying himself deeply within her cavernous depths.

She was so fucking tight. Rachel was gasping and trying to recover her composure. She had expected the pain, but James's sheer size had overwhelmed her pain receptors. Despite the horrendous feeling of her virginity being torn from her body, the pain was quickly receding and was now being replaced with fullness, a completion in her life. She was bound soul and now body to her mate. The two pieces of the puzzle were finally assembled. She lifted her eyes tearing from the sensations and smiled. His eyes were questing, trying to gauge her acceptance. She felt his body relax when she smiled. He returned the gesture with his own; it warmed her body like a warm summer day. James quietly walked out of the shower, acknowledging the sensor to stop the shower. He walked them to the bed, carrying her still connected to his massive cock. He managed to reach around her body and remove the comforter and sheets. He laid her gently down on the fresh bed spread and looking into her eyes. There was still a lustful glaze covering Rachel's eyes but now there was also a shimmer of love. They had finally connected on every possible level. They were one.

James looked down at his beautiful mate and lowered his head to gather her lips with his own. He licked and nibbled on her luscious ruby morsel as he paid entrance to her hot little mouth. He dove in to capture her tongue as soon as she granted him access. He took the first tentative step and moved his cock ever so slowly out of its new home. Rachel groaned and a look of loss washed over her countenance as if she were saying goodbye to her best friend. When he was almost out with only the head of his cock now nestled between her lips he slowly worked his intruder back into her tiny hole. He luxuriated in the feeling as her walls instinctively collapsed around his cock to grasp it in a velvet glove of ecstasy. He lowered his eyes to watch as his cock moved in and out of her tight fuck box, watching her lips grasp at his cock; trying to pull it back in to where it belonged, deep within her pussy. Rachel's eyes were rolling back into her head with every thrust. God! She could definitely get used to this. It felt so fucking GOOD. She could hear James's chuckle echo within her mind.

Enjoying yourself my love?

You bet your sweet, sculpted ass I am!

With this she grabbed his ass cheeks and with the added leverage began to thrust herself upwards meeting his thrusts. Each thrust was met with a satisfying moan of sexual sating, their mutual desires and needs being met within each other. She lifted her head and latched on to his left nipple and began to lazily lap and nibble at the taught bud. She felt devilishly wicked and clamped down hard. This caused a gratifying moan of pain to escape his lips and he thrust with extra vigor into her battered pussy. The slow, lazy strokes of love soon gave way to the heated pounding of two lovers who were trying their best to satiate their primal urges to rut like wild animals. James had increased his thrusting to a heated pace and Rachel was doing everything in her power to hold on for dear life. The first of her orgasms rocked through her body unexpectedly. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she screamed wildly as her body succumbed to the sensations. She actually forced James cock out of her tight little hole with her orgasm; the pressure realized by the flood of her orgasm was extreme. She continued to water his cock and upper thighs for a few seconds while she tried to bring her breathing back under control.

"Ohhh God! Fuck ME!" Rachel screamed as her body continued to shake through the massive release of endorphins and adrenaline now flooding her tiny body.

Before Rachel could come down from the first of her orgasms James charged back in to her tiny fuck hole with a vengeance. The entrance surprised her and she squeaked and moaned as his massive tool invaded her once more. She suddenly found her body flipped over and James was helping her to her hands and knees.

"If you insist on being my slutty bitch in heat, I fully intend to take you as such my love!" he roared.

James continued to batter away at her now fully deflowered pussy with a vengeance. He was reaching new depths in this position and Rachel could feel every ridge and vein on his cock as it evacuated and reentered her sleeve again and again. She could feel the familiar heat building in her abdomen as another shattering orgasm was fighting its way to the surface. Rachel suddenly felt claws at her breasts as James's talons flicked her nipples and clawed at her tender flesh. His cock was also gaining length and width in her battered pussy. She didn't know if she could take him all; he was just too fucking huge. Rachel found her voice was gone so she reached out to her lupine lover with her mind.

Baby! James! Too big! My god...you're too fucking big. Oh fuck! Fuck it all! Tear me in two; split my poor tiny pussy in half. Own me; fuck me; destroy this slutty little bitch!

She suddenly felt a small pain at her entrance as something hard grew on James's cock, locking them together. She looked back over her shoulder to see James had fully shifted and was now pounding her pussy in relentless pursuit of his own release. She could feel his cock begin to spasm and grow signaling his own orgasm. She braced herself for the gates of his massive reservoir that would soon drown her in a sea of virile seed. The first long stream of boiling cum tore through her womb with searing heat, triggering her own release. As she screamed and moaned obscenities that would make a seasoned whore blush, James opened his eyes to reveal his amber/green eyes aflame with lust. He lowered his jaws to her shoulder and sank his fangs once more over the same mark he had left on her flawless skin only hours before.

MINE! James screamed this into her head as he sank his teeth into her ivory skin.

YOURS! Rachel echoed.

The pain only seemed to magnify and prolong Rachel's own release as she continued to flood and squirt around James's massive tool. Their combine passion was leaving a considerable puddle beneath them on the bedding. And then their strength left them both as they collapsed next to each other. James gathered Rachel into his arms as her orgasm was still ravaging through her tiny body. She felt as his lupine claws receded into strong hands that cradled her body to his own. Rachel began to sob with a flood of fresh emotion. She was not crying out of pain or sorrow; she was crying from the sheer emotional release that was washing over her body. She had never felt something as completely raw and passionate as what they just experienced. The emotion of pure, unadulterated love washed over her and she knew that she was exactly where she had always wanted to be. She was wrapped in the warm embrace of the man she would spend the rest of eternity with. She was in the embrace of her man, her lover, her guardian wolf. With this final thought she dozed peacefully in James's caress of love while he continued to stroke her hair and whisper his unending love in her ear.

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Rachel woke to James's stomach rumbling against her ass. She turned over to see James resting peacefully on a large pillow he had pulled under them both. She couldn't help but drool at how gorgeous her man was...she couldn't get over the thought...her man; it made her feel all warm and tingly inside, not to mention hotter than a Louisiana swamp in the middle of August. The logical part of her brain wanted to scream at the absurdity and utter ridiculousness of her situation; the other part, the part that ruled her heart and her emotions, simply slapped the logical part of her brain and told it to shut the fuck up and get used to it, because her heart had made its decision. Four days ago she had never even known this tasty morsel of human maleness (well he was part human, wasn't he?) even existed. Today she found herself not only bound to the most gorgeous creature her deepest desires could fabricate, but they had shared earth shattering sexual releases that left her mind and body wanting more. She was his from the beginning. She never even had a choice in the matter. But looking back at her situation and what her life had been like before meeting him, she now understood that her entire existence had been groomed for this moment in time. They were meant for each other, body and soul. She was not going anywhere.

Rachel was lost within her own thoughts when her nostrils picked up the tantalizing aroma of smoked meat. Her stomach immediately made itself known as it vocalized her own voracious hunger. She was not one of those that daintily ate salad and broccoli; she was a carnivore, god damn it, and bloody proud of it. Homo sapiens were at the top of the fucking food chain for a reason and she made full use of her superior standing within the natural order of things. She loved her meat and, truth be told, could be an absolute pig when it came to barbeque...mmmm....pig. The thought of roasted meat straight from the fire sent something primal tingling through her taste buds, making her salivate in anticipation. Again her body made itself known to the fact that her stomach was empty and demanded satisfaction. Her lower mouth had been fed. Now it was time to feed the other.

She looked up to see James staring at her with a knowing smile. Without saying a word he gently released her from his embrace to stand. He gathered her again to his arms as he carried them both to the bathroom. James quickly set the temperature back to 100° and gently pushed Rachel into the shower with a playful slap on her ass.

"Hey!" she scolded.

He simply smiled that gorgeous row of white teeth at her and her argument was immediately lost in the fog of renewed lust as her brain fought to keep her equilibrium. James began soaping her body once more with the offending sponge that had initiated their activities of the previous hour. The caresses were still gentle and deliberate, but they were not meant for arousal. Arousal would come later. Now was a time to get cleaned up and changed and out to the source of food that had both their stomachs complaining. They showered quickly and toweled each other dry. Without a word James picked Rachel up and carried her back into the bedroom.

"You know I am perfectly capable of walking, don't you?" she asked with a slight attempt at anger.

"Yeah. But carrying you is so much fun!"

How could she stay mad at him? He was just too damn sweet and delicious; her senses could not get enough of this man. He smelt so damn good! What man smells good? But James had a smell that reminded her of damp forest earth after a rain storm. The heady mix of soil and pine attacked her nostrils like the sweetest perfume, making her head light and her knees weak.

James threw her on the bed with a bounce and a giggle as he made his way over to the chest of drawers that held the bags of clothes he had placed there this morning. He had purchased them in anticipation of tomorrow night. He should wait to give them to her tomorrow, but he was never one to wait with presents. He was always too excited and had ruined more than one of his Christmas surprises from his parents by snooping around the house. He brought one bag over to Rachel and set it at her feet; the other bag he placed near the edge of the bed and started to remove the contents.

He looked at her delicious nude body. He wondered if he would always have to resist the urge to forgo any social activities and simply spend his days ravishing Rachel for the rest of eternity. He feared that she would always get to him physically; she was just too damn sexy and drove his blood to the boiling point. But despite his inner beast eager to take their mate once more, he gave into the more pressing matter of sustenance. Besides, he knew this would not be the last of his internal arguments concerning her; he could lose to his baser side another time. He looked at her like a kid at Christmas. His eyes danced with merriment as he anticipated her reaction to the contents of the bag.

"Go ahead baby. Open it! Your parents assured me that they would fit you perfectly." he said with a grin wider than Texas.

Rachel had to laugh. She liked this side of him. He seemed like a child at Christmas, eager to see if what he got her would please her. With less ceremony she proceeded to remove the articles of clothing. Inside where a pair of black, skin-tight leather pants...mmm...very sexy. There was also a tiny pair of black underwear she immediately recognized as a thong she had daringly bought with some girlfriends at a Victoria Secret months before. She had hidden the sinful article in the back of her underwear drawer under all of her good girl panties. She should have known that her parents would have found the offending article of clothing; she never would have guessed they would include such a sinful piece of seduction in a care package for James. She picked up the barely dental floss panties with her index finger, twirling them slowly around, with an amused look at James.

"Your parents 'happened' upon them while they were gathering some clothes for this weekend for you. They were a little surprised, but not terribly so. They figured it would be a nice...um...gift for me later on," James said with a boyish grin and a blush that filled his cheeks to his ears.

"You like my slutty panties, do you baby? I bought them in anticipation for the man I would lose my virginity to. It looks like you have every right to see my wicked side. You have already claimed me body and soul...and heart," she said this last part with her eyes misting slightly over.

James could feel his own eyes start to cloud as he saw the sincerity in those lovely Jade pools. Gods he loved this woman!

"I love you Rachel. Those underwear look sexy as hell. But for the record I would find you desirable in a burlap sack. Clothes cannot do your beauty justice. Even the finest elfin silk pales when compared to your beauty. There is no equal!" James said this with a quiet conviction that spoke volumes to Rachel's heart.

Rachel felt a sudden flood of emotion come over her as she felt her tears begin to fall. How had she not recognized this man before now? Why had he always been lost in the shadows of her life? Why had she subjected herself and him to settle for what seemed like one alpha loser, after another? Why had she not met this wonderful man sooner? She felt like so much time had been wasted that could have been spent cultivating a lush garden of love.

James, seeing and hearing her inner turmoil, walked silently to her side of the bed to gather her in his arms like a small child. He held her gently to his massive chest, consoling her troubled heart. He breathed love gently into her ear.

"Shhh. Don't worry about a thing baby! All that is in the past. You don't ever have to worry about another 'alpha loser' again. You bagged yourself a genuine Alpha werewolf who would cross Hell and back just to see you smile. I promise you. I will always be here for you. Forever and ever sweetheart. Death himself could not pry you from my arms without losing several key components to his anatomy. You are mine! I own you. From your cute pinkie toes to those luscious lips, I own you and you own me. You are my love, my heart, my companion for the rest of time. I know this is all a bit overwhelming but I know you better than you know yourself at times." James said this while baring his soul to the woman he loved.

"Do you really mean that? Do I mean that much to you baby? Please tell me why you love me. Why did the Fates choose me for you? What did I do to deserve such a wonderful, caring man?" Rachel asked this in near tears.

She could fill her insecurities start to surface. Spending so many years in the 'social elite' had made her doubt her own self worth. Too many bad memories at the hands of loser males who claimed to be her 'boy friends', pawing and clawing at her body like a piece of meat and snotty, self centered bitches who would be more than willing to stab her in the back at a chance to move up in the fantastical myth they called a high school hierarchy.

"Rachel I know you better than I know myself. You are the most kind, most generous soul it has ever been my pleasure to meet. You are in the center of the most popular kids at school, but yet you hate the politics and back stabbing associated with such 'friends'. You abhor violence but are more than willing to protect what you feel is yours or to protect a friend."

James paused for affect as he pointed to himself. Rachel blushed at the memory at what she had done to Jayden. She had been quite out of her mind at the moment, allowing instinct to guide her actions. Jayden had threatened her man and that was something she would not tolerate. She had attacked with all the fury of her tiny 115 lbs. without question. Rachel had clawed and scratched, pulled and bit like a mountain lion protecting a cub. She had to giggle as she remembered the sweet satisfaction at removing a large patch of hair from that pompous ass's head. The look of shock and anger at seeing his hair in her hand had been most satisfying.




Guardian Wolf Ch. 02



"Rachel you have been trying so hard these past few years to play a role you were never meant to play. You were asked to ignore your inner humanity and kindness in return for popularity and acceptance. You are not shallow, petty, or vindictive. You are kind, loving, and compassionate. I have seen you give the last five dollars in your wallet to a homeless man without even considering it. Most of your so called 'girlfriends' would not even consider going up to a dirty vagrant, let alone giving him money. Those bitches are only concerned about themselves, only about the next sale and a new pair of shoes, that they will only were once to make some other girl jealous. I have watched you volunteer down at the homeless shelter and children's hospital more than once in the past few months. While your bubble headed compatriots spend their time spending their parents money and reveling in the latest bit of gossip, you are imparting of your own precious time enriching others. You give freely to others and ask nothing in return. You have tried so hard to fit in with others who don't appreciate or even consider your true feelings. You are tired of having to act superior or even cruelly to others to remain within a circle of friends who don't even see the real you. I am here to tell you sweetie. It is time to drop the act; it is too tiring to continue anyway. Let your true self be known to others and be accepted for who you really are. You are gentle, friendly, and honest. Let others know the real you and be loved because of it. I have always known the real you and love you for it. You don't have to hide anymore."

Rachel was in tears as James bore his soul to her. He was right; he did know her better than she knew herself. She had always despised herself for acting superior to others and having to hide her attempts at being a regular human being. She hated feeling guilty for helping those less fortunate than she and helping those wonderful children. She hated her 'friends' for treating their parent's money like it grew on trees and wasting it on pointless frivolity.

"Rachel I will tell you exactly who you are. You are a kind, gentle creature. You are incredibly beautiful and sexy; you set my blood boiling with that body of yours. Those eyes...Gods Rachel...your Jade eyes send my body into a tirade of torrential lust when I look into those eyes."

Rachel couldn't help it. She batted those stellar eyes as she watched James's cock harden to an iron bar.

Stop that! I'm trying to be serious and it's hard enough not to rape you here and now.

"Sorry sweetie. I couldn't resist. Your just too damn cute when you are angry and aroused. It gets me going. Please continue." she apologized, but only in part.

James decided to ignore the fire that was now present in those deep pools of loveliness. If he didn't get through this and get out to where the food was to satisfy his hunger, he would end up feasting on her for the rest of the night and they would never get out of this room.

Would that be so bad James?

Don't tempt me woman! You know I will do it. But we have guests outside and they are expecting us to make at least some sort of appearance...eventually.

"Rachel you are strong in body and mind, but you let your insecurities rule your actions sometimes. Your favorite color is black but you are afraid of the dark; you have slept with a night light all your life, afraid of what the shadows may hold. You love the rain but are afraid of thunder and lightning. You love animals and want to be a vet someday. You pretend to listen to that teeny bop crap like Bitty Smears or whatever the hell her name is. But I know beneath that gorgeous exterior beats the heart of a true metal goddess. And I plan on introducing you to some music you would never have imagined; I think you will be pleasantly surprised. In fact, I have something for you that I know you will love. If you notice, there isn't a top for you to wear. It's time for your first birthday present from me." James said.

Rachel had indeed noticed there was no top. Along with the sinful undies and the delicious leather pants, there was a leather bra that screamed biker slut. The thought alone on being behind James on a massive Harley set her juices flowing. She shook her head to relieve herself of the fantasy before it consumed her. She had to focus on the now and get to the food and people waiting downstairs. Otherwise like James said, they would never make it out of here.

Stop that! You keep fantasizing and I won't get through this. The thought of you as a hot biker slut is appealing though.

Rachel had to laugh at that.

This will get real old, real fast. Isn't there a way for me to block my thoughts from you?

There is. But it takes a lot of practice to bring up mental walls against your mate. When the thoughts are ruled by emotions or sexual appetite, it is damn near impossible. So all your delicious fantasies are mine for the tasting right now, I'm afraid.

"Oh! Darn!" Rachel said with rich sarcasm.

"You are such a tempting minx! Here is a little something for the birthday girl."

James held up a T-shirt for her to wear. On the front was the emblem of her favorite band Type O Negative emblazoned across the chest. James had a much larger but otherwise identical shirt.

Rachel leapt into his arms with a squeal. She proceeded to mark his face and neck with kisses. His cock was quickly starting to react to her affections.

"Oh James! I love it! TON is my favorite band. I think Peter Steele is sexy as hell. Well almost as sexy as you. Thank you, thank you, thank you! But it's your birthday too. I didn't get you anything. I feel like such a shit now."

"Baby! You already gave me the best present a wolf could ever ask for. You gave me yourself, body and soul. But hustle your buns. It is nearly ten o'clock and the party appears to be in full swing. We better make our appearances. I know our parents have gifts for both of us and I don't like to keep my father waiting for too long. He is still our Alpha and deserves our respect. Finish getting dressed."

************

James said this last part with such finality that any argument would be moot. Rachel and James quickly dressed. With a final check of her hair and leather thong to reign in his unruly mane, they made their way down the steps to the foyer. As they reached the bottom step, a small brown shape went streaking across the room. A girlish shriek followed quickly after. A little girl with lush russet curls was chasing after the little wolf.

"Davey you give that back! Momma! Davey has my Dolly again!"

"Davey!" James barked a command.

The little wolf peaked his head around the entranced doorway with a mixture of curiosity and fear. James simply pointed to a spot directly at his feet and waited. The tiny pup made his way slowly over to the towering figure, his tail tucked firmly between his legs. When the pup reached the stairs he lay down submissively and waited.

"Drop the Dolly." The pup obeyed immediately.

"Apologize to your sister!" The little pup yelped a little as he shifted slowly into a very naked little boy.

"Sorry Lace! I'z just playin'. Here's Tabitha back. She isn't hurt. I swear!" Davey said with as much humility as was customary for a four year old boy.

"It's okay. You better go put on some undies so momma doesn't find you naked...again. Remember what happened last time, doncha?"

Davey went wide eyed and streaked into the next room to recover his clothes.

"Last time momma caught him naked, she made him stay human for two weeks. Davey doesn't like being human; he likes being wolf." Lacey said this with a roll of her eyes as if to say 'boy's'.

"Lacey say hello to Rachel. She is going to be your new Auntie," James said in introduction.

The little girl gave a very girlish scream and practically jumped into the surprised arms of Rachel. She rubbed her nose gently across Rachel's nose in a traditional wolfish greeting. Lacey let her nostrils drink in the scent of her new Aunt.

"Hi. I'm Lacey! You are very pretty and you smell very nice. I like you already. Say hello to my dolly Tabitha." Lacey said holding the dolly upwards for introduction.

Rachel looked at the darling little girl with growing affection. As the doll was held for her to meet, Rachel let herself be guided by her burgeoning wolf. She first offered her nose to the dolly and rubbed it gently against its cloth face. She then faced Lacey and repeated the action, letting the little girl's scent fill her senses. She smelled like peaches and lilacs; it was a very pleasant smell.

"It's very nice to meet you Lacey! You smell very yummy. I'm very hungry right now. Maybe I need to snack on you before I get some food. I like to eat little girls."

Lacey's eyes grew wide as Rachel lowered her mouth to the girls next and proceeded to blow raspberries and make eating sounds on the helpless girl. Lacey squealed as she was tickled and 'eaten' by her new Aunt. Finally after several minutes Rachel set Lacey back down with a giggle.

"I love you Auntie Rachel. You can play with me and Tabitha any time." Lacey said with finality as she scampered back into the den to look for her brother.

Cute kids, aren't they? Those two are my oldest brother Brent's youngest kids. Lacey is a very precocious five and Davey is a furious four. His wife is named Stephanie; she is some distant cousin of yours. Luckily the kids got all of her looks; my brother is as ugly as a mule.

Rachel actually snorted at this comment as she tried to hold back the laughter. The act made James laugh all the harder as he watched her face flood with embarrassment. James led Rachel through the kitchen to the French doors that led outside to the deck. James was right. The party was definitely in full swing. There were many people sitting around eating and talking. In the distance she could see a mixture of children and wolves playing and cavorting with each other. The whole scene was very familial and oddly comforting. She could definitely get used to this. Being an only child had left her very lonely over the years. She fought to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. James noticed the tug on her emotions and quietly whispered in her mind.

Sweetheart, you'll never be lonely again...trust me. After a while with this mob, you will be praying for some alone time. Don't you worry! It won't be too long before you're swollen and plump with our own family. I don't know about you, but I want a large family. Wolves are very family oriented and are a communal species. We don't do well without others. Besides, the thought of you swollen with our first set of twins, your breasts filled with milk, always makes me rock hard. That's what Chloe was talking about earlier. The old girls predicted our first children would be a set of twins...two boys to be exact. I can't wait until you come into heat this spring. I am going to ride you raw; just plan on walking bow legged for the first few weeks of summer.

Rachel was lost upon her own thoughts. She could almost see herself pregnant, belly swollen with the growing lives inside her, her breasts growing and filling with the life-giving nutrients that would feed their young. Rachel's logical brain was screaming at her now, her human side trying to rebel against her natural maternal instincts. But she wasn't human anymore was she? She had become something more, something much more. She could feel her newly discovered wolf guiding her actions and quietly steering her instincts. She began to recognize her true self for the first time ever and she was finally happy. The tears began to fall freely now and she turned and buried herself into James's chest as she emptied her feelings onto his shirt. After a couple of minutes spent quietly sobbing, she lifted her head with red eyes but a smile plastered on her face. Rachel grabbed James's chin and forced him to look into her pale green eyes. She searched out his lips with her own and met him in a toe-curling, where's the fire extinguisher, searing kiss. James ignored everyone around them and lifted Rachel into his arms, cupping her buttocks. A series of wolf howls and cheering broke them of the spell.

"Hey shit for brains! Thanks for the show. If you plan on continuing might I suggest a cover charge?" A man similar in age to James came running up to the couple.

"Rachel, please allow me to introduce you to my cousin and best friend Marcus. He is the other member of the 'The Banished'. It's a very exclusive group that only caters to the geeky and socially uncool. But we are looking to expand our tiny band, if you are interested. Sorry about Marcus's appearance. His 18th birthday isn't until April. He's stuck looking fugly until such time. Even after the Rites I'm not quite convinced he will look any better." James said as he twisted the proverbial knife into Marcus.

"Eat shit and die wolf boy!" Marcus growled good-naturedly.

"Take off you Hozer!" James said, beginning the duel.

"Luke, I am your Father! Give into the dark side of the force you knob!" Marcus countered.

"He saw Jedi seventeen times. It was beauty, eh?" Rachel finished surprising both men.

"Dude, I think I'm in love! I didn't know she knew the Brew!" Marcus said with dawning respect.

"Back off bitch, he's mine!" Rachel growled as she wrapped her tiny frame possessively around James.

Both young men began howling with laughter at this comment. Rachel continued to shoot daggers at Marcus until she could no longer hold the façade, her face slipping into a wide smile.

"Oh baby, I love when you get all possessive on me!" James said lifting her easily into his arms and leaning down for a quick kiss.

"Mark, where the folks at?" James asked.

Marcus pointed in the direction of the large barbecue and smoker. "Yon cavemen and their wee women are at ye old meat pit," he said in his best Scottish brogue.

Deciding if he were going to mingle with cavemen he better act like one, James lifted her easily onto one of his shoulders and gave Rachel a smart smack on the ass with a very Neanderthal grunt as he made his way to their parents table with Rachel giggling and screaming for someone to save her. She was definitely enjoying the view of James's ass this position gave her. She half-heartedly beat upon his massive back muscles as she pretended to struggle as he made his way to their parents.

James, you caveman! Let me down you hunkish brute.

James simply let out another prehistoric grunt as he pulled up short to their parent's table. He removed her from his shoulder to cradle her in his arms. With a chaste peck on the lips he let her slip from his grasp to the ground. Hand in hand they walked up to their parents.

"Ah. The victorious couple finally emerges! Son, you have to remember that our house is not sufficiently sound-proofed. Even without superior hearing I doubt anyone within 100 meters didn't hear you," Robert said with a knowing grin on his face.

"Dad!" James said with his facing going crimson.

Rachel blushed fiercely and buried her head in James's chest. She tried to be offended at Robert's gentle teasing, but quickly decided that no one seemed to really care about their affairs. Everyone knew what they would be doing, no one seemed to mind in the slightest. Rachel turned after she allowed a moment for the color in her face to drain. She straightened her shoulders and proudly presented herself towards her parents and news. She glanced at Maggie and was surprised to find she not only recognized her, she knew this woman.

Maggie saw the recognition and said with a smile, "Yes Rachel. You do know me. I am your great aunt Margaret Merchant Wolfe; I am one of your Grandfather's sisters. My twin sister Camille...oh, she's somewhere around here, is mother to Marcus and the twins you met tonight. When James claimed you and marked your shoulder you saw a vision of images flash in your mind like a movie showing in fast forward. They are memories sweetie; memories of our family history. Each new Alpha is tasked with learning and sharing our family history and genealogy with his or her mate during Ascension. Everything won't come to you at once that would overload almost everyone. It did me. Most of what you now know won't enter into your conscious mind unless you seek them out. Think of them as a reference book in your head. If there is a question about family or our clan history just let your mind attack the question and you will come up with the answer. I know all of this is very sudden and it seems overwhelming; we are sorry for the rush. That is mostly James's fault."

"Hey! I did better than Dad did with you!" James said defensively.

"Damn it boy! Why do you always have to bring that up. It wasn't my fault your mother wasn't around before the night of Ascension. She lived two counties over. It was a lot different back then; we didn't have the great forms of communication we have today," Robert said in his own defense.

"Yeah, but there was such things as a telephone and automobiles. Hell, you could have thrown out smoke signals to her! You are old enough to remember them!" James shot back.

Robert turned to glare at his son, "I'll show you old, you young pup. Let's not forget what happened that last time we sparred in the gym. It wasn't me looking up at you from the flat of my back!"

Rachel's parents laughed with Maggie at the unknown joke. Maggie turned and slapped her husband for chewing out their son.

"Will you two give it a rest? Robert Montgomery Wolfe you are supposed to be the 'adult' in this; not to mention the Alpha," Maggie said this as she nipped Robert's ear. This caused him to shudder with a rising arousal.

"Keep that up Mags and I'll show you who's Alpha!" Robert said with authority.

"Come on mom. Tell Rachel the story. She'll get a kick out of this." James said with a smile and a laugh at his father's expense.

"Okay. First things first, dear. You have to understand the Wolfe men. They can be some of the brightest and most inventive minds in history. They are smart, charming, and creative. Not to mention some of the finest lovers ever to grace this Earth, if I do say so myself. You can give any one of them, my son included, an intellectual problem and they will attack it like a pit bull does a Porterhouse. But trying to get them to simply talk to their mates before the Rite of Ascension is liking pulling teeth. James actually did an okay job on this; he was able to get you here of your own volition. My oldest son Brent didn't actually meet Stephanie until she hit him with her car that very morning. The poor dear was unconscious for most of the afternoon. He woke up in his room with her playing nurse maid. It's a sweet story but not the most romantic way to meet the person you will spend the rest of eternity with. Social interaction is simply not their forte. Until they get it through their thick skulls we aren't going to run away screaming, it is like having a conversation with a piece of toast," Margaret said with an air of authority.

Mmmmm toast....ahhhh! both men thought in unison.

Margaret rolled her eyes, "they're doing their Homer impressions aren't they?"

Rachel started to giggle and nod, "your son is a total goof!"

Hi-yuck Gorsh!

Rachel snorted again and started to playfully slap James as he raised his hands to defend himself as he continued to laugh at her social faux paus.

"That's it baby! Don't take any of his shit. Show your mate who owns him," Natalie merchant said in support of her daughter.

The parents laughed uproariously as they watched their daughter (in-law) continue to beat up their son (in-law). Rachel could definitely give as good as she took. She was showing James she wouldn't take any of his shit.




Guardian Wolf Ch. 02



"Okay...okay...I give...I give! Uncle! Ow baby! I'm tender now. Kiss it and make it better," James said as he pouted.

"You can kiss my ass wolf boy!" Rachel said with a grin and another slap.

Mmmmkay!

Without warning James bent over to her right buttock and sank his teeth into her gentle cheek. This caused Rachel to squeal in surprise and started another round of fresh beating on James. Their parents were now in tears as they watched their kids playfully fight each other. It finally ended with James capturing both of Rachel's hands and holding them hostage behind her back. He proceeded to mark her skin with fresh kisses and nibbles that effectively quieted Rachel. She felt her knees begin to give as a fresh wave of desire overcame her.

"Okay you two! Let me finish the story before you kids forget your place and start rutting. We don't need to see your cuddling, thank you!" Margaret said with a laugh as she dried her eyes. This was too much fun.

"Yes Mom!" they said in unison. James placed his arms protectively around Rachel as he held her close to his chest. He laid a chase kiss on her head as he ground his erection into Rachel's ass. This caused Rachel to close her eyes in pleasure and moan.

"James Arthur Wolfe!" Margaret said with a commanding bark.

James immediately came to rigid attention as he felt his mother's authoritative stare.

"Right here! Sorry mom! I'll behave," James whispered apologetically.

For now! You're going to so get it later tonight baby! James thought

Bring it on big boy! Rachel shot back as she reached behind her to caress James's cock.

James growled low in his voice but forced himself to behave, lest he get on his mother's bad side. She scared him a lot more than his father did.

"Right! If you two are done playing grab ass, maybe I can continue."

These two are even worse than we were our first night. Margaret said quietly in Robert's head.

I don't know about that. We got pretty wild that night, or don't you remember? Robert said as he projected memories of their first night together, all those years ago.

Stop it! Or so help me, you will be left high and dry for a week!

Yes Dear!

"Anyway, back to the story. My sister and I grew up in a tiny mountain town a few hundred miles from here with our three brothers. You see the rites of mating are strictly patriarchal; no female werewolf mates with a human. It sounds sexist I know, but it allows the male Merchants to bring in other human bloodlines from the outside populations. It makes for stronger and more robust genetics; helps keep the gene pool nice and deep. Your father Brian is a descendant of my brother Lawrence and his wife Felicia; lovely couple, I miss them terribly sometime. You see dear. The male members of the Merchant guild take human mates and remain mortal. They are never turned and live out their natural lives," Margaret paused for as she let this information sink in.

Rachel looked at her parents as it dawned on her. She was now immortal and would age much slower than her parents. She would continue to live a youthful and vibrant life while she watched her parents age and eventually die. The thought of eventually watching her parents pass on was a sobering thought. She looked at her two parents lovingly with tears in her eyes. Brian saw this and nudged Natalie to reassure their daughter.

Natalie looked at her daughter with love and understanding, "Sweetie, don't you worry about us. We aren't going to be going anywhere for many years. And don't feel sad about us eventually passing on; we are more than content to live mortal lives. Our greatest joy was raising you and watching you transform into the woman you are today. We couldn't be prouder to watch become James's mate. He is a wonderful and caring young man. We are honored to be bound to the Wolfe clan and offer our only daughter to be mated. The Wolfe's are outstanding people. They have been more than just good friends these past twenty years; they have been family. Besides, we have a new role to play in your lives. We get to play the part of doting grandparents that get to spoil your children rotten than gladly hand them back to you to deal with. So when you finally come into heat this spring, don't you dare hold back! Give us some little rug rats to watch as you build your new life with James. We look forward to many wonderful years helping you raise your children. Besides, you are going to need someone to help baby sit while you are getting your degree and getting settled into a new career."

"Speaking of which," Robert spoke up, holding an envelope, "this is for you!"

Robert got up and walked to where the young couple was standing. Rachel looked up at James to see him smiling widely. Robert looked down at his new daughter and with a wide grin, handed Rachel the envelope. Rachel opened the envelope to reveal a letter. She quickly opened the fine piece of stationary and read aloud:

Wolfe Industries

Robert Montgomery Wolfe, CEO.

Dear Rachel (i.e. my new daughter),

It gives me great pleasure to inform you, you have earned a full ride scholarship to Pacific North University. The scholarship is good for four years of undergraduate work in any degree of your choosing. The scholarship further guarantees four years of post graduate education in the field of Veterinary Medicine. Pacific North has a fine Veterinary school and comes highly recommended. You may choose to enter school at your leisure, but we hope to see you matriculate with James next fall.

Seeing as your grades and extracurricular activities are impeccable, it also gives me great pleasure to inform you that you have been granted full acceptance and early admission at PNU (See enclosed copy letter of acceptance. Dean Willcott is an old friend of the family and Alpha to a neighboring pack). Upon graduation you are offered employment and internship to complete your residency requirements at Granite Peak Veterinary Hospital. My Brother, Dr. William Wolfe VMS, is looking forward to working with you. He is also an avid animal lover and is always happy to employ members of our clan.

Rachel we are so proud of you. We have watched you grow into an amazing woman. If there is any woman that is capable of keeping that smart ass son of mine in line, it is you. Don't take any of his shit and feel free to kick his ass any time you think he is getting too big for his britches. Margaret and I are honored to accept you into the Wolfe clan as wife and mate of our son James. Welcome to the family!

With love and highest esteem,

Robert Montgomery Wolfe (i.e. Dad).

p.s. Margaret says if you don't give us lots of grand kids, she is going to kick your ass. I would do what she asks, she's scary.

"Hey! I told you not to put that in there! Besides, I haven't even finished my story yet. You were supposed to wait until after dinner to give her the gifts. Gods you are just as bad as your son. Neither one of you can bear to keep a gift a secret. You act like it's going to burn a hole in your ass," Maggie grumbled.

Rachel was overwhelmed, she squealed joyously and through her arms around Robert's neck. She kissed him lovingly on the cheek and squeezed her father in a bearish hug. The old brute simply melted as he held his new daughter. She then rushed to Margaret and launched herself into her waiting arms. There were no words to express her gratitude. Rachel broke out in tears of happiness; she would never have suspected such love and generosity.

"Thank you...thank you...thank you...thank you!" She continued to repeat as she landed small kisses on Margaret's face.

After hugging her way around the table with a small stop to her birth parents she walked back over to her rightful place; standing right by James's side. She looked at her new mate and said with no small amount of authority,

"Oh you can bet your sweet ass I am framing this," she said waving the letter proudly, "see baby! This letter gives me carte blanch to kick your ass whenever you step out of line; your Alpha father said so. So you better watch yourself and behave like a good boy."

The parents erupted into fresh gales of laughter as James sat stumped trying to come up with a proper response; he could not think of any.

Guess I will just have to be content to you submitting in the bedroom then.

Damn straight baby! I'll submit to you anytime that awesome cock is out in the open. I may be your mate and equal in public, but I'm also your naughty little cock slut in the bedroom. You will just have to teach your little sex slave her place...again....and again...and again, as many times as it takes me to learn who my master is. But I give you fair warning, I'm a slow learner.

Rachel purred this and James felt his knees go weak and his vision start to blur as he began to fantasize his little slut collared and begging for his cock. The images flashing through his mind was seriously beginning to threaten his self control. If he didn't find a distraction soon, there would be no leaving and the guests would end up receiving one hell of a show.

Mmmm...kinky baby!

Before he could reply he heard his mother, from afar, yelling his name. It came to him as a whisper as it tried to cut through the lustful fog that now clouded his mind.

"James!" Margaret barked.

"Huh?" James dumbly answered, his attention still turned to the little minx that was molded to his body.

"Oh fuck this. We are never going to get to the end of things with these two hormone crazed teenagers in our mist. If we don't wrap it up soon, they're going to get a head start in making grand babies. I'll have to finish my story another time. Robert baby, get these kids some food. I'm sure they are starving. I'll go get the last gift for the two love birds. The pheromones those two are giving off are driving my wolf to distraction and I'm about ready to jump you myself," Margaret said with an impish grin.

The mention of food forced the two young lovers to come back to reality. Their stomachs took this moment to inform those around that they were indeed starving. Robert and Brian laughed as they went to the barbeque to get them healthy portions of brisket and pork ribs. Rachel sat next to her parents as James went to fetch some soda for them to drink.

Robert came back with two large plates piled high with brisket, pork ribs, baked beans, coleslaw, and bread to sop it all up with.

"Here you go sweetie. If I know James you are going to need your strength for later."

Rachel looked at the huge portion of food and wondered if she could ever finish it. James returned with two bottles of coke for each of them and sat next to his mate. Few words were spoken as they dug into their food. The barbeque was excellent and Rachel told her Dads so. She always knew her own father knew how to cook, but add that to Robert's expertise and the taste was out of this world. Rachel was indeed a friend to meat; meat and she got along just fine. But couple that with a new voracious hunger and soon both were cleaning the last dregs of sauce with a final piece of bread.

"If I continue to eat like that, I'll be bigger than a house in no time," Rachel said as she sat full and happy. She still didn't know how she ate it all.

James laughed, "Not likely sweetie. Werewolf metabolisms runs very high. We eat like this every meal. It is not uncommon to consume at least ten to fifteen thousand calories a day. We need all those calories and carbohydrates just to keep going; that will actually double, even triple when you are pregnant. But once you give birth the pounds will virtually fall off. Trust me babe. You will always look this good. Just take a look at Mom. You would never believe me if I told you she is actually ninety-three years old; but she doesn't look a day over thirty. She ages wonderfully, wouldn't you agree?"

Rachel's eyes widened as she studied Margaret returning from the house. She was a stunning and very beautiful woman. She and Robert actually did not look a day over thirty. Hell, if she looked half as good as her at ninety-three, she would be in good shape.

"Ninety-three? Damn!" Rachel said with no small sign of amazement.

Maggie laughed, "We Lycan age until about the time we reach thirty. At this age our bodies are at their physical and mental peak. Well...the women reach full mental maturity; I fear the boy's are mentally stuck around age six."

Maggie gave knowing glances to her husband and son; both simply shrugged and gave a willing nod. This brought a fresh round of laughter from the women. It seems they knew exactly what Maggie was talking about.

Maggie continued, "As long as we continue to eat well and let our wolves take a good, long run once in a while, we stay healthy and young. The only problem is interaction with those who don't know what we are. We can hide our age very well, but eventually we have to start to show some age, at least aesthetically. You can't look thirty when everyone around you is reaching their sixties and seventies. People would become too suspicious and start to ask too many questions. Those humans who are not tied to a clan or guild cannot be trusted; they are a danger to the clan and to whom we associate with.

We have learned the hard way in the past to keep our anonymity from the world as a whole. If you see, this whole compound is completely fenced and walled in. All pack members living here reside in homes protected by the compound and security. There are armed guards posted all around the perimeter and an entire battery of security cameras and electronic countermeasures. There are also a number of nasty surprises for those foolish enough to breach the compound; only the Alphas and their mates know about them all. A few years ago some psycho environmental nut jobs got in their head to attack us while I was outside with the kids. Back then our security consisted of just a small fence posted with trespassing signs and a couple of pack members patrolling the perimeter. They thought that Wolfe Industries was killing the environment and it would be easier to attack our family directly than reach a diplomatic solution. I nearly lost my son Kyle and daughter Kelly; I was wounded severely protecting my pups. I took down three of those bastards until I was shot several times. If it was not for Robert and his betas, I doubt any of us would have survived.

Furthermore, because our company works with the government on many projects, there is always a chance of industrial espionage and kidnapping. We almost lost Kyle's mate Amber a couple of years ago. They grabbed her while she was out shopping with some girlfriends. A rival company thought this would force us to withdraw our bid for a military communications array. They threatened to kill Amber if we did not withdraw. We got her back safely after Kyle and a team of our finest betas found out where they were hiding her. Let's just say that the company lost most of its senior management to 'accidents' and were forced into bankruptcy last year. We ended up buying a majority holding in the company and have turned it around. It is now one of our highest earning subsidiaries; the remaining employees are fiercely loyal to us. And yes, we did win the contract.

Rachel I tell you this not to frighten or give you reason to doubt yourself or suspect everyone. I tell you this because I love you and want you to be around for many years. I want to watch you raise a family and be happy with our son. If anything happened to you, James wouldn't survive. His wolf would simply lose the will to live and he would pass away. You have to understand Rachel, our men love us unconditionally. There is no concept of adultery or divorce in our realm. Our mates are chosen as our destiny by the Fates. The love we share between us and our mates' runs deeper than any human or temporal concept. You are two halves of a single universal entity; one cannot survive without the other. Just keep this in mind when you are on the outside. But don't worry too much, there will always be someone watching out for you. We have security teams assigned to watch over pack members when they are outside the compound; they are very good at their job. Besides, you have already witnessed James will fight tooth and nail for your safety. Anyone who wishes to fuck with you puts his own life on the line; James would kill anyone who threatened to harm you. He would fight to his last breath to protect you, your children, or another member of the pack. Trust and help him to be strong; learn to fight with all your heart, trust your wolf and your instincts. My girl has never sent me wrong before; she always knows what is best. Even if I don't consciously know it, she does."

Rachel was near tears in admiration at this woman. No wonder James and Robert were scared of Maggie. This tiny female, who could not be more than 130lbs., would make a serial killer shit his pants in fear. She didn't put up with anyone's bullshit. Mess with her or her family and it was your ass. Maggie was right of course. Most humans would not or could not understand the concept of supernatural beings. The human ego is too narrow minded and fragile to grasp the idea of something greater than they. But hearing Maggie's heartfelt expression of love and concern for her only solidified her own conclusions; she was exactly where she wanted to be.

Robert chose this moment of silence to speak, "Speaking of which. James, Rachel. Just to let you know Jayden is out of surgery and is in stable condition. It will be several months of recuperation and physical therapy for him. His father, Chris Michaels, one of my best plant foremen says Jayden is expected to make a full recovery. He also assures me that come hell or high water, Jayden will attend all of his court mandated anger management and therapist meetings; Chris told Jayden this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. If he fucks this up or gets out of line just a bit, he will find himself in prison. I think Jayden was smart enough to grasp the concept; he won't be fucking with you guys anymore. Let's just hope that all of this counseling helps the poor man. He is angry at his mom for leaving him, his father for letting her die, and at himself the most; he does not like what he is becoming. Chris thinks that with a few months of extensive therapy, Jayden can start to turn his life around. I think what you decide James was very mature and I am proud of you. Because of your suggestion you saved a young man from several years in prison and maybe, just maybe given him a chance to get his life turned around. Your decision is very Alpha-like. Even if you did have to kick the living tar out of the kid so he would learn his lesson.

I spoke with the lawyers earlier in the evening. They have drawn up the necessary documents for the restraining order and Judge Matthews has already signed off on it. I need you and Rachel to stop by on your way to the cabin tomorrow to sign the restraining order. It reads that Jayden cannot come within 500 feet of you or Rachel, have verbal or written contact of any kind, and will be sent immediately to prison if these conditions are broken. It is the most stringent and concise legal document I have ever seen; even Jayden can understand this thing. Simply put: if he fucks up he, in turn, is fucked.

But enough business, we have a birthday and mating to celebrate. Come on kids. You aren't getting out of this one. Every one of our kids has had to do it, no exception. Gentleman!"

Suddenly four sets of hands grabbed James and Rachel and carried them to a pair of seats situated on the lawn. James recognized Marcus as he swayed between him and his other cousin Thumper. Dill and Damon were carrying Rachel. The four placed the pair ceremoniously on the pair of chairs like they were thrones; Rachel was giggling uncontrollably as Dill proceeded to kiss her feet. What a ham! They bowed abjectly and kow-towed their way back into the crowd. They stood and grinned as they waited for the next bit.




Guardian Wolf Ch. 03



Author's note: I would personally like to thank all those that took the time to vote and leave comments. They help me improve my writing and give me the necessary alcoholic stimulus my inebriated Leprechaun needs to keep turning this stuff out. I am currently working on Part IV and hope to have it done in the next couple of weeks. I hope to make it a bit longer, because it will involve the remainder of Kyle and Amber's story. I also plan on introducing some genealogy of the Wolfe clan and how the Alpha is chosen. There will also be a concert with one of my favorite bands, of which the lead singer is a vampire. I hope everyone is enjoying my stories. I have a lot of ideas that will involve James and Rachel, but I'm not sure how far I want to take it. Also, I know the time frame of the story is pretty slow, three chapters and it only covers two days. I plan to get things moving much faster after I get them to the cabin. So please be patient as I try to organize the chaotic mess that is my mind and sober up that damn Leprechaun.

Warning: This chapter involves sex scenes that involve dominance and submission play. There is no bondage or anything, just James and Rachel role playing. If you are offended by such subject matter, please feel free to skip this chapter. However, I must warn you that I introduce quite a bit of the main story line here. Please read at your own risk. Thank you.

Despair Eternity

Chapter 6 - The First Night and a Little History

October 3rd - October 4th, 2006

The party had gone on well into the morning. The majority of the time was spent introducing Rachel to several pack members and getting to know them a bit. Several members congratulated the happy couple and spoke briefly about their own mating. James introduced Rachel to several of her new brothers. She was introduced to Brent and his wife Stephanie; despite James's earlier objections, she found Brent to be quite handsome. Lacey and Davey were passed out in his arms, snoring soundly; Davey had shifted sometime during the night and was blissfully naked as he slept in his father's arms. Brent explained that most of his children were grown and already mated. His five eldest were already producing grandchildren; and the eldest granddaughter would give them their first great granddaughter next month.

"I'm almost 75 years old but this is the first time I actually feel my age. I thought once I became a grandfather I would feel the need to slow down. But it will be Rebecca's daughter that will make me feel truly ancient," Brent said with a laugh.

"Too bad grandkids can't make you any prettier you ugly mule!" James responded.

"You're lucky I have kids in my arms or I would be showing you ugly, you insolent little whelp! Rachel, honey? As your first official act as part of the Wolfe clan, would you please kick his ass for me?" Brent pleaded.

Rachel was more than happy to oblige her new brother. She reared back and planted her foot swiftly between James's cheeks. This forced James to yelp like a startled puppy and grab his stinging ass cheeks in complaint. He started to reach for Rachel but she dodged his arms and stuck her tongue out at him. Brent was laughing so hard he had to pass Davey off to Stephanie before he dropped the comatose boy.

You'll pay for that baby.

Game on big boy!

She next met the twins Adam and Douglas, whom everyone simply called Digger. The twins explained they were named after one of their father's favorite authors. They in turn introduced their mates. Adam's mate was a tall Nordic blonde named Ilsa Köpman (Swedish for 'Merchant') Wolfe, who looked like she just stepped off the plane from Sweden; in fact, she was a really distant cousin of Rachel's from Gothenburg, Sweden. She was nearly six feet with ice blue eyes, a DD bust and an ass that would put J - Lo to shame. At first, Rachel feared she would be haughty and condescending; she surprised Rachel by warmly welcoming her to the family and embracing her as a new sister. She explained their kids, which neared a dozen, were spending a few weeks in Sweden visiting their grandparents.

Adam and Ilsa's oldest was nearing the age of Ascension. They explained his mate was a petite little Japanese girl from Okinawa; they began their relationship as pen pals at fifteen. Despite the long distant relationship, Bradon Wolfe and his little Kimiko-chan were quite in love and were planning on meeting each other in Tokyo for their 18th birthday. Mr. Shōten-shu (literally translated as 'Merchant' in Japanese) was 'most honored' to be bound to the Wolfe clan. Bradon was furiously studying the Japanese language and culture for their meeting in six months; he wanted to make a good impression on his future father. Adam was also proud to announce that Ilsa was expecting again and this would make it an even dozen. They both agreed this was the last of them, but no one seemed to believe them.

Digger introduced a fiery redhead with emerald eyes named Mary. She hailed from Dublin, Ireland. They had met quite unexpectedly when Digger was in Ireland on Holiday as a post-graduation present from his parents; yeah, right...Digger had been setup by both sets of parents from the word go. They met at a local tavern where Digger was enjoying his first taste of underage 'legal' drinking. He said when their eyes met it was instant love. They spent the next three weeks with each other until the night of Ascension where he and Mary's father finally spilled the beans. Robert and Maggie were right behind him smiling widely, knowing they had pulled off their little stunt. Mary was a lovely 5'6 with a healthy bust and long, coppery locks that fell around her pale, freckled complexion. She was also very, very pregnant with triplets. She looked like she would pop any second now. Mary said there was still three bloody weeks to go before she got the 'little bastards' out of her. Everyone laughed and ribbed Digger until he was crimson with embarrassment.

Finally there was Kyle. His twin sister Kelly was not able to make it tonight. She was with her husband on a Cherokee reservation in Montana. They owned a large Mustang ranch on the reservation that was in severe negotiations with the government at the moment. The government was trying to convince Kelly and her mate, a man named Three Bears - a giant Cherokee Indian chief and Alpha of the Hunter clan, to sell the land and move the herd a few hundred miles away. It turns out the land the herd was on had recently been part of a national geological survey. A petroleum company had discovered a rather large deposit of oil beneath the reservation; the find was reported to be the largest in Montana's history and would mean several billion in state and federal revenue. Apparently a Montana congressman had sat on the petroleum company's board of directors and owned several shares in the company; he was now lobbying hard in Congress to force the sale of the land. It wasn't necessarily legal, but when has that ever stopped a politician from getting what he wants.

Kelly and her mate were working just as furiously with the Cherokee nation, the Bureau of Indian Affairs, and several state and national groups opposed to the sale and exploitation of the land. A national campaign for 'Save the Mustangs' had taken root and was quickly becoming a thorn in the oil company's side. Robert had set a team of his best lawyers to file an injunction in federal court on behalf of his daughter. The petroleum company and the congressman were fighting real dirty and had already filed suit against them. Last week a group of men were arrested on the reservation trying to kill several Mustangs. Kelly told her brother Kyle and their father they had evidence the poachers were employees of the petroleum company and were hired to make trouble against the Cherokee. The petroleum company flatly denied the allegations and was working furiously to get the evidence thrown out of court. Kelly and Three Bears were working overtime to protect the herd and their reservation, but were supremely confident they would win in the end. They too could fight dirty if necessary. Kyle simply laughed and explained his twin sister was one you never wanted to fuck with. The oil company was in for a cluster fuck and a shit storm rolled into one if this thing continued into a full court battle. He didn't seem too worried about her.

Kyle was a mountain of a man at nearly 7'2 and somewhere in the vicinity of 350lbs. He was built like an NFL linebacker and had wild, unkempt hair that feel where it may. Amber was his polar opposite. She was not only petite, she was tiny. She stood at 5' flat and was barely 100lbs. She had long strawberry-blonde hair that was very straight and braided down her back. Her small pert breasts stood free without the cumbersome irritation of a bra. Amber was also very pregnant with twins. Kyle was beaming like the sun. He explained this was their first children after the incident two years ago. Rachel caught a hint of sadness as Kyle said this, but James quietly told her not to question it; he would tell her later what happened. Rachel simply embraced Amber gingerly and wished many happy congratulations for the couple. She threw her arms around the human tree that was her new brother; Rachel caught a look between the two brothers that showed Kyle was proud for his kid brother and happy to have a new sister.

Finally after enduring the last goodbyes and several more cat calls and whistling, James and Rachel made their way to the front of the manor where a golf cart sat to take them to their new home. James explained the residential area sat in the Northern corner of the compound that bordered another forest. It was quiet and secluded which allowed the pack members to run freely whenever they wished. The entire estate sat on several hectares of a pristine forest reserve that his family and another clan owned and maintained. It was also a great place to raise the young ones, helping them during their first shifting. They made their way slowly in the golf cart as James gave a cursory tour of what they could see by lamp light. It was almost two in the morning when they finally pulled up to a modest looking rambler style ranch home. The yard was fully enclosed and Rachel could hear the barks and yips of two very excited dogs in the back. James laughed and said he would make the introductions in the morning. He said right now was all about teaching a certain little cum slut her place in the bedroom. Rachel was ceremoniously carried across the threshold of their new home. After locking the door and setting the alarm system; James said this was more a precaution than a necessity with all of the external security. But it made him feel just a little bit safer knowing there was another buffer between Rachel and the bad guys.

After he keyed in the alarm code and briefly showed Rachel how to operate the system, James collected his blushing bride and made their way to the master suite. Rachel was astounded to see a king poster bed made of Brazilian rose wood stained a lustrous ebony. The headboard, footboard, and postings were intricately laid in a pewter color with Norse runes and Celtic glyphs. James explained how his father and he spent the whole of last summer in the pack wood shop cutting and shaping the wood. James had laid the runes himself using a traditional hammer and chisel. He proudly pointed out the intricacy of the craftsmanship of each post and explained the significance of the markings.

The first post was an ancient Celtic spell of protection upon the owners of the bed and the house it was contained in. The second post was marked in Nordic runes professing strength and prosperity for the house and its occupants. The third post was a wonderful Gothic love poem written in Gaelic, wrapping around the post like ivy. The final post, James explained, was a mark for fertility and child birth. The Nordic runes and Celtic glyphs spoke of supreme love between a man and woman was evident in the procreation of young. Rachel was overwhelmed by what she was seeing; she was almost afraid to sleep in such a beautiful work of art. James laughed heartily and said he and his dad ensured that the bed was 'reinforced'; it needed to be because of all the use it was about to receive. They quietly disrobed each other and proceeded to touch each other as they worked to bring each other pleasure. James had three fingers jammed in Rachel's cunt as he worked a calloused thumb over her distended clitoris. She in turn worked a tiny hand over his growing erection. James quickly stopped and proceeded to gently push Rachel to her knees, indicating exactly what he expected next. She was more than happy to comply.

Now my little cum slut. I expect you to take my massive cock in that slutty little mouth of yours and work that magical tongue over my hog until I dump no less than a gallon of fuck cream into your belly. Is that understood my little whore?

Oh yes master! It gives me great pleasure to feed upon your gigantic fuck stick. Your wanton little slut is unworthy to service suck a magnificent tool of manliness. Thank you for allowing your little whore to be your personal cum bucket. I desperately need to have your delicious spunk clean my throat and mouth. I have been such a naughty, naughty little slut. I have been teasing and caressing your cock all night long. I could feel how desperately you wanted to fuck my slutty little cunt. I am so wicked for teasing my master in such a matter; I need your cock to make me a good girl again. Would you do that for me master?

If I must my adorable little slut.

Rachel gave James a wickedly impish grin as she opened her mouth wide in preparation for James to shove his cock deep into her throat. All this dominance play was turning both of them on. With a growl James grabbed a fistful of Rachel's hair and proceeded to feed his massive length deep into her throat. James was stilled amazed she took him so deeply and as easily as she did. Rachel closed her eyes as she let James fuck her mouth. Her tongue continually working around his shaft as she worked her throat muscles around the sensitive head, trying to coax out the creamy treat she so desperately wanted.

Oh baby! This feels fantastic. You truly are my little cock slut aren't you? I know what you want and if you keep working your throat...you are going to get...it.

With a primal roar James allowed his orgasm to release the flood gates. His cock emptied its massive load deep down Rachel's esophagus. James was amazed as his orgasm seemed to go on and on; he released an endless stream straight down her throat. Rachel didn't seem to mind in the least; she simply continued to suck and swallow as fast as she could. Her throat continued to milk his seed from his massive balls. With a final groan of release James pulled his cock out of her mouth. He worked his cock briefly to coax a final stream from his cum cannon to coat his beloved mate's tongue. Rachel held the tasty treat in her mouth to show her lover and then with an emphasized working of her throat, swallowed the last of his spending to join the rest of her meal now settled in her stomach.

Mmmm...Good to the last drop baby! Your spunk is so tasty. Your little cum whore hopes she can receive a daily helping of your delicious cream. You have to continue to feed me darling. You have to clean your dirty little whore's mouth everyday with your copious seed. Will you do that for me baby? Will you feed your beautiful mate your fuck cream? Shove that beautiful cock down my throat and blow a tasty load into my tummy?

James could only groan as her filthy mind continued to feed erotic words and imagery to the pleasure centers of his brain. It was better than the most potent aphrodisiac. James picked up Rachel and brought his lips to connect with hers. Their tongues dueled with one another, passing back and forth remnants of James's cum. Rachel groaned as James forced a sculpted thigh between her heated legs. Watching his wanton lover grind herself on his leg; copious amounts of girl cream dripping between them as Rachel tried to bring her own pleasure. She was almost there. Another few seconds and she would feel that little death she had been wanting all night. Suddenly James lifted her from his thigh, her pelvis still thrusting blindly, trying to gain the friction needed to orgasm. Rachel mewled in frustration as James continued to deny her release.

Baby! Please baby! James my gorgeous master...my masterful lover, I need an orgasm. I need to cum so fucking badly. Won't you let your little slut have her release, please? Dear Gods James! I'm begging you love, please!

Just a minute my lovely little nymph, I have to get some towels from the linen closet. With how much you orgasm I will be sleeping in a puddle, otherwise. Now don't get me wrong. I would be more than happy to wallow in your scent for the rest of eternity. But my wolf would never let me sleep. He would demand that I continue to fuck you until we expire from over-exertion.

James walked swiftly to the edge of the bed and threw her on the bed with another bounce and giggle. Gods! He would never tire of her laugh. He walked over to a small closet set near the master bathroom. Inside were several large towels; he grabbed four and brought them back. James laid them underneath Rachel. Ensuring that her love would sufficiently be absorbed into the terry cloth, James forced Rachel to her hands and knees with a gentle smack to her immaculate bottom.

Now my little slut, you are going to take me like the wanton bitch in heat we both know you are. Are you ready my little cum bucket? Are you ready for my godly staff to stab and skewer you in half?

Oh yes master! Plunge that massive meat into my tiny pussy. Pound that baby maker into me until I scream for mercy. I want it so bad. I need to feel your massive cock pounding me into submission. Please Mast...

Without further coaxing James plunged his entire cock into her unsuspecting quim. Rachel went off with a bang as soon as he entered her. She writhed and shook as her release racked her tiny body. But James ignored her release and pounded her relentlessly through her first until she screamed for mercy as a second, larger orgasm ripped her small form. He flipped her body over, still shaking in orgasm. He lifted her easily into the air and reseated himself deeply in her quivering heat. Three more times James repeated this process until the towels and mattress beneath them were soaked with their coupling. By this time Rachel was babbling incoherently and whispering occasional obscenities that made no sense. Her thoughts were a mixture of imagery and disconnected sentence fragments as she road from one peak to the next in a never ending stream of orgasmic bliss.

James chuckled quietly. His beloved little Rachel had most definitely been fucked into submission. Her body was now his to play with. He proceeded to search for his own release as he increased his speed to its maximum. His engorged cock slammed repeatedly against her abused opening. Her battered clitoris was repeatedly stimulated again and again, as James surged and retreated. He could feel one more massive orgasm in Rachel working its way to the surface. Her vaginal muscles continually captured and released his cock, milking and coaxing his cock to release its bountiful contents. With a final demanding thrust James held still as he felt his orgasm rip through his body. He emptied his massive balls' contents in a continuous stream of lust. With a tired groan Rachel also released a final orgasm, signaling her final 'little death' of the evening; her thoughts and actions were completely silent. She had once more passed out; released silently to an orgasmic nirvana. Despite James's best efforts, his side of the bed was still quite damp to the touch. Still connected he and Rachel snuggled closely in the middle of the bed and quickly felt fast asleep. Rachel never even budged as he wrapped his arms around his tiny bride. His cock still proudly buried to the hilt in her velvet glove.




Guardian Wolf Ch. 03



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Sometime during the early morning hours, while the world around them slept peacefully, James awoke to the feeling of Rachel's glorious mouth working frantically to resurrect his cock from the depths of an orgasmic graveyard. James marveled as Rachel relaxed her throat to allow his growing erection entrance. He quietly thanked his lucky stars and the Fates for granting him such a beautiful mate who was also a natural, wanton cock slut. He began to thrust gently in glorious harmony to her oral ministrations. James reached out to gently guide and caress Rachel's head as she continually bobbed up and down on his turgid erection. She seemed to instinctively know when James was close and quietly began to hum around his cock, sending a whole new battery of sensation to the pleasure center of his brain. With a final, gentle thrust James groaned as he allowed his orgasm to overtake his body. Rachel's throat continually closed and opened around the head of his sensitive cock, gently coaxing his seed to sate her voracious appetite.

With a final groan and a 'pop' Rachel allowed his cock to slip from the heavenly realm of her mouth. She smiled wickedly and winked as she made her towards James's mouth. Rachel quietly stalked over his prone form and stopped mere inches above his open mouth. She opened her mouth to offer him a portion of his own cum. As a single string of semen made its way into his awaiting mouth, Rachel quickly closed his mouth with hers; their tongues dueled lovingly with each other. Chasing and retreating into each other's mouth. Each savoring the sensations and unique flavors one had to offer the other. Gods, he never would tire of this woman. Everything about her overwhelmed his senses: her taste, her smell, everything seemed to tug and tease at every single synapse within his lust filled mind. She was wanton sexuality in its purest, most natural state. He thanked his fortunes to know that he could easily overdose upon her womanly offerings each day, every day, for the rest of eternity.

There was no rush this time. There would be no heated marathon to satisfy their selfish lust. This moment in time was for bonding; a mingling of their souls, there essence in the simplest and truest of meanings. This was not fucking, this was making love. Rachel allowed her lips to retreat from James and left a heated trail of kisses and caresses as she worked her way back towards her original destination. Rachel delighted in mapping every rippling muscle, every crease and crevice present on James's body. She was memorizing his frame, his body, storing this information for future reference and exploration. When she finally returned her attentions to the rigid mound of flesh bound between his thighs, his cock was as hard as he could ever remember it being. The head of his cock was leaking precum profusely as it sought to lubricate and gain entrance to that most sacred of places.

Rachel quietly went to her knees and raised her pussy above his cock. Her entrance was weeping silently as it waited to be entered. She slowly allowed the head of his cock entrance and allowed the slow sensations of feeling every sensual millimeter of his glorious cock as it pierced her core. When she was firmly seated and their pubis gently caressing one another, she lifted up and began to dance quietly and sensually upon his cock. He raised his torso and began to nurse gently upon her nipples; lapping and caressing the tender morsels until they were stiff with her own desire. As he continued to quietly kiss and caress her body, James began to thrust upward, meeting Rachel as she descended back, their pelvises grinding together in glorious coitus. But as all dances must go, their tempos inevitably increased until both were thrusting madly upon the other, driving the other to a new level of ecstasy. James paused in mid thrust to gain Rachel's attention. The two lovers looked at each other as they felt a magic claim them. Not wanting to break the silence or the magic of the moment, he spoke quietly to Rachel in her mind.

Rachel, my love, you have said that I know all of what you have to offer, yet you know nothing of me. What I offer you is all that I am. My knowledge, my memories, and my most intimate of fantasies I lay before you. I have marked you for my own and ask that you now mark me.

James bared his neck and with a single swipe of an elongated talon, opened a small wound between clavicle and throat on his right shoulder. His ruby essence began to trickle out in a small stream of blood.

Rachel, my most darling and cherished mate, drink of my blood, taste my essence and claim me as your own. Nothing will be hidden from you. I have neither the ability nor desire to keep anything from you. I want you to know all of me, both the good and the bad. Take my blood and with it my knowledge, my memories, my most intimate of truths are held within. Let us complete the circle of mating, solidifying our bond one to the other. Claim me and know all that I am.

With this last thought, Rachel found her teeth begin to lengthen and sharpen. She could feel new canines form as lupine fangs replaced human teeth. She looked upon the trickle of blood with renewed interest. A look of pure sanguine addiction came over her. Her eyes were bright and feral; specks of amber caught the light of mother Luna in her jaded eyes. Her inner wolf had risen to the surface, taking control of her actions. Her instincts motivated her body to lower her mouth and seal her sharpened fangs over her mate. She claimed him for her own, tasted his flesh and the sweet iron tang of his blood. In a moment she knew James. She saw his true self through her own eyes for the first time. Their souls melded in a moment of supreme clarity; there were no secrets between them. Each saw the other bared to a cosmic vision, naked and vulnerable to a knowing gaze. But there was no judgment; there was only understanding, contentment, and love. Their wolves recognized and accepted each other, laying with each other in eternal bliss. His wolf howled, calling to his mate; her wolf howled to answer his call.

Mine! Rachel thought with a renewed libido after such a spiritual awakening

Yours! Always Yours! James answered as he returned to thrusting madly into her now quivering cunt.

Their screams and moans gained in frequency and pitch until both reached peak, semen and vaginal fluid mixing and coating, white-washing every reachable surface. Both collapsed happy and satisfied, emotional giggles and moans escaped as they cuddled in the afterglow. Rachel licked lovingly at James's neck to close the wound opened in her claiming; her mark remained to signal others that he was hers and hers alone. Sleep came quickly to the bonded lovers, happy and content in one another's embrace.   

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Rachel woke to find James had slipped quietly from her embrace, the warmth of his vacancy still present; at least he hadn't wandered far. The first rays of a new day broke through the large bay window of their new home. She smelt the tantalizing aroma of searing bacon and hash browns wafting through the air, tempting and teasing the olfactory receptors in her nasal cavity. After a quick stop in the bathroom to refresh her mouth and to relieve a full bladder, Rachel quietly padded naked down the hallway. She entered a large great room with adjoining kitchen and dinette. The high cathedral ceilings made it seem much larger than it actually was. James stood quietly in boxer shorts, whistling to himself as he hovered over the stove, tending to their breakfast.

Gorgeous, sexy, has a massive cock, and he knows how to cook. I hit the jackpot baby! Maggie certainly raised you right. Looks like I won't have to train you that much after all; this makes my job a hell of a lot easier.

James chuckled at her little moment of female domination. He quietly placed a cup of fresh coffee in front of Rachel. She added milk and sugar to taste and then sipped at the caffeinated brew.

Mom recognizes wisdom in all things. Even simple things like cooking and cleaning. We Wolfe's are family men and we have to know how to provide for and keep our families. Our mates won't stand for us to be lazy slobs; we have to learn to carry our own weight. It is all a part of being an Alpha. We have to learn how to look after our own family before we look after the larger family: every member of the pack. My dad did not simply inherit his spot in the big house. He had to earn it. It is a long twelve year apprenticeship before the reigning Alpha abdicates to his successor. His father, my grandfather, wanted to make damn sure Dad knew what the hell he was doing before he handed over the reins. This tradition has carried on for as long as there has been a Wolfe clan. Our mates are our equals in all things; that includes the duties of the house and child rearing. Besides, since you now have official sanction to kick my ass whenever I get 'too big for my britches', I figure I need to work just that much harder to stay in your saving graces. I really like my ass; I don't need to have it tenderized too often, thank you very much. Plus I hear the fringe benefits for helping around the house can be quite pleasurable.

Yes, they are love. In fact, I see a bonus in your immediate future.

Rachel moved immediately to kneel before James. With a single, liquid movement that belied her experience, Rachel lowered his boxer briefs and seated his cock deep in her throat before James could even think to object. The pleasure was immediate and intense. James had to turn down the heat on the burners, lest he lose track of time and burn their food. Sweet Mother Luna! His girl knew how to suck cock. Rachel quickly built to a steady rhythm making use of her throat muscles to coax and caress the head of his very sensitive cock. James looked down at his cock hungry mate as she continued to service his staff with relish. He watched her mouth move up and down his rigid pole; the softness of her tongue running the length of the thick vein underneath. He caught her gaze as she continued to bob up and down; her eyes had taken on a feral look signaling her wolf had made her presence known.

Suddenly he felt her tongue wrap around his shaft...not just sliding to the side or along the base...it encompassed his girth like the most sensuous of gloves. Rachel's tongue had taken on a life of its own as he felt her tongue literally wrap around his girth like a boa threatening to constrict the essence from his bloated cock. The added movement of her tongue strangling his shaft coupled with her throat milking his sensitive head proved too much for James. He started to shudder as a massive orgasm took hold of his body. The trembling started in his toes and traveled up his legs and thighs were it merged chaotically in his groan. His cock bucked ferociously in Rachel's mouth as he erupted long and hard down her throat. James screamed and had to quickly grab the counter top lest he lose his balance as the orgasm continued to torment his body.

She was literally sucking the life out of his body as he felt his strength leave him; his knees buckling as he quickly sank the kitchen floor. Rachel never relinquished her prize but simply followed his movement until her face was buried in his crotch. One last spurt echoed the finality of the best blow job his twisted, perverted brain could ever hope to concoct. He was in an appropriate position as he felt compelled to fall down and worship this goddess before him. His mind was in blissful turmoil as his brain frantically struggled to restore order after the mental earthquake that had shaken his temporal foundation to its very core. James felt like every synapse and nerve ending had fired at once, leaving his body helpless to this gorgeous creature now kneeling before him. He was powerless before her sensuality and beauty.

Rachel released his cock with a loud 'pop' and proceeded to wash and clean every tender ridge of his wilting cock. When she finally lifted her head to hold his gaze, Rachel looked like the cat that had just eaten an entire bucket of cream. The smug look upon her face was all that needed to be said; she had rocked his world and opened his senses to a higher level of nirvana. There are no words in any language to describe the sheer transcendental experience witnessed here. A feeling so powerful there is no description; a sensation so unique it carries no name. But James had to say something, anything to express what he felt. He hoped beyond hope that by opening his mouth, the words would miraculously come forth; words that could fill pages of wanting, of pleasure, of the undying devotion he now felt for her. Instead what followed can only be described appropriately as 'babbling like a freaking idiot':

"What...how...Gods! Uh...Wow! My...tongue...good...boa...you...Fuck!"

(Shakespeare, eat your heart out.)

Rachel giggled and quickly put a finger over his lips to silence her poor man until his brain had a chance to catch up to the rest of him. After several minutes the haze lifted and James was once more able to focus with the mental acumen approaching sentient thought. When James felt he was able to place two consecutive words together without stumbling over himself and spraining his brain once more, he braved to open his mouth again.

"I guess I should cook breakfast more often, huh?" James said weakly.

Rachel broke down in a fit of laughter; James simply stared goofily at her with a look of complete contentment on his face. There is a supreme gratification in rendering your mate speechless she decided; to hear such a reply after several minutes of silence was priceless.

"How the hell did you do that?" he asked.

"I can't describe it. I let go of myself and followed my instinct. My girl did the rest." Rachel said proudly.

"Remind me to thank her personally when we finally meet in three days," James said.

"What happens in three days?" she asked.

"It's the full moon and it will be the first time you shift to wolf. We have a cabin up north about two hours that all Wolfe Alphas take their mates to; it is the most appropriate place to help newly turned mates shift. It is beautiful, secluded, and very private. It is the perfect place for your first transformation and ideal for you to get to know your girl personally. I have us staying there until the end of the month. Don't worry about school, everything has been arranged and we will be right on track when we return. This will give you plenty of opportunity to become comfortable in shifting between all three forms and develop your tracking and fighting skills.

As the future female Alpha you will need these to be an effective leader; they are essential during our monthly pack hunts and runs, helping to protect the other females and children, and helping me with official pack business when I take over at 30. Madam Alpha is an extremely important and honored role. You are not only helping to represent and protect the Wolfe clan and our local pack, but you become den mother to a pack of nearly 100 wolves. It all seems overwhelming right now, but trust me, when the time comes you will be a most formidable madam Alpha. I would dare say as intelligent and powerful as my mother," James said this reassuringly as he watched fear and doubt creep into her thoughts.

"But right now the important thing is getting ourselves fed so we can clean up and get things rolling for the day. We are already getting a late start because SOMEBODY had to disconnect the signals between my brain and the rest of my body with a blow job that would make a eunuch cum. I'm serious babe. I think I hurt my nuts with that last one. I hope they eventually fill out from their current raisin size. I would hate to deprive you of what, seems to me, is becoming your favorite snack," James chuckled as he turned his attention back to the food forgotten on the range.

"Damn right it's my new favorite snack! Your tasty spunk is better than a Mario protein power-up. I'm sorry baby. You have created a monster out of me. I have become a genuine cum junky for your seed. And I'm afraid withdrawal would have severe adverse affects to your health," Rachel said in a cautionary tone.

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind. Note to self: never deny Rachel her protein 'snack'. The effects of which could be disastrous for me and my anatomy. I don't know babe. It will take all my self control to resist letting you blow me. I'm afraid you have me between my cock and a hard place," James snickered at his own joke.

Rachel rolled her eyes at James's lame pun.

"Ah! I see Dork Vader's ship has landed. I was wondering when I would be seeing him again. It never ceases to amaze me babe, how you can go from a walking Adonis, wanton sex god to Herschel Nerdenbaum, pocket protector emperor of all dorkdom in less than a blink of an eye. To think the years of practice it must have taken to develop such a power?" Rachel said sarcastically as she set place mats and flat wear at the island bar.

"I'm a natural babe. The dork side of the force is very strong in my family; it is only passed down between father and sons. My sons will be very powerful someday," James said simply as he dished large portions of eggs, hashed browns, and bacon on two plates. He placed these on the table.

"Oh dear Gods no! I'm going to have to keep the twins away from you. My only hope will be to have more daughters than sons to outweigh your evil deeds of dorkness," Rachel laughed as she buttered several pieces of toast as she retrieved them from the toaster.

She felt James step behind her and wrapped his massive arms around her tiny frame. He lowered his mouth and breathed heavily on her naked skin. His breath was wicked hot, but it made her shiver madly with desire. He began nibbling and caressing her ears and throat. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she felt her temperature spike and her pussy begin to flow.

"One can only hope if we do have daughters, they will be as lovely and intelligent as their mother," he whispered huskily into her ear.

James lowered his left hand to her searing heat, placing three fingers gently inside as he proceeded to masturbate his wife with wild abandon. With his right hand he pulled and teased Rachel's nipples roughly until they ached; Rachel gasped and moaned as he abused her sensitive nubs. God she was so turned on! She knew she wouldn't last long and, for once, she was grateful. James roughly rubbed his growing erection between her glorious ass cheeks as he rubbed and caressed her pleasure button. Within minutes of his caress, Rachel went off like a bottle rocket. Her orgasm rushed through her tiny body with a vengeance as she screeched and bucked wildly, fucking herself madly on James's fingers. James continued to gently hold Rachel as she gently floated down to Earth, careful to not let her fall. He lifted her easily into his arms and with a final sensuous kiss he placed her firmly in the seat next to him.

"What were we talking about?" she asked dreamily.

"It doesn't matter now. The only thing that is important is I was able to get a little payback for that glorious blow job. I will have to make final payment later," James said. Rachel smiled at what this entailed and was more than willing to collect.

As the young couple dug into their breakfast, they talked briefly about what was going to happen today and where they were going. After a quick shower and a tour of the house, James would take her back up to the mansion to show her around there. Afterwards they would go shopping for food and supplies that would help tide them over while up at the cabin. James explained the change required a lot of energy and would play havoc on her hormones for a couple of days. This equated to mass quantities of two things: food and sex. Rachel giggled and said she saw absolutely no problem with this. They would make another quick stop at Robert's office and sign the restraining order so it could be registered with the city council and police force; there was also some other paperwork his dad said needed to be addressed before they left. James said he wanted to take her on the tour of some of the company facilities and plants located nearby, but there was too much to see in one day; they would take a weekend and look around after they came back. He planned to be on the road to the cabin by early evening. James said they would need to make a couple of stops on the way; he said it was a final birthday surprise he was saving for today.




Guardian Wolf Ch. 03



When Rachel prodded as to what the surprise was James said he was not letting this out in the open. Rachel tried to search her memory to see if James had let it slip when they shared their memories this morning. All that she was able to see was James giggling happily her reaction to the surprise; everything else was a fuzzy blur. This pissed her off to no end. She hated being left in the dark, especially when it concerned her; doubly so when it involved potential birthday surprises. Every time she tried to concentrate on something in particular, she could see certain things, but everything else was a blur. Not wanting to give herself a headache, Rachel broke down and asked James for help.

"James, tell me something. I'm supposed to have all these new memories from what happened yesterday, but everything still seems fuzzy. I feel so much closer to you after what we did this morning; like our wolves have met and recognized each other, but when I try to concentrate on anything in particular, it loses clarity. Can you help me understand this?"

"Of course babe, you have to understand Rachel that what happened to you last night and again this morning is the equivalent to sensory overload; a complete memory dump, if you will. There is so much information being shoved into your subconscious and long term memory, in such a short amount of time, it kind of overloads a person. This is again my fault. If I hadn't been such a puss in talking to you and introduced myself a month ago like I was supposed to, I could have helped prepare your mind for the transition. I was suppose to show you how to properly organize your thoughts through meditation and breathing exercises; I will still show you up at the cabin, but it is now just to help clean up the clutter and dust away the cobwebs in your memory," James said with an apologetic wave of his fork.

"Why didn't you introduce yourself before yesterday? After you caught me at that homecoming game, I was waiting for you to make a move. Did you feel the connection we had when our eyes met after you caught me? I swore I would cream my panties then and there I was so turned on. I waited after the game looking for you but you had disappeared. I wanted to go looking for you, but that asshole Jayden wanted me to go to a party with a bunch of his football buddies. I said I was tired and didn't want to go, but the prick insisted. I guess he wanted some arm candy or some stupid shit like that. Gods! How did I ever put up with this whole high school social drama? The whole concept is so fucking retarded; it has absolutely no bearing in the real world."

"Honestly, I was scared shitless of you rejecting me; your beauty and confidence intimidated me immensely. If it wasn't for Marcus talking some sense into me and my wolf finally asserting himself, your parents would have had to figure out some bullshit reason to get you to the house. It has happened before and it isn't the best way to meet your mate. I'm glad I was able to talk to you alone before the rites; I wanted to explain a little of what was going to happen on my own terms. I'm still blown away you are accepting this the way you are. I mean, for all intents and purposes, we are married now. I am still trying to wrap my mind around the whole concept myself. It is one thing to accept in theory, but it is something else to experience.

Don't get me wrong. I'm ecstatic to be with you. You are beyond my wildest dreams and fantasies. I can't tell you how much I masturbated about you in my fantasies; I was afraid I would develop carpal tunnel before too long. I have no hesitation to scream my love and adoration for you; if it took tattooing my body with 'I love Rachel Merchant' all over my body, I would do it in a heartbeat. Mom wasn't kidding when she said we men love our mates unconditionally; I would lay down my life for Rachel. You are my life. But my logical side is telling me I should be more freaked out about the situation. I'm sure your brain is screaming the same thing at you. Shouldn't this scare you more than it does? I was worried the thought of mating a complete stranger and bearing a bunch of kids would have you running for the hills," James said, letting Rachel see his own insecurities for the first time.

"I know what you mean. I keep telling myself I should be dreaming and this wonderful experience will be nothing more than a great fantasy to masturbate to. I will wake up and still have to deal with that ass Jayden. The logical side of my brain keeps trying to convince my heart that this is too good to be true. I keep trying to convince myself that no one, human or otherwise falls instantly and madly in love; it's just not done. I don't know if I am trying to scare myself or to see if I am truly in absolute control of my emotions. Even the thought of children with you excites me James; the thought of being pregnant with your babies makes me feel warm and happy. I have never had a family beyond my parents and the thought of creating one with you is both exciting and calming at the same time, if that makes any sense," Rachel said as she was searching for words to express what her heart already knew.

"If this is some perverse dream, I pray I never wake up. I know our lives won't be perfect. There will be arguments, problems, and hardships. We will have to work hard together to keep this pack happy and content. My father says he has two full time jobs and being CEO of a massive corporation is the easier of the two. But as long as I am with you, I have no fear. My mind and heart are content to accept things as they come. The sex is sensational and I pray it only gets better, but it pales to the fact that you are here, now. As long as we are together I can conquer armies and scale the highest mountains. I know that I would die if I ever lost you; I would simply lose the will to live. Mom was correct; soul mates are two halves of the same whole. That's all I can say babe...I love you more than words," James said with such finality that silenced and lingering doubt that they were to be together for the rest of time.

Rachel threw her arms around her lover, mate, and husband. James certainly had a way with words. It must come with the territory of being an Alpha. She was more excited now than ever to be mated to him. She saw the confidence and truth in his words and any argument or question her brain was still trying to raise were quickly squashed by her heart. There would be no more arguments when it came to them. They were together; they were in love; they would have children. Everything else was superfluous. She kissed him furiously as she crushed his massive frame with her petite one. She was about to initiate another round of love making when there was a tirade of commotion in the backyard. A series of barks were heard and a faint scratching came from the French doors that led to the patio.

"It looks like the kids are up and hungry. Go throw on a robe or something babe; it's time to meet the family. I warn you though, you are probably going to get a tongue bath from the little one; she is still a puppy. She is very affectionate and doesn't quite understand the meaning of 'stop' yet," James said with a laugh.

Rachel rushed to the bedroom to find a pair of her pajama bottoms and a t-shirt in an open moving box; it looks like her parents had already moved her stuff. One less thing she would have to worry about. James opened the back door and stepped onto the patio. Outside two shapes were jumping and vying for attention as James struggled to get them to settle down. Finally with a commanding 'sit' and a brief, but firm growl with his sub vocals he got the two to finally calm down. After James was satisfied they wouldn't rush and tackle their new mistress, James motioned for Rachel to come outside.

When Rachel stepped out on to the porch she noticed two very excited and animated Labrador retrievers sitting patiently until their master released them to attack their new friend. Their tails were brushing the finished concrete frantically; a consistent swishing noise could be heard as they displayed their excitement. The bigger of the two was a male golden, his face paling with age slowly turning his face and muzzle white. His eyes were still clear and bright, showing there were still a few years left in him. The smaller of the two was clearly female. She showed all the eagerness and playfulness of a dog that was still very much a puppy. Her coat was a silky black, but her stomach and paws showed a creamy white. Her ears were long and floppy and her muzzle was a bit shorter than a traditional Labrador. Rachel suspected a mixed breed. All in all, both were gorgeous and well behaved dogs. James laughed as the male continued to bump and muzzle his master's hand, urging him to continue scratching his ears every time James tried to stop.

"Okay babe. These are our dogs. This old man here is called Chubbie. Ilsa found him sitting in her yard playing with the kids. He walked in and simply adopted the kids as his own. They have too many pets already and the city wouldn't allow another dog. She knew I had always wanted another dog since my first one passed away a few years ago. Adam gave me a ring before they notified animal services. I followed the officer back to the shelter and put a hold on him. Five days later he came to live with us. He quickly became big brother to all the younglings and Lacey is firmly convinced that he is part wolf. He keeps an eye on them and lets them know when they are getting too rowdy, don't ya Chubs?"

At the sound of his name, Chubbie bumped his muzzle against James's hand and began to wag his tail faster. James scratched his ears for a couple of minutes before he told Chubbie to lie down. After acknowledging the command, James walked over to the little girl that was now straining not to break her master's command and simply jump Rachel there and now.

"This little rambunctious black beastie is Roxy. I got her last year as a birthday present. She was only a few weeks old and freshly weaned from her mother. She's actually not pure Labrador but a Labradinger. Her father is a black Labrador that knocked up a female Springer spaniel. You can see her mother in her white coat and her extra long ears and shorter muzzle. She is very affectionate and loves to give kisses. Just be careful though. She tends to get a little aggressive and will try to shove her tongue in your mouth. Not the most pleasant experience to french a dog. You want to meet Rachel, Roxy? Well go on then, go say 'hi'," James said as Roxy leapt at Rachel's kneeling form.

James didn't even get to the word 'go' before Roxy broke from her position and proceeded to knock a laughing Rachel over and cuddle her. Rachel's face was practically dripping after Roxy finished saying hello. The only thing that saved Rachel was the sound of kibble hitting the food bowls. Rachel was completely forgotten as both dogs raced to inhale their breakfast. Both ate quickly and switched places to clean each other's bowl clean. Chubbie returned to nudge James hand and Roxy returned to Rachel to give her new mistress another smooch. Roxy managed to give a little tongue because Rachel stood up quickly shaking her head and spitting.

James laughed and said, "Yum! Kibble flavored kisses!"

Ewww! Yuck! She tongued me!

I warned you, didn't I? She was just coming to show you that she cleaned her plate. Looks like you have a new best friend baby. I would keep an eye out for a four legged shadow from now on. Roxy will want to make sure that you aren't going to go anywhere after we settle in. But come on, I want to show you the house before we go back over to the mansion. I want to see what you think about some ideas of mine.

James led her back through the doors into the great room. Beside the master bedroom and bath there were two additional rooms that could be used as bedrooms or a home office and den. James pointed to the one closest to the master suite. He told her his idea about turning it into a nursery. Rachel said it sounded perfect. There was also a full bathroom with shower and jetted tub. James led her downstairs to an unfinished basement. The concrete was cold on her bare feet. The basement itself was almost 1500 square feet unfinished. James pointed out where he thought a living room would go and pointed to the other end where he thought about building two or three bedrooms and a second bathroom. It would be a good place for the kids when they got older.

"Once we move to the mansion in a few years, I think it would be a good home for a young family looking to expand from one of the other pack starter homes. With two or three bedrooms and another bath, in addition to this family room here, it will be a great place for the family to come and relax. It is much cooler down here in the summer and we can place a second heating unit for use during the winter. What do you think?" James asked as they headed upstairs to get out of the cold basement.

"It sounds good to me, but can we really afford something like this? I mean we are still in high school and we don't have jobs and we still have college to worry about and once we start a family that will just add more financial stress. I mean can the pack really afford to house all of us? I don't want to be a burden on your parents or other pack members. I want to pull my own weight...What?" Rachel asked confused at James amusement.

"Babe, there are a few things you have to learn about the pack and people in our world, in general. The first thing you have to learn about being immortal is patience; we are going to be around on this Earth for a long time. Even if we lost everything, every materialistic item, we would survive; we would rebuild and move on. Trust me. It has happened more than once in our clan history. It can happen again. It's cliché, but as long as we have each other we are good. It takes a lot to get rid of us immortals. I figure I should tell you now before I forget. If we aren't beheaded or shot in the head, stabbed or shot through the heart with silver or bleed out, we aren't going down. Patience is vital when you are talking about eternity; you learn real fast not to sweat the small stuff. Material goods, luxuries, and even this house will be gone long before we are. I know being human and having to depend on such things was important in your world; but in ours, remember it is just stuff.

Second thing to understand is that the pack is family. From the lowliest omega to my father and mother, we all share what we have. We look out for and protect each other. We share our triumphs and our hardships alike. Our clan is successful because we have worked hard for it and we have shared within our clan and our pack. The supernatural world, as a whole, has let go of such petty things as greed and material possessions; there are a few pricks still left out there who don't quite get it, but they are in the vast minority. Yes we do have nice things and yes we enjoy using them, but they aren't that important. This is probably the hardest thing for humans who don't know what we are to understand. The human world is very much centered on the individual: how much do I have and how much I can get. The supernatural world is quite different. You've heard of Karl Marx right? He helped develop the idea of socialism and a utopian society. One of the few humans to ever come close to what it can mean to be immortal. I wouldn't doubt it if some of his buddies in Germany were from our world. But again, the human world took his ideas and tried to apply them to a world that won't fully accept the needs of the group over the individual. It was and still is one of the many reasons why our existence remains a secret; human greed is a cancer that destroys from within.

You see everything on this compound is bought from a community fund. Every dollar earned through our companies, our restaurants, our exports and imports, every subsidiary is held and maintained in pack owned banks; the interest from the accounts alone pays for much of what we use. Also we are quite self sufficient. We manufacture and build much of what we own ourselves. This house was built by a neighboring clan's construction company. They built much of what is on this compound. Brent owns and operates several feed lots and meat packing plants in Texas; he provides a lot of meat, I mean a lot, to the Archer clan for raw lumber and other building supplies. They cut us a great deal for this house because he keeps their Alpha up to his eyeballs in prime rib.

If we can't produce what we want or need, we can barter or trade for it with other clans and the other great Houses. The supernatural community as a whole has a thriving economy that is quite separate from the human equivalent. We do business with the humans, of course, but the majority is with others of our own kind. The best part of it is that our form of economy is virtually recession proof. My dad managed to steer several of our companies through the great depression with few casualties. And before you stop me, when I say humans, I mean those who don't know what we are. Humans who are guild and tied to a great House are considered family; your parents are considered pack of their own right. They have given and earned as much as any other member of the Wolfe clan.

And finally, my little sugar britches, we are not free loaders. Marcus and I build and maintain much of the IT infrastructure used here at the compound. We also upgraded the corporate network at my dad's headquarters a year ago. With a few more of our friends and cousins, we are essentially the company's IT support team. I have worked hard for my father since I was fifteen; I am his son, but when I am on company property I am first and foremost an employee. He wouldn't hesitate to first fire then kick my ass if he feels I am not doing my share of the work. I work several hours a week after school and a lot of weekends. It hasn't been a problem before now since my social calendar was less than stellar. But with everything that will happen in the next couple of years, things will change quite a bit. I will still be expected to put in a lot of hours at the company, and my Dad expects me to finish my schooling with top marks and be a good father and husband to my growing family. I already have built up a substantial savings with my salary and some small investments my father has urged me to pursue. In addition to a steady income, I own a couple of small patents that pay a decent royalty, just a couple simple electronic devices that have a surprisingly large market. We are doing just fine right now; we are definitely not going to starve.

Our families, the Wolfe's and the Merchant's, have been doing things this way for centuries. Newly mated pairs are setup with a home and a steady income, we help educate them in a desired trade or major, and then help them get settled into a job of their choosing. When children come into the picture, we have grandparents and other pack members to help raise and babysit the pups while the parents work and go to school. And despite our baby-hungry parent's intentions, we can wait as long as necessary until we feel we are ready for children. When they do come, you will have a virtual army of babysitters and a vast array of knowledge to help ease us into parenthood. Like I said babe, the pack helps take care of its own. I know you are a single child and this whole family thing is new to you, but you just fell into the largest extended family you could ever hope for. Give it a couple of years; you will be dying for an extended stay of privacy from this mob." James said.

"That's another thing I was curious about. Just how often does a female come into heat? I thought with the whole immortality thing, and your siblings all being much older, you would have a shit load more nieces and nephews. Will a female become pregnant every time she goes into heat? I'm trying to wrap my head around just how many kids you and I can have...will have. This whole situation is so surreal, it is asking a lot for my brain to accept it all," Rachel said as she was trying to sort out a wealth of new knowledge.




Guardian Wolf Ch. 03



James was trying not to laugh at his mate. Leave it to Rachel to cut right through the fantasy of the whole situation and get to the gritty details. Brian and Natalie said Rachel was very detail-oriented; she wanted to know exactly what she was getting herself into before she truly committed to something. Her heart may be fully immersed, but her brain was still tentatively testing the waters of this relationship. James could fully understand her situation; it had taken months of talks with his mother before he was fully committed to this whole idea of mating a complete stranger. He knew he loved Rachel with his entire being, but that didn't stop his brain from wanting to know why.

She didn't have the luxury of knowing the outcome to her future before they met. Despite her apparent acceptance of him and their love, James knew it would be an uphill battle until Rachel was fully satisfied with her new surroundings. Even to one as open minded and rational as Rachel, an Alpha mating was a surreal experience for anyone. It would take time for her brain to catch up with her heart. The only thing James could do was to be there and help her along. There was still a lot of danger out there in the world. She would have to be strong to overcome what lay ahead for them. The best thing was she was not alone; she had a new family to lean on for support. They would be the bedrock for her to build upon. Even during the darkest moments in their lives, there will always be someone there for them. James knew there were three things that would help her the most: love, knowledge, and training. He and his family would provide her with all three.

"A female can come in to heat three or four times a year, beginning the first spring after she is turned or after her 18th birthday. And yes, during this time, if her mate ejaculates inside her while she is in heat, she will become pregnant. Outside of this short window, there is no chance of pregnancy. A female body can continue to support a pup as long as she stays healthy. Female Lycan don't go through menopause like human females. As long as she is still fertile, and her mate is still virile, there will be pups. Multiple births are very common among us, especially the younger females. It is not uncommon for a female to have several sets of twins or higher during her mating lifetime. It is not common anymore, but during the early years when our numbers were still quite small, it was very acceptable for mates to have several dozen children.

My brother Adam seems to be trying to bring back the tradition. I swear he is determined to keep Ilsa barefoot and pregnant for the next century. That boy loves laying pipe way too much and has yet to figure out he can come someplace other than Ilsa's vagina. You heard them say Ilsa is pregnant again and this, of course, is there last child? Don't believe it. They have been saying that for the last three children. Each time they act SO surprised they are going to have another child. If they were really serious about not having any more children they good go the route my dad did; he had a vasectomy shortly after I was born. Mom insisted he get neutered so they wouldn't have any more surprises after me. Mom says she was tired of pushing us out of her own vagina. She was more than content to let one of her daughters do it for her from now on. She loves being a grandma and doesn't regret not having more children.

Now most mated couples, after the first birthing of pups, choose to wait a few years to have more children. When the female goes into heat, the male can either wear a condom, which in most cases doesn't work because of our general size, ejaculate outside, or they can abstain all together. It is very difficult for male werewolves to abstain from sex when their females are in heat. The natural pull to impregnate a fertile mate is extremely strong in us. Luckily most females tend to come into heat at around the same time, so the fertile periods are easy to predict. Watch in the coming months, the males who are mated will pack and leave for about a week to get away from their over-sexed bitches. Otherwise, there would be many, many more children running around here.

Most of the males will usually head up into the mountains to our cabin where they spend a week or so hunting and fishing; it has turned into quite a period of male bonding. Since we share the cabin and the land with the Archer clan, it is also a great time for the male leadership to reaffirm bonds and kinship with their counterparts. To tell you the truth, I think they spend their time up there drinking and telling fabulous lies to one another until it is time to come back; I doubt there is much work being done.

As for the females, it can become a little chaotic. They are usually sequestered away from the rest of the pack to minimize distractions. A heated female can be quite distracting to the younger omegas that have yet to be mated. They usually get to spend the week on guard duty, away from the estrogen Molotov cocktail. Without a male to sate a female's hormonal sex drive, they usually turn to one another for a time. Don't be too surprised to discover that many females have taken several female lovers over the years until the men feel it is safe to come back. My mother and her sister Camille were known to be quite close. Dad and Bill still like to talk about how 'hot' it was to see those two go at each other. I'm sure Katy and Abby wouldn't mind letting you join in their fun during this time, they seem to like you very much. I would watch out for your butt hole, though; I have heard stories about those two and their preference for anal play."

Rachel blushed as she remembered Abby's comment about her sister's 'punishment'. She wasn't quite sure how she felt about a temporary lesbian encounter. But again, if her hormones are thrown for a loop and she won't be able to control herself, beggars can't be choosers. She figured a tongue was just as good as her fingers or a toy.

Babe. James thought in her head. There is no moral dilemma for same sex partners in our world. There is no stigma when it comes to sex in the pack. Even if a pair is mated, having an additional partner is quite acceptable during these times. Hell, I've even heard some of the males take an erstwhile lover up at the cabin. It's not my thing, but who am I to judge? When we are with our mates we are fiercely loyal and monogamous. But we are also a very sexual species, especially during mating periods; if you decide to have some fun with another female, I won't be against it.

Yeah. Sure. I'm sure you will be all torn up inside knowing I am getting it on with another woman. Men! You probably sequester us on purpose so you can instigate a massive female orgy. Even as immortals with centuries of knowledge, you seem to act like a bunch of overgrown six year olds.

Rachel looked to see that James had reddened a little bit as she imagined a sexual female congress en mass. Her thoughts and fantasies spilled over into his thoughts. She noticed his cock quickly lengthen and thicken as he imagined a pile of sweaty females in the throes of passion. His cock was now sticking out of his boxers like a divining rod searching for her watering hole.

Oh baby! Did I do that? We better go take care of that. We can't have you walking around the compound like that. What would the others think of me? They would think I wasn't properly taking care of my man. She thought this with a wicked grin on her face.

You naughty minx! You know very well you did this to me with all your perverted thoughts. You have three seconds to get your ass in that bedroom before I lose control. Three...Two...

Rachel broke for the bedroom in a dead run. She had just made it to the bed when she was tackled into the mattress by a growling James. She was laughing and giggling as he proceeded to ravish her body with little kisses and bites to her skin. He bit the back of her neck just above her spine; the tingling sensation caused her to moan as James lit the pilot light that quickly ignited into a roaring inferno of lust. She gasped as James flipped her over and relieved Rachel of her clothing. Their love making was quick and frantic. Neither was in the mood for slow and gentle as they rutted furiously, each trying to bring the other to orgasm as quickly as possible. Each screamed unintelligible obscenities and oaths as they came together, their bodies bruised and red from the ferocity of their coupling. Sated the couple sat gasping in each other's arms, trying to bring their heartbeats back to a healthy rhythm. James and Rachel looked at each other and giggled tiredly as they both made their way to the shower.

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Rachel and James walked happily together into the master bathroom. Their shower was an exact copy of the one they had used in the mansion. Rachel marveled at its simple elegance and the futuristic feel of its technological components.

"Our company created the electronic interface that powers the shower. Because most of the internal components are 'off the shelf' and readily accessible, the overall cost of a single unit is quite reasonable. They are easy to manufacture and easier to install. We have a contract with a subsidiary of the Archer clan that gives them exclusive rights to manufacture shower units with our electronics. They are very popular and have become very profitable for both our companies. Last year alone we sold nearly a million units worldwide and, so far this year, we are on track to double last year's sales figures. I helped to develop a new heat sensor that measures the water temperature coming through the pipes. For whatever reason, if the water gets above a certain temperature, it closes an electronic safety valve that shuts the water off immediately before someone is scalded. I get ten cents for each unit we sell. It doesn't sound like a whole lot, but you do the math. Ten cents times a million sums up pretty quickly. I had Dad invest my royalties in a few tech stocks last year; I plan on using the dividends as part of our retirement or roll them into an education trust fund for our kids," James said as he set the temperature to 100º.

Rachel was amazed. They must really not have to worry about money. James didn't even blink an eye as he said he had earned over $100,000 with his invention and was working on another $200,000 this year. And he wasn't even using the money. He had invested the money for their kids. Every time she thought she had started to figure James out, he surprised her. They stepped into the shower and began to wash each other's bodies, paying close attention not to aggravate their tender sexes. After washing her back and buttocks, he turned around to let her do the same thing. It was here she noticed that James had some tattoos on his back.

The art work was exquisite. Rachel traced the tattoos as she studied them. On his left shoulder blade it showed a samurai sitting in a traditional repose, kneeling with his legs beneath him. The samurai was dressed in full battle armor with ornate head gear and a half face mask. As she looked closer she could see that the armor was torn open and bloody. The face mask was cracked and broken. Part of the samurai's face was torn open revealing the skull beneath, the right eye was gone from its socket and the cheek was shredded open to the jaw line. The warrior's chest plate was open revealing a sculpted chest; the warrior's chest was wrapped in traditional silk wrappings... Rachel gasped. The samurai's short sword, his wakizashi, was plunged deep into his abdomen as the samurai committed seppuku, the ritualized suicide of the samurai where the warrior disembowels himself. The artwork was beautiful if not gruesome. Beneath the dead warrior was the Japanese kanji symbol (shi) for death.

There were two names listed below the tattoo in beautiful Gothic script: Evelyn Samantha Wolfe (born August 9th, 2004 - died August 9th, 2004) and Mikaela Rose Wolfe (born August 9th, 2004 - died August 9th, 2004). James could hear the emotion in Rachel's voice as she read the names forever engraved in his flesh.

James spoke softly as Rachel's emotions threatened to overcome her, "Amber's pups; two little girls. They were stillborn after Kyle rescued her. She had been too traumatized by the whole fiasco and she miscarried that night. I wanted to memorialize those in our family who are lost to us; a constant reminder that despite our immortality, life can quickly be extinguished before it's time. It helps me to remember that despite our best intentions, those we love can die. It motivates me to protect those I love all the more. I never want to have to add another name to the list ever again; the emotional pain is far worse than the physical. All though I fear there will be more names to add in the future; life can often be cruel to the innocence in the world."

James picked Rachel up and cradled her softly to his chest as he exited the shower. He retrieved two large towels from the linen closest, continuing to the bed where he proceeded to gently dry and comfort his wife. James was deeply moved by Rachel's reaction. He could feel the emotion his mate felt for these two little girls who were taken cruelly from this world. She did not know them, but she grieved for them as if they were her own. Every time he thought his love for his Rachel was all encompassing, his heart grew a little more to allow that much more love to enter.

"James, please tell me what happened. I can't make heads or tails of the images I am seeing in my head. Tell me about the kidnapping James, please. I want to know what happened to Amber," Rachel pleaded quietly.

James sighed heavily. He knew he would tell her, he would tell her anything she asked. But just because he was totally honest with his mate, doesn't mean he liked the subject matter.

"I'll tell you, but you aren't going to like the story. I'm just glad Amber made it out of it alive," James paused to organize his thoughts before he continued.

"It was two years ago last August. Kyle and Amber were expecting twins again. This was their first set of pups in several years. They wanted to wait until the older children were grown and mated before continuing with their family. Amber loves children and has always wanted a large family; she came from another single child family like you. Kyle adores Amber and he can't seem to deny his little mate anything. If she wants a hundred children, Kyle will do his damnedest to give her what she wants. He may be built like a tank, but he has the heart and disposition of a teddy bear. He is a huge pushover and Amber has just the right leverage to make him topple," James paused for a moment as he pulled a t-shirt over his head.

Rachel had to giggle as she imagined the giant Kyle falling over like a hundred year old redwood. A tiny woman conquered this mountain of a man. Amber seemed like a kind and sweet woman. Who would ever be so cruel as to attack a company through their family?

"The answer to your thought is simple babe: Grigor Ivanovich Khrushchev. Grigor was an absolute sadist and hold over from the old Soviet bloc. He was a grandson of Nikita Khrushchev, the Soviet premier during the sixties. Remember, he is the one that went head-to-head with Kennedy during the Cuba missile crisis? Grigor started his life out in the military. He was Spetsnaz in the Red Army before being chosen for officer school; through sheer intelligence, brutality, and outstanding political ties, he quickly rose through the military ranks. He was chosen by the Soviets to work in intelligence; he ended his career as a full colonel at KGB. After the fall of the Soviet Union, Khrushchev went the way of most RIF'd Soviet personnel, straight into the underworld of organized crime. The sick bastard quickly flourished as one of the most brutal and sadistic mafia bosses in all of Russia. Before immigrating to the United States, he reportedly controlled over half of all the illegal arms and prostitution in Russia.

When he came to the US, Grigor wasted no time in setting up his new crime syndicate in New York. He changed his name to Gregory Simpson and founded Black Fjord Security and Telecommunications. He must have had some outstanding contacts in the State department because he was granted citizenship within a year. My father later found out that Grigor had impeccable documents stating he was Gregory Simpson from London, England. The bastard must have studied English at Oxford, because his accent was perfect; without knowing him, you would swear he was British. He laundered all of his illegal arms dealings and funneled his holdings through his new companies until they were squeaky clean. From all external inquiries and security checks, Gregory was the model of American entrepreneurship and ingenuity.

But what most people didn't know was that Grigor's past came with him to his new life. He started applying the same strong-arm politics and methods that made him a king-pin back in Moscow. Competing companies became subject to 'accidents' and industrial espionage; several family members of competing companies went missing only to be discovered dead months later. Khrushchev used every dirty trick in the book to capture as much new business as possible. When a government contract came out to design and build a new telecommunications array for the military, Grigor quickly set his sights on our company. He knew that he could not compete fairly with my father and our company; we are just too well known in the business for our superior work ethic and product. He could not bribe or intimidate my father. He decided to win the telecomm contract by any means necessary. The easiest way to make that happen was to attack our family directly.

My brother Kyle was and still is lead engineer for our satellite and cellular communication division. He is an absolute genius when it comes to transmitting stuff over long distances. Kyle grabbed a hold of the new contract like, using my mother's words, a pit bull to a porterhouse. He drew up designs for a revolutionary satellite up-link communications array that was light years ahead of the competition. A satellite would transmit short bursts of highly encrypted data to several redundant satellite up-link receivers; no one station would receive the entire portion of any one transmission. If one up-link was compromised or damaged, the signal could instantly be rerouted to two other identical systems in the area. Once every segment of the data stream was received it would be transmitted through secure fiber channel to the intended destination or sent overland by microwave to a secure remote location. The beauty of the whole system is total security and double redundancy throughout; it is an elegant, yet very rugged system.

The receiving party would need a 'key', a thumb drive or other physical media with the daily decryption algorithm, to decode the message. The encryption algorithms were also developed in house by Adam and Douglas, two of our top programmers. The security algorithms are highly advanced with a 2048 bit encryption; it took the NSA team at Fort Meade two months of brute forcing on three Cray super computers to break one transmission.

Even if the enemy were able to physically intercept the entire satellite transmission, without the decryption key the information is just garbage. Even with the 'key' you need the full data stream for the algorithm to work; otherwise it just spits out a bunch of garbled nonsense. And because the changes are made daily to the algorithms, if one transmission lapses for more than twenty four hours, the encryption algorithm becomes useless. Once the complete transmission is received it begins a twenty-four hour count down; if the data is not downloaded and decrypted with the correct daily algorithm within that twenty-four hour window, it completely wipes the hard drive on the resident computer; it not only completely destroys the data, but wipes out the enemy's computer completely. And if that were not enough, every secure 'key' manufactured within our company comes with a GPS radio tag that can locate a stolen unit down to with a few meters. My father never screws around with national security," James laughed, "the only reason the NSA and Fort Meade are not sitting in the dark after messing with our algorithms for two months is we disabled most of the security protocols for testing. If they were messing with the real thing, those super computers would be nothing but multimillion dollar paper weights."




Guardian Wolf Ch. 03



Rachel was becoming more enamored with the Wolfe men and their company. Maggie was right, they definitely sounded like they are geniuses in their own right. The kind of work they do was so far above Rachel's head she couldn't even see the ceiling. But James seemed to not only know what he was talking about but fully comprehended the subject matter; the only problem was he was taking his sweet ass time in making a damned point. When was he going to answer her question?

"Do you want to hear the story or not?" James asked as he felt her frustration.

"Just hurry up! At this rate we will never reach the cabin before the end of next week," Rachel grumbled.

"Patience sweet cheeks! Remember patience in all things. I need to fully introduce the villain here. A good story needs time to build up the suspense and back story," James said.

"I'll show you back story!" Rachel countered.

Rachel spun around to display her ass that was now encased in her tiny black thong and low ride hip-hugger jeans. She wiggled her bum temptingly in front of James, seriously disrupting his train of thought. Gods! He couldn't wait to tame that ass! He could ride that thing from now until next Tuesday and still need more time to fully appreciate the work of art that is Rachel's back side. Her heart shaped ass was beauty personified; he could write sonnets and poems to such a masterpiece that was her bum.

"So why don't you hop on for a ride, big boy? The fare is very reasonable," Rachel cooed with her sing-song voice, further weakening James's resolve.

James rushed up behind Rachel and ground his cock into her ass making Rachel gasp in pleasure. He grabbed her hair and forcefully brought her to a standing position, making Rachel squeal and gasp in surprise. He bared her neck and bit down, reaffirming his claim on her body. Rachel moaned in pleasure and began to grind her ass along James's turgid cock. But James quickly backed away and with a forceful swing of his hand, spanked Rachel's ass that made her yelp.

"Now you listen to me, you tempting little vixen. Sit down on the bed, on your hands, and don't you dare move until I am done with the story. I can't handle anymore distractions. I need to finish this story, which you asked me to tell you, before we head up to the main house. We still have a lot of things to do today and your constant pushing at my sexual envelope has my wolf up and rearing to go. If you don't behave I will unleash him and we won't make it to your surprise present tonight, we won't make it to the cabin, and we most certainly won't make it out of this room, hell I'm not sure we will make it back to school. I will sequester your body and make it my personal playground for the next month. If I have to tie you down and gag you I will; I have the rope and ball gag available.

"Oooh! Kinky, big boy," Rachel growled as a fire lit in her eyes.

James had to close his eyes and plead with his wolf for patience; he blocked his thoughts to her as he conspired with his other side. They would show this little minx who is boss later. Right now they had things that needed to get done. Dear Luna! Rachel knew exactly how to push him. She was doing everything in her power to force him to tame her. He could feel the desire that was growing in her to submit to him. But damn it...now was not the time. Tonight! Yes, tonight! His wolf howled in pleasure and anticipation. Tonight, they would show their little bitch in heat who, exactly, is boss.

"Hey! Why can't I hear you in my head anymore?" Rachel asked. The quiet and loss of communication with her mate cooling her desire. She did love messing with this man. He crumbled all too easily.

"I'm blocking my thoughts to have a little pow-wow with my wolf, my nosy mate. We are just drawing up battle plans on how best to punish you later for being such a naughty little sex kitten," James said as he grinned wickedly.

"Meow!" Rachel said this with an air of absolute innocence.

James looked at her and had to shake his head. He grinned until he was laughing hysterically. All he could think of after she said that was that damn cat food jingle....meow, meow, meow, meow....damn it all. He looked at Rachel as she continued to just sit there on her hands. She had a little grin on her face that told him she was just biding her time until she could begin beating at his resolve anew. How could he ever stay mad at this woman?

"Anyway, when my father and Kyle presented a cursory model to the top military brass in Washington, D.C., they went ape shit. This was far and above anything the competition had to offer. But according to official protocol, they had to make a bid for the final contract. My father and brother were supremely confident about our bid. We have always been able to offer superior product at comparable prices. The military said they were already sold on the idea, but they needed to follow the rules like everyone else. Somehow Grigor found out about the meeting and went ballistic. He was now hell bent on doing anything and everything to win that government contract.

The first of our problems started in July. Our R & D center just outside Seattle was broken into. A couple human research assistants staying late were killed when they refused to divulge anything. Before the thieves could make it out with anything our rapid response security cornered them in a warehouse. A firefight ensued and the bad guys were killed. We discovered they were looking for any information into our communications array. When our security checked the bodies, we discovered they worked for Black Fjord Security. Further background checks discovered they were a couple of former privates in the Red Army under Grigor. It seems he is a big fan of employing his former associates in the Soviet army and KGB.

The second attack came later that week when someone hacked into our secure network in the main office. Our network firewall protocols were too lacking and they were able to circumvent most of the security countermeasures. But the most they could get out of that was a list of current projects. My father refuses to keep anything vital on the network; everything that is secret or above is kept on a stand-alone computer system within the company; zero outside network access. After the attack my father asked me and Marcus to help patch the network. We convinced him to let us update the entire network; it was a lot of work and it cost the company quite a bit in infrastructure upgrades. But by the time we were finished, this network could stand up to damn near anything short of military grade hacking. Despite our working on the network, the hacks continued for a couple more weeks. They didn't get anywhere and we were able to back track the IP to a burrow outside Manhattan. The FBI was tipped off and they arrested a group of four hackers. They said they were hired by Gregory Simpson and Black Fjord Security; they flipped on him for reduced prison sentences. Unfortunately before they could give a deposition to the Attorney General, they were found murdered in their holding cell. There were no witnesses and no leads after that, but the network attacks stopped.

Despite two failed attacks and continued scrutiny by the FBI, Grigor refused to give up. It was no longer just a matter of the contract; Black Fjord was already in jeopardy of losing because of the criminal allegations. This had become a personal grudge match against my father and our company. The next attack was against the compound itself. It was the first week of August and everyone was enjoying one final barbeque before school started in a couple weeks. Everything was dying down and people were starting to head back home. It was going on midnight and mom and her sister Camille were handing out the leftovers of barbeque to the guard stations around the compound. It is a tradition that our family feeds the guards when they aren't able to attend the barbeque; it makes the nights go by just a bit faster.

Not many members of the pack know this and it is one of the security secrets the Alphas need to know, so don't go spreading it around. The outer perimeter surrounding the compound is monitored by ground sensors. Everything up to 1000 meters is linked to a series of seismic and pressure sensors that are tied to an alarm system; if anything larger than a dog the size of Roxy is out there, the sensors pick it up. That night a dozen signatures were picked up heading quickly towards the compound. They were coming in from the southwest through the woods surrounding the high school; the same woods you and I were in yesterday. The alarms were raised and all the noncombatants were rushed into the mansion; we have a series of reinforced bunkers beneath the mansion foundation.

When the intruders got within 200 meters of the compound, the guard station facing their approach opened up on them. They took out seven of them before one of the intruders lobbed a grenade into the tower. Luckily the guards were able to bail before it went off. Bobby and Bryson escaped with some broken bones from falling the twenty feet. Once the bastards reached the outer wall they scaled and climbed over. But a second surprise was waiting for them on the other side: an active mine field. After my mother was attacked with Kyle and Kelly in the sixties, my father refused to take any more chances with his family. He swore he 'would make any unwelcome visitor on our property pay for each and every god damn step they took', his words not mine. My father has several military contacts throughout the world, including several in explosives and demolition. We contracted with a private company in Italy to supply us with several thousand land mines. I don't know how he got live munitions into the US without a customs check, but leave it to my father to pull it off. I think some of his friends in the military are pack and they made it possible.

My father and several of our betas dug a 10 meter wide trench around the entire inner perimeter. They back filled it entirely with sand. They then went to work laying and arming the mines. He showed me the diagrams that mark every single mine once, and let's just say that I am sure glad that I am on this side of the wall. It is a fucking nightmare trying to navigate this gauntlet unless you know EXACTLY where these damn things are located. To keep everyone out they placed barbwire and what they call 'hedgehogs', big cross pieces of steel, around the mine field. They then erected a ten foot retaining wall beyond that to discourage any of the younger pack to go poking around. Finally, just to ensure there is no mistake, there are large yellow signs with skulls and crossbones that say 'MINEFIELD' in bright black letters. It seems some of the younger omegas are still not as sharp as they should be," James said.

Rachel was looking at him and waiting for the punch line. This had to be a joke. This wasn't a compound, it was a fucking fortress. Who in their right mind would attack this place? Guard towers, ground sensors, mine fields...not to mention if by some miracle you got past that all you still had to deal with a pack of pissed off werewolves. Whoever this Grigor Khrushchev was, he definitely wasn't recruiting the best and the brightest. It sounds more like these 'mercenaries' were recruited straight off the short bus. Rachel saw James crack up at her thoughts. She could see him imagining a bunch of retarded soldiers in bicycle helmets attacking the compound in short buses with squirt guns.

"You are so bad James. It isn't politically correct to think such things of people," Rachel scolded.

"Honey, one of the many things you should know about me is I am definitely NOT politically correct. The Constitution protects the freedom of speech and press, it doesn't protect people from getting their feelings hurt," James responded still giggling at his less than appropriate imagination.

"Besides, it was you that had to think 'short buses'. My mind just spring boarded from there. So I blame you, baby cakes," he said.

"Whatever. Finish the story. I'm starting to get hungry and I want to see if there is any of that yummy barbeque left from last night," Rachel said licking her lips as she felt her stomach growl.

"Okay babe. You're right. It is getting close to lunch time. Let's finish getting dressed and head up to the house. I can finish the story while we chow down. I'm sure mom and dad are getting people fed right as we speak. Let's go check out that new vehicle your parents bought us!" James said.

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Guardian Wolf Ch. 04



Author's note: I first want to thank those that continue to enjoy my stories and vote; it gives me great joy knowing my work pleases you the reader. I also appreciate the many comments, both positive and negative, they continue to feed my desire to write and help me to refine my writing. For my critics I appreciate your honesty and candor; your comments may sting momentarily, but they help me reevaluate my work. But I will say this: remember this is entirely fantasy coming from the darkest recesses of my psyche. What I write may be over the top and, at times, wholly unbelievable, but that is just the way I write. My writing seems to vary depending on my particular mood at the moment, and sometimes it isn't pretty. But enough crying on my part; thank you again for your interest and continued support.

Second I wish to discuss the nature of this chapter. Sex is used sparingly in this chapter, it is not the focus. I promise there will be much more steamy trysts in future chapters, but for this one there is little. This chapter is dark; it is violent and graphic for a reason. The chapter revolves around Amber's kidnapping and rape. I wrote this chapter in hopes it will create a strong feeling of disgust at the villains and their actions against the Wolfe clan. I tried to minimize the rape scene to just a brief description; I don't like to dwell on the subject of violence against women. The Wolfe clan ultimately triumphs and I feel justified in describing their retribution in gratuitous detail. Now saying that, it is not just a story of blood and guts; it is in fact just a small portion of the entire chapter. I also write about redemption of a young man and his eventual happiness. My usual comical conversation is also heavily used throughout; I was never able to write absolute tragedy. I need to inject comedy and a lighter side to even the darkest of subjects; it is just the way I write. I hope those who continue to read will experience a myriad of emotions.

Third I tried something new in this chapter. The villains are ex-Soviet soldiers and I thought it appropriate to use Russian and Cyrillic in my writing to add some authenticity. Saying this I know no Russian; I used an online language translation program. I sincerely apologize to those who do speak Russian because I probably slaughtered the language with my translations; I hope it will not be too painful.

Some places mentioned herein are real and are used solely for literary purposes only; I needed geographic locations to give depth to the story. Other places and people are totally fictional and have no bearing in the real world. Mention of any people or celebrities, living or dead, is strictly used as fiction and parody. I tried to minimize mistakes in this chapter, but I always manage to miss something. If you see something that looks wrong to you, please write and I will work to correct it. Finally, this chapter was originally much larger, but I wanted to get something uploaded before Thanksgiving. I am continuing to work on the rest of the story, but I decided to split it up into more digestible pieces. If you feel I leave you hanging at the end, don't worry! I promise there is much more to come. Thank you and enjoy.

Despair Eternity

Chapter 7 -- More History and the Conclusion of Amber's Story

October 4th, 2006

James and Rachel walked into the two car garage attached to the house. Inside was a brand new 2005 Ford Excursion with an optional F350 lift kit, painted jet black. The massive 444 cubic inch 6.0 liter power stroke V8 could deliver a monstrous 325 HP. Seating for eight and enough ground clearance for some serious off-road adventures with 38" tires, this Excursion would go from the corner grocery store to the back woods of the Sierra Nevada's without losing a beat.

"Need help getting into this beast?" James asked with a chuckle.

Rachel sat for a minute awe-struck. Leave it to her parents to go all out when it comes to vehicles. She half expected to find the equivalent of a minivan, but this was near the equivalent of a tank. She walked to the passenger door and opened to find that a collapsible step unfolded to allow easier access; looks like mom and dad thought of everything. She scooted into the passenger seat and buckled the safety belt. The inside was comfortable without being luxurious. There was a very nice sound system installed in the center dash, most definitely not dealer stock. James slid into the driver seat next to her and started up the engine. The large diesel roared to life at the first turn of the key.

"Look in the glove box," James said.

Rachel opened the glove compartment to discover a neatly wrapped box. When she opened it she discovered a brand new iPod. James smiled at her and took it out of her hand. He retrieved a cord from his pocket and plugged one end into the stereo jack and plugged the other end into the auxiliary port of the stereo system. He turned on the mp3 player and opened a preselected playlist and hit play. Immediately the cabin was immersed in Type O Negative's "Wolf Moon", the deep bass vocals of Peter Steele reverberated off the interior:

The twenty-eighth day...she'll be bleeding again...and in lupine ways...we'll alleviate the pain...unholy water...sanguine addiction...those silver bullets...a last blood benediction.

Rachel squealed loudly, "I love this song. Gods! Just listening to this makes me so fucking hot! I heard they were playing at Silver Peak Arena in Seattle but when I tried for tickets, everything was totally sold out."

"I know. It sucks! I tried as well but everything just went too quickly. This is my favorite song from Type O. Go figure, huh?" James said with a laugh.

"I say this becomes our song. It kind of fits, you know? Hurry, let's get up to the house before I lose control and jump you right here in the garage," Rachel said short of breath as she felt her nipples harden. She chanced a brief touch against her over-heated sex. She gasped with renewed longing; she was definitely turned on.

James laughed as he backed out of the garage. He keyed the garage door code as they pointed their new assault vehicle towards the mansion. James had to block his thoughts from Rachel as all sorts of fantasies arose as he let the music wash over him. He could imagine doing so many things to his horny little minx with this song playing in the background. As they neared the parking circle located in front of the big house, the reverie of the moment was again broken by their growling stomachs. James and Rachel looked at each other and started giggling.

"Let's go eat!" James said with a chuckle.

************

"Hey kids!" Maggie said loudly in greeting.

"Krusty!" James replied loudly in a little boy's voice.

"Damn it James! How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?" Maggie barked angrily.

"Sorry mom, but you set yourself up for it every time. I can't help myself. Besides, if one looks at you at just the right angle, you kind of do..." James said before being interrupted.

"You finish that sentence and I will banish you from this kitchen until the next century, do I make myself clear?" Maggie said sternly as she struggled not to smile.

"Yes ma'am!" James said.

Rachel just giggled. James sure knew how to get under Maggie's skin. Rachel could see the twinkle in Maggie's eyes that let her know the banter was all in good fun.

"James. I think you two owe Summer and Autumn an apology. They were the two that had to clean up after the ceremony last night. They also cleaned up the bedroom after you two were done. That is a lot of laundry to do for just two people. And speaking of which, young man, I've never seen a blanket bend like that before. The damn thing was so soiled with your semen it practically stood on its own," Maggie said as she grinned wickedly at James.

James hid his face behind his hair as it turned several shades of red. Rachel just laughed uproariously at James's embarrassment. This should teach him not to mess with Momma. She could fight dirty when she wanted to.

"Sure thing, Mom, where are they?" James asked.

"I think they are downstairs in the gym working out with their dad. I suggest you go seek them out after lunch," Maggie stated.

"Okay. Any of that yummy barbeque left over from last night?" Rachel asked.

"Honey, please. No matter how many people we feed and no matter how much we feed them, we ALWAYS have left-over's. Robert and Brian refuse to do these things small scale. They are always worried that people will go hungry if they cut back. Despite our massive werewolf metabolisms and our voracious appetites, people are practically rolling back home after one of our barbeques. I don't believe moderation is in either one of your fathers' vocabularies. Its go big or don't go at all," Maggie chuckled.   

"Besides, it saves us from having to cook meals for a couple of days. I refuse to let food go to waste when there are plenty of hungry mouths to feed. Now you kids sit down and I will serve up a couple of plates for you each. James, go to the fridge and get you two something cold to drink. Rachel, baby? How are you settling in? Do you like the house? Is everything to your liking?" Maggie asked as she dished up some brisket.

"Maggie, I'm overwhelmed with the house; it is absolutely gorgeous. And the bed that Robert and James made for us is amazing. I almost feel guilty for sleeping in it. I don't know how to describe it, other than it already feels like home. I am so content and happy to be here. Thank you for making me part of the family. I've never known such a feeling outside of my parents. It just feels so nice to have those around me that care about me and my welfare," Rachel said as she felt her emotions rise to the top.

Maggie came around the lunch counter and hugged her new daughter. She was so pleased that Rachel seemed to be acclimating to her new surroundings so well. The fates had certainly chosen wisely when they selected Rachel for James. She is so loving and forthright with her emotions. Rachel was a remarkable young woman.

"Baby, that's the way you are supposed to feel. We are here for your support, comfort and protection. You not only have James, but a hundred others who will gladly fight tooth and nail for your safety. But you must learn to protect them as well. A future madam Alpha must be able and willing to fight side-by-side with her mate. We will give you all the knowledge and training you will need to take over when Robert and I abdicate. We have complete faith in you two. We have taught James well and he has the beginnings of a true Alpha; despite his smart ass personality, he will be a strong and confident leader. You must learn to be his equal in all things and support him when he needs it. He may not always ask for your help, so you must be prepared to anticipate. You are beautiful and intelligent, you have a gentle and caring soul, and I sense a strong maternal instinct within you. I know with training and time you will be a formidable mother; not only to your own children, but the entire pack," Maggie said.

They sank into their food with gusto. After a few minutes they were cleaning the last of the barbeque with a final piece of bread. Maggie took their plates and placed them in the dishwasher before returning to her tea and the conversation.

"Maggie. May I ask some questions? I know James will get to these things eventually, but I feel comfortable asking you directly. Besides at the rate he is going, it may be years before I get all my answers." Rachel said with a sideward glance at her mate.

"Hey!" James argued.

"Ask away sweetheart. I'll answer to the best of my abilities. James this may be a good time to talk with Summer and Autumn. Please make your apology a good one; they were not pleased about cleaning up. Now get out of here, I want a little girl time with your mate," Maggie answered.

"Gotcha! Just try not to belittle me too much. Remember, I know when you've been naughty and when you've been nice. Just know there will be consequences if you are too naughty," James said to Rachel with a wink.

Rachel rolled her eyes at him, "whatever big boy! You're about as clairvoyant as mud!"

"Just giving you fair warning baby," James said kissing his mate before he left, "I can't be held accountable for my actions later tonight if you are bad."

"Blah...blah...blah. Now get out of here and let your mom and I talk," Rachel scolded.

"Javoll, meine Liebschen!" James said with a crisp salute. He turned on his heels and parade marched out of the kitchen to the giggles of both women.

Both women rolled their eyes and in unison spoke, "Dork!"

Maggie composed herself and looked at her daughter, "what's on your mind baby girl?"

"Okay. I get that the pack and the clan in general is a patriarchal society and power is passed down from father to son. But why is this responsibility being passed to James? Shouldn't it go to Brent, he being the eldest?" she asked.

"Yes the clan is a patriarchal society, but the transfer of power can differ from pack to pack and from clan to clan. The reigning Alpha decides who and when his successor will take over. There are usually only two ways a new Alpha is decided: one, power is passed down to the eldest son, or if there are no male heirs, the ranking beta's offspring; or two, any male member of the pack may challenge the current Alpha for power. The loser either submits or is killed by the victor. I am proud to say there has not been a single challenge to the reigning Alpha in our pack for over three hundred years. Robert and his predecessors are very popular and we work hard to keep it that way.

Robert's father Edward decided to make things a little more democratic in our pack; he knew that his sons may not want the responsibility of Alpha. He would give his sons choices; let them decide what they truly wanted: one, the successor can choose to leave his current pack with his mate and start a new pack within the clan in another part of the country; two, the successor may stay within the pack as a ranking beta; or three, they may accept the position and begin an interim period where the reigning Alpha teaches and prepares his successor. Bill, Robert's twin brother, wanted to stay close to his family and become a vet, but he did not want the responsibility of Alpha; he chose to stay in our pack as Beta Superior. He is a good second and keeps the other betas and younger omegas in line. A choice was also given to the rest of his siblings; his other three brothers chose to start packs of their own in different parts of the US. One lives in Texas close to Brent, another is in Minnesota, and the youngest lives in upstate New York.

Robert has continued the tradition with our own family. Brent and Stephanie decided they wanted to move to Texas and start their own pack; his Uncle Quinn helped him acquire a parcel of land owned by the clan to start his business and family. His pack now numbers about twenty-five and they manage several successful feed lots. They help supply our clan, as well as our neighbors the Archers with most of our meat. It is very beneficial to have family branch out and start anew. It brings family presence to a new area, and it helps in inter-clan relationships if there are one or more packs from differing clans in one area; keeps things friendly when females find mates from another clan.

It also prevents any one pack from becoming too large and threatening another. Werewolves can be extremely territorial and tensions run high when we can't have our own space. If things get out of hand, it will be taken before the High Council of Elders to be sorted out. More than not, some packs are forced to split up and move away to restore civility. It doesn't happen too often, but it can stir up a real hornet's nest if handled improperly.

Kyle chose to remain in our pack with Amber and work with Robert at our company; he will act as Beta Superior when you and James take over. Kelly found her mate with Three Bears of the Hunter clan in Montana and is very happy. Douglas and Adam also chose to stay in our pack and act as Kyle's lieutenants. Of course, that left Robert with James. James had less of a say in the matter, being the youngest. If there is a legitimate male heir, the role of Alpha must stay within our direct bloodline. Despite whether a successor chooses to become Alpha or not, his mating is still determined by the fates. All male children of the Alpha bloodline bear the Wolfe crest and they are mated with a chosen human from the guilds; alpha females are marked as well with a crest from a fellow clan. I am proud to see that James is stepping up and accepting his role in the pack. Alpha is a difficult and often strenuous job; it takes a lot of work and diplomacy to keep such a large pack happy. We are confident with Robert's tutelage and with your love and support, James will make a most formidable Alpha," Maggie concluded.

"He is strong; both physically and in character. I promised I will do my best to do my part as Madam Alpha. I promised him I would first kick his ass then hold my pussy hostage if he doesn't keep his shit together," Rachel said.

Maggie cracked up at that. She really loved Rachel and felt she would make a wonderful madam. She is a real Hell cat! Nothing will straighten a man out and force him to fly right as when his woman withholds sex. She herself had given Robert similar ultimatums if certain things were not rectified immediately; they were always corrected post haste...always. Withhold the pussy and even the strongest Alpha will act like a child whose favorite toy has just been taken away.

"Glad to hear it baby," Maggie giggled, "is there any other questions you have for me?"

"Yeah, James was telling me about what happened with Amber and the whole Khrushchev business. Would you mind finishing the story? When James tries to tell it he keeps getting...um...sidetracked. He can't seem to keep his mind focused on any one thing," Rachel said.

"Oh he can focus on one thing for sure baby," Maggie said, "the problem is that it is located squarely between your thighs. It may sound counterintuitive Rachel, but the more you wear his big ass out in bed, the better James can concentrate. I have the same problem with Robert. If I don't get him to come at least twice during the night he can't seem to focus the next day. It's a sad fact honey, but with our men and their sex drive, you need to satisfy the little head before the blood can return and operate the big head," Maggie said this with a wicked smile.

"I don't hear a complaint in there," Rachel retorted.

"Who said I was complaining? I'm just saying it takes a lot on our part to keep our men happy. Just between you and me, sometimes I don't think Robert will be happy until he finally cracks my pelvis. Just wait until you come into heat for the first time and you will know what I am talking about. You will think James is trying to break your pussy for good. I suggest you keep up with your Yoga and gymnastics baby-girl; if James is anything like his father, he will want to see if you are double-jointed. I also suggest you begin some kegal exercises, they will drive James wild. I don't want to scare you sweetie, but just be prepared for some adventurous evenings. Remember we are talking about Alpha personalities and they expect their mates to submit to them in the bedroom. I have eavesdropped on Robert giving James pointers before and don't underestimate my son and that highly inventive intellect of his; I doubt you will ever become bored in the bedroom. Wolfe men can be extremely...um...creative when it comes to love making," Maggie said this with a visible shiver running up her spine as she recalled a particularly steamy rendezvous with her husband.




Guardian Wolf Ch. 04



Rachel had to giggle and wonder just what her husband had in store for her tonight. She already could catch glimpses and parts of his fantasies; if anything his tastes were very...eclectic. The mere thought of her bound and gagged on their bed was oddly sensual and was causing her pussy to dampen. Well, game on big boy! I can give as well as receive.

You say something, baby? Rachel heard in her head. Shit! How good was the reception in his head?

Nothing baby, just go back to what you were doing. I will be down in a little while. Your mom and I are just talking about girl stuff. I don't think we will be too much longer.

Mmmmkay...if you say so sweetie...Rachel immediately received an image of her bound to their bed with silk ties, a silk blindfold over her eyes, and a ball gag in her mouth. She was writhing and squirming in ecstasy as James played with her. She immediately wet her panties as the erotic imagery got her motor revving. Damn him!

Just a little something for later baby! Rachel heard James giggle softly in her head.

************

"So how far did my son get with his story before he became...distracted?" Maggie asked.

"He was telling me about the commandos storming the compound and how a group of them had climbed the outer wall to the minefield," Rachel said.

"Well kudos for James," Maggie said, "he got further with your distractions than I thought he would."

"Okay...let's see...oh yes...the minefield. There were five of them left after Bobby and Bryson picked most of them off. Luckily for them, lupine bones heal rather quickly. They were up and going within a week. So these thugs had breached the outer wall and were now preparing to cross the thirty feet to the retaining wall. The first one was rappelling down the wall when he slipped and fell right onto an active mine; there wasn't much left of the poor bastard. This gave the mercenaries enough pause to allow our security to coax them off the wall and into custody," Maggie paused as she refilled her tea cup.

"Once we had the bad guys in custody we canceled the alert and allowed people to go back home. It is a hard fact Rachel, but the world is still a dangerous place. Even with all of our security and defenses there is always the slightest chance that someone or something could seriously hurt our pack. After my attack with those environmental extremist nut jobs, Robert was adamant about security. A secure bunker was tunneled and built under the mansion's foundation; in the event of an attack, all non-combatants would be taken to this bunker. In the event of an evacuation, there are two escape tunnels that lead from the bunker to hidden exits deep in the forest to the North. We have arrangements with the Archer clan and vice-versa to protect refugees until the threat is neutralized. Whatever Khrushchev's intentions, he never could imagine he was fucking with a pack of angry Lycans."

"We bound and blindfolded the commandos to confuse them in case one was able to make a run for it. They led the men to our basement holding area and interrogation room. It's not what it sounds like; it is basically an empty storage closet with a heavy steel door. Robert just likes to think he is Bond or some shit and makes it sound like some sort of maximum security prison," Maggie rolled her eyes, "he is such a doofus!"

Rachel had to giggle at this, like father like son.

"Anyway Robert and Bill bound the mercenaries to some chairs and began to question them. We quickly learned that some of these guys were former soldiers. They refused to even acknowledge they could speak English. They would prattle away in Russian, obviously insulting my husband and trying to get a rise out of him. It was an obvious mistake on their part. Robert is a very patient man. But threaten our family or our pack and he will not hesitate to shift and tear anyone a new asshole. Fortunate for those bastards I was there to walk Robert from the room to calm him down or he would have killed them right away. Luckily a good blowjob will always take the fight out of my hubby. The sweet man practically floated back in the room after I got done with him," Maggie said this with a wink.

"We decided to call Kyle. He was still at work updating some firmware for the new satellite uplink and was almost an hour away. He dropped what he was doing and rushed to the house. His eldest married a sweet girl named Sonja from the Urals; she is a real sweetheart and has provided Cameron with many years of happiness and many children. Cameron takes after his Uncle Douglas and is trying to repopulate the species single handedly. By last count they were working on number nine. There have not been many years where she has not been barefoot and pregnant. Ah, the Wolfe men; they always have to be the overachievers," Maggie said with a smile and a giggle, "but back to the story. The point is that Kyle helped Cameron study Russian for six months before the Rites; he speaks and writes fluently. You should here them all carry on at Christmas time, makes your head hurt sometimes with how many different languages are floating around this house during the Holidays.

Kyle arrived less than thirty minutes later in the basement. The man must have sped like the devil from Seattle to get here in such short time. You should have seen the look on those poor bastards' faces when he showed up and started going at them like a KGB interrogator. I thought the youngest one would shit himself he was so scared. We later found out that they were most surprised that Kyle was alive. It turns out there was a second goon squad heading to our corporate headquarters in Seattle to kidnap Kyle. I guess Grigor thought if he bagged the lead engineer and the CEO's son, this would force us to turn over the array designs to get him back. I will give Khrushchev this, when he went after something, he didn't do it half assed. Luckily for us the dumb bastards were stopped on I-5 by a sharp-eyed WHP officer for speeding. They found several automatic weapons, chloroform, restraints and a ransom letter addressed to Robert. All four arrested were Black Fjord security.

It seems when Grigor came to this country he was quick to educate his employees on the American justice system. The first words uttered out of their mouths were 'I want a lawyer'. Unfortunately, he failed to consider that some of the weapons his security used were part of an ATF watch list from an arms deal a few years back. The last we heard all four are serving life sentences at Washington State for federal gun charges and attempted kidnapping, among a multitude of other charges. It turns out Grigor left them out in the cold when it came to their defense; he is far less loyal to his employees than they are to him. Now, despite three failed attacks and several federal agencies now breathing down his neck, nothing would stick to Gregory Simpson. He maintained a squeaky clean image while leaving his employees to take the fall. The slimy bastard even released a press statement publicly denouncing his former employees and offering sincere apologies to our family. What a load of horse shit. This fucker must have been a manure salesman in a previous life, because he certainly knew how to pile it deep.

Kyle went after the mercenaries with vigor, but like good little soldiers they would offer only name, rank, and serial number. I guess habits from several years in the Soviet Army die very hard. They were far more afraid of what Khrushchev would do to them if they squealed, than they were of my Kyle the human tree. Even as big as they were, my Kyle dwarfed them all. We all could tell they knew far more, but everyone was tired and decided to retire for the evening. We locked them in the storage closet and posted two guards to watch them. Kyle went to his old room to find Amber already fast asleep; she had moved into the mansion to be closer to us during the last couple weeks of her pregnancy. She did not want to be an hour away when she popped without someone to take her to the hospital. Kyle was working sixteen hour days to bring the system online in time for the government tests and I'm afraid he was even too busy for his very pregnant wife. Again, like a pit bull on a porterhouse.

The following morning is when the shit really hit the fan. Amber had made arrangements to go shopping with some girlfriends for some more baby clothes. This girl has enough baby duds to clothe an entire baby army, but she always seems to need just one more outfit to make the wardrobe perfect. Despite the heightened security and the recent attacks she would not be dissuaded from going. Kyle was furious and they argued for a solid hour. Amber may be small, but you don't want to fuck with a pregnant Lycan; doubly so when the subject is shopping for baby clothes. We tend to be a little testy with our hormones completely out of sync. That tiny firecracker had my mountain of a son reduced to rubble after the first thirty minutes. The remaining thirty minutes were spent digging the hole to bury his remains. Finally Kyle relented but insisted she be shadowed by two of our best betas. She agreed and quickly called her friends to pick her up. Kyle assigned Cole and Mikhael, two of our finest to protect his mate," Maggie paused as a pained look spread over her face, "the only good thing was they were unmated; it allowed us to bury just two bodies, instead of four."

Maggie shuddered and allowed herself a moment of pause while she went to refill her tea cup. Rachel could tell this was an extremely painful memory and one she spoke of hesitantly. Gods she prayed she would never have to live through something like this. She would rather die than feel the pain she now saw in Maggie's eyes. Her pack was family, losing a single member was like losing a son or daughter. Each individual loss was personal and painful.

"Cole and Mikhael never saw them coming. There were two of them that snuck up on the Escalade they were parked in. They must have been too busy watching Amber and her friends to notice the imminent danger. Remember this Rachel and never forget: a .45 hollow point through the brain is immediate death, immortal or not, no one survives such a gunshot. Blessedly the two died instantly and were spared anymore pain. I wish I could say the same for Amber and her friends. She was with two of her best friends, they are human and two of the sweetest girls I have ever met. They knew who and what Amber was and accepted her immediately. There was no question or fear, only acceptance. That is a rare and beautiful gift among the human race Rachel. Those two are on a very short list of humans not of guild that we call family.

Two more men appeared and quickly bound and gagged all three women. They drugged all three with ketamine before they rushed into a black van. Witnesses told the police they only remember seeing four men grab the three women, they were wearing ski masks and no discernible markings on the van. There were no plates. The whole thing took less than two minutes. We found out later that one of the girls had just recently started dating a member of Black Fjord security. She was gushing and going on about Amber's pregnancy. I don't blame her one iota. What woman would think twice about rejoicing in her friend's pregnancy and telling anyone who cared to listen? The bastard sat there as she went on about their planned shopping adventure with a smile on his face; the entire time planning on how to abduct all three women," Maggie said this with bitter venom in her throat. Rachel immediately sensed a deep hatred of these men and what they did to Amber and her friends.

"It was by some miracle of the Gods that one of the responding officers was Forest Walcott, Michael Walcott's youngest. Gods bless that boy! He immediately called his father, who called Robert. Kyle was in the room with his father when he heard the news. You know my boy Kyle, he may be a giant but he is as gentle and nurturing as a teddy bear. He is slow to anger and quick to forgive; it takes a lot to make him angry. Rachel, I have never seen such rage and bloodlust in his eyes; they went from a soft brown to blood red and finally to obsidian black as his wolf raged inside him. When he heard that his mate was in danger, he squared his shoulders and silently walked to the basement. He didn't say a word to the guards as he opened the door to where the assholes were still seated. Three were chatting amiably and bragging the moment before my son entered the room; only the youngest was silent and nervous. There are no words to describe when you feel death enter the room, because that was what Kyle had become: he was their executioner. His words were quiet, not even above a whisper as he gave them an ultimatum. They had five minutes to divulge the location or he would kill the oldest and then one every five minutes afterward," Maggie said this as she allowed herself a breath of triumph.

Rachel saw as Maggie's wolf breached the surface of her consciousness. She could see the supreme satisfaction at this memory. Kyle had voided all diplomacy. His mate was in danger and he was prepared to kill every living soul in that room to get information. There was no mercy, only the primal justice of nature. Protect what is yours and punish all others. Maggie actually giggled a little as she continued,

"You should have seen their faces Rachel, arrogant and pompous to the last. A grizzled older man spat in Kyle's face and said many unsatisfactory things to him in Russian. Kyle said nothing and walked back outside. After exactly five minutes Kyle came back in and demanded an answer. The old soldier and obvious leader gave an emphatic 'nyet'. Kyle did not even wait for the word to leave his mouth before he shifted to full Lycan size. Now James is tall when he is transformed, almost 10' tall, but Kyle is utterly massive; he stands nearly 12' tall when fully transformed. The guards later confided in us that you could see the color drain out of all four faces as utter fear set in. Kyle wasted no time in relieving the commander's head from his shoulders. The body slumped in the chair, the blood still pumping from his carotid artery. He then immediately decapitated the soldier closest to the commander, just to make his point. He left the remaining two quaking in fear, the distinct smell of urine and feces in the air. After five minutes to let them stew, Kyle reentered in human form:

'решите теперь или умереть (decide now or die),' Kyle said.

'да (yes),' they said in unison.

Fifteen minutes later Kyle, Bill, Robert, and three more betas were in a van with their captives heading towards Everett. The two remaining mercenaries said the girls were being held in some old steam tunnels outside the city. There was a service road off the highway that dead ended at the entrance to the tunnels. The youngest soldier was only a boy of twenty named Dmitry Kerchanko and the most cooperative; Kyle said he was the only one that showed true regret and shame for his actions. We later learned that he had grown up in Moscow with his mother Alya, a local prostitute who had frequent trysts with Grigor while he was still with the KGB. He was the product of one such meeting where too much Vodka and a broken condom had created an unwanted offspring. When she learned she was pregnant with Dmitry she went to Grigor for support. Because Grigor was a full colonel and held such a powerful position, a child out of wedlock would be seen as an embarrassment to the KGB and she used this to her advantage. He eventually relented and gave him and his mother a pittance to survive on; Khrushchev never acknowledged Dmitry or the fact that he had a son. In Grigor's eyes Dmitry was just one more bastard in a long line of illegitimate children, nothing more and nothing less.

In the years following the fall of the Soviet Union, Dmitry lost his mother to complications from a botched abortion she received at a free health clinic outside St. Petersburg. By this time he and his mother were destitute and were living from one john to the next; no one wanted anything to do with an aging whore and her bastard son. Dmitry was twelve years old when she died. He eventually worked his way back to Moscow to search for his father. Grigor took pity on the boy when he showed up at one of his restaraunts; it was perhaps the only fatherly thing he ever did and it saved his life.

Dmitry worked the next eight years in Grigor's criminal organization. He started off as a mule and runner, distributing cocaine to dealers throughout the city. He eventually worked his way on to his father's security detail and was one of the first to come to the states. When he arrived, Grigor, now Gregory Simpson gave him the name of David Kelsey. He forged Dmitry's documents and passed him off as a college student; he even sent Dmitry to a local tech school in New York City to study electrical engineering and communications. Dmitry says he later became a radio technician for Black Fjord security. When Grigor sent this unit to attack the compound, the regular communications officer was ill and could not go. Dmitry was immediately press ganged by Captain Sergei Anatov. He was the grizzled old soldier who Kyle relieved of a head.

Kyle pressed Dmitry further for more information as they made the hour long journey towards Everett; Kyle wanted to know exactly how many kidnappers there were, how they were armed, and how exactly they learned about Amber's pregnancy. The other soldier, a lieutenant named Sasha yelled and made threats against the boy if he said anything. But Dmitry could see the writing on the wall; he could either help Kyle or die with his companion. Dmitry had seen and heard enough, and was now certain this was his one and only chance at redemption. He offered full and complete disclosure in exchange for his life. Despite Kyle's anger at these men and what they represented, he recognized the boy's true intentions and accepted the offer.

Dmitry went on to explain the man Jennifer, that's the girls name who dated the security guard: Jennifer and Anna. They are two very sweet and honorable girls. Anyway, Jennifer and Anna had met this man while clubbing who introduced himself as Anthony Isaacson from Syracuse, New York. Jennifer says he was extremely handsome, charming, and attentive. She had never met a man who was more interested in hearing about her life and her hobbies than what was between her thighs; she was instantly attracted to the handsome gentleman. I must tell you it would be hard for nearly any woman to turn down a man who was interested in just listening to us. Dmitry says his real name was Major Anatoly Ivanov, one of Grigor's top lieutenants and commander of the Black Fjord security forces. He is a handsome man, a loyal soldier, and a cruel, sadistic bastard. Dmitry said Anatoly spent the next three months courting Jennifer while feeding information to Grigor. Dmitry said it was his job during this time to gather the information, sort and categorize the data according to importance, and report to Grigor. Jennifer was not the only source of information. Grigor had Anatoly place a bug in Jennifer and Anna's apartment and another in their phone to pick up any and all conversations. This is where they first learned of Amber's identity and her pregnancy.

Grigor asked Anatoly to steer his conversations with Jennifer towards Amber and their friendship, her pregnancy and what they did together. Before the incident, Jennifer was vibrant and loved to talk. She would talk with anyone about anything under the sun. We used to joke with her that her mouth was tied directly to her heart and if she stopped talking she would fall over dead. Unfortunately, after the kidnapping she became much quieter and removed from the world. It is only the recent marriage to Dmitry and the birth of their son Alexi and their daughter Aliya that she has come out of her shell. Darling kids and have their parents wrapped around their tiny fingers. I have never seen Dmitry so happy; he struts around like he can carry the world. He was a god send for Jennifer after what happened. He is a great husband and a better father," Maggie laughed.




Guardian Wolf Ch. 04



Maggie saw the shocked look on her face and had to giggle just a little bit. She never got tired of telling this part of an otherwise, gruesome story. It always caught everyone off guard that one of the 'bad guys' married and knocked up one of the kidnapped. Mother Luna must have seen promise in this young man for Kyle to spare his life. Kyle always said that his wolf whispered to spare the young one; he was no threat to them or their pack.

"I knew that would get your attention," Maggie said pleasantly.

"You're telling me that Dmitry...and Jennifer...how the hell did that happen?" Rachel said as she continued to gape like a pig with an apple stuck in her mouth.

"Well shut your mouth and I will tell you. Seriously sweetie, close your mouth. You are starting to gather flies," Maggie said with a giggle.

"Dmitry continued to answer Kyle's questions to the best of his knowledge. The lieutenant named Sasha just sat there and stared daggers at the kid. Dmitry knew his life was now null and void at Black Fjord. He would be shot on site for treason if he went back. The funny thing about it all is that Dmitry threw his lot in with a pack of werewolves over his former employer; he said at that moment he never felt safer to know there were beings strong enough to take on Gregory. Apparently his father scared him more than any other human. Even though Grigor was blood and his father, he never felt loved or was treated as a son. Grigor Khrushchev was nothing more than an employer to him and easily forgotten like the taste of 'bad borsch' according to Dmitry.

Kyle asked how many men to suspect and how they were armed. Dmitry explained they were a five man team; the four kidnappers and the driver. Anatoly commanded this group and was most likely 'interrogating' the girls himself -- so six men total. Dmitry said all the kidnappers were experienced Spetsnaz and three were Afghan veterans, including Major Ivanov. All were armed with automatic weapons and their personal side arms; they were proficient at hand to hand combat but seriously doubted this would be a problem when faced with a pack of pissed off werewolves. To the best of his knowledge no one in the group handled demolitions, so the chance of explosives was slim. It may be possible that one or two were carrying fragmentation grenades, but again he doubted it.

Kyle asked about the layout of the steam tunnels. Dmitry said he only saw the plans for the steam tunnels a couple of times, but the layout was fairly simple. There are three maintenance tunnels that branch off from the main room that acts as ventilation. The room is lower than tunnels and they slope downward to meet it. Dmitry expected that there would be one guard in every tunnel; these men are most likely the lower ranking members, all sergeants. Anatoly and his two lieutenants will be in charge of interrogating the women. Again Dmitry cautioned the group about Anatoly. He was a sick, demented bastard that got off on the pain of others. Dmitry said Anatoly was known to torture and kill prostitutes for fun; he became sexually excited from the fear and cruelty. He warned Kyle to expect the worst and hope for the best. They had been able to track down the kidnappers within four hours, so the chances all were alive were still good.

Finally Kyle asked if there was anything else to expect. Dmitry said he didn't expect it but an old Spetsnaz trick was to booby trap entrances to secure buildings. There may be something resembling a claymore mine tied to the entrance door by tripwire. It may be best to have Lieutenant Sasha go in front of him to protect anyone from the blast," Maggie started laughing hysterically, "Kyle said that poor bastard named Sasha went ashen with the thought of being used as a human shield for a bunch of werewolves. Dmitry was certainly not winning any friends with the man for suggesting such a tactic."

"When they pulled up to the steam tunnels, Robert ordered the youngest beta named Bull to stay and guard Dmitry. Robert and Kyle had personally selected the father's of Cole and Mikhael to come on the mission; this was their chance at payback. They hoped to take the bastards alive so that the fathers may dispatch of the killers in their own special way. When Kyle asked Dmitry who the likely shooters of our security guards were, Dmitry indicated Anatoly's two lieutenants. The five men quickly undressed and shifted to werewolf. Gods you should see my husband when he shifts...yummy," Maggie said this with an absent tweak of her hardening nipple.

"They grabbed Sasha and forced him on pain of death in front of them. Five snarling werewolves that tower over even the tallest of men is a great motivator to move quickly. Dmitry was correct in mentioning the door being booby-trapped. The instant that Sasha opened the door he disappeared in an explosion of flame and shrapnel. The door smashed his broken body against a large tree as it was torn from its hinges. The poor bastard probably didn't feel anything because there wasn't much left of his body after that. Robert and the others waited outside of the entrance, out of sight, and waited until someone came to inspect the damage. They didn't have to wait long because they suddenly heard the excited voices of the three guards and the foot falls as they raced to face the danger. When they discovered Sasha's body behind what was left of the door, they figured the dumb bastard had come unannounced and had paid the price. Seeing no one else, the guards relaxed their weapons as they turned back towards the tunnels. This is when Robert and Kyle chose to strike. Bill and the two betas leapt out of hiding and quickly overpowered the guards; they knocked them out before one could get a shot off. One was wearing a combat radio and it crackled with excited shouts in Russian.

In a stroke of brilliance Kyle shifted back and quickly grabbed the radio. He reported back in his best Russian to say that Sasha was dead and it was a false alarm. This seemed to appease Anatoly and he ordered them back to their posts. Robert said he and Bill would remain outside to guard the new prisoners. He left Kyle, Dane, and Gustav to take the tunnels. He asked, if possible, to bring the prisoners back alive...for now. Robert wanted more information about Gregory Simpson and his operation. My Robert was planning an unwelcome surprise for Grigor for the pain and suffering he caused our family. Kyle led Dane and Gustav into the tunnels. Dane took the left tunnel, and Gustav took the right. Kyle quickly shifted back and followed the center tunnel. All three kept to the shadows the poor light offered until it was time to strike.

Kyle said what they saw still makes his blood boil. Jennifer and Anna were lying still in broken and bruised heaps. Semen was leaking out of every orifice and there was blood everywhere. The two lieutenants were sitting on two folding chairs playing cards, their dicks still hanging out of their pants; they were taking a little break before they went back to raping the girls. He saw Amber lying there, writhing in agony as Anatoly raped her. Her face was bruised and one of her eyes was swollen shut. The bastard had taken a knife and proceeded to make shallow cuts all over her body. But the most horrifying fact was her abdomen. There were deep bruises and cuts all over; she had been kicked brutally and repeatedly. The floor was soaked with a mixture of blood and amniotic fluid; her water had been broken. Kyle said he was able to connect mentally with Amber through the pain. She was sobbing on the inside and told him their pups were dead. She could no longer feel their tiny heart beats. That was the final straw for Kyle. The sadistic fucker had kidnapped and raped his mate and killed his pups. Kyle says it is the only time he went against one of Robert's orders. Anatoly was not coming out of those tunnels alive.

I asked Kyle what happened afterwards, but he refuses to talk. He says absolute bloodlust overtook him and his conscious mind went quiet as he allowed his wolf complete control over his body. When I finally was able to get Amber to talk about things, she says the only thing she remembers of that moment was Kyle howling in rage and sorrow; his cry carried all the anguish and pain this man had caused them. She said the next thing she saw was Kyle's paw, his talons wrapped tightly around Anatoly's heart. A gaping hole was now where his heart had been. Anatoly's eyes were wide with fear and surprise as the last beats of his heart were silenced. Even for a werewolf, it takes considerable strength to break through a man's chest from behind; there is a lot of bone and tissue you have to overcome. She says everything went black after that when she passed out.

The other two guards were on the ground sniveling and cowering in abject terror. Dane and Gustav had their jaws wrapped around their necks. They were squeezing with enough pressure to draw blood, but not enough to end their lives. Dane and Gustav were not done with them; they still had to pay for the blood of their sons.

Kyle howled to notify Robert and Bill the all clear. They rushed in to help with the girls while Dane and Gustav marched the now sobbing men outside. Robert says when he and Bill went to collect Jennifer and Anna they were completely unconscious; empty syringes were next to their bodies. It seems the other two fucks preferred their victims not to fight back, so they pumped them full of ketamine to keep them quiet. Gratefully, neither Jennifer nor Anna remember actually being raped; thank the Gods neither one became pregnant from this ordeal. I doubt either one could stomach a child conceived in such a manner.

Robert, Kyle, and Bill rushed the girls out of the steam tunnels. In a fortuitous turn of events, Michael Walcott the Alpha of the Archer clan, was able to contact a cousin who flies life flight missions based in Longview. He explained the situation and the minute Robert knew where they were headed he called Corbin to get his helicopter airborne; he was orbiting the area until he received the all clear. He landed the minute the boys came out with the girls. Luckily the accompanying EMT never said a word about what he saw.

Kyle will never forget what Corbin and that other young EMT, I think his name is David, did for him; they saved those girls lives. Every Christmas Kyle has Brent send Corbin and David's families a premiere sampler box of his finest meats. Kyle makes me laugh; he says if you can't say it with meat, don't say it at all. He is so like his father, such a caveman!

Anyway, they immediately loaded Amber and Anna in since they were in the worst condition. They were not able to fit Jennifer into the helicopter and Kyle refused to leave Amber's side. Robert told Corbin to take off and they would meet him at Providence Regional with Jennifer. It was the closest hospital with a suitable helipad.

Dmitry and Bull came out of the back of the van to allow Dane and Gustav to load Jennifer in the back. They placed her on a makeshift mattress and sleeping bag to help make her comfortable. Dmitry tells me, despite the horrible circumstances and Jennifer's condition, this was the moment he fell in love with her. He says her golden locks are finer than Rapunzel's tresses and twice as beautiful as the mythical princess. He says his mother used to read Brothers Grimm fairy tales to him at night when he couldn't sleep; Rapunzel was always his favorite and he always imagined he could be a girl's prince charming. The poor love sick boy is a romantic at heart, and I can't blame him. Jennifer truly is very beautiful. Even to this day he is her prince charming and is never far away from her. Jennifer says it can get a little annoying at times, but she just shrugs her shoulders and says she loves him.

Dmitry begged and pleaded with Robert to let him ride with Jennifer. I am proud to say this was one of Robert's finest moments. Robert gave the boy the benefit of doubt and decided to roll the dice on him. He looked sternly at the boy and said to guard Jennifer with his life. If she dies or if he tries to escape, Robert would hunt him down and tear his body apart limb by limb. Robert says Dmitry never even flinched; he even saluted Robert and rushed into the back of the van. Robert told Bull to drive them to the hospital; they would arrange other transportation after they 'took care' of the prisoners. Bull later said that Dmitry never let go of Jennifer's hand the entire time. He refused to leave her side and told the emergency room attendants he would kill anyone that tried to take him away from her. For whatever reason Bull finds this hysterical, he always was a strange one," Maggie said.

************

Maggie paused for a moment to load her tea cup in the dishwasher and start the rinse cycle. She turned to Rachel and asked her if she wanted to take a break.

"We don't have to finish the story right now if you don't want to. I'm sure there are...um...better things you and James could be doing," Maggie said this with a knowing look in her eye.

"Um...let me check with James," Rachel said.

Rubber Duck calling Pig Pen, come in Pig Pen

She heard James laugh in her head.

Rubber Duck? Wow! I never would have imagined you had ever seen or heard of 'Convoy' or C.W. McCall.

See, you don't know everything about me, so take that Mr. 'I know everything about my mate'! Blame it on my dad. He loves that movie and for some strange reason C.W. McCall is his favorite singer. He's weird like that. He can sing every verse of 'Wolf Creek Pass' verbatim. He even does the voices. My mom is trying to break him of the habit, but he and Robert get a kick out of it. After a couple of beers they get into this crazy, goofy, giggly mood where they tell bad jokes and sing old songs. What can I say? Our parents come from weird generations. Anyway, your mom wants to know what you're doing now. She wants to know how much more of the story she can tell me before I'm...um...I mean we're...you know...distracted.

Part of my apology to the girls involves letting them use me like a throwy-punchy-crash test dummy to practice their new judo moves on. Their dad Thumper has been teaching them in his self defense classes and they thought it would be cool to show me. They are fighting dirty too. They blindfolded me and are taking turns kicking the shit out of me because I can't see to defend myself. Please come rescue me soon. I'm tender and sore. I need you to kiss my boo-boos and make it all better. Please tell mom I need you.

What? Hon..kkkrrr....you're breaking up babe...krrrr...I'm going through a tunnel...kkkrrrr...I'll have to call you back...hehe.

Baby, you're not on a damn cell phone. You are just ignoring me so I can get my ass kicked longer. That is sooo not cool! It just means your punishment will be that more severe later tonight.

Ooooh. Bring it on big boy! I'm so scared. Love you, talk to you later!

Ugh! Bitch!

Now, now baby! No need to throw a temper tantrum just because you don't get your way. I'll be down as soon as I can but I want to hear the end of this. She's almost done, I swear. Just cowboy up and take it like a man, you big wuss! Remember, you're the big Alpha wolf.

There was a sudden stream of obscenities and grumbling that Rachel chose to ignore. She knew he wasn't really mad at her but he just wanted someone to run interference with his cousins. He's a big boy, he can handle himself.

"Is James staying busy?" Maggie asked.

"Yeah. The girls are using him as a human punching bag for their martial arts. He asked me to come rescue him, but I told him to man up and be the Alpha. If he can't handle a couple of teenage girls, how the hell does he expect to handle me?" Rachel said.

Maggie laughed so hard she had trouble breathing. She knew Rachel wouldn't put up with any of James's shit, but this was too damn funny. She left him in the hands of two teenage girls who are in the process of kicking the crap out of him. Priceless! We'll this should teach him to be more considerate of others and not make such a damn mess next time.

"So let's finish the story so you can go rescue the big wuss! After Kyle left with Amber and Anna, and Bull drove Jennifer with Dmitry that left Robert, Bill, Dane, and Gustav to deal with the leftovers. This is where they would have their revenge. They released the two men who murdered their sons and told them to run. Thinking they were letting them go, they began to high-tail it out of there. Dane and Gustav let them get about 500 yards away before they shifted and went after them. The men saw the shift and heard the howls of death as it bore down on them. The guards who remained where tied to the trees and made to watch as their comrades were hunted down and butchered. Robert says when the three heard the blood curdling screams they began to sob and pissed themselves all over again. Dane and Gustav came running back, their jowls covered with blood and the fresh smell of death on their breath. Their blood lust had been sated and their sons' murders avenged. They quickly shifted and went to redress while Robert and Bill addressed the cowards:

'My name is Robert Wolfe. You have attacked my family, my business, and my way of life. You have openly challenged my pack and for such violations you will die; this much is fact. I leave you the choice of whether you die quickly by your own weapons, or slowly by my claws. Mercy will be shown to the men who provide me the most information. It is your choice. Death is inevitable for you tonight. I promise I will make it quick if you cooperate, you have my word,' Robert said.

Robert and Bill proceeded to interrogate the three for the next hour. Two were readily forthcoming. They had seen what Dane and Gustav did to their comrades; they refused to die in such a manner. They divulged as much information as they could. Robert asked where Grigor was this week, about his operations, size of his security and their base of operations. True to his word Robert handed Bill one of their AK-47's, who proceeded to put a single round squarely between their eyes. The final man was stubborn; he refused to give any information. I think he was grasping at blind hope that Grigor would somehow show up and rescue him. The man was loyal to the end, but his loyalty had been sorely misplaced.

'So this is your answer?' Robert asked.

'Пойдите трахают себя, Вы преследуете из ада!' the man screamed.

'You will forgive me, but I don't speak Russian. If you can, please extend me the courtesy and curse me in English,' Robert said.

'Go fuck yourself, you hound of hell!' the man translated.

'Very well! Bill, if you will please do the honors while I get undressed,' Robert said.

'No problem bro!'

Bill raised the weapon and for a brief moment, the man hoped he would meet the end of the other two guards. Instead Bill proceeded to put a 7.62mm slug in both knee caps, two in the man's feet, and one in each shoulder. Robert had given the man the chance for a clean and honorable death, but he had refused. Now the man was going to suffer for his boss's ill conceived gambit. My husband shifted and proceeded to walk over to the bleeding man, snarling and looking like death incarnate. The man was sobbing and repeating some sort of litany in Russian. So human like! Man will rely on no one but himself and deny the existence of a higher power, but the minute his chips are down, out come the prayers and the oaths to God. But the Gods do not hear the prayers of murderers and rapists!

Robert says the look in the man's eyes was one of disbelief when he ran his talon across the man's belly, essentially disemboweling this mercenary piece of shit. With a gasping breath the man started to plead for a life that was already taken. Deep down Robert never did enjoy seeing anything suffer. He always kills a deer quickly to minimize its suffering; he always treats death with respect. Even with those that deserve it, even those who have declared war against us and who threaten our families, there has always been a measure of respect, an honor in death. With a single blow, Robert decapitated the man to quiet his pleading. Now saying this, don't underestimate my husband. He has his moments of sadism and cruel irony; he can be cold and entirely vindictive when he wants to be.




Guardian Wolf Ch. 04



'Bill let's send that cocksucker in New York a message,' Robert said.

'What did you have in mind, bro?' Bill asked.

Robert simply held the head of the dead man up to his brother's face. His actions conveyed meaning louder than words.

'Bob, you can be a cold, sadistic mother fucker, you know that,' Bill said grinning, 'I'm glad to call you my brother.'

'Dane, Gustav. Sorry guys, I know you just dressed but we are going to decapitate the corpses to send Grigor a little 'fuck you' message,' Bill apologized.

'Hey anything to fuck with that bastard's head we are all for it!' Dane answered as he and Gustav started to disrobe.

Bill and the others proceeded to decapitate and gather the heads in a trash bag, including Anatoly's from the tunnel. Robert called the house and told me what was going on and what he wanted me to do. I told him I would send someone with the supplies he needed and another car so we could go visit Amber and Kyle in the hospital. I asked Toby to follow me in a second Tahoe and I told him where we were going. He never even questioned me when I had him get a couple gallons of diesel fuel from the motor pool. Our omegas are good like that. They are smart enough to know what is going on, and smarter still not to question an order from an Alpha. We left shortly after and followed Robert's directions to the steam tunnels. It took us almost an hour, but we made it just fine.

During that time, Robert, Bill, and the others had moved the bodies into the steam tunnels. We didn't want anyone stumbling across the bodies too soon and calling the authorities. We quickly doused the bodies with the diesel fuel and set them ablaze. Dane and Gustav managed to reseat the door on the hinge and wash off some of Sasha's blood with some water from a nearby creek. They loaded the weapons into the second Tahoe; careful to hide them in case the car was searched. We cleaned up as much as we could and told Toby to take Dane and Gustav back to the compound. They were dirty and tired and in need of a serious bath. Robert cautioned Toby not to speed and to place the guns in the armory so they could be dismantled, cleaned, and given new serial numbers. Why throw away a perfectly good weapon when we have one of the best gunsmiths around to give a bad weapon a good future? He even registers the new weapons with the federal government, including all the necessary paperwork. Of course, the weapons are classified as semi-automatic for the government's sake. Can't go having automatic weapons around now, can we?" Maggie paused again as she saw Rachel's eyes glaze over in the 'I have no idea what you are talking about' look.

"You see baby, while we try to live within the rules and regulations set by the human governments, we take care of our own first and foremost. Our kind has its own rules and laws about retribution and vendettas. It has gotten harder over the years with the advances of forensic science and such. We obey human law as long as we can, but Clan law supersedes any mortal law. Vendettas and retribution killings still exist in the world. Most of the time it stems from humans who are physically threatening a group of supernatural's, like what happened here. Other times people find out accidentally what we are and they freak. When we cannot reason with, bribe, blackmail, or threaten them into silence, there have been instances where they have been killed to keep our secret.

It is something difficult to fathom our laws when you come from the human world like you and I did; it goes against everything we were taught before we were turned. But if it ever got out that werewolves, vampires, and such exist and are among the humans, there would be mass hysteria and panic on a global scale. The human governments would be forced to react; wars would break out and the bloodshed would quickly escalate to the point where it would wash over like it did during the Blood Wars. The cost of this happening is unimaginable and the high council refuses to go through that nightmare again. Do you know that only 1 in every 100 Lycan survived during that time? Our species were nearly wiped out during the Blood Wars. It has taken the last two millennia just to bring our numbers back up," Maggie said.

"I see the logic Maggie and I know that someday James and I may have to face such a sobering truth. I promise we will do all in our power to protect the pack's secret. You can trust us. Curious question, though. Just how many in the world are actually immortal?" Rachel asked.

"I know you will do everything in your power to keep our secret baby. That's why I don't hesitate in telling you these things. As to your question, no one is exactly sure. We Lycan breed exceptionally well, as do the vampires. Our genetic lines are well documented and inventoried. Our own Clan genealogy dates back to before the Council of Nicaea. The elves and dwarves are more secretive about their numbers. The magic realm has had a harder time increasing their numbers over the last few centuries; something to do with the rise of Christianity and subsequently science. No one believes in magic anymore, thus making it harder to find a suitable mate.

The Alpha lines don't have any problem. Like our bloodlines, their mating is dictated by the fates and they are marked by the bonds of Nicaea. But the lesser elves and dwarves are finding it hard to find a mate who they may bond on such a deep level as to procreate. Lycan and vampire mates are easier to locate because our species have developed a heightened sense of smell and we recognize the unique pheromones our mates emit. The magical beings depend on a spiritual aura to identify mates, which is much more subtle. Also, their breeding cycles are much more erratic than ours. Elf and dwarf women only come into heat every couple of years and it becomes increasingly harder to predict when a woman is fertile. All in all, from our own records and just plain guessing we estimate the supernatural world is between six and ten percent of the population. That's less than six hundred million people throughout the entire world Rachel. It's not that many," Maggie said.

"So the human governments know who and what we are?" Rachel asked.

"They do. It was part of the Articles of Nicaea that the major governments of man would be the only ones to know of our existence; while the rest of mankind slipped into ignorance and superstition about us, the human leaders were informed and charged with keeping peace between our races. Only the most senior officials know about us and they are sworn to absolute secrecy; it is a greater national secret than nuclear launch codes. A few years ago the high council drew up a kind of nondisclosure agreement with the governments; if anyone 'read in' to our kind tries to expose us, they are immediately discredited by other parties. In some extreme cases they have been killed to silence them.

John F. Kennedy Jr. is one such example. He thought it was wrong to keep such a secret from the American people; he wanted to expose us to the world and use it to his advantage in the next election. There really was a second gunman on the grassy knoll that day in Dallas; that is why there remains such a strong conspiracy around his death. The high council has an entire division dedicated to discrediting people and spreading rumors and conspiracies. Misdirection and guile are powerful tools in our world; if you can make someone look crazy or like a fool, few will believe him. It is not common anymore and most politicians accept us; they understand the benefits we contribute to the world. Because of us and our knowledge of things, we have helped progress the development of technology and medicine; without us, the humans would still be decades from where they are now. Anonymity remains mutually beneficial for us all.

"Do they know exactly who we are? Do they keep lists on us?" Rachel asked.

"No, it's nothing like that. The humans know about us, but they don't know specifics. Most of the governments only have dealings with the most senior members of the high council; the rest of our races are kept in strict anonymity. Again this is for the protection of everyone; the more one individual knows, the greater the risk they pose. The humans are content to leave us be; they know we exist, but they don't like to talk about it. We are our own dirty little secret," Maggie giggled.

"Okay. So tell me the end of the story. Did we finally seek our revenge on Grigor; did we eventually kill that little cocksucker?" Rachel asked.

"Our revenge?" Maggie asked, surprised that Rachel already saw herself as one of them.

"Damn straight. I am pack now. Any attack on us is an attack on me. I wouldn't think twice about killing someone who threatened my family. And that is what our pack is...family. Right?" Rachel said.

Maggie had tears in her eyes. Mother Luna bless this dear sweet child! She had not even known of her kind for forty-eight hours and she already was referring to it as her pack. Even Maggie had to admit that she had a harder time coming to grips with things when she was first turned; it had taken even longer to assimilate into the pack. She rushed over and threw her arms around Rachel. Maggie had great hope for James and Rachel; the fates had surely picked a fine mate for James. She was proud to call her daughter.

"You're absolutely correct, baby. You don't know how happy it makes me to know that you already see yourself as pack. And to answer your question, we absolutely did get our revenge on the little prick; it was a sweet and vicious revenge," Maggie said as she sat down across from Rachel again.

"After we had cleaned up the evidence around the steam tunnels and ensured that no one could visibly see the fire from the access road, we loaded up in the other Tahoe and drove to Providence Regional. When we reached the hospital, we ran into the emergency room to inquire about everyone. We ran smack into Kyle who was still in the waiting room. Despite the horrendous day all of us were having, he gave us a small smile of encouragement. The ER doctor that was on staff is nephew to Michael Walcott; it turns out that many in the Archer clan choose medicine and law enforcement as well as construction and manufacturing. He told us that the attending doctor had all three girls in ICU; he ensured Kyle that no one would question how quickly Amber's wounds were healing

Kyle said that Dr. Strongwell would induce labor after Amber had a couple hours to rest and heal. My poor sweet boy was struggling to keep a strong face. His lip quivered as he told us the pups were dead. Inducing labor was the safest way to remove the stillborn infants without harming the mother. Amber's wounds had been extensive; the bastard's had cracked and broken several ribs in the process of raping her. It is believed part of a broken rib perforated the amniotic sac, causing her water to break. Kyle had asked her why she had not shifted and she said it was the drugs the kidnappers had injected; despite her human half being somewhat conscious, her wolf slipped in and out of consciousness. She could not maintain a solid link with her girl to bring about the change. Amber sobbed when she related how Anatoly had savagely kicked and beaten her abdomen, the whole time swearing at her and calling her 'bitch' and 'whore'. The sick fuck got off while he beat her. But she was resting comfortably now and would be asleep for a few more hours.

Robert and I inquired about the other two girls. Kyle said that Anna was in surgery, during the raping and beating, her right lung had collapsed. If we had not found her when we did and got her to the hospital, she would have died for sure. The surgeon was confident he could repair the damage. Anna also sustained a broken right arm, a severely bruised pelvis, and a bruised clavicle. She would require several days in the hospital while they monitored her breathing and to see if her lung was fully repaired.

Jennifer was in the best shape, if you could call it that. She suffered several blows to the head that had broken her left cheek and crushed her eye socket. She also suffered from a bruised pelvis among other superficial cuts and bruises. She would require extensive facial reconstruction to rebuild her cheek and eye socket, but none of her injuries where life threatening. Both women had suffered severe vaginal and rectal bruising and would take some weeks to heal. The doctor feared, due to the extreme nature and brutality of the attack, all the girls would need extensive psychological treatment.

Robert inquired what had happened with Dmitry. Kyle actually laughed out loud at his question. Bull told Kyle that the kid had a death grip on Jennifer's right hand the entire time; he spent the entire drive talking and whispering stuff in Russian to Jennifer. When the emergency room attendants tried to extricate him so they could take her into observation, the young man began to swear vehemently in Russian. He was so distraught at having to leave Jennifer he had slipped back into total dialect; Kyle had to end up translating for the bewildered orderlies. Kyle told the two men that Dmitry was Jennifer's boyfriend and she had just gone through a horrible ordeal; he was just scared and was trying to protect her from any more pain. When Dmitry started to threaten bodily harm to anyone that tried to take him from her side, a security guard was called in. Dmitry's imposing 6'4" and 230lbs. towered over the aging security guard. His eyes practically dared the poor man into trying something. Kyle eventually calmed the boy down long enough for the orderlies to get Jennifer into the ER.

Since being placed in the ICU, Dmitry again refused to leave her side. He didn't sleep and he refused to eat; he didn't even notice Bull sitting quietly in the corner watching them. The only thing he asked for were some fresh scrubs from a nurse to change out of his uniform; he told the nurse he needed a shower and requested a few moments alone. I think the boy was embarrassed to tell anyone he was still soiled from that morning. After his shower and a quick change he was right back at her side. He continued to simply hold her right hand and whisper to her Я так сожалею, мой небольшой Rapunzel (I'm so sorry, my little Rapunzel). The young man blamed himself for what happened to Jennifer. He had heard the rumor about Anatoly and worried what they would do once they actually kidnapped the girls. The entire plan never sat well with him and he should have done something, but admits to being a coward when it came to confronting Anatoly or his father. Even though Jennifer forgives him and doesn't hold his past against him, the poor boy still is haunted by his own demons.

It was close to eleven o'clock at night when Dr. Strongwell came out to speak with us. He said that Anna was well and the surgeon Dr. Peabody was able to repair the hole in her lung. She was recovering in ICU and was in stable condition; she would be moved to a regular floor within the next day or two. Jennifer was sleeping comfortably in ICU and would be moved in the morning; he says he had contacted one of the premiere reconstructive surgeons in Washington. He was confident that Jennifer would make a full recovery with little or no scaring once the surgery was fully completed. Robert told the doctor to send his company all of the medical bills including the ones for Jennifer's reconstructive surgery. The doctor laughed at this. His uncle had said Robert would do this exact thing and he had already made the arrangements with our company insurance.

Dr. Strongwell then notified us that Amber was awake and asking to see Kyle. The doctor said he had started an IV that would start labor within the hour. It would still be two or three hours until she was dilated enough to begin the birthing process. Kyle was escorted back to the ICU to see his wife. Robert, Bill and I went to the hospital cafeteria to try and eat something. It had been a long and arduous day; everyone was starving. About one in the morning, Kyle came back to the waiting room to let us know that Amber was fully dilated and Dr. Strongwell was starting the birthing process. He said he would tell us when the twins were out; without another word he turned around and walked back into Amber's room. It was close to eight in the morning when Kyle came out to tell us his girls had been born. He was trying to hold back tears as he told us they were beautiful little girls. I immediately went to my boy and he broke down in tears. He was exhausted and emotionally drained; he sobbed quietly for a few minutes while he grieved for his pups on my shoulder. My giant of a son sobbed like a little boy, his heart was broken; he and Amber had so looked forward to being parents again. I knew that soon his grief would be replaced with rage at Grigor, but at that moment my son needed his mother.

It was a few minutes later when we were ushered into Amber's room. Amber sat with a lost feeling in her eyes. We could all tell she had been crying as she wept for her children. She felt empty but there were no tiny bundles of joy in her arms to replace that feeling of emptiness in her womb. Kyle immediately went to his wife and they both broke down in tears once more. On a small cart sat two tiny bodies. They were wrapped tenderly in blankets like they were fast asleep without a care in the world. But as you got closer you could see there was no life; there was no flutter of stomachs as they breathed; there was no twitch of nostrils as they took in fresh air. The girls' bodies resembled the dolls I had as a little girl. I found myself pleading helplessly with Mother Luna to bring these babies back from the grasp of death, but my prayers went unanswered," Maggie paused to retrieve a tissue from the box that she and Rachel now shared between them as they wept openly. Rachel eyes were moist as she had to repeatedly dab the tissue under her eyes. She prayed to all the Gods in the Universe that the men who caused this would burn in the fiery depths of Hell for all of eternity. She regretted not being a werewolf before now; she would have enjoyed ripping the flesh from those fucking bastards' bodies.

"We all spent a few minutes openly sharing our children's pain. Even Robert and Bill wept openly for the loss of innocence. If the humans around us had our superior hearing for just that moment, they would have run from the building in terror. Each of us was crying, but just beneath the surface our wolves were howling with rage; every one of our wolves was subconsciously expressing their distaste through our sub vocals. You could feel the anger and fury building in the room like a coming storm. Nothing was said out loud, but each one was thinking the exact same thing: Grigor Khrushchev was a dead man," Maggie said.

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"Even in sorrow there were some bright moments during that time. Dmitry spent the next two weeks by Jennifer's side; he only ventured to the bathroom and occasionally to find something to eat. After the third day even Bull was convinced the young man was sincere and no longer a threat to Jennifer or the pack; Kyle told Robert what was going on and he was told to leave the boy alone. Robert decided then and there that Dmitry had a heart of gold and had proven himself in helping them to find the girls. Jennifer woke up the next day, still in a lot of pain; she was scared and confused at where she was. It took Kyle and Bull a good couple of hours to explain what had happened to her.

She began to sob uncontrollably when told of Amber's babies. Without even thinking she buried her head in Dmitry's chest and cried. He spent the next hour holding her, cradling her head and whispering things in Russian. Dmitry was careful to avoid the left side of her face as he held her. Think of the surprise to Dmitry and Kyle when she finally responded, not in English but in Russian! It turns out that her maternal grandfather grew up in Lithuania and taught her how to speak Russian during the summers she visited him in Maine. She said her grandfather used to actually call her his little Rapunzel because she refused to have her hair cut. Her mother had to keep her hair braided and styled in a bun to keep the girl from tripping over her own hair. He never actually told anyone, but I think Dmitry took this as an omen that she eventually would be his. It seems the fates have it worked out for certain humans as well; the two were destined for each other.




Guardian Wolf Ch. 04



On the fourth day, Dmitry asked to see Kyle. This is when we learned about Dmitry's history, his relationship to Grigor, and what he was doing at Black Fjord security. Dmitry pledged his life and his service to Kyle and the Wolfe clan. Kyle had spared his young life and given him and opportunity to start over; he was indebted forever because of this. He was ashamed of his past and his connection to all this mess; he wanted to make amends for his actions. He wanted to help bring down his father for causing such needless pain. Kyle said he would have to speak to Robert before any decisions were made. Kyle says the entire time they sat and talked, Jennifer continued to hold Dmitry's hand and even squeezed it encouragingly when Dmitry offered to do anything to help. It seems she had already forgiven and forgotten. When you talk to Jennifer about this she just smiles and said she was quite taken with the blond haired, blue eyed man. I think it was here she fell in love with him.

Robert and I had left to return home. There was nothing more we could do for our kids until we laid Amber's twins to rest. We were thinking of ways to draw Grigor out into the open when Kyle called Robert. After he explained his conversation with Dmitry detailing exactly who Dmitry Kerchanko is, we started to develop a plan. Robert and I made the trip back to Providence Regional the next day; we wanted to hear everything from the horse's mouth. When we arrived, Dmitry was sitting alone in Jennifer's room quietly waiting for her return. Kyle had taken Amber and their daughters' bodies home to Seattle to make funeral arrangements. Bull was still loitering around the hospital. He wasn't directly watching Dmitry anymore. He spent most of his time sitting with Anna and watching her recover; I think the large brute has a soft spot in his heart for the woman. He is still quite young and he hasn't said anything, but if you mention Anna to Bull, he gets this little love sick twinkle in his eye. If you ask me, I think we will be adding another to our pack sometime in the future. She is his mate and both know it, but neither will admit it. They continue to skate around the issue to this day. It is not very often a lower wolf finds a mate in the human population.

Anyway, we were a little surprised to see Dmitry completely alone and unsupervised sitting in the chair next to Jennifer's bed. It turns out the plastic surgeon, a Dr. Granger, had arrived that morning and wanted to speak with Jennifer about what would be needed to repair the damage to her face. She would have to undergo three days of reconstructive surgery followed by almost a week of complete bed rest. We didn't even have to say anything. Dmitry was staying with her for the duration whether we liked it or not; nothing would change his mind," Maggie paused

Rachel was starting to get a little impatient. When was Maggie going to get to Grigor? She wanted to hear how the little fuck met his end. It was like she was watching a highly anticipated movie and she was left hanging on just before the climatic ending; she wanted to fast forward the conversation to get to the juicy parts. Maggie noticed this and laughed a little at Rachel's expense. She noticed that Rachel still had yet to develop real patience; she trusted that James would be an exceptional teacher in showing her exactly how to be patient.

"Patience girl! A good story is not complete until you have developed the proper character development and background. I'm coming to the end of it, trust me. I'm sure you are wondering what Robert and I did with all those severed heads we had in our Tahoe, hmm?"

"Yes! How did you do it?"

"Well, if you will settle down a little bit longer, I will tell you," Maggie giggled once more. Rachel reminded her of her children at Christmas time.

"The heads were still in the back of our Tahoe hidden underneath the floor paneling that houses a spare tire. After talking briefly with Greg about Amber...that is Dr. Strongwell's first name by the way...Robert pulled him aside and explained the entire situation to him. Greg was more than happy to help exact revenge on this particularly nasty piece of shit. He told Robert to pull around to the back of the hospital. There is a loading dock that is directly adjacent to the morgue. Greg met Robert at the entrance of the loading dock and helped him bring the trash bag full of our kill inside. The hospital uses insulated crates filled with dry ice to ship organs and other necessary perishables to hospitals around the world. Greg had such a crate waiting for Robert. They placed the large trash bag in the crate then surrounded it with blocks of dry ice. Kyle had given Robert the address to Grigor's facility in Manhattan that morning. They made the necessary preparations to ship the crate directly to Grigor from the hospital. Greg said it was quite easy to fudge the shipping records and falsify the point of origin; this would help protect the hospital from suspicion and keep Grigor guessing.

After falsifying the shipping manifest and making the necessary arrangements to expedite the crate so Grigor would receive it the following morning, Robert asked if there was anything he could do to repay him for his service. Greg said that he was somewhat jealous of the arrangement his Uncle Michael had with Brent; he wanted to know if there was any way Robert could convince Brent to ship some choice meat directly to his house in Everett. Robert laughed heartily at Greg's request; it never ceases to amuse him that most of his extracurricular business arrangements are dealt in meat. He said that would be no problem and to expect several large sides of beef in the coming weeks. Robert shared Kyle's mantra for repaying debts to others with Greg; both men got quite a kick out it. We still send Greg several nice cuts of meat along with some of our newest gadgets every Christmas. His kids absolutely love the new technical gizmos we send and James's latest invention has become quite popular with Greg's wife," Maggie said this with a saucy wink.

"What invention, the heat sensor for the electronic shower?" Rachel asked completely in the dark.

Maggie actually barked with laughter, "oh Gods no! Like I told you earlier dear, you must never underestimate Wolfe men when it comes to being inventive in the bedroom. Our young James took it one step further and recently created one of the finest vibrators on the market today. You see, one of our smallest but most profitable subsidiaries deals in adult merchandise. You wouldn't believe how large the market is for such things; we cater to millions of mortal and immortal cliental all over the world. That mischievous mate of yours created a wireless remote controlled mini-vibrator that will almost knock a woman's socks off when she cums. This thing has kept me very warm on nights when Robert is away on pack business. I don't want to totally ruin the surprise so I will leave actually showing you the device to James. Dear Sweetie! That perverted pup of mine has created a sex toy that has sold well over ten million units this year alone. The direct royalties he is receiving from this one invention alone will keep you very comfortable for years to come!" Maggie said with a triumphant grin.

Rachel sat there in shock for a moment. What other surprises did her mate hold in store for her? Every time she thought she had a good bead on James, he or his family would throw a wrench into the mix. Finally she broke down in a fit of laughter that left her gasping for breath and her eyes red from crying. Shaking her head to get rid of the giggles she finally spoke.

"Men! Leave it to James to use that brilliant intellect of his to create something perverted. I'm sure he is just dying to use his new invention on me. If it is as good as you say it is, I don't think I can say no," Rachel said as she laughed.

"Oh trust me baby! You won't even lift a finger of protest once you feel this baby pulsing in your pussy. James may seem immature and perverted sometimes...okay he actually is immature and perverted...but then all men are... nothing but overgrown boys the whole lot of them...but the point is he is an absolute genius when it comes to electrical circuitry. He developed the entire motherboard himself in-house and even developed a new type of microcontroller to drive the thing. It may be a sex toy to us, but it is just another interesting puzzle and creation to James. I can't tell you how much I look forward to an upgrade.

You know when he was developing the prototype he asked Robert and me to test it out. I was a little hesitant at first, to be sure; a mother testing a sex toy developed by her son. But after about the first ten seconds of that thing humming away inside me, I was singing absolute praises to the little piece of plastic. When Abby and Katy got wind of what James had created, nearly every pack female was clamoring for one of the things. Be wary of what you say around those two; anything you let slip will get around the compound very quickly. My sister was green with envy and pissed that James chose me to test the prototype. I absolutely love rubbing it in her face. We have always been very competitive with each other, especially when it comes to sex," Maggie got a very far-away look in her eyes as she reminisced about her time spent alone with Camille.

Rachel had to snap her fingers to bring Maggie back to reality. Rachel just giggled as Maggie broke from her reverie and blushed furiously in embarrassment.

"Oh forgive me dear. Here we go getting off on tangents again. I never used to get so distracted before. I blame one Robert Wolfe for making me crave his body whenever I start talking or thinking of sex. It's like all the blood rushes out of my head and directly into my aching pussy. Here, let me get through the story before I break down and give you a personal demonstration of what that vibrator can do," Maggie said looking still a bit flushed.

"The day we came back to the hospital to talk with Dmitry, Robert caught up with Greg to tell them the delivery had been successful. The delivery guy had no idea what he was carrying when he pulled up to the security gate at Black Fjord. He simply told the guards it was for one Gregory Simpson. After the guards cleared it for explosives they allowed the guy to drive right up to the front door. Another pair of security guards met the delivery guy at the door. It just so happened, that Gregory Simpson contracted a separate security company to guard the main lobby and perimeter gates. Go figure, huh? A security company employing another security company to guard it; it sounds practically schizophrenic, doesn't it? When I asked Robert about it, he said it was probably due to taxes. It was cheaper to hire a second, less expensive company to guard the unsecure parts of his company than use his own personnel.

The point is that Robert's youngest brother Caleb owns the second company; this was extremely fortuitous for us because it gave us a glimpse into what actually went on around the premises. One of Caleb's brothers, a sweet boy named Henry, was working the front desk the day our special package arrived. Again they scanned the crate for explosives. I guess being a slime ball Grigor must get a lot of bomb threats and such. After they verified for the second time there was no bomb, the front desk called Mr. Simpson down to the lobby to see the package; after all it was addressed to his company in care of Gregory Simpson. When Grigor made it down to the lobby Henry presented him with a crowbar. Grigor was very hesitant to approach the crate until both security guards assured him it had been swept for explosives. We later found out that Grigor is paranoid almost to a fault; one of the occupational hazards of being a criminal kingpin. This is one of the reasons why it was so hard to get near the slimy bastard.

Henry laughed when he later reported to Caleb about what happened. When Grigor opened the crate the look on his face was confusion when he found dry ice and a black garbage bag. The look of confusion turned to one of disgust and anger when he discovered the heads of all his mercenary buddies. That look of anger quickly paled as the blood rushed from his face; Henry says Gregory looked absolutely ghostly when he noticed what was written on the underside of the lid. I didn't know it at the time but before they closed up the crate, Robert grabbed Kyle to write a little message to Grigor in Cyrillic. The icing on the cake was they managed to write the message in blood. Greg probably opened up one of those intravenous bags of blood they use for transfusions to write the message:





Guardian Wolf Ch. 05



Author's note: Here it is folks, Chapter 5. I want to first apologize to everyone who waited so patiently for this chapter. Between the holidays and school starting, plus the usual B.S. of work and family life, my time to write was severely limited. Plus it didn't help that I was lazy getting off my ass to finish this chapter during the last two weeks. This is the longest chapter so far; it should be close to eight LIT pages. I included much of what I wanted to write, but not all; I wanted to get something on site for you to enjoy. I figured two months is long enough for you to wait for a new chapter, despite its length. 

This chapter includes some more family history and a brief genealogy of the Wolfe clan and the origins of Lycans itself. I want to state that the origins of Luna and the Lycans themselves are my own idea, and bear little resemblance to actual, established mythology and lore. I had trouble finding actual references to Luna and other mythological characters, so I kind of made it up as I went. There are several references to actual, established literary myth and are labeled as such. I hope my interpretation of events are to your liking and won't be stepping on any toes of those who hold different views of Lycan mythology. Feel free to e-mail and tell me what you thought of the 'creation' story.

References of any and all celebrities are fictional and are used for literary purposes only. To fans of Peter Steele and Type O Negative, I hope you will enjoy the interaction of James and Rachel with Peter. I wanted to make Peter a vampire and give him a noble and rich history consistent with his Romanian heritage. The idea of making him related to Vlad the Impaler was intriguing for me; I hope the story is enjoyable for you all. As to his middle name used herein, I guessed. I could find no reference to his actual middle name on either the official band website, or Wikipedia. I tried to give him a traditional and regal sounding Romanian name. If anyone knows his actual middle name, please e-mail me and I will make changes in the final copy. In addition, reference to his death is for literary purposes only and a needed path for a continued storyline. To members of the band and family, I give my deepest condolences for the loss of Peter Steele. He was a king among men and he will be sorely missed. I always appreciate feedback I hear from the fans (both good and bad). Your comments and criticism has helped me to improve my story and my writing. 

Warning: The sex scenes herein will not be to everyone's liking. There are references to anal play, domination and submission, and use of adult toys. There is strong and crude language used throughout and many of the scenes are not traditional 'vanilla' love scenes. This warning is to those who stumble across this chapter without reading my previous chapters. Those who have read and enjoyed previous chapters will not be disappointed with the sex (I hope). To those who have criticized my style of writing in the pass and continue to read, I question your reason for continually reading something you may not necessarily enjoy. But all comments and criticism are welcome gladly. Please enjoy...DespairEternity.

Chapter 8 – Genealogy, Family History, and Contracts

October 4th, 2006

Rachel threw a fist into the air with a triumphant yell, "Yes! The son a bitch roasted like a pig on a spit!"

Maggie had to giggle at such exuberance. It says a lot about how bad Grigor Khrushchev was when your daughter is cheering at his death like it was a football game. 

"A couple of hikers stumbled across the site two days later. They notified the ranger station who called the local sheriff's office. By the time the authorities showed up later in the evening there was not much left of the cabin; the place had pretty much burned to the foundation. Wild animals had left a mark as well; the bodies of Grigor and his buddies were decimated. What the fire started, Mother Nature finished. There was not much left of any of them. They had to identify most of the bodies through dental records. The FBI caught wind of it as soon as the name Gregory Simpson was mentioned. The Justice Department had been building an official case against Black Fjord Security for the past year. The recent attacks against our company only added an urgency to find evidence against them. The problem was of course, they were never able to gather enough to go to trial. Witnesses would either disappear or were too scared to testify. The slippery bastard was good at covering his tracks.

The FBI New York field office dispatched a team of agents to take over the investigation of Grigor's death. From the beginning thee agents were working almost totally in the dark. A heavy rain the day before had utterly destroyed any physical evidence that may have remained and all remnants of our presence were wiped away before we left. The evidence that did remain overwhelmingly pointed to an animal attack; the only evidence of human interaction was a bit of burnt rope still around Grigor's wrists and the bullet hole in the sniper's head. The round itself had passed clean through the guy's skull and was lost to the forest. Two months later the FBI case went stone cold. By this time they had done a little more digging into Grigor's past and discovered exactly who he really was. The supposition became that this was a revenge killing from a rival criminal syndicate. At least they got it half right" Maggie said with a giggle.

"Three months after the cabin, Black Fjord was in dire straits. Grigor owned ninety percent of the company and the other ten percent was owned by the various lieutenants in his criminal organization. Ninety-five percent of their managers died in the fire that night; the other five percent tried to keep the company afloat, but without Grigor to run things they quickly fell into bankruptcy. They were desperate for anyone to come along and save them. That is when Robert and Caleb approached them with an offer. Black Fjord security would be sold to Wolfe Corporation for pennies on the dollar; in exchange, all financial obligations would become our responsibility. 

We went through that company with a fine-toothed comb. Anyone who even smelt like one of Grigor's flunkies was immediately terminated and reported to the authorities. Six months after the acquisition Black Fjord was reborn as White Wolfe Security. Robert gave Caleb a controlling interest of the company and appointed him CEO. It was a totally different company afterwards. With an entire new team of management and a much better public image with our company backing them, Caleb quickly turned WWS into one of the premier corporate and private security firms in the country. Everyone we kept from the old employment roster say it is a much better company to work for. Last year Caleb expanded into the international markets including Canada and Europe. Most of our clients are human, but we also have contracts with the supernatural community. All the reports say the company has a bright future and no longer carries the taint of Grigor Khrushchev. The history books will not even spare a foot note for that piece of shit; he will be quickly and quietly forgotten from memory," Maggie said.

"Wow! That was awesome Maggie. I must say you are a better story teller than James. I guess it is up to me to go rescue the big cry baby, isn't it?" Rachel asked.

"You are his mate baby. Go and save him from those two little girls," Maggie started laughing, "hopefully they haven't bruised his...um...ego...too much. Head straight out of the kitchen and hang a left. There are a set of stairs that will take you straight to the basement. Just follow the moans and groans...I'm sure James will be at the end of them."

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Rachel made her way downstairs to the basement. She found her way into a very large gymnasium filled with exercise equipment and a heated indoor pool. At the far end was an area designated for gymnastics and sparring. Rachel had to grin as she saw her mate flat on his back; two tiny brunettes had him pinned beneath them. One had his left arm in an arm-bar with her legs wrapped around his head while the other was busy torturing the soles of James' feet. He was screaming as he laughed out loud, begging for them to stop.

"Okay girls! I still need him in one piece when you are done with him," Rachel giggled.

"Oh thank the Gods! My angel of salvation is here," James gasped as he tried to recapture his breath.

Two identical fifteen year old girls bounced to their feet and bounded over to greet Rachel.

"Hi, I'm Summer! Thanks for loaning your mate to us for the last hour. He was a great sport in letting us show him some of the new moves Daddy has been teaching us," Summer said.

"Yeah! I'm Autumn by the way. We were told you were part of the mess we had to clean up last night. What are you going to do about it?" Autumn asked.

"How does a $1000 gift certificate each to the mall sound?" Rachel offered.

Two identical, high-pitched squeals broke the quiet in the gym. Rachel found herself tackled by the two girls in a bearish hug.

"Deal!" the girls said in unison.

Summer and Autumn untangled themselves and helped Rachel to her feet. She went over to her husband still lying in a heap on the floor. 

"That sound fair sweetie?" Rachel asked.

"Absolutely! Anything to have them quit treating me like their personal punching bag!" James replied.

James extended a hand to Rachel to help him up. Rachel was surprised to find she was able to lug his 260lb. bulk with ease. 

"Werewolf strength," James explained, "got to love it!"

"Didn't save your sorry ass from getting whooped by a couple of girls," a deep voice said behind them.

"I didn't see you trying to help me Thumper. If memory serves correctly, you are the one who unleashed the gruesome twosome," James complained.

"Hey!" both girls complained in stereo, while simultaneously making faces behind James's back. But seeing their father approach, the twins retreated to the sanctity of their bedroom and the mountain of homework waiting for them.

Rachel turned around to see Marcus's older brother Thumper come strolling up to them. His two girls had certainly done a number on James.

"Whatever. If our future Alpha can't handle two 100 lb. girls we are in for a load of trouble," Thumper grinned at James, "I told you not to underestimate them Jimmy."

"I hate when you call me that...Tiberius," James scowled. Thumper's grin vanished as his given name was uttered in public.

"Tiberius?" Rachel asked.

"Mom's a huge history buff; she named her children after prominent figures in ancient history. I was named after Roman emperor Tiberius Augustus," Thumper scowled, "I don't care if he was a Roman emperor I have never liked my name. It sounds just a little too fruity for my taste. Marcus was named after Marcus Aurelius and our eldest brother is named Octavian...after Octavius Thurinus...everyone just calls him Gus though; he doesn't like his name either!" 

"So why do they call you Thumper?" Rachel asked.

"I can answer that," a voice said behind them.

A very pregnant platinum blond woman came waddling up to them; her heavy milk-filled breasts swayed easily through a thin peasant maternity top with every step. She looked absolutely ready to pop. 

"Hi, I'm Thumper's mate Amy. Sorry I didn't get a chance to meet you last night. The kids were up all day fighting and I wasn't feeling too well," Amy said as she poked her stomach, "not even born yet and they are already sparring with one another."

"That's because they are Daddy's little warriors," Thumper said as he came behind to cradle his wife and his boys in her swollen belly.

"So where does he get the nickname?" Rachel asked.

"We call him Thumper because of this," Amy said as she reached behind her to scratch her husband's right ear. The minute she brushed his ear, Thumper's eyes rolled into the back of his head and his right leg started thumping hard against the matted floor. Everyone giggled at Thumper's unusual condition. 

"He's been like that ever since he was young. Cami says that Tiberius was her wild child. He always preferred to stay in wolf form, spending his days running around the compound and his nights nuzzling up to a warm body. People started scratching his ears like you would any regular canine and that's when they discovered the unusual side effect. Everyone started calling him Thumper because of the noise his hind leg would make. We didn't discover it translated to his human side until the night we were mated. We were enjoying a brief pause between getting to know each other better physically when I reached out to stroke his ear. We were both quite surprised to see his leg go off. Everyone has tried it since, but I am the only one he does it for. It takes his woman's magic touch to get his motor revving," Amy said this as she again stroked his ear. Thumper again went off with his leg spasms against the floor, a deep growl of approval welled up from his sub vocals. 

"It's my little way of telling him when I want to play. The doctors always tell us we have to wait until after the pups are born to have fun, but that hasn't stopped me from teasing him mercilessly," Amy said this with a wicked grin.

"Pregnant or not, you are so going to get it if you keep that up," Thumper warned. 

Amy simply stuck her tongue out in open defiance; Thumper quickly took the opportunity to reassert his dominance over his pregnant wife and kissed her firmly and passionately. The kissed deepened and Thumper started to massage and tease his wife's right breast. Amy groaned appreciatively and leaned into his caress. Before things went out of control, Thumper terminated the kiss and resumed his position behind his mate. He had a very pleased smile on his face knowing he exacted a measure of revenge upon his horny mate. A look of sheer lust and need was now very evident on Amy's face. Regardless of where or when, the first opportunity found she vowed to jump Thumper and reclaim her mate. It had been far too long since they last made love and she was becoming desperate to feel his powerful form thrusting between her thighs once again. The resulting pregnancy from their frequent sexual adventures during her heat cycle was wonderful, but she always missed physical intimacy during the late stages of her gravidity. She knew that their first encounter post-pregnancy was always extremely hot and gratifying; even after all these years, Thumper continued to amaze her in the bedroom. 

"Where were we now?" Amy said, still flustered from her mate's touch. Everyone else chuckled at her momentary confusion.

"Thumper owns his own tattoo parlor near Seattle. He was the one who did the art on my back. His work is excellent and he has offered to give us a couple on the house as a mating present," James said.

"Really?!" Rachel asked excitedly. She would love to have another tattoo.

"Absolutely, seeing that jewelry and wedding bands, in particular, are not practical for our species, tattooing and piercings are what most of us have done to commemorate special moments in our lives. Here let me show you," Thumper said as he took off his shirt. 

He turned his back to the young couple to show off some of his own ink. There was a veritable collage that adorned his back and chest. As he pointed out the various markings, Thumper wove a story of his life and his experiences. One that struck Rachel as most interesting was a nude image of a very pregnant Amy as she cradled her stomach. A banner with Victorian script bore the words 'Bringer of Life' above her portrait. A list of names and dates were tattooed beneath; the name of their young forever enshrined on his flesh. 

"This one is very special to me and Amy," Thumper said as he massaged the figure that adorned his right shoulder, "I wanted a way of always remembering my children and their births; every time I see this in the mirror it brings back such happy memories. No matter how long I live, no matter what happens in my life, this will always be there to remind me of happier times," Thumper said.

"It's beautiful. You captured Amy perfectly," Rachel said in awe.

"It was actually my assistant Bo-Bo...Boris Kirov; he comes from a pack of the Fenris Clan based in St. Petersburg. He's mated to one of Michael Walcott's daughters from the Archer clan. He is Michelangelo with a tattoo needle. If you asked, there is no doubt in my mind he could recreate the ceiling from the Sistine chapel on your body. He has absolutely no formal training and free hands everything; Bo-Bo refuses to use stencils. But check this out, this is what I was thinking of doing for you two," Thumper said.

He moved his long hair to the side to reveal a pair of interwoven rings tattooed on the back of his neck. The pair of rings bore his and Amy's name. Amy had a matching tattoo on the back of her neck.

"I know it is nothing really intricate or ornate, but it conveys the message clearly. I could have both of you in and out of my shop within an hour. And it can be hidden discreetly if you don't want anyone to know about it. It is kind of the pro forma tattoo in the area; every new couple in the last thirty years has come to me to get one. But I will do you one better. Since you are our future Alphas, I will throw in any additional piercings you two wish to get...free of charge," Thumper said.

James looked at Rachel and gave a simple shrug of his massive shoulders, "it's entirely up to you babe. I'm totally down with getting more ink. I was planning on having some more work done in the coming months. Besides, I am never one to turn down a freebee."

Rachel looked at Thumper and nodded emphatically. 

"Sweet! Just let me know when you two want to do it. I have some free time right now since the beginning of October is always pretty slow; it is the end of the month when it gets crazy. So if you guys want to swing by the shop today or tomorrow before you head up to the cabin for the month that is perfectly fine with me. Plus if you two get some piercings, it will make the sex that much more fun," Thumper said with a lewd grin.

"There you go letting your mind fall in the gutter again honey," Amy chastised her husband, "never can go an entire conversation without turning it sexual, can you?"

"Nope!" Thumper replied, "I'm a male. It's a biological certainty that our brains will always revert to sex. I am quite certain a male would implode if he was not able to talk about sex on a regular basis. It's as natural as breathing," he said to a nodding James.

Rachel turned a critical eye on her mate, "And of course you agree with him!" 

"Hey! Like he said, it's biological. We men cannot help it if ninety percent of our thinking is done south of the equator. Plus you women have absolutely no room to talk. You are as dirty minded as the rest of us; you just choose to reserve all the smuttiness for the bedroom," James said, defending his sex.

Rachel and Amy looked at each other and rolled their eyes. The term Men was spoken silently between them. 

"Just give us a jingle before you come by. I will make sure Thumper has his shit together. The only thing that will throw a wrench in the works is if these two come early," Amy said placing a hand to her stomach. A very pronounced kick answered her caress.

"When are you due?" Rachel asked feeling her swollen abdomen. A sharp kick met her caress as one of the twins voiced his displeasure of being disturbed. Rachel felt giddy at the thought of her own belly swollen with her young.

"Three more fucking weeks! Mary and I came into heat at the same time and we are both due near the end of the month. We are hoping to go in at the same time to give each other some support. Adam is pretty much useless in the delivery room; he fainted the last time and Mary was left alone as they carted his big ass into the hallway. His daughter was out and at her mother's tit by the time he came around. And don't look to Don Juan over here for support either. When our eldest was born years ago, my stud was doing more hyperventilating that I was. The doctors were telling him to breath instead of me," Amy said with an accusing glance at her husband.




Guardian Wolf Ch. 05



"Hey! Excuse me if I was not prepared; it was our first after all. I can't help it if I vapor locked. Seeing something that resembles a little old man dipped in forty-weight come sliding out of my wife's vagina was a new experience for me. Besides, you were squeezing my hand so hard it interrupted my nervous system. It's a good thing our bones heal quickly or my profession as a tattoo artist would have been over before it even fucking started," Thumper complained.

"I know, I know," Amy relented, "just try and keep conscious this time baby!"

"I'll give it the old college try," Thumper said.

"You never went to college," Amy reminded him.

"Oh yeah, I forgot," he replied.

James and Rachel laughed and said their goodbyes to the couple as they continued to rib each other. Rachel knew that life would never be dull around this house; there would always be something going on.

************

James steered Rachel up the stairs and down a new hallway into a very large room. The massive library was completely populated with rows upon rows of books in every conceivable subject. Directly opposite the entrance a large tree was carved into the wall; the Wolfe family crest was embossed at the foot of the trunk. The tree was absolutely massive; beautiful and immaculate, it stretched from floor to the top of the thirty foot ceiling. Upon closer inspection, Rachel noticed it was a family history of the Wolfe clan.

"Our complete clan history is on this tree. Every Alpha and his direct line from every pack in the clan are here. We have traced our family lineage all the way back to when the four original clans were created. The complete history and genealogy can be found in the leather bound texts found on either side of the carving," James said expanding his arms to point to either side of the carving.

Rachel found herself gaping. The Wolfe clan history consisted of thousands upon thousands of tomes. The bookshelves mirrored the carving in size and scope. They stretched from the bottom of the floor to the very top of the ceiling and over ten meters in either direction. Such a rich history! One could spend an eternity immersed in this library. 

"In case of a fire or evacuation, this entire wall is mobile and descends into a steel and concrete bunker directly beneath us. The library itself contains a sophisticated Inergen fire suppressant system; water is very bad for books, you know?" James gave Rachel a sly grin before continuing, "The ceiling and walls of the vault are lined with ceramic tiles to help repel heat. We got the idea from NASA; similar in design to the tiles they use for the heat shield on the space shuttle. The entire vault is biometrically coded and will only open to certain pack members or members of the High Council. It is surrounded by a foot of reinforced steel and three feet of concrete and rebar. Short of explosives and a prolonged torch, nothing will penetrate. A similar library is housed on the other coast at Caleb's compound. I have been talking with Dad trying to convince him to start converting most of our genealogy to digital records. They are extremely portable and several copies can be made in case something destroys both libraries. He is hesitant for such an undertaking, but I am wearing him down; this library and our history are too important to lose to chance. If I have to, I will wait until he abdicates to start converting."

"Just how old is the Lycan race James?" Rachel asked. Her curiosity was extremely piqued at the moment.

James led Rachel over to the lacquered family tree. He placed her hand on the trunk where the oldest names resided, frozen in time for future generations to admire. Rachel could practically feel the history through her senses; her fingers caressing over three thousand years of a history with a single touch. A flash of images and faces she did not recognize swept through her consciousness; whispers of ghosts and of a history long forgotten. A brass nameplate bore the name Bram the Grey (1261BC – 632BC) at the very base of the tree. Here was the name of the man who seeded generations of Werewolves.

"No one knows for sure just how old our races are. Most of what we know only extends to the mid thirteenth century BC. Before this time most of our history was an oral tradition and written language was still in its infancy. Myths and legends are all we have to go on before this time. 

Luna is said to be the daughter of Gaia and Chronos, Mother Nature and Father Time. The myth goes that Luna fell in love with a mortal man, a hunter named Gareth, who saved her from a beast of the forest while she bathed in a lake. The two consummated their love and Luna became pregnant. But Luna learned that Gareth was unfaithful so she cursed him into a hideous beast with the body of a wolf and the wings of a bat. He was only able to return to human form on the evening of a full moon. Upon the next full moon Gareth returned to Luna and begged forgiveness for his infidelity, but Luna would hear none of this and said he would remain a beast for the rest of his days. 

In a fit of rage Gareth grabbed a silver sword from its scabbard and pierced Luna's abdomen, splitting their child in two. Luna gave birth immediately to twins who proceeded to kill and consume their father in vengeance. In doing so, Gareth's curse fell upon them transforming each child; one became a wolf, and the other became a bat. Not wanting her children to suffer the fate of their father, she allowed them to change shape at will before she died from her wound. And so the story ends were our races are born and we worship the moon to pay homage to Mother Luna and her ultimate sacrifice to save her children," James said with a smile and a shrug.

"Is there any truth to the myths?" Rachel asked.

"Again, no one knows. People have asked the Fates since they are the oldest known beings on the Earth, but even they say they don't know. I think they know the truth and history of our creation, but they are keeping their mouths shut. There are probably things that even we don't need to know. But whether or not there is truth in the story, it is still a neat bedtime tale," James said.

"What about our clan itself?" Rachel asked.

"The origins of our clan are also a little hazy, but we believe our roots are in Norway or Sweden. We do know that it was Bram the Grey who split the Lycans into the four clans we have today. He had four sons: Brand the Wolf, Torr the Hunter, Edric the Archer, and Traden the Wise. According to oral history, Traden was the youngest and most scholarly of the four sons and would spend hours contemplating the nature of our world. It was he who started to first write down the myths and legends of our oral history; he became the defacto clan historian. You can see copies of his original writings up there at the very top," James pointed out two tomes that were very aged sitting on the far corner of the highest shelf, "the originals are written on sheep skin and are kept in a climate controlled vault at the High Council central headquarters in Athens. They spent years translating and deciphering the original Norse runes and pictographs."

"Before Bram the Grey there was only one pack of Lycans in the supernatural world and we were named after the current Alpha of the time. Our numbers were still relatively small and the story goes that interbreeding with the females had started to cause birth defects and other problems within the pack; something had to be done or the pack would breed itself into oblivion. Bram decided it was time for his sons to search out their own fortunes and to take new mates from the human world. It is the first recorded mention of a supernatural taking a human as a mate. Before this time it was considered taboo and a bad omen to mix blood with the humans. Shows you how much our ancestors really knew about things," James said.

"Then why is Traden's clan named Fenris," Rachel asked, obviously confused.

James laughed, "In later years, Traden became fascinated with the Norse pagan legends and mythology; he soon began to spread a little of his own. People back then were highly superstitious. A story about a giant wolf instantly got their attention and it spread like wildfire. The name Fenris comes from the Old Norse word Fenrir, meaning Fen dweller. When Traden first started his pack, they used to migrate across the wetlands around Roynelandsvatn in southern Norway. To keep people away from their hunting grounds and to help hide their pack identity, Traden started spreading rumors of a giant mystical wolf that haunted the Fens amongst the humans when he and his pack members ventured into villages to trade. They say the humans used to stare wide-eyed and gaping at the fantastical stories of a blood thirsty wolf that was as tall as a building that would kill anyone who entered its territory. In her own memoirs years later, Traden's mate Tallia used to say Traden loved to tell his stories by firelight and scare the living daylights out of the little children. She said besides sex, it was his favorite form of entertainment.

The stories soon spread and grew to mythical proportions. As all oral traditions go, people would add to or embellish the stories to make them even more fantastical. People started referring to Traden as Traden of Fenris; the name soon stuck and within a hundred years that's how his pack was known. By the time that Snorri Sturluson wrote his Icelandic Prose Edda books, it had grown to legendary status. The story had taken upon a life of its own and an entirely new history," James laughed again, "and it all started as a rumor to keep the nosey Pagans out of pack territory."

"That's cool. So is there a pack from the Fenris clan here in the States?" Rachel asked

"No. Unlike the other three clans, the Fenris clan chose to stay in the old world. They never saw the need to come to the Americas. There packs are primarily in Europe and western Asia...mostly Russia. Thumper's assistant Bo-Bo? The pack he comes from is the largest of the Fenris clan in all of Russia. They have almost a thousand members and control a territory from St. Petersburg to Moscow. That means a lot of mouths to feed and a lot of disputes to settle. The High Council has had to intervene with that pack on more than one occasion. Boris is the youngest son of their current Beta and chose to join his wife's clan, the Archers. He said conditions in his pack are just too chaotic for his tastes. Between you and me, the Fenris have that old aristocratic air about them, which means they can be a bunch of overstuffed pricks that can't see beyond their own noses," James said.

Rachel guessed that rivalries and jealousies translated just as easily in the supernatural world as they did in the human one. She figured as much. As long as they weren't as pointless and petty as high school, she felt she could deal with just about anything.

"What about our clan?" Rachel asked.

"Brand traveled to Sweden where he met and courted a young woman named Bemia, the daughter of a local blacksmith in a village near what is now Stockholm. He changed her a month later during a full moon and they left her village to begin their own pack. She came into heat two months later and she conceived and bore triplets, two sons and a daughter. That was the start of the Wolfe clan. Our clan quickly grew during the next half millennia and became a major powerhouse in the supernatural world. Brand and Bemia were killed centuries later during the first days of the Blood Wars. Our clan was powerful and had many allies in the region and we soon threatened the human and elfin influence in the area. Brand and Bemia were traveling to see his father Bram about a treaty with a local vampire brood shortly after the war broke out, when they were ambushed by a group of elfin archers within sight of Bram's compound. It is said that they died in each other's arms, a single silver arrow piercing both their hearts simultaneously. 

The history gets real sketchy after this for a while because of the chaos that soon followed. All we know is that Bram was killed a couple of years later during a siege against the elfin lord who ordered the assassination. Bram was able to avenge his son and daughter when he cornered the lord in an upper turret of his fortress and drove a silver spear through his heart. He then ordered the fortress razed, burned to the ground until nothing was left but ash. But before they could make their escape, they were surrounded by human soldiers from a nearby fiefdom garrison. They tried to break through their ranks but were sorely outnumbered. Bram and his men were cut down in a hail of arrows and swords; their heads were cut off and mounted on pikes outside the local village as a warning to others. For the next millennia, the bloody feud continued until every supernatural race was on the brink of extinction. If it weren't for the council at Nicaea, I doubt we would be here today. At the time of the council, our people were decimated. We had gone from a mighty clan of over ten thousand to just under a hundred," James said.

Rachel looked pale as she tried to conceive such horrific carnage. She was unable to fathom the level of death it would have taken to bring about the near extinction of four species. How anyone could stomach a thousand years of death and destruction was beyond her. How many thousands of lives were lost on all sides to such mindless bloodshed? She instead tried to imagine a world where none of this madness existed and the war never happened. Just how far the world would have advanced for the better if it was not mired in the mindless quagmire of an idiotic war?

"It's best not to contemplate the reasons behind madness babe. You will drive yourself crazy trying to make sense of something that defies logic. The best thing we can do is to never let it happen again. We have to remember our history so we will not repeat it," James said quietly, consoling his distraught mate.


"Just imagine how much good could have come and how far we might have progressed if it never happened," Rachel said, still reeling from her self-induced hysteria.

"I know. I have often wondered about it myself. But it only ends up depressing me. We can't change the past, we can only alter the future; we have to live in the now and work to make tomorrow the best place for our children. Our kind have long memories babe and this is the most bitter of all. No one wishes this to happen again. The human world continues to drown in a sea of greed and self destruction; we continually work in the shadows to restore the balance. The world cannot survive a second war of this magnitude. It is our job to prevent it from ever happening again," James said.

************

"Had enough of the thirty-seven cent tour?" James asked with a grin as they made their way down the stairs. James had just finished giving her a tour of the upstairs residence level. She was still reeling from the experience. Rachel needed a detailed map and a Sherpa to get around this place; it was absolutely huge...no, huge did not give credit to the magnitude...ginormous? She had no doubt she would get lost more than once before she figured it all out.

"Thirty-seven cents? Isn't it a nickel or dime tour?" Rachel asked

"Inflation's a bitch," James answered.

"You are such a dork! But yes, I'm excited to get going." Rachel replied with a shake of her head.

"Okay, let's get this show on the road so we can make the...I mean get you your surprise," James said catching himself before he spoiled everything.

Rachel knew he was on the verge of telling her what the surprise was before he caught himself. This only seemed to infuriate her more as she stuck her tongue out at her mate. James immediately caught a hold of her tongue and forced his own into her mouth. 

They spent the next five minutes alone in the foyer dueling back and forth causing Rachel's insides to turn to jelly and her knees to shake. Her pussy was absolutely on fire. She knew a few moments of his touch were all that was needed to set her off. She began to grind herself against James's left leg when he pulled away prematurely. Rachel wanted to scream in frustration, she had been THIS damn close! 

"You did that on purpose!" Rachel nearly shrieked at him.

"Did what baby?" James said with a mocking air of complete innocence.

"I was so fucking close!" Rachel screamed back.

"Close to what?" James said, ever playing dumb to her imminent need.

Rachel practically screamed in horny frustration as she moved to make her escape around James. She needed release and if he wouldn't provide it she would have to take care of it herself. Just as she made it to the front door she felt a strong arm grab her hand and pull her body back into a warming embrace. James was immediately attacking her lips and teasing her aching breasts. Before she knew it her pants and panties were around her ankles and James had his face buried between her thighs licking her swollen sex like a man possessed. In less than thirty seconds Rachel shrieked loudly and her legs clamped around his head as her orgasm crashed through her system. A warm stream of nectar bathed James as he drank from her well. James was idly trying to categorize her flavor once more when her legs collapsed and her chaotic trembling ceased into erstwhile spasms. Rachel made a grab for his cock but he skipped out of her grasp. This moment was only for her benefit; James would wait until later to satiate his growing need.

"Let's say goodbye to Mom before we head back to the house. We need to do some packing before we head out of town. We also need to stop by Dad's to sign that paperwork for the restraining order," James said counting off the things that still needed to be down before they headed to the cabin.

James and Rachel made their goodbyes brief to Maggie. They found her inside the gym tanning under a sun lamp next to the pool. The string bikini she sported showed off her immaculate figure; her large breasts and generous hips gave her a classic hourglass shape. Rachel was amazed a woman of her age could look so good; she continued to wish that she would look as good when she reached maturity. Immortality and eternal youth definitely had their advantages. She caught James literally gawking at his mother. Apparently he was not used to his mother in such revealing attire. Snapping her fingers broke him from his leering and forced him back to reality; both women took a moment to tease and laugh at his predicament.

James continued to endure a few minutes more of friendly ribbing at his expense. Rachel recounted the state she found James in the gym to Maggie. Neither woman was letting him forget he got his ass handed to him by a couple of girls. Their riotous laughter rose in pitch and frequency until it sounded like a couple of hyenas barking; James pointed this out to both women, hoping to shorten his mockery. This neither deterred nor angered the women and it only forced them to laugh harder. After about twenty minutes James, flustered and red with embarrassment, flung his still laughing bride over his shoulder and made a hasty retreat towards their vehicle. He decided he needed to remind his mate who she was dealing with; she was in for the fucking of her young life this weekend. He was an Alpha, and by the gods he was going to prove it to her. As he pointed their vehicle back to the house he began to formulate a plan of attack.

************

They were late getting on the road to his Dad's office. The minute they set off towards the house, Peter Steele began working his magic on Rachel's body. Couple that with her already heated sex from the foyer and she was quickly squirming in her seat when they pulled into the driveway. James risked a cursory glance sideways at his mate after turning off the engine. Rachel's eyes were glazed over in pure lust; she had the look of a predator stalking her next meal, and James was the goat tied at the stake. James's cock became erect immediately; he had difficulty exiting the cab with his rigid cock stuffed down his pant leg 




Guardian Wolf Ch. 05



He made it halfway around the Excursion when Rachel met him in a crushing embrace; her tiny body climbed into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his torso and began to grind her lithe body lewdly against his muscular form. Rachel wrapped her mouth around his left earlobe and began to nibble and pull at the tender flesh, pushing James's erection to painful proportions. His resolve to withhold his own pleasure until tonight disappeared when she sank her teeth into his neck. She growled low in her throat which gave James only one translation: take me now, reclaim your mate! And then she was gone in a flash through the garage door laughing, a trail of clothes littering a path towards the bedroom. Gods! How he loved a good this woman. 

Ignoring his wolf's natural instincts to immediately give pursuit, James decided to stalk his mate rather than give chase. He took his time as he entered through the kitchen, closing the door behind him. Seconds continued to pass as he languidly picked up her discarded clothing; he paused a moment with her sodden panties to reacquaint himself with her heavenly scent. By this time, his cock was severely testing the physical limits of the manufacturer's denim cotton jeans. If it became any harder, he would not need to remove his pants; his cock would do it for him. He proceeded to limp towards the bedroom after picking up his mate's scent once more. He reached the bedroom door a full five minutes after entering the house; James dropped Rachel's discarded clothing once more, his eyes grew wide as he bore witness to a most erotic sight.

Rachel was naked on the bed on all fours. Her right hand was between her thighs as she worked frantically to capture an elusive orgasm. Two fingers explored her hole as the thumb battered and molested her tender clitoris. Her ass was shaking in time to her wild thrusting, the globes of her delectable bottom bounced with each plunge of her fingers. Rachel's sweet pussy was literally weeping as rivers of womanly honey escaped her delta; long streams of her cum were racing down her legs and pooling behind her kneecaps. She was panting and whimpering heavily when she noticed James standing frozen in the doorway, his mouth agape in disbelief.

"James," Rachel pleaded. A look of desperation was in her eyes.

"It won't come on its own. I need you. Please shove your beautiful cock in me. Please James. I have never needed an orgasm as badly as I do now. I have this itch that only you can scratch. I need it James...please...please," she continued to softly beg.

How could he not help his mate achieve her orgasm? James broke all speed records and possibly a couple laws of physics as he literally tore his clothes from his body and plunged his engorged erection deeply inside her. Rachel howled in sinful pleasure as she felt James's erection invade her body. In a moment of novice coital ingenuity, James wetted the index finger of his right hand with his mouth and proceeded to tease the entrance of her crinkled rosebud. Rachel turned around with a look of both curiosity and disbelief as James worked his index finger up to the first knuckle into her tight, little ass. This was all Rachel needed to go careening into the abyss. She squeaked once then screamed fiercely as the dam broke and her orgasm released the flood waters. James felt his balls awash in her cum as his cock ebbed and flowed inside her velvet sleeve. He was quickly reaching his own summit. The continued teasing and the visual stimuli from her erotic display of self gratification were too much for James to consider such a silly thing as stamina at this point. 

With one last heavy thrust he pushed his cock past her cervix into her womb and proceeded to dispense massive quantities of his fertile seed; if this were during her heat cycle, there was no way a child would not be conceived. He grunted and shuddered as his orgasm continued pushing Rachel through a second, more intense orgasm that left both trembling. James continued to breathe heavily as he waited for his cock to soften enough to evacuate. But her vaginal muscles continued to twitch and massage his cock, making a quick removal improbable. He extricated his finger from her puckered hole, and in a moment of perverse curiosity, proceeded to sniff said finger; he found the unique smell of her nether region not unpleasant. Now that his baser needs had been momentarily sated, James's brain shifted into analytical mode as he quickly queried the reason why he did not find such a thing disgusting. Within seconds his cock slipped out of her pussy noisily as blood was rerouted to provide oxygen to his brain as he continued to inquire over this new personal discovery of perversity. 

Rachel was quietly weeping as she attempted to recover her wits that lay shattered about her like so many shards of glass. She found it difficult for her eyes to focus; everything maintained a subtle fuzziness. At the point of her first orgasm, her visual cortex was briefly disrupted as a sea of white filled her vision. The second orgasm, riding the coat tails of the first, caused her to momentarily black out. Her pussy continued to convulse mildly around James's still considerable cock, sending a continual shiver up and down her spine. It was almost like her last orgasm refused to die. When James's cock finally popped out, she felt an overwhelming sense of loss. This was another subtle reminder that she and James were truly meant for each other; he completed her on every conceivable level.

The moment of spiritual contemplation was broken when Rachel felt James's semen begin to seep out of her now vacant pussy. The sheer volume of semen he released in her was highly erotic and comforting in the knowledge that if she were in heat, she would definitely be with child after such an awesome display of her mate's voluminous virility. 

"You're leaking," James said succinctly. 

James plunged two fingers into his mate's tender pussy, causing Rachel to shudder as he collected a sizable sample. He placed his fingers inside her opened mouth. She quickly closed her lips around his sizable digits and sucked greedily at the offered treat. She reciprocated by dipping two of her own fingers in her pussy and placed them level with his mouth to partake. James took his mate's offering without hesitation. Their combined taste was most interesting for his taste buds.

"And whose fault is that, big boy?" Rachel inquired.

"I blame genetics. It's not my fault my testicles are so large or I produce semen in such large quantities. Besides, I never hear a complaint when you are milking my cock with your throat," James offered.

"That's different. When it is in my mouth, it is nourishment; when it is in my pussy, it is a nuisance. I need another shower because of you," Rachel said holding a hand to her vagina to stem the flow. 

"Right behind you," James said. His cock swinging back and forth as he followed his mate's pert rump to the shower.

************

The shower proved further detrimental to the evening's schedule. What started out as a routine shower quickly escalated into washing one another, then to heavy kissing and petting, then finally with Rachel pinned to the side of the shower wall screaming while James's rammed his revived cock into her pussy. By the time they were packed and out the door, it was after 4 pm. James called Robert to let him know they were running late; with a laugh Robert said he completely understood. He told James he would be in the office until well after six working on company business with the legal team anyways. Robert told James to take his time and drive safely. James promised his dad they would be careful and would see him soon. With the final bag loaded, James scooped his mate in his arms and placed her lovingly in the passenger seat with a kiss and a smack to her gorgeous ass. He quickly made his way to the driver side, stopping only to close the cargo doors. While loading their luggage, Rachel failed to take notice of a large black case with the Wolfe crest embossed on the top.

James backed the Excursion out of the garage and fingered the garage control. He paused to load a second playlist from the iPod. A second's pause and the cab filled with the eerily beautiful melody of Draconian's "Everlasting Scar". 

Anders Jacobssen's deep gravel vocals began one of James's favorite songs:

Behold me now, I'm lost somehow...Summoned up in sorrow from a world beyond...Never let go my crimson rapture... Can you touch my soul?

Lisa Johansson's siren voice began the second verse:

I see you in every shade... In every moment I breathe... You came as the silent wanderer... travelling to distant shores.

The duet continued causing Rachel to be lost in the gothic lyrics and the dark, yet beautiful melody. She knew this band would quickly become one of her favorites. James definitely had excellent taste in music. The fact that she was a huge Type O Negative fan was a closely guarded secret; one only her parents and James were privy to. If anyone found out in her circle of 'friends' about her true taste in music, she would have been immediately ostracized by the entire group. She briefly wondered why she spent so many years listening to the pop trash the rest of the cheerleaders subscribed to, instead of cultivating a finer appreciation for music she would have actually enjoyed. 

Because you wanted to belong, baby. Rachel heard James answer her silent question. 

"I wasted so much time trying to fit in. No one is ever truly accepted in such circles. You are tolerated because you are beautiful or talented or rich or whatever. The minute your interests don't reflect the herd mentality, you quickly find yourself without friends," Rachel said bitterly. 

Rachel laughed sardonically, "I wonder just how well I will be accepted by the girls upon my return. I mean, I left the squad hanging a member short with zero notice during football season. I'm sure none of that will fly with Jessica."

Jessica Hamilton was the head cheerleader and resident bitch at Copper Hills High School. She was the stereotypical blond haired blue eyed Barbie doll with store bought silicon breasts and brains the Gods would not waste upon a common gerbil. She was rich and popular and wholly full of herself in her little world of one. Jessica came from old money and both she and her family looked down on everyone who did not meet their lofty standards. Rachel told James that from personal admission, Jessica's shit did not stink. 

"Whatever. I bet that bitch can pass gas so rank it will clear a room and peel wallpaper. I would not doubt it a moment if her family was heavily invested in scented candles," James said as he pointed the SUV towards the west exit.

Rachel laughed out loud, "I heard she is only graduating because she did some 'extra credit' work on her back."

"I've heard the same rumors. Everyone knows Jessica Hamilton is the community bicycle; just about everyone has had a ride. I also know Daddy has her college admissions already bought and paid for," James said.

"That is one ride I would never want to take. I can only imagine the diseases she could be carrying," Rachel said with a shudder.

"No kidding. If her reputation stands, she is probably a walking Petri dish by now. Her vagina probably resembles an old catcher's mitt; all worn out and beat to hell. I bet she could mount a fire hydrant and not touch either side, she has been stretched so far," James said with a smirk as he parked in front of a nondescript building within sight of the west gate.

"Not if the rumors about Brian Richards are true. I've heard you need a pair of tweezers and an electron microscope to even find the damn thing. Have you seen his junk?" Rachel asked unbuckling her seatbelt.

"As a courtesy, men tend not to blatantly ogle one another in the shower. Besides, compared to me, most of the other guys in the showers are severely lacking in the size department. I do know that Brian is rumored to shower away from the other players on the football team. Maybe he is self conscious about measuring up," James said as he opened the door and helped Rachel to the ground.

"Where are we babe?" Rachel asked.

"The armory. This is where we store all of the pack's weapons and ammunition. It also houses the indoor firing range. Dad had the place built after mom and the twins were attacked. We have been buying and collecting a variety of firearms and other weapons ever since. One of my responsibilities as future Alpha is to help prepare you to fight; that includes knowing how to use a variety of firearms. We are taking a small collection to the cabin with us so you can become comfortable with shooting and handling a gun," James said as he opened the door for his mate.

"Ach! Guten Nachmittag, meine Jüngen. Come to show your mate how to blow your balls off at fifty paces, eh James?" A large man laughed from behind a counter. He had a bald head, a massive barrel chest and a big handle bar moustache that was curled heavily on both ends. Rachel didn't know whether to be afraid of him or hug him. He reminded her of a teddy bear on steroids. 

James laughed with the large man, "Not tonight Dieter. We just came to get an assortment of toys to take to the cabin with us. Think you can hook us up with a few things?" James asked.

"Na Klar, mein Alpha! You know I am the best gunsmith in all the Clans and I always take care of my Alphas," Dieter said only slightly offended.

"Dieter, this is my mate Rachel. Rachel may I introduce Dieter SchneeBerger, the best gunsmith in the supernatural world and still reigning marksman of the Austrian Jagdkommando. He even qualified for the Olympics back in the day," James said making introductions.

"It's very nice to meet you Dieter," Rachel said shaking his hand.

"And you, madam Alpha. You have a good teacher. I taught James most of what I know and he is one of the best pupils I have had in years. There are few shots better than he. You are in good hands with him," Dieter said with all sincerity. 

James blushed at the compliment but said nothing.

"So what is on the menu for this evening?" Dieter asked, acting like a sommelier in a fine restaurant.

"Let's see...I want a Glock 19 and 500 rounds of the 9mm hollow point.... the Colt 1911 .45ACP and 100 rounds...a Winchester 30-30 with Zeiss scope and 100 rounds...oh!...and one of the AK-47's with 500 7.62mm armor piercing...preferably one of the models we took of those bastards. I think that will be a well rounded group to get her started," James said.

"Sehr gut! Dmitry, did you get all that?" Dieter asked towards the vault.

A voice with a slight Russian accent answered, "Of course, give me five minutes to gather everything and I will be right out."

"Sweet! I didn't know Dmitry was here today. What's he doing?" James asked.

"He is cleaning and checking a new shipment of the HK MP5's we received last week. These are the newest models with the fire suppression and laser sighting. Your father and mother are heading to Europe for the annual High Council meetings in Greece; they will be gone for most of the month. As I understand it, they plan to make a stop in Oslo to visit your grandparents. Dmitry is just double checking all the weaponry for your parent's security detail. That boy is never satisfied until he has disassembled and oiled every gun. And I thought I was an anal-retentive when it came to weapons. He refuses to leave anything to chance, that one; I imagine that is why he is now the head of your parent's security detail," Dieter said with a chuckle. 

"That surprises me, given his recent past," Rachel offered.

"Water under the bridge, my dear. We Lycan may have long memories, but we leave our anger in the past. Dmitry has proven himself time and again; he is worth his weight in gold. If I didn't know better, I would dare say there is Lycan blood in those veins. If my Alpha trusts him, I trust him; there is no room for discussion. Besides, he is a bright and delightful young man. Other than his unfortunate paternal background, I am very fond of the boy," Dieter said.

"It doesn't hurt that I am an expert marksman and within a cunt's hair from beating your range record, you old Wurst! I was within three rounds yesterday of your pistol. Give me another month and I will take that crown from your shiny, bald head," Dmitry boasted with a laugh as he exited the vault with the requested weapons.

"I take back what I said earlier. He is a stubborn, insolent little piece of shit who doesn't respect his elders," grumbled Dieter.

"Only you old man! You're geriatric ass has yet to gain my respect," Dmitry said, twisting the knife, "for someone who is supposedly immortal, you sure do moan and groan around this place a lot; like a tired old woman."

"I'll show you old woman, you insolent young pup," Dieter said, taking a playful swing at Dmitry's head. Dmitry dodged easily, walking over to meet James and Rachel.

"Good to see you again D," James said.

"It is good to see you my Alpha. Is this your mate?" Dmitry asked, gesturing towards Rachel. James nodded and nudged Rachel forward.

"It is very nice to meet you Dmitry. I have heard so much about you. I want to extend my congratulations to you and Jennifer about the birth of your twins Alexi and Aliya," Rachel said shaking Dmitry's extended hand.

Dmitry proudly stuck his chest out and said, "thank you madam Alpha. I will extend your kind words to Jennifer. I am very proud. My Alexi looks just like his Papa and Aliya is even more beautiful than her mother...uh...don't tell her I said that," Dmitry said, lowering his voice slightly.

"I heard that Dmitry!" a stern voice said behind James and Rachel. Everyone turned to greet Jennifer as she wheeled a double stroller through the armory's front door; the twins quietly slept in their seats.

"You know you are the most beautiful woman in my heart. But as a father, my daughter's beauty reflects and magnifies that of her mother. She will break several hearts when she is grown, yes?" Dmitry said, trying his best to salvage the situation.

"In two languages you are, and shall forever remain, my silver-tongued devil," Jennifer said, playfully biting the tip of her husband's nose.

Dmitry proceeded to spout streams of Russian sweet-nothings in Jennifer's ear as he playfully bit and sucked on her ear. The color of her face and the quickness of her breath betrayed the true meaning of his words. With a final passionate kiss for his wife, Dmitry moved to pick up his slumbering son.

"They fell asleep in the car ride over here. A full stomach and a few minutes on the road and both were out like a light," Jennifer said as she paused to straighten her long, braided hair.

Dmitry brought Alexi over to meet Rachel while Jennifer rescued Aliya from her own seat. The small boy was slumbering contently in his father's arms. His swollen cheeks and chubby hands moved in pantomime as he dreamed the innocent dreams of a child. His mess of curly golden locks nestled snuggly beneath a woolen cap. Aliya was dressed in a white jumper and rabbit lined fur parka. Her hair was growing rapidly and soon would frame her angelic face perfectly. Rachel's heart instantly melted when she laid eyes on the tiny twins. An unfamiliar aching was growing in the pit of her stomach; she did not recognize the feeling but could guess at its meaning: she wanted children of her own...and soon. She found herself eagerly waiting for the first heat cycle. Prepared or not, she vowed to ride James until every single sperm in his testicles was safely within her fertile womb.

James chuckled inwardly as he noticed Rachel's reaction to the infants. He felt and heard her conviction to become pregnant during the first heat cycle. She was a natural born mother; her compassion, large heart, and love of children proved as much. James knew he would never deny Rachel a child. He would continue to provide her with his fertile seed for as long as she wanted to carry. He had little doubt that they would parent a large family. This was one of James's fondest wishes. He wanted a large family; many sons and daughters for him and Rachel to teach and to protect. 




Guardian Wolf Ch. 05



Patience babe! In a few short months, we will have our chance and I swear to you I will not stop until you are pregnant. Gods! The thought of you swollen is...ugh...we have to get out of her soon or I will take you here and now.

Now who is the one who is impatient?

Everything about you makes me impatient for your body. If I could work my will you would remain barefoot and pregnant for all eternity.

Let's start with the first set and work our way from there, okay?

MMMMmmmmkaaay!

James and Rachel spent the next few minutes talking with Dmitry and Jennifer while Dieter busied packing guns into their cases and ammunition into spare boxes. Soon they bid their goodbyes, marking the lateness of the hour. After a few cursory goodbyes and words of congratulation, they were out the door and on the road towards Seattle and Wolfe Industries.

************

James pointed the large SUV towards a nondescript off-ramp on the southbound I-5. Wolfe Industries sat upon several acres of prime real estate just outside the metropolitan Seattle center. During the last seventy-five years, Wolfe Industries had become the focal point for the latest in consumer electronics and cutting-edge military communications hardware. His grandfather and now his father had successfully built a company on a solid foundation of ethical ingenuity and integrity; together they had maneuvered the company past several pitfalls that would have destroyed lesser companies. 

One of his father's greatest lessons to James was this: 

"Businesses come and go, empires rise and fall but a man has only one moral integrity; lose this and you will eventually lose it all. No business or enterprise is too great to sacrifice one's moral self. Financial ruin comes and goes, businesses are created and destroyed, and the world will fade with history. All temporal things eventually return to the dust from which they came. But if a man holds steadfast and maintains his honor, then his legacy will stand the test of time; this is what it truly means to be immortal. Honesty, integrity, loyalty, compassion, and a strong work ethic; build your life upon these principles and you can withstand anything that comes your way. It is far easier to rebuild a company than to regain one's honor; be strong, be wise, be the Alpha you were bred to be, my son," his father had often spoken these words.

James often confided in his father about his own personal fears and apprehension of the future. He would often remark upon his doubts and shortcomings with Robert and his father would council him in what was most important. James feared the future and his ability to be a successful leader; he so looked up to his father and his grandfather. His greatest fear was disappointing them. 

"I know I often wax philosophical James and much of what I say sounds better coming out of a fortune cookie than my own mouth. But you must always be aware of your fears and use them to your advantage. Your grandfather often said to me, 'a man without fear is a fool. A man cannot defend from what he does not fear.' Be aware of your fear, but do not let it control you. Allow others to help you and rely on your mate always. They will be the ones who will aid and defend you against the things you fear most," Robert said.

James was still deep in thought when he pulled the SUV up to the west security perimeter. A large man he instantly recognized came out to greet them.

"Evening Dill, didn't know you were working the late shift. How are Wendy and the girls doing?" James asked as he greeted his second cousin.

"They are doing great James. I see you are here to bother the old man. Best be warned though, he is in a meeting with the legal department. You know how his mood gets when he is in a room filled with lawyers. Your father may be the most powerful male in our clan, but I sure as hell wouldn't want to be placed in a closed room with those sharks. Just a fair warning to you both," Dill said this with a laugh.

"Rachel this is Gus's eldest son Dillon. Everyone just calls him Dill or Pickle for short," James said with a grin.

"It's very nice to meet you Dill. Don't worry about James, I'll protect him from his father if the need arises," Rachel said as she giggled.

"Pleasure to meet you, madam Alpha. I am sure James can handle his father. It is the tiny 100 lb. girls you need to protect him from," Dill said as he snickered, "Uncle Thumper told all of us what Summer and Autumn did to you. Mighty disappointing, if you ask me."

"Shut up Pickle!" James tried to not laugh, "You know I was out numbered two to one. Besides, Thumper taught his girls to fight dirty. It is hard to defend yourself when you are blindfolded, you know!"

"And yet you still got your ass handed to you by a couple of girls. Even together you outweigh them by at least sixty pounds," Dill goaded as he twisted the knife.

"Yeah, yeah...blah, blah. Just ring the front desk and let Goober know we're coming, okay?" James said, still trying to hide his smile and failing miserably.

"Righty-O! Tell my brother tomorrow is my turn to sit inside on my ass. He can come out to this poor excuse for a shack and freeze his nuts off," Dill grumbled.

"Heater is still on the fritz?! I thought maintenance fixed that already?" James asked surprised.

"They did. But the piece-of-shit human contractor who built this thing did a piss-poor job on the wiring; everything he used was cheap and poorly insulated. There was a power surge earlier today and it fried the new unit. Your father is going to call the Archer clan in the morning; he said this was the last time he sent a human to do a Werewolf's job. He also ordered the rest of the security perimeter guard shacks double checked as well. Everything that idiot was contracted to build is going to be under scrutiny. I smell a lawsuit coming down. It sounds to me like your father is going to bury the poor schmuck. That's what the bastard gets for using cheap materials," Dill said.

"How come we didn't use the Archer clan in the first place? Don't we use them exclusively?" Rachel asked.

"Most of the time we do babe. But when those idiots from Grigor's flunky squad broke in, they destroyed part of the security perimeter here at the west gate. At the time Alpha Walcott was stretched so thin he was unable to begin work for at least a month. So instead of waiting, Dad had companies bid on repairs. The numb nuts, who shall remain nameless, who won the bid unfortunately has been dismally disappointing and, most likely, won't be a contractor for very much longer. Dad doesn't deal well with incompetence; it is one of his biggest pet peeves. It is one thing to fail; it is another thing to fail because you are stupid," James said with a shake of his head.

"I'll say 'hi' to Goober for you and let him know the good news about tomorrow Dill. Are you going to be heading to Europe with Dmitry as part of my dad's security detail?" James asked.

"Yeah. That Dmitry is a sharp kid; loyal to a fault and willing to go way above and beyond the call of duty. When you take over, you make damn sure that kid sticks around. He is worth every penny your father pays him and more. He is excellent with a rifle and damn near the Devil with a pistol; I won't be surprised when he finally knocks Dieter of his throne. He is spooky good! We'll be taking off next week for Athens for two weeks before heading to the old folk's home in Oslo to visit your grandfather and grandmother. Rumor is he is trying to convince them to come for Christmas to meet Rachel," Dillon said.

"Oh goodie!" James said with a roll of his eyes.

"What's wrong with your grandparents?" Rachel asked.

"Nothing, really...err...my grandfather is just really...eccentric these days. After abdicating the throne he and my grandmother Elizabeth moved back to Oslo to be close to our clan origins. There are these 'retirement' communities set up all over Europe for former Alphas and their mates. They were set up about a century ago for those leaders who didn't want to live under their clan law anymore. The supernatural go there to be 'off the grid'...you know...they want to be away from the human world as much as possible," James said, somewhat ambiguously.

Dill spoke in explanation, "they are pretty much hermits anymore. They have isolated themselves from the human world almost entirely. Most of them have ruled during periods in history when the human race was at its shittiest; James's grandfather Edward saw first-hand what Hitler did to the Jews at Auschwitz. Stuff like that tends to drastically change your view of mankind. They have come to dislike and distrust the humans and want a refuge that is free from human influence. After a while, all this time away from the humans has made them just a wee xenophobic; they are a bit contemptuous when they do venture out into the human world. The last time James's grandfather visited the clan is shortly after Amber's kidnapping. Edward and Robert nearly came to blows over Dmitry being allowed to live; Edward wanted the kid executed immediately. His de facto acceptance into the Wolfe clan was deeply upsetting to Edward and he saw it as a sign of disrespect to all that he had accomplished for the clan. He and Robert have not spoken since. Robert and Maggie are going to Oslo for a couple of weeks to mend fences. Robert almost forbade Dmitry from going, but the boy was adamant about facing Edward. I don't know what is going to happen, but if it is anything like last time I doubt it will be pleasant."

"Thanks Dill. I couldn't have said it any better," James said after a moment of quiet contemplation.

"Let me know how it ends up when you get back," James said in parting.

"Don't worry. If it goes as bad as I fear it may, you won't have to hear it from me. It will be all over the compound before their plane touches down at the airport," Dill warned.

"See you back at the compound Dill-man," James said as he and Rachel moved the Excursion through the large checkpoint.

"Ten-Four big guy," Dill said.


************

Rachel and James drove in silence the last half mile from the security checkpoint to the main building. After finding a parking spot relatively close to the door, James exited quickly to help Rachel down from her side of the truck. James, ever the gentleman, opened the door to his father's offices and ushered Rachel into a large reception area.

"Hey James, how goes it?" a man from behind a security desk said in greeting.

"Not bad Goob. Pickle wanted me to remind you that tomorrow is your night to sit in the ice box," James said with a laugh.

"Shit. It was so fucking cold the other night, too; by the end of my shift I didn't know if I was a boy or a girl anymore. I swear my balls receded into my body to find the tiniest source of heat, it was that fucking cold!" Gabriel grumbled as he walked towards the pair with a clipboard.

"It's not like you are using them right now; by the way, when is Jamie scheduled to pop?" James asked as he showed his employee ID bag and signed in on the roster.

"Same time as Mary and Amy; Thumper and Adam have a pool running with Gus to see which of our wives pops first. Jamie was the first to know she was pregnant, so we are hoping she is the first to deliver. The pot this year is over a thousand bucks. That will go a long way in diapers and new toys for the triplets we are expecting," Goober said proudly.

"You're betting with each other to see which mate delivers first?" Rachel asked incredulously.

"Gus and Thumper do it every heat cycle. It gives the expectant fathers something to do other than pass out in the delivery room. They tend to keep their wits about them more when there are stakes on the line. More or less, it is just an excuse for Thumper and Gus to gamble with each other. Rachel this is Dillon's brother Gabriel, but everyone just calls him Goober. Where did you get that name anyway Gabe?" James asked.

"You remember the old series The Andy Griffith Show? When I was a kid, I really liked George Lindsey's character Goober. My mom even made me his trademark hat he wore all the time. I wore that damn thing everywhere and the kids picked up on it. Everyone started calling me Goober at school and the name just stuck. Even mom slips up once and a while and calls me Goober instead of Gabriel. I still have that original hat at home squirreled away in a place of honor. I told Jamie I wanted to make a set for all three of the triplets when they are born. She said there was no way in Hell she was giving birth to a trio of Goobers and she sure as Hell wasn't going to dress them to look that way," Goober said with a laugh.

"Smart woman," Rachel said as she signed her name on the visitor roster. She handed the clipboard back to Gabriel and he handed her a visitor's pass in trade.

"Yes, she is. She keeps me in line whenever I get one of my less than stellar ideas. By the way, keep that badge visible at all times. You will be walking through some sensitive areas and not all of the security may know who you are yet. It shouldn't be a problem with James by your side, but we all take the security seriously. The attack two years ago really threw us for a loop and we have been regretting it ever since. Besides, all the security tonight is pack and they will smell who you are instantly. Just be polite and responsive if you are approached without James around. We are all a little edgy as of late, what with your father getting ready to leave and all. Things always run just a bit more smoothly when he is around, you know?"

"I'm sure everything will be just fine. Besides, you guys have me, Kyle, Digger, Adam, and a host of other people to help if the shit hits the fan. Take it easy Goober and worry about watching my Dad's ass in Europe. Speaking of which, I'm going to go see just how many lawyers Dad has killed tonight," James said laughing as he ushered Rachel through a secure door with his ID badge.

James and Rachel walked through a large maze of hallways, each leading off to more secure areas; the hallways always dead-ending with a security guard and a door with a secure access point. James happily pointed out certain areas to Rachel and promised he would give her a more in depth tour after they got back. He introduced every security guard by name to Rachel and all were polite and respectful to their future Alphas. They accepted and were delighted to meet Rachel. A couple she recognized from the other night at the Rites, but couldn't remember their names immediately. They spent a few minutes chatting amiably with certain guards before heading to his father's offices. They finally came to a large and ornate set of double doors. James showed his employee ID to the attending guard and introduced Rachel. The guard happily notified Robert of his arrival and buzzed the pair through the checkpoint.

Robert and his legal team were busily going over some last minute business in the conference room when James and Rachel entered. Robert was delighted for the distraction that pulled him away from the monotony of legal documents and the endless droning of his lead council. 

"James, Rachel...glad you are here," Robert said as he lowered his voice to the pair, "Really! If I had to listen for a minute longer I would have fallen asleep. Ryan is an excellent lawyer, but he has the personality of packing Styrofoam." James and Rachel snickered quietly at their father's comments.

"Everyone you remember my youngest son James. This is his may....I mean fiancée Rachel. Rachel this is Adrian Ryan the head of our legal department and lead council. The other two are his junior, but still excellent associates: Mr. Allan Rothmore and Mr. Isaac Hershbaum," Robert said in introduction.

All three gently nodded their heads and murmured greetings and salutations. Robert quickly bid the junior lawyers goodnight and said everything looked to be in order for his departure Monday. Mr. Ryan said he would file the necessary paperwork first thing Monday morning before their departure.

"Mr. Ryan is kind enough to stay and witness the signing of the restraining order against Jayden Michaels. All that is required is your and Rachel's signature and the order will go into effect midnight tonight for twelve months. Judge Matthews has already signed and Mr. Ryan and I witnessed earlier yesterday morning. But first there is an item of technicality that we must address. The order is undersigned Rachel Wolfe. Since you are technically still Rachel Merchant, you cannot sign the restraining order until you sign this first," Robert said producing a marriage license. 

Rachel happily looked at James. This was really happening. She was not only mated to James for eternity, she would now be lawfully his for all time as well. She quickly snatched the offered pen from Robert's hand and signed the document in a flurry. She squealed happily and turned to give James a smoldering kiss that nearly buckled his knees. This turned James several shades of red making Robert laugh loudly. James quickly followed and added his signature besides his lawful wife's adorable hand writing. Robert immediately handed the document to Mr. Ryan to be witnessed and notarized. 

"Congratulations you two," Adrian Ryan said with a full smile on his face, "please forgive my rather rude greeting earlier. Robert insists I act like the proverbial stick in the mud in front of my junior colleagues. They, unlike I, are not pack and therefore are blissfully kept in the dark of private pack business. He thinks it adds a layer of mystery and ambiguity to my true nature if I act like I have...what was the term you used Robert...the personality of packing Styrofoam...was it?" Adrian said with a sideward glance at Robert. 

"And I must say Adrian you perform the necessary role most admirably," Robert said.

"Now that all the legal mumbo-jumbo is out the way, you may head home to your darling mate Clarissa and your two lovely baby girls Adrian. I am sure you are anxious to get home since tonight marks the end of the physician mandate isolation from your wife's body, does it not Adrian?" Robert goaded forcing Adrian to blush profusely.

"Yes it does Alpha. Clarissa is most anxious for me and says she has something special in store for me. So if I have your leave, I am off then," Adrian said a little too excitedly as he gathered his things and sprinted for the door. He knocked the security guard over as he returned from his hourly rounds. Apologizing profusely Adrian was again off as he shot down the nearest hallway towards the exit. All three laughed loudly at Adrian as Robert helped the confused guard to his feet.

"Anxious mate," Robert said as recognition and understanding crossed the guard's face.

Robert ushered his son and now official daughter back into his office, closing the door behind him.

"Now that you are my official daughter, James and I have a couple of gifts for you," Robert said with a smile.

"Give me that ugly pink abomination you call a cell phone babe," James said as he raised his right hand.

"Hey! It's actually kind of cute, in a girlish totally not my style sort of way," Rachel said with a smile as she handed said abomination to her mate.

"You know...Wolfe Electronics has its own line of cellular smart phones that are totally customizable with removable covers and face plates. James designed this one especially for you Rachel," Robert said as he handed the phone to James.

James removed the SIM card out of Rachel's old phone and placed it in the new model. He handed the new phone to Rachel who was extremely pleased. The new smart phone had a larger and sharper LCD screen over her older model. The skin was dark black with Type O Negative's classic band symbol stamped across the back plate. She turned on the device and was further pleased to find a selection of gothic wallpaper and ringtones that were definitely more to her liking.




Guardian Wolf Ch. 05



"The new phone has a 3.1 megapixel camera with a 2GB expandable media card installed. I took the liberty of loading five hundred custom ringtones and a selection of some of my favorite wallpapers for your phone," James said as she perused the new menu structure.

"Custom ringtones? What do you mean?" Rachel asked.

"I make my own ringtones from my .mp3 collection. I refuse to pay $2.99 for a ringtone from a band that is short on playtime and low on originality. I was constantly frustrated on finding ringtones from bands I actually like to listen to. So I decided to make my own ringtones. There are a couple of open-source editing software packages out there that are perfect for my needs. And the phone readily receives and recognizes the files through Bluetooth," James said.

"You little software pirate," Rachel giggled.

"I don't think so. I purchased my music legally and I do not distribute my ringtones commercially. I doubt the RIAA is going to come after me for something they have no right or reason to know about," James countered.

"Give her the other things James and let's get this show on the road. You still have to check into the hotel before the..." Robert said before James quickly cut him off.

"DAD! It's still a surprise. Don't blow it okay?" James yelled.

"Oops! Sorry son. I thought you told her already," Robert apologized.

"Damn! I almost knew!" Rachel muttered angrily.

"Patience babe, you only have to wait another couple of hours. Besides it will SO be worth it when you know what it is," James said.

"It better be, or I swear to Luna I will leave you high and dry all month long at the cabin," Rachel threatened.

"No worries you little minx, I promise," James said.

Robert quickly came over and handed James a box and a large manila envelope. 

"If you two are done baiting each other, I would like to go home. I have a mate of my own I am anxious to get to and a dinner that will probably need reheating in the oven. I wanted to say congratulations again and be safe up at the cabin. I know you guys will have a blast up there. Rachel I am looking forward to meeting your wolf next month at the next pack run. If she is half as beautiful as you, she will be breathtaking. But if you will excuse me, I am out of here," Robert said as he made his way to his coat and hat.

Rachel ran up behind him and hugged him tightly, "Thanks Dad! This means a lot to me. I'm glad to be part of your clan."

Robert returned the embrace as he fought to hide the crack in his voice, "I am too, sweetheart. Just be sure to keep that thick-headed son of mine in line, will you?"

"I promise! Have a safe trip. I can't wait to meet Edward and Elizabeth at Christmas. I hope you convince them to come," Rachel said.

"Me too, princess. He is a stubborn old goat, but I am just as stubborn. I have two weeks to change his mind. Wish me luck," Robert said as he said his goodbyes.

"Good luck!" Rachel and James said to Robert as he exited the conference room.

************

Chapter 9 – A Night Out on the Town

October 4th, 2006

"Have a good night Dill," James and Rachel said as they exited the compound.

"Night guys, Rachel don't wear his big ass out. We still need him around, you hear?" Dill laughed.

"Night Dill," Rachel said as she stuck her tongue out at him.

James turned the Excursion back onto south I-5 as they headed towards the city center of Seattle. He asked Rachel to hold off opening her gifts; he didn't want to take the chance of something getting lost in the cab. Rachel was content to wait the few moments to reach the hotel; she had waited this long, what would be a few minutes more. Besides, the chance of losing something usually meant jewelry, and she was all about jewelry. They pulled into a large and swank hotel in the center of Seattle called the Wolfe's Head Tower. All around them were several expensive looking vehicles and important-looking individuals dressed to the nine's. The clientele looked very upscale, making Rachel wonder if they were exactly welcome here.

"Babe, we are always welcome here. Gus owns and operates this hotel. I reserved the bridal suite for us tonight. This is part one of your surprise tonight, the second includes dinner at a very exclusive restaurant," James said with a sly grin.

"But I feel so underdressed right now. Here I am in Levis and a t-shirt and most of these people are in complete eveningwear and...wait...is that...no, it couldn't be...could it?" Rachel said excitedly as she pointed at a very tall individual that stood nearly 7' tall. The individual's long black hair was pulled through a silver hair loop.

"I don't know babe. Let's go find out shall we?" James said.

"James, no...no! We can't bother him, can we?" Rachel said, looking aghast.

James quickly parked at the available Valet stall and handed the keys to the attendant along with a fifty dollar bill, with strict instructions to leave everything inside intact. The boy looked at James with equal measure of fear and respect and quickly nodded to James with a solemn vow not to touch a single, solitary item. James practically dragged and finally picked up his reluctant mate over to the large man standing on the corner.

"Peter!" James said loudly over the bustling exterior and conversation.

The man turned and looked James straight in the eye. He quickly broke into a toothy grin, the points of his canines sharp and menacing, "James Wolfe, damn boy! You've grown. You've gone through the Rites already? And don't tell me this fine piece of ass is your mate? How the hell did someone as ugly as you get a honey as hot as she? The fates are far, far too kind to you," Peter said looking directly at Rachel.

"Rachel may I introduce Peter Steele of Type O Negative, or more formally as Prince Petrus Traian Ratajczyk, Romanian crown prince of the Dragon Clan and nephew to Count Vladimir Drăculea III. Peter this is my mate Rachel Merchant Wolfe" James said in introduction. Peter bowed slightly at the waist in formal greeting. Rachel stood in shock, silently reeling in the presence of one of her idols.

"It is an honor to meet you madam Alpha. James's family and mine go way back. I am good friends with his uncle Caleb in New York. I met James years ago when he was a boy. He certainly has grown in size and stature since I last saw him. Although I must say he is far too ugly to deserve a ravishing creature such as you. Care to run away with me and leave this loser behind," Peter said, only slightly joking, as he grasped her hand and kissed it lightly.

"Shut up, Peter! Don't make me call Katarina and rat your philandering ass out," James said laughing.

"I have always been faithful to my beloved wife and princess. Besides, if I ever strayed, my uncle Vlad would hunt me down and shove my balls up my ass," Peter laughed, "the women you see me with are willing blood donors and nothing more."

"Vlad? You mean Vlad the Impaler? I thought he was killed in 1476 in Bucharest against the Ottoman Empire," Rachel spoke for the first time, surprising both men with her knowledge of history.

"You are as smart as you are beautiful Rachel. Vlad understood the value of loyal servants. The man killed was his man servant...a man named Teo. He bore a striking resemblance to my uncle. Teo was used quite effectively before as a Doppelgänger in the service of his lord. Although he made the ultimate sacrifice, my uncle rewarded his family beyond measure with riches and land as payment for his loyalty. Teo's death allowed Dracula to escape with his mate north into Hungary and then back into Transylvania. It was soon after this that all the legends started about him. Although he lost his crown and his throne, my uncle secured a very comfortable and lucrative retirement. He is still very much alive and enjoying a quiet life of complete anonymity and contentment. I plan to join him with Katarina soon in retirement in the Carpathian Mountains. The music world is starting to really bore me and the plastic smiles and fakeness of it all is getting really, really old. I figure I have one more album in me before I retire from music and this life all together," Peter said.

"What are you going to do?" Rachel asked.

"I have already planned my death in the next couple of years. It worked so well for Vlad and many of my kind that I will give it a go. I think a quiet and dignified death will do...probably a heart attack. My fellow band mates know of my desires and will happily back my decision; they will have no trouble moving on to other bands. I promised them I would keep in touch in the coming years. They are all growing older and are looking for something new to do. Besides, they have their own lives and families to look after now. This life is far more tiresome than when we started thirty years ago; the glamour of a rock star is highly overrated," Peter said.

"Any chance we can still score tickets to your concert later tonight? We both tried for tickets but they sold out so quickly," James did his best to plead without smiling. He had received back stage passes months ago from Peter. This was all an elaborate act for Rachel. Peter was more than happy to play along.

"Sorry my friend, the place is totally sold out. The managers and event planners only gave us a couple reserve tickets each and I already handed those out to family. I would sneak you in if I could, but security is very tight tonight," Peter acted sullenly while trying not to smile. This ruse of James's was really fun; his mate would be totally surprised. Both men watched Rachel's shoulders slump in disappointment.

"Damn. Well maybe we can catch another concert before you retire. Peter it was great seeing you again and thank you for letting me introduce Rachel. She is a huge fan. We've got to run and check in before our dinner reservations. I'll e-mail you sometime," James said.

"Sounds good, tell your old man 'hi' for me. And don't worry, the pleasure of meeting your mate was all mine. You can introduce her fine ass to me anytime you want," Peter laughed as he looked lasciviously at Rachel's retreating backside. Rachel felt her insides turn warm from the attention this dark prince of metal was paying her.

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Rachel was still on cloud nine as they checked into the hotel. She barely remembered the brief introduction James gave to his cousin Gus and his wife Tabitha. The next thing she really remembered was James lifting her up and carrying her gallantly over the threshold of the bridal suite. The interior of the suite was nothing short of immaculate. It was a mixture of modern luxury and rustic hunting lodge. Large red onyx marble columns adorned the walls and black onyx tiled floors led a path to an open and very oversized Jacuzzi tub. A large hallway led to a master bathroom including a large shower that was an exact copy of the one in their home; Archer construction must be very busy if these showers are this popular. A large sitting area sat adjacent to the Jacuzzi with plush carpeting, leather sofa and love seats and a roaring fire complete with a white bear-skinned rug. A set of stairs took its occupants to a balcony loft that served as the master bedroom. The bed was a large rustic four post bed that overlooked a spectacular view of the Seattle night life. Rachel mused absent-mindedly at several sets of rings inset on the posts, head board, and foot board of the bed. She concluded they only added aesthetic value to the room and served no functional purpose. 

A knock at the door broke Rachel from her wonderment at the audacious décor. James went to the door and ushered in two bellhops with two pieces of overnight luggage and a large black case embossed with the Wolfe family crest. One of the bellhops handed a small case containing the iPod from the cab of their vehicle and James directed the other to carry the luggage and cases to the upstairs loft. Upon return James handed each bellhop a hundred dollar bill and spoke quickly to them. Both young men nodded their assent and Rachel heard them say, 'Yes young Lord'; it only seemed fitting that pack members would operate a pack-owned hotel. The two young boys nodded politely to Rachel and hastily excused themselves. Rachel threw a questioning glance at James once they exited.

"Two of our younger omegas," James said, "I was just asking them if the concierge had made all the necessary arrangements for the rest of our evening. They said everything was going according to plan and we had approximately seventy-five minutes before we must leave for the restaurant."

"What arrangements did the concierge make for us, my love?" Rachel asked with a questioning glance at her mate.

James simply touched the side of his nose as if to say, 'wouldn't you like to know'. This caused Rachel to bristle slightly. This constant game of mystery was wearing on her nerves.

"Rachel, you need to relax and enjoy the rest of the evening. I have planned this night out for months. I have taken every precaution and liberty to ensure this night goes off without a hitch. I suggest we take a shower to relax and get cleaned up for the restaurant. I want you dressed to the nines and it will take you a few minutes to get your hair and makeup done before we leave," James said.

"But I don't have any eveningwear. I was expecting a romp in the hills, not a night out on the town. I don't have a dress or any jewelry or anything to wear tonight," Rachel pouted.

"Babe, when I said I had this thing planned to perfection, I meant it. By the time we get out of the shower, a valet will be here with our evening wear and all the necessary trinkets needed to make you the most wanton creature in Seattle and make me the most envied man because of it. Now get that gorgeous ass out of those jeans and into that shower before I get mad and spank your bare bottom red for disobedience," James threatened.

"You wouldn't dare," Rachel said with just a hint of unease in her voice.

"You forget my mischievous mate and now wife: you are mine, I own you. I am your Alpha and your body is meant for my pleasure. I will do with it as I see fit and what I see fit is for you to get that gorgeous behind in that shower...Now!" James said sternly with a solid slap to the back of Rachel's rump.

Rachel yelped then giggled as she raced to the loft to shed her clothes. She returned moments later bounding down the stairs naked as the day she was born. Her generous breasts bouncing with every step she took. She stopped on the last step before the landing and posed for her mate.

"Like what you see...my master?" Rachel said in a demur voice.

"Oh fuck yeah! Gods baby, my cock is about to break out of these jeans you look so good," James groaned in unbridled lust as he growled and advanced on his mate.

Rachel giggled and skipped out of his grasp, "well you better get undressed then. We don't want the poor thing to suffocate now, do we big boy? I'll see your gorgeous ass in the shower. Hurry up now. Don't keep your little sex slave waiting long...Master." 

Rachel cooed as she accented the last word. The look in James's eyes had gone from lustful to downright feral. His wolf was taking over and if she didn't exit immediately, they would not make it to the shower or dinner. She quickly turned tail and ran for the shower giggling as James watched her perfect ass bounce with every step. He broke from his lustful fantasies a moment later as he heard the shower turn on. He was up to the loft and bounding down the stairs naked in record time; his cock was as hard and stiff; it bounced and quivered with every step he took. This night was going to be memorable for both of them.

When he walked into the bathroom his heart nearly stopped. Rachel was seated in a corner stool that was built into the shower, masturbating slowly to his visual delight. She was dipping her fingers into her hole then extracting them, bringing them to her lips. Her small pink tongue sampling her essence before returning her fingers to her well for more. With the other hand she was twisting and pulling her nipples painfully as she built towards her first orgasm. Rachel noticed James's presence and smiled wickedly. She sped up her ministrations to a fever pitch; having an audience was making her exponentially hotter. Her breath became shallower and more heated the closer she came to release. Before James could move to intercept his luscious bride, Rachel screamed out in release. A steady stream of girlish cum arced from her pussy to the shower flower. Rachel was uttering a litany of obscene gibberish and shaking violently as she fought to bring her body back under control. If James thought his cock was hard before, it was able to cut through steel now. It was smacking almost painfully against his abdomen with every beat of his heart. A low primal growl came from his throat as he pounced upon his little shower nymph. 

There was no tenderness in there coupling. James threw open the shower door and reached for his still quivering mate in a fury of lustful urgency. He grabbed both wrists in one massive hand and lifted her cleanly from the seat, her body still gyrating to the dying embers of her orgasm. James spied a large steel rod bolted into the tile and concrete outside the steady stream of water. Normally reserved for a handy towel or wash cloth, it would now serve his immediate purpose nicely. He wrapped a massive arm around his mate's small body and carried her over to the bar.

"Hold on to the bar with both hands you slutty little cock tease," James growled with a fire in his eyes Rachel had not seen before.

She hastily complied turning over to face the wall and placing her hands firmly around the steel bar. She prayed the steel bar was reinforced because something told her she was going to get the life fucked out of her. James took both of Rachel's legs in hands and, without foreplay or pretense, speared his tiny bride's moist pussy from behind. Her body went stiff as his massive member invaded her still quivering pussy. She screamed in surprise and joyful agony as every centimeter of his twelve inch cock forced its way into her body. There were no words accurate enough to describe the feelings she was experiencing. She was literally skewered on his cock, like a pig on a spit, holding on for dear life as James proceeded to thrust madly in and out of her battered pussy. But he was far from finished. With one arm cradling his loving wife around the abdomen working a finger feverishly on her clitoris, his other hand was poised to strike at her tender buttocks. He brought his hand down swiftly contacting her ass with a resounding SMACK. Rachel screamed in painful lust forcing her pussy to clamp deliciously around James's turgid invader.

"What are you Rachel?" James demanded.

"I'm a slut! I'm my master's dirty little bitch in heat!" Rachel sobbed in reply. The pain only seemed to intensify the pleasurable sensations now coursing through her body.

James again sent his arm flying downwards upon the opposite cheek receiving similar results.

"Why are you being punished Rachel?" James asked pumping furiously.

"Because I am a filthy cock tease to my master and I deserve to be punished for teasing his massive cock," Rachel said now trying to match each and every urgent thrust.

"Who do you belong to?" James asked as he quickly built towards orgasm.

"You," said Rachel.

SMACK! A third painful slap came flying across her rosy bottom, "WHO DO YOU BELONG TO?" James bellowed now on the absolute precipice of release.

"YOU! I BELONG TO YOU!" Rachel sobbed as her orgasm took her without mercy. Rachel's body began a tumultuous quivering, her hands locked in a death grip around the steel bar as she held on for dear life; her ankles locked behind James's pumping ass securing his position within her body.

As James felt his cock beginning to empty into her velvet sheath, he took two fingers and shoved them painfully into Rachel's ass. Rachel screamed as the mixture of pain and pleasure merged into a second orgasm that forced her conscious mind into a realm of new understanding. She felt her voice abdicate to the wolf within and she howled long and hard as a continual stream of sexual gratification washed over her and her mate. James, witnessing her acquiescence to her primal self, gave into his own wolf and joined her in their cry of love and lust. Sounds of their primal lovemaking forced many residents, on two consecutive floors beneath the conjoined lovers, to call and complain to management about the excessive noise.




Guardian Wolf Ch. 06



Okay folks, it is finally here; chapter six has arrived! It only took me nearly six months to write it (which, unfortunately, included some severe procrastination on my part). I would like to thank all the fans who wrote me asking for and helping motivate me to finish this chapter. I would also like to personally thank immortalman18 and malaknight1818 for reading the chapter and offering their comments; I sincerely appreciate all your comments and plot ideas. They helped shape my characters and provided a certain direction for the story to follow.

This chapter is the longest so far in the series. I actually had to split part of the story because it was becoming a tad too long. So hopefully Ch. 07 will not take me nearly as long to write as Ch. 06 did. This chapter takes place at the concert and deals primarily with a confrontation between our hero and heroine and Jessica Hamilton. I introduce quite a lot of backstory for Jessica Hamilton to help explain just why she is an absolute bitch and how she will develop as a character. Saying this, because she is such an absolute bitch I used some very derogatory and racially motivated slurs towards black people.

I myself hold no such racial hatred but I used the negative epitaphs to highlight the shallow and biased nature of Jessica's character and how she views the world as a whole. I sincerely apologize to those that may be offended by such language, but as a writer I take liberal action in freedom of speech and chose not to color my writings with political correctness. If you are particularly sensitive to such language, I urge you to skip this chapter or at least properly prepare yourself for a shock. If you choose to continue reading, do so knowing you have been properly forewarned.

Also I have provided several technical details within. I try most fervently to be accurate in my writing, but I am often prone to making mistakes. If I do make a blatant mistake please let me know about it. I hope to one day turn this series of stories into an actual novel and it would not bode well for me if I come off looking like a complete dumbass. But then again the chance of actually publishing (that is if I actually do finish this series) is rather slim. But such pipe dreams feed my ego and help motivate me to continue writing. Regardless writing these stories is fun and has provided me an outlet for my perverse and demented sense of humor. It is not very often one can write so freely of things that would normally provide an individual a cell at the local penitentiary or stay at the psych ward in the real world. I find writing is very cathartic and helps reduce my stress levels. In the world of literature one can be anyone and do anything his imagination can provide; even if that 'anything' is a perverse series of sexually driven adventures.

Furthermore this chapter continues to explore James and Rachel's sexual revolution and evolution as they discover new and exciting ways to screw like two bunny junkies with an eight-ball of crack. This chapter contains elements of dominance and submission, exhibitionism, voyeurism, light bondage, and lots and lots of dirty, filthy sex talk. By now most readers have come to either appreciate or loathe my style of writing. I hope those that continue to read this series actually enjoy my style of writing and do not simply torture themselves through literary masochism.

However, if after reading my submissions, you continue to disagree with the story, please fill free to leave your comments. I won't hold it against you if you choose to voice your opinion, however negative it may be. Freedom of speech is a double edged sword; it swings both ways (which oddly sounds bisexual). Positive feedback and voting is always highly appreciated and it helps improve my moral and inspires me to continue writing. Also, I enjoy receiving e-mails from people and always try to respond to each and every one. If you choose to e-mail me, please provide a return address so I may respond promptly. You may find my e-mail address under my profile.

Again, thank you for your patience as I beat my brain to awaken the drunken Leprechaun so I may continue writing. The little lush is oft to taken long and much extended naps when he should be at the helm guiding and encouraging my creative juices instead of slacking off and getting rip-roaring drunk. I apologize for the extended periods between the chapters as I encourage the little bastard to attend his AA meetings. So far it is becoming increasingly difficult to hide the bottle from the little prick. (Just so you know I don't have a drinking problem. Only the man inside my head has such a debilitating issue with the sauce). Many of my readers may believe I suffer from insanity but I assure you that I enjoy every minute of it. To those that continue to question my mental stability I say this to you: don't knock it until you try it! Just remember, if you hear voices in your head you will never be alone; you will always have someone to talk to. So without further ado, I present Ch. 06.

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Chapter Ten -- A Concert, Confrontation, and Discovery

October 4th -- 5th, 2006

Silver Peak Arena was actually located in the neighboring city of Newcastle. Nestled in the hills of Coal Creek, just west of Cougar Mountain; the facility was in a prime location within spitting distance of three suburban neighborhoods: Newport Hills, Newcastle, and Somerset. The land it sat on was part of a large trust owned and maintained by the Hunter Clan. One of the clan's primary interests was in land speculation and real estate. When the call went out for a new and larger public arena, the Hunter's jumped at the opportunity and offered their land for development. The Hunter clan quickly contracted their brother clans, Archer and Wolfe, to help develop and finance this grand new venture. The scope of this bold new project would be daunting.

When the Arena was designed and built five years prior, Silver Peak was to be the largest public venue in Washington history. The land set aside for development was a monstrous fifty acres. The complex design plans called for a structure that would cover nearly two million usable square feet on four sprawling levels, with enough public parking to accommodate fifteen thousand vehicles over five massive parking structures. But the Archer clan architects were thinking on a much grander scale. The arena would be much more than just a place for people to enjoy concerts (all though two separate, fully enclosed arenas were incorporated into the designs). The complex would boast two recreation centers, complete with two Olympic size swimming pools and three gyms, a year-round NHL regulation ice rink, a complete child-friendly area including go-carts, miniature golf, laser tag, and the most modern arcade of its time, and over thirty restaurants and open air cafés. The facility would also host three movie theatres, day care facilities, and business venues. They even bought and incorporated the nearby golf course at Newcastle. The overall cost at completion was a staggering $1.68 Billion.

When the environmentalists first got wind of the new development, they nearly shit a brick. Many organizations clamored that the complex would be a cancerous blight on what was then pristine forest. They were quickly organizing to thwart the city council from passing a measure to okay the build. That is until they saw the environmental impact study and plans for the most advanced 'green' structure of its day. The Archer clan designers knew the environmentalists would be bearing kittens over this project. So to help appease the critics and alleviate future problems, they instigated an audacious environmental protection and retention program.

The new facility would boast the newest and most super-efficient solar cells available on any market(in fact, they weren't even available on any consumer market); the cells, recently developed by Wolfe Industries, were intended for military applications but were quickly and easily converted for commercial use. The solar panels themselves would be mounted upon computer controlled, robotic actuators that would follow the daily migration of the sun to maximize solar retention and efficiency. Typical solar cells can generate around 45 milliwatts per square inch. Wolfe Industries solar cells could generate 10 watts per square inch. The solar cells used on the panels were so efficient the Department of Energy and the Department of Defense classified them as a national security asset. The patents and any accompanying documentation were quickly, and quietly, removed from the patent office and all public record of the new technology was deleted. The United States government was treating this new breakthrough in green technology as the holy grail of all black projects.

The panels and solar cells were installed under strict guard by Wolfe Industries engineers, a security force made up of hand-picked Wolfe security personnel, and a platoon of marines from the Everett Naval Station. The roof was guarded twenty-four hours a day and roof access was granted by coded key card and biometric hand scanner only. But the efficiency of these cells and their power production were definitely worth the extra security. During peak efficiency and summer conditions, the cells could produce 20 megawatts a day. That's over 72 gigajoules of usable energy. To put that in layman terms; that is enough energy to run a 60 watt bulb for more than 38 years! That amounted to 10 watts of available power for every square foot in the facility.

Additionally, in case of catastrophic power failure, the facility could be powered by three industrial size Arctic Wolfe generators (another innovation of Wolfe Industries) that could generate a staggering 150,000 kW hours that were specifically engineered to be run on refined biodiesel; the biodiesel was manufactured onsite by an ultra-efficient rendering plant. It was an efficient and economical way to dispose of thousands of gallons of cooking oil used every month throughout the facility. The rest of their power would come from the coal creek river. Wolfe Industries designed and built three custom miniature hydro-electric generators that would create a sustainable 20,000 kW hours of continual power. For all intents and purposes, the Silver Peak facility was designed and engineered to be entirely off-grid.

In addition to the green power consumption, Silver Peak instituted its own 'gray water' recycling plant; all non-potable water would be sanitized and recycled for continued use. Archer clan also brought in a renowned botanist as a consultant to suggest the type of flora that was to be planted in SPARC's four arboretums. When all was said and done, the tree huggers and frog kissers had very little to argue about.

All the naysayers and pundits said the facility was doomed from the start. They believed the power consumption alone would cripple the facility and they would be forced to connect permanently to the public grid. No one in the traditional real estate and development firms could believe that a green facility of such magnitude would ever become solvent, let alone profitable. But the clans had the last laugh. At this year's 3rd quarter earnings and profit release, the arena was reaping over 30 million in profit a month; 4.1 million of this was excess electricity generated by the arena, sold back to the utility companies for an obscene amount of money. Approximately forty-three percent of all electricity generated each month was being sold back to the city of Seattle and its surrounding boroughs. The clans were able to recover their initial investments in fewer than five years. The Silver Peak Arena and Recreation Center (SPARC) was generating serious revenue for the clans.

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Rachel could not get over the sheer grandeur and majesty of the steel and glass facility. This was the first time she had ever set foot in the arena, and she was obviously blown away. All of her socialite 'girlfriends' raved about Silver Peak and spent many weekends flirting with the helpless, teenage male staff and generously supporting the local retail economy, compliments of their parent's hard-earned money. While Rachel happily ignored their pleas to join them on their weekend excursions in favor of volunteering down at the local children's hospital, she now could see with her own eyes what the fuss was all about. But what really got to Rachel were not the sights but the smells.

Rachel had been coming to grips slowly with the changes she could now feel happening within her. Her sense of hearing was becoming sharper and more pronounced; she could hear whispered conversations across a crowded room with ease, making eavesdropping child's play. Her eye sight was equally sharp with dramatic improvements to her night vision. But the most dramatic physical manifestation of the changes now happening to her body was her sense of smell. A human's sense smell and olfactory sensitivity can be measured between five and ten million cells; compare that to a canine's 125 million cell range over a smaller surface area and one can begin to visualize the dramatic increase of sensitivity. But perhaps the most dramatic change in Rachel was the development of a Jacobson's organ; this 'organ' is a collection of olfactory receptors in the nasal cavity and opening in the upper part of her mouth that actually detect pheromones: sexual hormones emitted by people and animal alike. She could actually smell James, recognizing and identifying him by his unique musk and sexual aura as her mate.

Now even more she could detect her mate's smell: a mixture of pine needles, moss, and damp earth after a fresh rain; the smell of spring mixed with something uniquely masculine and solely James. Rachel could also recognize, for the first time since she was changed, her own unique musk of arousal: the smell of a freshly fallen cedar tree. Everything around her threatened to overwhelm her senses and she gripped James's arm tighter to steady herself before her knees buckled in overload. She was literally overdosing on smells.

James immediately recognized Rachel's distress and navigated her to a nearby table to sit down so she could gather her wits about her before continuing to the arena. This was something he wished he had time to help prepare her for; a Lycan's sense of smell was probably their most sensitive and effective attribute. But to a newly changed werewolf, the affects were overwhelming.

Try breathing through your mouth a little more babe. I know being here with all the people and smells is overwhelming you. It happens to everyone. Concentrate on blocking out the smells you don't want and allowing the smells you do want; concentrate on my smell, taste me in your mouth and use that to filter out everything else.

Rachel followed her mate's advice and slowed her breathing as she stopped hyperventilating and began to breathe deeply through her mouth. She discovered if she consciously monitored her breathing and the smells around her it became much easier to ignore the onslaught of environmental odors, allowing her to focus on a specific scent. Rachel soon discovered that she was able to quickly identify characteristics about people and their lifestyle simply by paying attention to her nose. The scents began to shift and transform into specific auras and colors, unique to the thing or person emitting them. She could smell the canola oil that was used for frying the fresh doughnuts in a kiosk down the hallway. She could smell the 'cheese' bubbling from a nearby Nacho Hut; one could actually smell the artificial ingredients and binders used to create the spicy orange concoction.

Rachel concentrated on a couple walking past them on their way to their seats in the arena. She could discern that the girlfriend was unfaithful to her boyfriend with his best friend, simply by recognizing a common smell between them. The girl was actually sweating nervously as they walked towards the arena (probably to meet his friend and her lover). She could practically taste her fear of being found out as she looked at her boyfriend with mocking adoration. Soon Rachel's head cleared and she was more excited than overwhelmed at her new ability. James saw the change in her demeanor and smiled down at his little mate as she made her personal discovery.

Pretty cool, huh? It all gets easier with more practice. Before long you will be able to recognize distinct smells, where they are, and how far away simply by following your nose.

An image of the cartoon Toucan leading the children to their favorite breakfast cereal by simply saying, 'follow your nose' crossed her mind and made both of them smile.

This is amazing James! I can smell it all. The concessions...the people...everything! Each and every smell is unique; I can actually TASTE some of them. I can even smell that bitch Jessica Hamilton...wait...what?

James nodded to Rachel in the direction of the front entrance in time to watch the Queen Bitch of Copper Hills High School grace everyone with her auspicious presence. Rachel fumed as she watched the cheerleader captain walk confidently into the lobby. Jessica's arrogance was evident in her superior smile as she looked out upon 'all the little people'; her look made Rachel want to slap the shit out of her. Rachel fought back the urge to vomit from the overwhelming stench that was Jessica Hamilton. Her smell was unique: a mixture of a disgustingly over-priced perfume she wore religiously, Jessica's arrogance and disdains for others, and something that just screamed promiscuity. There was also something odd about Jessica. Behind the blatant veil of smuttiness there was a smell...something faint and almost natural...she smelled familiar to Rachel; something was off about her that Rachel could not yet identify. This troubled her deeply.

What the fuck is SHE doing here? I know for a fact that she hates Heavy Metal. Jessica is the quintessential blonde haired, blue eyed pop queen; she wouldn't be caught dead within a hundred miles of a Type O Negative concert.

Her question was quickly answered as in stepped Robert 'Sweet Feet' Buchanan, the school's star running back. Robert was a good looking 5' 10", 170 lbs. of wiry black muscle and sinew; he broke all the stereotypical molds normally assigned to black people. For one, Robert was an adamant critic of rap music and proudly admitted his allegiance to the predominantly white Heavy Metal and Hard Rock genres. Despite his musical tastes, Robert was a very straight laced young man. He was an academic titan as well as a football star; he abstained from drinking and the illegal drugs that were so prevalent within the jock social circles. Rachel was often joined by Robert down at the homeless shelter or the children's hospital where he enjoyed reading Dr. Seuss to all the sick children in the cancer ward. His smell was like a white halo next to the black smudge of Jessica; they were exact polar opposites. Rachel was justly shocked to see such a moral person as Robert Buchanan with the likes of that slutty gutter snipe Jessica Hamilton.

Did we slip into the Twilight Zone? Or are the Gods truly that fucking crazy? What is sweet Robert doing with that slut?

I'm as stumped as you are babe. I know and like Robert very much. Either this is a very cruel joke or someone put him up to this. I'm leaning towards the latter. Jessica just isn't Robert's style; she is too full of herself to be seen with someone who is morally superior to her. She is just too...well...slutty. I guess we are going to get some answers because look who just recognized you and is heading this way. Better retract your claws and play nice babe, the wicked witch of the West is about to touch down in front of us.




Guardian Wolf Ch. 06



Rachel snickered as she imagined Jessica decked out in traditional witch garb flying around on her broom stick. The image helped lighten her mood and allowed her to step back from ripping Jessica's jugular out of her throat and slapping her eyes out of their sockets.

Where the fuck is a falling house when you need one? Rachel quipped in her mind.

This caused James to snort in laughter; he had to cover his mouth to hide the smile that was now covering his face. The thought of a house falling out of the sky and crushing the wicked witch of CHHS was most gratifying.

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Jessica had indeed recognized the little prude Rachel Merchant and haughtily made her way over to her with Robert following meekly in tow. But her attention was quickly interrupted by the Adonis that was cradling the little Miss goodie-two-shoes protectively in his arms. Where the fuck did Rachel "I'm a Virgin for Life" Merchant stumble across this tasty morsel? And more importantly, why the fuck had she never come across this potential new boy toy before? She better be on her best behavior and put her best fake face forward.

"Hi Rachel, missed you at practice and the game yesterday. Is everything okay? I heard you had a pretty big blow out with Jayden yesterday," Jessica said with mock sincerity to the general vicinity that may or may not include Rachel. Jessica's attention was entirely on James.

"Hi Jessica! Sorry about all that. A...a family emergency came up suddenly and I had to leave right away. Also you should know that I will be out of town for the next month...I am going through a lot of ...personal changes right now and I won't be able to keep up with the squad. I already spoke with Coach Wozniak and she has authorized my absence with my teachers and the principal," Rachel explained, growing increasingly annoyed over Jessica's eying of HER mate.

Rachel caught the scent of Jessica's arousal and it made her growl subconsciously through her newly developed sub vocals. James noticed and pressed firmly on Rachel's right shoulder to bring her back from brink of a full scale cat fight. This was their night and he refused to allow anyone to ruin it for them.

James snickered in his head to Rachel. Personal changes? She has no idea.

Rachel thought back. I wouldn't mind giving her a demonstration but I doubt she would enjoy it.

Place nice baby! Remember you are a future madam; you need to take the high road. Jessica will be good practice for you...just remember patience and to breathe. And please refrain from ripping her head from her shoulders.

I promise nothing!

"Well I don't know if there will be a spot for you on the squad when you get back. You left us in quite a bind for the football game yesterday. Poor little Amy was left to fly all on her own," Jessica said to Rachel's voice as she continued to drool over James. Robert simply looked at Rachel and rolled his eyes at Jessica and her overly rude behavior.

"That's okay. You can go ahead and find a replacement for me. I won't be returning. I know there are a couple girls on the JV squad that are more than qualified to fill in for the varsity spot. I've honestly lost complete interest in cheerleading as of late," Rachel said with a hint of venom in her voice.

This caused Jessica to blink and look directly at Rachel, for the first time, with increasing incredulity. Not interested in cheerleading? What kind of nonsense is this? What would cause this wallflower to lose interest in her only foothold on the social ladder? It couldn't be...this stud sitting next to her with his arms bristling with all that yummy muscle protecting her...she finally lost the cherry. We'll bravo little wallflower. Bravo! You definitely picked top shelf to lose your virginity. Now if you don't mind, I think I will take him off your hands so that I may also enjoy him as well; it's important to share the wealth. Just the thought of this delicious male plowing her fertile fields made Jessica's pussy itch.

Rachel growled low in her throat as she watched Jessica eye James with unmasked lust. Jessica's eyes slowly walked over his sculpted flesh like a snail with a horrid case of vertigo. Her eyes widened considerably when she noticed the considerable bulge nestled down James's right pant leg. Jessica unconsciously licked her lips in a lust filled haze.

Back off BITCH! This man is MINE you little slut. Come near him and I will relocate your head up your ass!

James chuckled and quietly put a reassuring hand across the back of Rachel's neck and began to massage it sensuously. This caused Rachel's animosity to this unwelcome rival to lessen but not abate completely.

Relax baby! She can't hold a candle to you. Besides, there is no way in the nine circles of hell I would ever take a ride on THAT bike. I need a penicillin shot just looking at her.

This last comment caused Rachel to snort and laugh derisively to Jessica's confusion. Becoming increasingly annoyed, Jessica pressed forward and demanded an introduction.

"Rachel? Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" Jessica asked sweetly, using all her known seductive powers on James.

"Sure Jessica," Rachel said with sickening sweetness, "this is my may...I mean my boyfriend James."

Before Jessica could reply Robert came from around them with a sudden dawning of recognition, "James Wolfe! I thought I recognized you. But dude! You have totally become ripped. What's your secret bro?" Robert said as he eyed this new version of James for the first time. He shook hands with James warmly.

Thinking quickly on his feet from years of practiced experience James said, "I hit a big growth spurt. All the guys in my family hit one right about their eighteenth birthday. As for the muscle and weight I have been on some incredible new diet that includes a lot of carbohydrates, protein, and advanced weight lifting. It promises amazing results very, very quickly."

This seemed to mollify Robert's curiosity for the moment and he fell silent once again as Jessica stared him back behind her with a withering gaze. Robert shivered involuntarily as he felt the temperature in the room drop several degrees as he looked sheepishly into Jessica's ice blue eyes.

"By the way Jessica, what are you doing here? A heavy metal concert hardly seems your style," Rachel goaded, twisting the knife ever so slowly.

Jessica scrunched her face like she had just licked her own ass, "Ugh. It wasn't my idea. Daddy is interviewing Robert's father for a new VP candidacy and it is my job to take out Robert on a date. Daddy always treats new promotions for company officers like they are potentials. Like, I would ever marry a black guy! Please! Ugh! But Daddy promised me a new car for Christmas if I did this favor for him."

Rachel, Robert, and James rolled their eyes together at Jessica's obvious racial faux pas. Apparently this flew right over Jessica's head.

"Mr. Selfish here refused to cancel his tickets for tonight to accommodate me and my important social calendar. Daddy said I couldn't reschedule and I had to go along tonight. I brought my iPod and I plan to drown out this crap with some decent music if it kills me," she said with finality.

Robert looked over Jessica's shoulder at James and Rachel with a look of pleading that simply said, 'somebody shoot me, please!'

"Well at least you are selfless enough to do something that Robert wants to do, even though it takes up your precious time," Rachel said dripping with sarcasm.

"I know right! I should get the fucking Nobel Peace Prize for this shit!" Jessica agreed wholeheartedly. Again, the mocking air of sarcasm blew right past her.

Suddenly a voice came over the public address system announcing the concert would be starting in ten minutes. The voice asked that everyone make their way to their seats. This broke up the conversation causing Jessica to drag Robert quickly away by his collared shirt; Robert yelling hasty goodbyes to James and Rachel. Rachel and James waved like they were saying goodbye to a man condemned to hang. They turned to each other and giggled as they made their way to their seats.

"James?" Rachel asked, "Did Jessica smell familiar to you? I mean beyond that slutty aroma? It was real faint, but I swear she smelt like one of us. She smelt like pack."

"I caught it too babe. It means she is supposed to be mated to a werewolf. As to whom I don't know yet. Why the fates would want her to be pack is beyond me. She needs a serious attitude adjustment before she could even think to be welcome into our world," James said in resignation.

"I just feel bad for the poor fucker that is stuck with that damaged piece of goods. I honestly hope it's no one we know," Rachel lamented.

"Me too babe, me too," James agreed as they made their way down to the VIP entrance.

Little did they know, Jessica's mate was a member of the Wolfe clan and quietly anticipating his upcoming eighteenth birthday; however, this year his present would be one he would never have expected in a million years. Despite her callous nature and promiscuous youth, Jessica, with proper training, would become a beneficial member of the Wolfe clan. But it would take a strong hand and a stronger heart to tame her and to show her the light.

************

The 'All Access' badges James and Rachel wore allowed them practically everywhere in the arena, including front-row center stage. They were able to stake their claim to the best spot in the house and quickly entrenched themselves for the duration of the evening. From here they could see and hear everything Peter, Kenny, Josh, and John did with perfect clarity. James quietly maneuvered Rachel in front of him, allowing him to shield her safely from most of the rowdiness that would quickly consume the crowd. Their 'seats' were so good they were actually within the inner perimeter of the riot gates behind a ring of security; this conveniently obscured them from most of the crowd, allowing them a small measure of privacy, as if anyone would be looking directly at them anyway. Despite their fortuitous location and relatively safe distance from the crowd, James was taking no chance of anything happening to his little Rachel.

If anything was 'all access' it was to be within touching distance of Peter Steele. Rachel was so ecstatic about tonight she was shaking slightly. Never in a million years would she have guessed she would be here tonight. Her mate had gone well above and beyond any conceivable call of duty with her surprise present. It went without saying that she was going to rock his world tonight.

I'll hold you to that baby.

James I am so excited and HORNY right now. I wished to the GODS I was wearing a skirt right now. That way you could flip up my skirt, tear my panties away, and go to town on my slutty ass. I'm this close to turning around right now and blowing you in front of ten thousand people.

The dual thoughts of a very public blowjob and then bending Rachel over the stage and fucking her to within an inch of her life while Peter Steele played 'Love You to Death' was very, very appealing. Suddenly a deliciously naughty idea came to James and he smiled lasciviously to his tiny mate. Rachel could practically hear the perverted gears grinding away in her mate's head and turned around to see a wicked gleam in his eyes.

Gods James! I was just kidding. There is no way in Hell you are going to fuck me in front of what...fifteen thousand people. So you can just get it out of your perverted head. You can't just rip my pants and panties off and have your way with me in front of an audience. No way...

Rachel's thoughts were lost to her suddenly when James bent down and bit down sharply on Rachel's mating mark, growling low in his throat. Her complaint disappeared into a ragged erotic gasp as James growled dominantly into his mate's shoulder as he proceeded to tease and twist her increasingly aroused nipples. Gods how she loved and loathed what this man could do to her body. Suddenly James pulled on her right nipple and twisted it harshly forcing Rachel to whimper her increasing need to get fucked. Before Rachel could form what resembled the beginning of a curse at her mate's blatant public display of affection, she heard and felt her denim jeans ripping. James had shifted his left hand and used his talons to tear a rather large hole in the crotch of Rachel's jeans. He did leave her panties intact...for the moment.

What the fuck are you doing?!?

I am making an entrance for my cock to fuck you. Trust me, it will be very discreet. No one will be able to see or tell what is happening, especially in the dark...well, that is until you start cumming. So my advice to you, my little mate, is to keep as quiet as you can unless you want Peter's microphone to pick up the sounds of our lovemaking.

Rachel whimpered with increasing volume as James continued to play and tease her now painful nipples. The thought of the microphone picking up the sounds of her sexual release as she screamed out her orgasm was turning her on immensely. But the shame of being found out caused her to bite down on her lip painfully to stifle her moans. Suddenly the crowd erupted as the promoter came on to the stage to announce the first of two opening bands before TON took the stage. By now the arena was packed to the brim with thousands of eager fans wishing to catch a glimpse of their favorite band. The VIP section where they now stood was becoming increasingly crowded as fans with similar access, camera crews, and other support staff congregated. Rachel's nerves and her arousal were at their zenith as the house lights dimmed and the first band, a local gothic band looking to make it big, took the stage.

As the band began to play, James was pleasantly surprised to discover the band wasn't half bad. They were a mixture of alternative rock and industrial gothic. It was a surprisingly good mixture and James started to strum Rachel's clit to the melody of the song. Rachel was trying her best to enjoy the music as she worked to ignore the mounting pleasure/pain that James was delivering to her nervous system via her aroused nipples. But she almost jumped onto the stage when James found and began to play with her love button like it was a chord on a guitar. James was careful to keep his ministrations light, not allowing Rachel to reach climax. By the time the band's set ended fifteen minutes later, Rachel was breathing raggedly and had a wild look in her eyes. She began to curse vehemently in her mind.

God damn it mother fucker...god damn you and your body...god damn you and your endless stamina and delicious cum...god damn you and your fucking fingers...fucker...fucking fucker...I'm so fucking CLOSE...let me fucking CUM!

And ruin my fun? I don't think so. And just to ensure you won't try and jill yourself off directly give me your hands please.

"No!" Rachel yelled much too loudly and as petulantly as she could muster between ragged gasps for breath as her body teetered on the verge of orgasm. Just a couple more strokes were all she needed before she could blast off into the stratosphere.

But James had other plans as he forcefully ripped Rachel's thong through the hole in her pants, forcing Rachel to gasp then moan as the fabric was pulled forcefully over her engorged clitoris and Mons pubis.

Give me your hands!

"No!" Rachel yelled like a spoiled toddler.

Give me your hands!

James said this to his mate as he forcefully bit down on her mating mark baring his Lycan fangs gently into her flesh. This caused Rachel to yelp then moan as the delicious mixture of pain and pleasure worked through her already flustered body. The feeling of James dominating her body like a common fuck toy was driving her up the fucking wall. James took the moment her guard was down to forcefully grab her wrists and using the torn fabric of her panties to tie her wrists tightly behind her. Now with her hands properly bound he could continue to play with her body at his leisure. Rachel half-heartedly struggled with her bonds as she awaited the next brazen move from her dominant mate. Both knew perfectly well she could break her bonds at any moment, but she was more curious than afraid to see what James would do next.

Just remember Rachel, you ARE my fuck toy. Your body is here for my pleasure and for my amusement. You will just stand there and take your orgasms like a good girl.

James swatted her ass for good measure causing her to whimper then moan as the coarse jean material rubbed against her ass cheeks. James then turned serious for a moment and spoke to reassure his mate.

Rachel, trust me. I will not do anything that you do not want. I love you. You are my entire life. If you really want me to stop, I will. Do you want me to stop?

Don't you fucking dare! This is the hottest thing I have ever experienced. My body is on fire and my pussy is leaking like a river overflowing its banks. It probably looks like I pissed myself already. Just be careful is all that I ask. We don't need you shifting in front of fifteen thousand witnesses and blowing the evening. That and don't you dare think about not giving me an orgasm. You have me working up to the mother of all orgasms right now and I expect to blow my top before this concert is over. Are we clear?!?

Crystal.

James smiled and patted himself on the back for this impromptu idea. He expected to mess with her during the concert but never imagined he would take it this far. He kissed Rachel on the top of her head and she wiggled her butt temptingly against his hardening cock. Just then the second band was announced and James was pleasantly surprised to discover it was another of his favorite bands: Deathstars

Check it out babe. These guys are fucking awesome. They come from Stockholm, Sweden. I think you will really like them. They have an awesome industrial sound.

Whatever! Just remember our agreement. I get off and nobody gets hurt.

James just chuckled and shook his head at Rachel's transformation from hesitant victim to willing participant and coconspirator. James took the opportunity between bands to surreptitiously maneuver his left hand between their bodies and slip two fingers, through the hole in her jeans, positioning them next to her moist pussy. Rachel wasn't kidding when she said she was hot. James felt like the flesh would melt from his bones simply from the heat that her body was now producing. Her pussy was on fire. The only thing preventing both of them from spontaneously combusting was Rachel's copious amount of cum now weeping down the inside of her thighs, heavily staining the fabric of her jeans.

Just as Andreas "Whiplasher Bernadotte" Bergh took the stage, James plunged his fingers inside her swollen gash and began to lazily masturbate his wife. He continued to molest Rachel's breasts and nipples through the fabric of her shirt. Rachel helped at every opportunity as she began to rock with the rhythm of his fingers and leaned forward into James's hands to maximize the tactual stimulation. James abruptly stopped as Deathstars opened their act with 'Cyanide'. He allowed the beat to wash over them as he left his fingers sitting idly in his mate's hungry hole. Rachel tried in vain to gain friction against his fingers by rocking against them, but James would not have it; he quickly swatted her ass harshly to stop her motions. Rachel moaned and whimpered in need but otherwise stopped her movement. James had something planned for her and she would trust him.

Andreas began to sing after the opening sequence:

This is the hand that will blind your eyes and split your spine...this is the blade that will visit your flesh and release the wine...




Guardian Wolf Ch. 06



Play!

You play with toys that have triggers...and you hear how the lead moves in...

Rachel was enjoying the gruesome lyrics and the industrial beat immensely. But when Andreas said the word 'play', James began to masturbate her in earnest. All chance of understanding the lyrics was completely shattered. There was nothing she could do; she was bound and helpless, a slave to his whims. All that she could do was hold on for dear life as her libido was thrown into overdrive. Just as her body was working towards a mind numbing orgasm, James abruptly slowed then stopped completely. Rachel screamed in frustration and nearly broke her restraints so she could throttle her mate to death.

...on these plains there's a burning ruin that must be found...on these plains there's a demon that sleeps, he must be unbound...

Run!

Again James used the lyrics to begin masturbating Rachel to a frothing finish; she was practically at the precipice of her release when James stopped once again. Rachel turned her head and stared death at her mate while he simply looked down at her with an amused grin on his face. He did this twice more during the song until the following refrain:

...so face the dark and I'll teach you about fire in the blink of an eye...

Now drink the cyanide!

...The worlds collide and its filth I hide...

By this time Rachel was literally screaming in her mind at James.

Don't you stop you bastard! Don't you dare fucking stop! I'm so fucking close. Please James, baby, please let me cum. Please! For the love of Luna...please!

When Andreas uttered the word 'collide' James barked an order at Rachel in his mind.

Cum for me my little mate! Show your Alpha how much you need this and release your love all over my hand.

Upon hearing his order Rachel's orgasm seized her body and thrashed her unmercifully. It started in her toes and quickly rose through her legs, where it finally coalesced in her pussy. She erupted like a sun going super nova with such force that her jaw locked and her eyes rolled back as she frantically humped at James's hand. Her love was indeed flooding his hand; her pussy gushing her release around his fingers. Rachel opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out as she mutely howled her ecstasy. Anyone that bothered to look in their direction would immediately understand what was going on. But everyone's attention was on the stage, not the audience. Even the band remained oblivious to the show that was happening directly beneath and in front of them.

Rachel finally slumped back tiredly against her mate as she tried valiantly to recapture her breath. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled lovingly at James. She did not know whether it was the public venue with a chance of getting caught that made her orgasm so intense but whatever the reason, her release had sapped her body of all its strength. The endorphins now flooding through her bloodstream had hit her like a shot of pure heroin.

Finally, after several minutes, Rachel was able to compose herself and regain a semblance of control over her wayward body and looked up at James with a mixture of complete adulation and astonishment. She could never be without this man ever again. Never, even in her most depraved and wicked fantasies, had she thought of having sex in such a public place. She worried that this experience would turn her into a full blown exhibitionist; the feelings were that good and that intense. What he just did to her was beyond comprehension; he simply ignored her pleas and played her body to his heart's content. Each time he paused or stopped Rachel wanted to tear the frilly shackles from her wrists, turn around, and strangle her man with all her strength. But now Rachel wanted to turn around and kiss James but her brain was having difficulty reestablishing communication to the rest of her body. The best she could offer at the moment was to lean drunkenly against James in an orgasm induced stupor.

You wouldn't strangle me, would you baby? I did give you your orgasm, like you asked, after all. Wasn't it worth the wait?

Damn you and those magic fingers of yours! Damn you and damn me for how much I love what you do to me! How can I remain mad at you when I know you can take me to such heights then push me over the precipice into such a raging river of orgasmic delight? I freely admit it, my Alpha; my body is yours to do with what you want. I am your little mate fuck toy now and forever.

James wanted to howl his joy to the rest of the stadium at this new found triumph. Nothing brought him greater pleasure than forcing his mate to submit to him sexually. Making her body bend to his will was a mind blowing power trip and aroused him immensely. Instead he looked down at Rachel with a gloating smile of triumph.

Okay, heel big boy! Don't go getting a big head over this. You may control my body sexually, but don't you ever think I won't drop kick your ass if you piss me off!

James's smile faded slightly into a more contrite grin, but he was still enjoying his victory. He simply looked at his mate with a smoldering glare that would set a forest on fire and whispered, "Yes, Dear."

Rachel shuddered as his gaze relit the pilot light of her desire. Damn! At this rate she would not be able to leave this arena without every single patron seeing and smelling her arousal. She rubbed her thighs together trying to quench her lust, but the wet and squishy noise of her labia rubbing against each other and the harsh denim simply aroused her more. Her pants were quickly becoming drenched and would soon be totally soaked and worthless to their purpose. The only hope she had was to go on the offensive.

Speaking of big heads, what do we have here?

James gasped and looked around hesitantly to ensure that no one could see what was happening. They were surrounded by several fans and arena personnel; it would only take one of them to look over and recognize what was going on to get them in trouble. Rachel had worked her bound hands over to James's zipper and unzipped his fly. She reached into his boxer shorts and fished out his hardened cock. She began to stroke her mate's cock with increasing relish as she listened to the muted gasps he uttered with every stroke. Rachel smiled evilly as she basked in her new found power; she was in the driver seat now.

Payback's a bitch, isn't it baby? Does that feel good what I'm doing? Do you like the feel of my tiny hands massaging and jacking off your gigantic cock? Gods James! Your cock is so big I can barely get my hands around it. I would love to have this beast splitting me open right now. Wouldn't you? I can practically taste all that delicious cum building in your balls right now. I want to drop to my knees and swallow you deep into my throat and blow you until you are depositing a gallon of your thick, tasty, man cum into my needy stomach. Should I do that, huh baby? Should I drop to my knees in front of everyone here like the little cock whore you know that I am and swallow you until I am chocking on your thick cock? Would you like that? Would you enjoy seeing this wanton cum slut drop to her knees and swallow a gallon of your delicious cream in front of every single person here?

James was quickly losing his hold on reality to his lust; his wolf was crying out in need, clawing at his consciousness, demanding he react to his mate. James's emerald eyes were flashing shades of amber as he battled with his inner beast to maintain control and not to rip the clothes from Rachel's body and breed her there and now. His wolf could care less that there were over fifteen thousand witnesses to the act; he would gladly risk it all to feel the velvet embrace of his mate's sheath around his tumescent cock. James closed his eyes and pleaded with his wolf for patience; he was the Alpha and he would not allow his mate to best him when it came to sex. He knew Rachel was purposely pushing him to react; she wanted him to respond passionately, even violently to her blatant sexual overture. She was daring him to take her and use her body for their mutual pleasure, goading him to claim her once more.

Rachel could feel the internal struggle that was raging within her mate's mind. She could feel his wolf trying to force his will on James's human side; wearing him down so that the wolf could claim her body. She listened to his body; she listened to his heart as it beat faster with every stroke of her small hands over his slippery cock. His rod was at full strength, twitching and bobbing with anticipation, leaking copious amounts of precum, aiding her in bringing her mate closer to release. She could feel his body stiffen in anticipation of the orgasm now building in his testicles. James's breath became ragged as he began to thrust his hips, pushing back into Rachel's hands. She slowed her stroking and clamped down, almost painfully, on his rampant erection. He looked down at her in growing desperation. She returned his look with a wicked gleam in her eye.

Getting close were we baby? Do you need to cum badly? Are your balls starting to hurt, filled with all that nasty, delicious cum? But we can't have you cumming like this; where would all that naughty goo go? I can't turn around now and take you down my hot and willing throat, people would notice. People would notice me on my knees taking your thick cock in my hot little mouth and emptying your balls of all that delicious baby batter into my tummy. No matter how much I want to, there is no way to bring you release without people not...

Rachel was interrupted mid thought as James, once again, bit down possessively over her now tender mating mark. She gasped breathlessly as she felt James's canines sink into her tender flesh and growl low in his throat. James took his right hand and savagely ripped the now useless lace thong from her wrists, causing Rachel to yelp in surprise and fear as she looked to the stage to make sure the lead singer was not enjoying a free show at their expense. She knew that she had pushed James just a little too far with her teasing and now her poor pussy was going to pay the price.

No more teasing you little minx. Place your hands on that fucking stage and bend over at the waist. I am going to take my pleasure out of your delectable body right the fuck now. So hurry and get into position before I take my frustration out on your pert little ass in front of fifteen thousand people. Move!

Rachel did not dare to defy James when he was like this. She was quickly learning to judge and anticipate her mate and his body language. Right now he was in full Alpha mode and no amount of pleading or bargaining would dissuade him from this frame of mind until his lust had been fully sated. She timidly placed her hands obediently on the stage just as the crowd erupted into a renewed frenzy. She felt her cheeks blush fiercely at the realization that there was now someone standing directly over her submissive form. She looked up into the face of Peter Steele as he looked wickedly down upon this most unexpected, yet fortuitous turn of events.

************

Peter should have known that a Wolfe could not resist an opportunity to play with his mate, especially the future Alpha of their clan. Despite the chances of getting caught and suffering humiliation, the potential pleasure far outweighed the risk of exposure. Peter had borne witness to this scene before with James's uncle Caleb as he took his mate Giselle over a small stage in a bar in downtown Brooklyn. Type O Negative was just starting out back then and gaining national recognition as they pioneered a new genre of music. It was here that Peter first became acquainted with the elder Wolfe and his mate.

In later years, they often joked privately amongst themselves that it was the most unique, if not bizarre, introduction either could imagine. Just what do you say to a couple that was busily fucking during the middle of your set? Caleb enjoyed ribbing Peter over completely fucking up the opening for the song 'Unsuccessfully Coping with the Natural Beauty of Infidelity'. Peter had just been working up to the first stanza when he looked down to see Caleb and Giselle going at it without a care for their immediate surroundings. Steele reluctantly will admit that the sight threw him for a loop and momentarily destroyed his concentration.

Now for the second time in his long life he played spectator as a Wolfe Alpha took his willing mate in a brazen show of exhibitionism. He grinned wickedly down at Rachel as she was bent lewdly over the stage with her pert rump swinging in the air. Peter, with his own superior hearing, could hear Rachel's muted gasps and moans of pleasure as James slipped his cock through the hole torn in her jeans and deeply into her dripping snatch. He smiled as Rachel's cheeks burned with humiliation as she was bent over the stage like a common whore as James began to thrust in and out of her pussy. Peter could see the warring emotions in Rachel's eyes as she once again looked up to witness his voyeuristic advantage. Her modest human side was waging a losing battle with a baser persona; her burgeoning wolf was now willingly submitting to her dominant mate and Alpha. This bit of information was quickly made moot as the pleasure seized Rachel and she gave up caring about anything except reaching that elusive zenith of sexual release.

Peter looked up to see James looking directly at him with a smug victorious grin across his face. James quickly mouthed the words 'Love You to Death' to Peter. Immediately Peter understood and leaned over to Joshua Silver to whisper conspiratorially in his ear while motioning with his eyes to the coitus that was now covertly in progress. Josh risked a cursory glance to the front of the stage and grinned knowingly. He quickly passed the word on to Kenny and John who immediately broke into the opening melody of one of their most popular hits: 'Love You to Death'. The crowd erupted into a frenzy of screams and applause.

Peter walked confidently up to the stage and in a loud, clear voice announced, "I would like to dedicate this first song tonight to a young friend of mine and his new bride. They are celebrating their honeymoon tonight. May they have many years of happiness and many delightful children together."

Peter then looked down directly at Rachel and James and spoke, almost laughing, "I'm sure they are getting plenty of practice tonight as we speak, am I right Seattle?"

The crowd erupted in cheers, cat calls, and laughter as no one was lost to the real meaning of his words. James and Rachel blushed furiously but refused to slow their cadence as they worked together to alleviate the pressure now building in their loins. They were both too far gone to give a rat's ass about consequences at this point; giving and receiving pleasure was all they cared about. But luckily no one could see the conjoined couple through their furious sexual congress. Everyone was too enthralled with the band to notice the young woman bent over the stage bouncing furiously against the thrusting hips of the large man behind her. Everyone in the arena had eyes on the stage, except for one person with blonde hair and ice blue eyes.

************

Jessica Hamilton was in a foul, foul mood. She had been irritated and upset when her father ordered her to accompany Robert to this god-awful concert. Her mood had further darkened when Robert had refused to acquiesce to her desires; in fact, he was quite adamant, hell, down-right stubborn, that he attend this damn concert tonight. No one had ever told her 'No' before. Everyone from her parents to her giggling flock of useful female underlings to the never ending parade of immature, testosterone driven boy toys hoping to gain access to her feminine treasures had always been eager to please her. Being told 'No' was new to her and she was quite put out at the thought of it. She was Jessica fucking Hamilton, no one said 'No' to her...ever. To have this holier-than-thou porch monkey announce in no uncertain terms that they were attending the concert tonight was particularly painful to her already bruised ego. She found solace in blaming others for all of her misfortunes. Robert was a close and convenient target for the time being, but he was only a temporary reprieve. The true source of her ire and temper was aimed squarely at her mother and father.

Ever since Jessica was fifteen her father had used her as a convenient bargaining tool to help vet his corporate officers. Augustus Hamilton (or Himmelsohn, meaning son of Heaven, in its original German) was a shrewd calculating man and he viewed everything in life as a business deal. Born of German parents and their industrial dynasty he emigrated with his young Swedish bride Anna Köpman (she a daughter of a textile manufacturer in Halmstad) to America in the early 1970's after graduating from Berlin University with a degree in mechanical engineering. Augustus continued to lay the foundation that would eventually support his empire when he enrolled at Yale University to pursue an MBA. His strict German upbringing had taught him several things, but most importantly: if he were to run an industrial empire, he better know how to keep it. Anna also enrolled to pursue a degree in Business Administration.

Anna was as beautiful and cold as her Nordic ancestry suggested. Anna figured a complimentary degree was the best way to ensure her husband's fidelity. If she worked and traveled with Augustus as his executive secretary, there would be little chance for him to stray. There was nothing to support that he would ever stray from her, it was just a calculated risk to maximize her investment. Because this is what their marriage was; it was an investment. There was little love between them, it was more a matter of compatible breeding; he was handsome and she beautiful and it was a smart match. But their whole existence together was a business venture; it was a venture between two families to further align compatible industries for mutual growth. It was and would forever remain about business: first, second, and always business; everything else was a superfluous distraction.

After completing their four years of education, the HimmelSohn's, now changed to Hamilton after a frank discussion with his business advisor about being more American like, packed up their New Haven luxury and moved out west. They settled in an exclusive neighborhood in Kingsgate, Washington. Augustus and Anna wasted little time in establishing themselves in the industrial and social circles with some of Seattle's most influential firms. Augustus soon distinguished himself as a shrewd and calculating businessman.

He used his family's business contacts and funding to create an industrial enterprise that would soon modernize and revolutionize the textile world. Despite Augustus's cold nature and overbearing pomposity towards others, he was actually a very smart and innovative mechanical engineer. With the help from his wife's family and their contacts he soon created an automatic mechanized loom that sent the textile and clothing industry into a frenzied pace of hyper modernization. No longer would workmen have to spend precious time cleaning and spooling new thread bobbins; a new computer controlled robot (a luxurious novelty at the time) would automatically refill, align, and thread new bobbins on state of the art looms. The new looms would become the crown jewel in Hamilton's empire. These new wonders of automation were far and away the fastest and most efficient machines of their time. Introduction of these mechanical leviathans quickly rendered every other industrial loom obsolete.

Augustus used every dirty trick in the business book with his own patented brand of entrepreneurial bullying to bring about standardization within the textile universe. During his years at Yale, Augustus had befriended many young men who were up and coming stars in the political universe; many of these men had drifted into lucrative contracts as lobbyists for private industry. Augustus leaned heavily on these young lobbyists and their connections to pass new legislation that would benefit his company and his newly created patent. Companies were soon required to modernize their equipment and work standards to comply with a very stringent set of guidelines. Of course most of these new guidelines ensured Augustus's company was at the very forefront of modernization and quickly monopolized new equipment orders to textile factories and clothing firms throughout the world. Within a few short years, Augustus Hamilton's personal wealth had grown to exorbitant amounts and had solidified his companies standing amongst the leaders in clothing and fashion. For comparison purposes think of Bill Gates and Microsoft in the mid 1990's and you can understand the scope of his new empire.




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In the mid 1980's Augustus Hamilton was among the first to discover the economic advantages of outsourcing his work to the third world. Labor costs and the ever growing threat of the Unions were enough to quickly open negotiations with textile firms in China, Vietnam, and India. Augustus opened up several large manufacturing and production factories in the port cities of Hong Kong in China, Hai Phong and Nha Trang in Vietnam, and Channai and Mumbai in India. By 1994, 83% of Hamilton Industries labor was overseas. By doing this Augustus was able to lower his operating costs by nearly 56%; his stock and that of his shareholders grew by 128% in just a few short years. However, the amount of American workers displaced due to foreign competition was in the tens of thousands. Augustus, of course, never considered his workers or their plight; it was, after all, just business. It was and would forever remain about business: first, second, and always business; everything else was a superfluous distraction.

A few years later with his empire now firmly entrenched and his wealth compounding at an alarming rate, Augustus decided it was high time for he and Anna to sire an heir to his industrial empire. Augustus needed a son to continue his legacy and help ensure Hamilton Industries strong presence for many years to come. Anna was less than thrilled to have a baby; she was worried a child would ruin her movie star good looks and figure. Besides she was far too busy lording over the various social circles and prestigious charity events they often attended to be worried with something as trivial as a child. But with assurances from Augustus and a promise of a personal trainer and nutritionist to help limit the effects of child birth, Anna reluctantly agreed. So an addendum was added to their long standing business arrangement and Anna conceded her will to Augustus and opened her thighs to his advances. A short while later Anna conceived and nine months later on April 22nd, 1988 baby Jessica was born.

Augustus was down trodden with the birth of his daughter. The son he had so fervently wanted and worked so hard to achieve with his less than willing wife was cruelly denied him. His dreams of a son eventually taking over his companies were shattered. With his strict German upbringing and overly sexist view of the world Augustus never even considered Jessica as his successor remotely possible. The only worth she now held was as a desirable wife to an affluent family. It appeared the name of Hamilton (or more appropriately Himmelsohn) would die with him. Perhaps he would gain some small solace in seeing a grandson eventually taking over the firm through careful manipulation of his daughter's marriage.

Jessica's birth was extremely difficult and a physical trial for Anna and her body. After the ordeal, Anna was adamant that she would never allow Augustus to impregnate her again; no amount of reassurance or bribe for a son was enough to dissuade her from the decision. She scheduled a hysterectomy with a surgeon at the earliest convenience. At the time Anna could care less how many bastard children her husband might sire with other women, she refused to go through that amount of pain and agony ever again. An heir to his empire be damned!

From the moment little Jessica was pushed from the warm embrace of her mother's womb into her mother's frigid arms, Jessica Hamilton was the bane of Anna's existence. Jessica was no longer an innocent child; she was an insurmountable hurdle to Anna's happiness. She even refused to suckle the newborn in fear that the child would ruin her starlet rack through breastfeeding. Jessica was saved from starvation only through the kind and loving manner of the attending nurse; she quickly took the infant from the careless mother and nursed the baby through a bottle. The whole time cursing the Gods how such a sweet and innocent child could claim this heartless woman as her mother. Only the Fates knew how such a child would fare in the care of two heartless and unfeeling parents. When the Hamilton's left the hospital with the newborn, the nurse actually wept for the small child and prayed fervently that this child would someday find happiness; because it most certainly would not come at the hands of her parents. The nurse who wept so openly for the infant girl was named Camille Wolfe.

The Hamilton's new palatial home in Kingsgate, built through family money, would serve as Jessica's gilded cage for the next seventeen and one-half years. Her wardens would be two callous and unfeeling parents who substituted gifts in place of true love and affection. After all, doesn't money equal love? To both her parents this was a logical assumption. There was no love between the parents. Only the relief of temporal sustenance quenched the overbearing thirst for love and affection. Money and power were true happiness in their eyes. The first thing the parents did when they set foot in their palace was to hire a cadre of nannies and servants to attend to this child. They would both be damned before either one would actually change a diaper or sing a lullaby to lull their tiny daughter to sleep.

Jessica Hamilton had been reduced from a loving daughter to just another asset to be used and manipulated when needed. She was an amusing new trinket to be brought out during special occasions to thrill their guests and to be stored carefully away until the next event. Both parents quietly regretted having Jessica; Augustus regretted the loss of a male heir and Anna regretted a daughter who would quickly become a rival to her beauty. Too bad they couldn't trade her in for something much more useful. Alas, they were now stuck with the child for better or for worse. After all, there was no factory recall on the human soul, was there?

It was within this environment that young Jessica had been raised. A cold yet opulent world filled with lavish toys and an army of servants that bowed to her every childish whim. Jessica quickly adapted to the growing void that was in her heart. But no matter how much she fed her aching soul with sorbate trinkets, it remained stubbornly empty. And so Jessica's heart and personality came to reflect her reality: cold, callous, and uncaring towards others. She adopted her parent's views of others, treating them simply as useful assets to further her personal objectives. She treated everyone with suspicion and disdain daring anyone to get close to her; daring anyone to help fill the void that slowly ate away at her heart. It would take a man of supernatural patience and love to repair the damaged goods that were Jessica Hamilton's heart and personality.

So here she sat brooding in her callous demeanor, hating the upset that this black brute had caused to her perfect life. Even the seats he had purchased were pathetically rural; if they were any further from the stage they would be outside the arena. Unfortunately the distance from the stage did nothing to lessen the deafening noise emanating from the stage. Despite the headphones and her iPod's desperate attempts to drown out the world around her, a constant barrage of electric noise assaulted her delicate ears with every beat. The superior acoustics of the arena that once brought her great joy at other concerts were quickly wearing on her last nerve. The constant cheering and screams of the crowd were only adding insult to injury.

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The arenas at SPARC were round in construction allowing for more seats and better spacing. Archer and Wolfe engineers spent a lot of time researching and developing optimal acoustic characteristics for the space allowed. They created precise calculations using Oscar Bonello's model density formulas and reverberation time algorithms to construct the most acoustic friendly structure for the space allowed. They used space age technology and high end sound dampening to minimize resonation where it was not wanted and to maximize where it was. The result was one of the most modern and highly rated arenas in the country.

When the Silver Peaks Arena and Recreational Center first opened the marketing firm at Hunter Realty shot several commercials demonstrating to the world the superior acoustic qualities of their arena. The most famous of these commercials illustrated, when the arena was perfectly quiet, that a pin falling on a riding crash cymbal could be heard from the back of the arena without the assistance of a microphone. The commercial quickly found its way on the Internet and became an instant viral success. When YouTube was founded in February of 2005 the series of commercials illustrating SPARC's superior acoustic abilities were some of the first videos to reach one million hits.

But all of the technological and professional popularity were irrelevant to Jessica Hamilton. The only thing going through her head was how best to drown out the constant stream of auditory graffiti without permanently damaging her hearing. The fact that young Robert Buchanan was blissfully ignorant of her discomfort only helped to darken her mood until it was a blackened chunk of Anthracite deep in the pit of her stomach. She hated this concert! She hated this 'coon for bringing her here! But most of all, she loathed her parents for putting her in these situations. If her father thought she would remain a pawn in his business dealings, he was sorely mistaken. She refused to be married away so that his 'empire' would remain in family hands. She did not give a flying fuck about her father and his precious company. If she did marry she would marry for her own god damn reasons, not her father's.

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Because of the distance to the stage, Robert had borrowed his father's pair of Steiner 12 x 52 Nighthunter XP binoculars. These binoculars not only allowed him to see what was happening on the stage with stunning clarity, they automatically compensated for the low light levels. His father Abraham had lent Robert his favorite hunting glasses on pain of death if they did not come back with him in show room condition. Robert was floored while feeling immensely proud his father would even consider letting his $2000 binoculars out of the home, let alone into his possession at a concert. It would not speak well of him if he did not honor his father's trust in him. Now only if he could survive the night with this maniacal bitch; a succubus, in Robert's opinion, which was spawned in the ninth circle of Hell and unleashed upon the world to torment and wreak havoc upon an unwilling populace.

For the first time Jessica noticed the binoculars held together in the custom harness around Robert's shoulders. Without thinking Jessica reached for the binoculars without caring they were still attached to Robert's body. Robert was rudely interrupted from enjoying the concert by this prissy daddy's girl trying to rip his father's glasses from his body.

"What the fuck are you doing you crazy bitch?" Robert said as he whirled upon his reluctant date. One could always tell when Robert was angry; he was not one to use profanity lightly.

"I want to use the binoculars. I'm bored out of my fucking skull right now. If I'm going to be stuck with your black ass for the next couple of hours, I want something to take my mind off this god awful concert. My iPod is not working to drown out this shit. I want to do some people watching; it will amuse me. Watching a bunch of drunken, drugged-up head bangers smash their heads against each other will be the highlight to this otherwise dismal evening. Just give me the fucking glasses before I tell my father what a horrendous date you were. I'm sure that will shine poorly on your father's chances for promotion," Jessica threatened.

Robert blanched at her threat. This caustic bitch was actually threatening to sabotage his father's chances of advancement if he did not give in. Gods help the poor man that married this frigid basket case. She would have his balls displayed in a little glass jar full of Formaldehyde on the fireplace mantle before he could say 'I Do'. A little memento of happier days; something the poor bastard could look upon fondly and think of better times before the bitch removed his manhood and used it as a decorative conversation piece:

"What are those? Those are my husband's balls. He wasn't using them and he has no need of them, now that he is married to me. I found a better use for them and they certainly add something to the room don't you think?"

Robert imagined Jessica proudly displaying her husband's balls like a trophy to impress her useless friends. The thought of being that man sent a cold shiver up his spine and sent a thick wave of nausea coursing through his stomach. Robert felt like he was going to throw up.

A guy would probably get frost bite from even attempting to stick his dick in her Arctic hell hole. He imagined some poor unsuspecting sap sticking his dick into her pussy, expecting a warm reception; instead her pussy would be like a cauldron of pure liquid Nitrogen. Pull the guy's dick out and you could shatter it with a ballpeen hammer; the shards of his manhood falling to the floor like a busted Christmas ornament. Robert closed his eyes and shook his head to rid him of such horrendous imagery. He whispered a silent prayer to every god and deity to end his misery, 'Gods just strike him down now so he wouldn't have to deal with this perpetual PMS machine anymore'.

Robert opened his eyes, praying that it was all a bad dream and he would wake soon. Seeing that no such miracle was forthcoming he sighed heavily, unclipping the harness around his shoulders and handing the rig to Jessica. "Fine, fine. But just remember. You break them and your ass is grass. I am not going to feel my dad's belt across my ass because of you," Robert threatened in kind.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't worry Honky. I won't hurt your daddy's precious glasses. Just chill the fuck out and watch the rest of your stupid concert," Jessica snapped.

Robert just rolled his eyes and shook his head in frustration. Despite her upbringing and wealth, Jessica Hamilton had no class. She was a spoiled, self-centered, immature child. Gods only knows how she will survive in this world. Probably the only way she will make it in life is on her back. From all the rumors at school, it sounded like Jessica Hamilton was getting a head start on things. Robert couldn't find it in him to hate Jessica; he could only pity her. And to Robert Buchanan, pitying someone like Jessica Hamilton was the saddest thing of all.

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Jessica was enjoying the glasses immensely. No wonder Robert was afraid to lose these glasses; his father had indeed invested a lot of money into these binoculars. The low light feature cast everything in an eerie green glow. Watching people unawares did amuse Jessica. She felt so deliciously naughty in her voyeuristic endeavor to catch people when they were most vulnerable. It made her feel Godlike (even more than her already bloated ego allotted) to watch the human drama unfold around her while the subjects of her little soap opera blissfully went about their lives. The only problem with the binoculars was the stage lighting. Every time she turned her attention to the crowd in front of the stage, one of the 65,000 lumens lamps would flash across her field of vision and disrupt the NVG capability. It was quickly becoming a major annoyance and only helped to worsen the headache now forming in her frontal lobe.

So she diverted her attention elsewhere and let the boiling masses of idiotic metal fans soothe her damaged ego. Jessica focused her attention on one of the lower levels center stage. She caught two young men arguing furiously at one another, each pointing to a woman desperately trying to keep them apart from one another. Jessica quickly surmised that the woman in question was a girlfriend to one of the boys and she was covertly carrying on an affair with the other one. Not so covert anymore, it appeared, seeing how vehemently the argument was now raging between them. The poor girl was stuck helplessly in the middle as a crippled mediator. Serves the cheating bitch right for not keeping her liaisons more discreet! You should never cheat on a boyfriend with a best friend; a lesson she had learned firsthand. The chances of being caught are infinitely against you when you are in mixed company. A loose lip and a few unguarded words were enough to sink the sturdiest of relationships.

Just as Jessica was becoming bored with the altercation, the two men quickly took their verbal brawl to the next level. One of the boys pushed the girl forward, causing her to fall into the occupied seats in front of them. This created an open field between the two combatants and they quickly escalated to throwing punches at one another. This was more like it! Jessica never tired of physical confrontation. Boys! Despite millions of years of evolution there was still a small ember of primal Neanderthal burning inside them. Given the right circumstances and an opportunity, two civilized young men will become savage, grunting brutes fighting over the right to breed a single female. Jessica could care less what the fight was really about, physical altercation was always highly entertaining. She watched in devilish glee as the two (former) friends went the rounds exchanging blows and slinging insults.

One of the two males ducked allowing a right cross to miss its intended target and come careening into the jaw of an innocent female bystander in the row directly behind them. The punch must have been carrying considerable momentum because the next thing Jessica saw was a gargantuan male that easily measured well over six feet and must have weighed in the range of 300 pounds stand to tower over the fighters. Jessica could almost feel the rage boiling from the brute's face as he stood to destroy the ill-fated man who damaged his woman. The boorish leviathan picked up the offending party like a rag doll and quickly dispatched the cowering miscreant with a left upper cut. The boy flew downward to land, ironically, upon the very girl he pushed to begin the fight. The boy (or is it boyfriend) landed on the poor girl with the entirety of his weight causing both to fall further onto other spectators. By this time the immediate area was awash with screams and people trying to free each other from the combat zone.

Jessica was laughing in maniacal glee. This was better than day time television. Who would have thought a heavy metal concert would be such fun? Not for the music of course, but the dramatic brutality was delicious. Maybe there was something to all this testosterone driven madness. Damn! She wished she had remembered her cell phone. The video capability would have captured a moment worthy of YouTube. Oh well, maybe next time. Who was she kidding?!? There would never be a next time. Jessica sighed in resignation as security was brought in to bring order to the mass of limbs and chaos. She moved her attention elsewhere to things that would provide entertainment.

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Damn these binoculars! How do you turn of the blasted night vision? Jessica was trying to focus on something that caught her eye near the front of the stage. Her mind registered recognition but with the damn lights flaring every time she tried to focus, she was unable to confirm her suspicion. She turned haughtily to Robert in a huff of exasperation.

"How do you turn of the damn night vision? Every time I try to focus on the stage, the lights cause the binoculars to flare. I can't see a damn thing!" Jessica huffed like a petulant child.

"What do you care? I thought you hated this music. Why should anything on stage interest you?" Robert rebuked trying to enjoy the last song from Deathstars before Type O took to the stage. The annoying din of this whining female was making it difficult.




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"Just show me how to turn the damn feature off will yeah? Then I'll gladly leave you alone to bash your brain cells into oblivion," she growled.

"Fine, fine! There is a switch on the top of the binoculars just behind the left monocle. That switches the low light feature on and off. Do you see it?" Robert asked with increasing annoyance. Gods how he would be grateful to be free of this bitch!

"Yeah, yeah. I got it. I'm not an idiot. I just didn't know where the switch was," Jessica retorted.

Robert had to bite down on his tongue to keep from laughing in her face. A whole counter argument to her statement flashed into his mind. How easy it would be to unload on this prissy, stuck up bitch of a daddy's girl. The only thing that stopped him was his father. He would not risk his father's advancement because he could not keep his head. Let the bitch think what she wants. Only about another two hours and Jessica Hamilton would be out of his car and out of his life. Gods! Robert prayed he could last that long. His Dad would owe him big time. Promotion or no promotion, this was sheer torture. This was supposed to be an evening he would enjoy.

Jessica sighed in contentment as she found the switch that operated the NVG function and turned it off. Now she could focus on what caught her attention in the first place. She placed the glasses on the spot directly in front of the lead singer and focused the lenses while increasing the magnification. What she saw nearly caused her to drop the glasses. Only the shoulder harness saved the binoculars from becoming an expensive mess on the stadium floor.

Jessica watched as Rachel Merchant stood writhing in the arms of that delicious tree trunk of a man; even from this distance, it was obvious Rachel was coming down from a massive orgasm. Jessica sat in shocked disbelief. Never in a million years would she have guessed that little Rachel would be so brazen to have sex in public. Just the thought of those massive fingers filling Rachel's dripping quim caused Jessica's body to betray her as she felt her pussy begin to moisten in anticipation. Before now she was cursing her position in the arena; now it was a blessing. She had an uninterrupted view of the two lovers as they played with one another. She could even see between the two to see what exactly was going on.

She watched as James took three fingers from a hole in Rachel's pants (how had he managed that feat) and suck on them greedily, cleaning them of Rachel's cum. He dipped his fingers once more into Rachel's heat and removed them, offering them to Rachel. Surely she wouldn't lick her juices off his fingers? That was just disgusting. She wasn't that perverted, was she? The view from Jessica's seat was spectacular. She could practically see the sticky, moistened finger's being offered to Rachel's waiting mouth. Jessica could almost taste it as she watched Rachel greedily sucked her own spending off of her lover's fingers. Rachel continued to suck on James's fingers like a not so little cock. She hollowed her cheeks allowing the suction to drive his fingers further back into her mouth. Jessica imagined Rachel twirling her tongue around James's fingers as she lovingly cleansed them of her cum. The entire view was extremely erotic and Jessica was surprised to see her fingers creeping down to her own pussy. Dear Gods! She was turned on! This sick, perverted display was actually turning her on.

Jessica continued to watch in salacious anticipation. Her eyes nearly came out of her head as she witnessed Rachel unzip James's pants and extricate the largest cock Jessica had ever seen. It was absolutely massive. And that was saying a lot from a distance. There was no way that giant appendage could fit in little Rachel. Jessica felt a flash of white hot jealously course through her veins. That should be her down there with that giant prick in her hands. It should be her preparing to receive that gigantic cock into her dripping quim. It was only right that it belonged to her. Wasn't she the most beautiful, most eligible girl at CHHS? Why did this repugnant gutter muffin get to lay claim to something that rightfully belonged to her? Something was terribly, terribly wrong with this whole situation. And she would find out just what the hell was going on. No one should have something Jessica Hamilton desired. Because she couldn't put her finger immediately on the problem caused Jessica to burn with even greater resolve; she would get to the bottom of Rachel and James if it was the last thing she did.

But in the interim, she would enjoy the show. Despite her raging hormones and insane jealously, this was the hottest fucking thing Jessica had ever seen. The fact that it was in a public venue in front of thousands of unsuspecting fans made it all the more deliciously naughty. And she was the only one watching in delightful secrecy. Gods how she wanted to masturbate! This was better than any porn in her father's collection. Well, she was sitting down. Maybe if she placed her coat over her and slipped her fingers inside her pants she could get a little relief from the building inferno that was threatening to burn her to ash.

Jessica surreptitiously moved her coat slowly from where it lay behind her seat. She placed it in her lap, careful to conceal her pants from anyone who cared to look. She unsnapped the button to her designer jeans and pushed two fingers into her thong panties. As she suspected, she was absolutely dripping. Her finger slipped easily past her labia into her pussy. Jessica closed her eyes and shuddered as she allowed the sensation to wash over her. She quickly lifted her head and refocused her attention on the two lovers; she didn't want to lose track of them. However, she did leave her left hand firmly between her thighs, diddling her clit as she watched the action below unfold. With each pinch of her erect clitoris, tiny fireworks went off in her head driving her ever closer to a shattering release.

Jessica looked just in time to see James rip something from Rachel's wrists and bring it to his nose. It was her panties! Rachel had allowed her lover to bind her wrists with her own panties and now the pervert was sniffing them like a bouquet of fresh roses. Thousands of images flashed through her mind where she was the willing victim to her dominant lover; bound and helpless to the perverted whims of her faceless lover. A small orgasm ripped through her as she diddled her clit to her fantasy. She shook her head; she was NOT like that. She would never willingly submit to a man. She was always the dominant person in the relationship. But what a man to submit to, everything James was doing to Rachel stoke Jessica's desire until it was a burning inferno. She watched as James bit down on Rachel's neck and pushed her down to the stage until she gripped the edge tightly in her small hands.

Suddenly the arena was in an uproar as the main headliner took to the stage. Jessica was oddly amused to see striking similarities between the lead singer and James Wolfe. Were they related? What was more surprising was that the lead singer...oh what was his name...Jessica had heard something that Robert said on the ride over here as he prattled on about his favorite band...Peter...Peter something. Whoever the fuck he was he was now looking down at Rachel and James with a huge grin on his face. Jessica focused on Rachel's face and even from this distance she could see the shame and embarrassment on the girl's face. Suits her right for acting like such a slut in a public place! Then she watched as the singer's attention turned to James and they shared a momentary smile of victory. Was this whole thing some sick publicity stunt or planned in some way? But the biggest shock for the evening was still to come.

Peter walked confidently up to the microphone and in a loud, clear voice announced, "I would like to dedicate this first song tonight to a young friend of mine and his new bride. They are celebrating their honeymoon tonight. May they have many years of happiness and many delightful children together."

Peter then looked down directly at Rachel and James and spoke, almost laughing, "I'm sure they are getting plenty of practice tonight as we speak, am I right Seattle?"

Jessica had watched the whole exchange between Peter, James, and Rachel. There was no doubt in her mind that the singer was referring to them. Jessica about fainted when she heard that bit of news. Married? James and Rachel, married?!? After one fucking weekend?!? No way! No fucking way in Heaven or Hell would the Gods allow those two to marry! This was some sort of sick practical joke, it fucking had to be. James was supposed to be her new plaything; not that little tart's husband. Had she slipped into the twilight zone or some shit? This was too fucking weird. They weren't living in Utah or another of those flakey states. People didn't just up and marry strangers like this. How could those two meet last week, become boyfriend and girlfriend, then be married by the weekend? Something extremely fishy was going on and she was more determined than ever to find out just what the fuck was going on.

Any thought of masturbating after that piece of devastating news was impossible. Her libido had been irreversibly destroyed for the night. Jessica unhooked the shoulder harness and quietly handed it back to Robbie without a single word or snide remark. Robert looked at her weirdly for a moment but decidedly shook his shoulders in indifference and went back to enjoying the concert for the rest of the evening. Jessica was lost in her thoughts for the remainder of the concert. She shut off her senses to the outside world and retreated into her own mind. Just what the fuck was going on? No one and I mean NO ONE gets married that soon. Most definitely two high school students who barely met one another last week did not marry in this way. Jessica knew, for her own sanity, she would have to do some serious digging to find out what the truth really was.

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Back on center stage, Peter Steele began a song that was far older than anyone would ever realize. The music had changed somewhat over the centuries to reflect modern tastes but the hauntingly beautiful lyrics were almost the same when he first sang them to his beloved Katarina, all those many centuries ago. This song was closest to his heart and bespoke of a love that was deeper than blood, marrow, and bone. This was a song that spoke of a love that was soul deep:

In her place one hundred candles burning.

As salty sweat drips from her breast.

Her hips move, and I can feel what they're saying, swaying.

They say the beast inside me's gonna get ya, get ya, yeah....

On the stage floor James and Rachel moved as one body. The music washed over them adding a soundtrack to their silent love making. Rachel gripped the stage tightly as she thrust her hips to meet every lung of James's cock. She focused on squeezing her vaginal muscles in time with James's thrusts. This caused both to gasp and moan in coupled ecstasy. Their mutual pleasures multiplying a hundred fold with every passing minute. Rachel was the first over the precipice as her body surrendered to an Earth shattering orgasm. She gritted her teeth tightly trying mightily to stifle the moan that threatened to give them away.

Thinking quickly, she turned her torso around mid-thrust and grabbed the panties out of James's left hand as he held her buttocks to maximize his thrusting. Rachel stuffed the panties in her mouth as far as she dared and screamed mightily into the makeshift gag. The erotic imagery of his mate screaming into her own soiled panties as a means to stifle her orgasm was too much for James. He gave one more mighty thrust and emptied the copious contents of his balls deep into Rachel's womb. They both looked around warily, trying to catch their breath, expecting there to be many eyes upon them staring with stunned and disbelieving looks; surprisingly, there was not a single pair of eyes pointed their way (that they knew about). Everyone was eagerly looking towards the stage as Peter was singing the last two stanzas of 'Love You to Death':

Am I good enough for you? Am I good enough for you? Am I? For you?

Am I? For you? Am I good enough For you?

As the crowd erupted into appreciative cheers and shouts, James and Rachel worked to steady their breathing and to compose themselves. Anyone who cared to look at them would see that freshly fucked look all over their faces. James slipped out of Rachel and quickly placed his soiled cock back inside his jeans, ignoring the squishing sounds his cock made as he exited Rachel's moistened hole. As soon as James removed his cock from Rachel's pussy a veritable river of combined fluid began to flow out of her battered pussy and pool around the crotch of her torn pants; she could feel the pool increase and then begin to drip out of the hole that James created to gain access to her womanly treasures. It began to drip down the inseam of her jeans creating an increasingly large stain; what didn't cling to her pants was pooling beneath her on the stadium floor.

James! I'm leaking like a broken spigot here! If I don't get to a bathroom soon all of you will be on the floor and down the front of my pants. It feels like a gallon of your cum is dripping down my legs and out of the hole you made. This is your problem so you need to fix it. Get me to a bathroom now!

James immediately began penguin walking her through the massive crowd towards one of the security gates, shielding her exposed privates to the rest of the crowd. After showing the security guard their passes and briefly explaining the need to exit the stadium before the end of the concert, the guard graciously moved aside the barricade and allowed the young couple to reach the stairs that lead to the main thoroughfare and the public restrooms. Wanting to waste little time awkwardly walking behind his mate, James decided to expedite their departure and picked up Rachel and cradled her firmly in his arms. James placed his hand over the hole in Rachel's pants to save her from embarrassment and to act as a temporary catch basin for the still considerable cum dripping out of her pussy. He started up the stairs, bounding towards the tunnel two steps at a time.

Despite his best efforts at concealing his mate's predicament by running up the stairs to the main concourse, there was still a long trail of cum leading up the stairs toward the main lobby. James thanked his lucky stars as everyone remained oblivious to their departure and the large trail of 'bread crumbs' that were left pooling in their wake. But everyone was not oblivious; a girl with blonde hair and ice blue eyes was more than aware of their exodus and rushed to follow them.

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After moping in self-pity for a few moments, Jessica snapped out of it with new resolve. She had not forgotten what she had seen and the obvious declaration of matrimony between James and Rachel. She had remained vigilant in keeping her eyes on the spot where she knew the happy couple stood. Once again she ripped the binoculars from Robert's neck without explanation or apology, nearly strangling the poor guy as he desperately hurried to unclip the binoculars from the rig attached to his shoulders. Jessica had seen movement towards the security barricade that was far different than the usual 'mosh pits' that seemed to propagate like a viral infection throughout the stadium. She had never understood the propensity to gather in large groups and ram one another in time with this obscene 'music' blaring from the stage. These 'metal heads' were a strange bunch of lunatics; the whole lot should be admitted to Harborview for a psychiatric evaluation.

Jessica quickly magnified the binoculars as she zeroed in on her quarry. She was delighted to notice it was indeed James and Rachel making their way slowly through the boisterous crowd. She couldn't understand their strange gait until they made it to the security gate; it finally hit her that James was shielding Rachel from the crowd and trying to hide the evidence of their sexual activities. It was clever and perversely sweet. But she wasn't fooled; she was going to confront that little slut and, if necessary, beat the information from her whorish body until she was satisfied. This situation was the strangest shit she had ever heard or seen. This just didn't happen in the real world; it must be some kind of cruel joke that was created for their perverse amusement. Well, she wasn't laughing! Jessica would find out the truth if it was the last thing she ever did; no one made a fool of Jessica Hamilton. The moment that Jessica realized they were heading up the stairs that lead to her exit, she sprang into action.

"Where the hell are you going?" Robert asked heatedly as Jessica stomped all over his feet as she moved to extricate herself from the row of brain dead cretins blocking her hasty exit.

"I got to pee dipshit! You want me to piss all over myself and you?" Jessica asked with a snarl.

"Eww! No! Get the hell of out her and go pee. Just be back here when the concert ends. I am not waiting all night for your crazy ass and I sure as hell am not going to come looking for you!" Robert growled.

"Whatever! Now let me pass you fucking porch monkey!" Jessica snapped.

Robert was rendered speechless as his brain registered the racial slur that this certifiably insane Barbie doll spewed out at him. That no good, uncouth, slut for brains, crazy ass bitch! Promotion or not, he was going to lay into her the moment she got back. No one spoke to him in that manner, especially not a spoiled daddy's girl that had more money than brains!

Jessica did not wait for a response to her social barb; she was on a hunt and she had spotted her prey as they dashed towards the exit. James and Rachel didn't even give her credence as they rushed through the portal. Upon reaching the stairs however, Jessica nearly fell on her ass as she took a step to follow them. The only thing that saved her from breaking her neck was quick reflexes that gripped the center railing tightly. What the fuck was all over the god damn floor? Jessica looked down in fascinated disgust to discover a large puddle of cum directly beneath her. Jessica knew it was cum because she had become intimately familiar with the viscous male liquid over the last couple of years. Jessica looked back towards the bottom of stairs to see similar puddles in equidistant intervals all the way down the stairs. Jesus that guy must come in buckets for Rachel to be dripping this much! No wonder they were heading to the bathroom, she must be drenched in his essence. It was official now; she HAD to get her hands on that guy's dick. There was no question about it.

Not wanting to waste any more time and take the chance in losing them, Jessica hurried to give chase. When she got through the exit, she cursed when she did not see them; there were bathrooms in either direction of the exit and she was unsure of which direction they headed for. Taking a chance she headed to the right towards the concession area and souvenir kiosks. Jessica headed towards the nearest rest room in hope that Rachel was inside. Just as she rounded a corner she spotted them near a kiosk selling bandanas. What the fuck does she want a bandana for? Jessica smiled wickedly as the answer came to her: Rachel was going to use a bandana as temporary panties to cover the hole in her jeans. Oh this was too good. She was going to enjoy embarrassing this little slut. If she didn't want to risk becoming a social pariah at school, she would have to part with James. Husband, boyfriend, or whatever, Jessica was going to make his gorgeous ass hers. Blackmail was a personal favorite of hers; it was so wickedly efficient when one thought about it. It maximized results while minimizing risk of exposure or retribution. Physical altercations were never Jessica Hamilton's style; she always preferred the devious to the direct.




Guardian Wolf Ch. 07



Here is chapter seven. I hope this will satisfy those who have been patiently waiting. This is the longest installment so far...it came to almost seventy-five pages in MS Word. I was surprised at how easy it was to write this particular chapter; it certainly cuts way down on the time between postings. I guess when dealing with the darker side of fiction, my mind runs full throttle. On this note, this chapter is darker than the previous chapter; not as dark as chapter four, but still kind of gray in certain areas. This chapter revolves primarily around Jessica Hamilton. I introduce a lot of in-depth character analysis to help explain just how horrid her parents actually are (as if you didn't suspect already). You will really, really hate Augustus and Anna Hamilton by the end of this chapter. Don't worry...their time will come. 

But this chapter also marks a new beginning for Jessica. She and Marcus do meet in this chapter and begin a tentative relationship. This chapter is a real emotional eye opener for Jessica and she is forced to reevaluate her place in life to this point. James and Rachel work to mend bridges and forge an actual friendship with Jessica. Something that is totally new and frightening for Jessica; true friendship is foreign to her. But with the help of some unlikely people, Jessica opens up a little and begins to fill in that gaping hole her parent's neglect left in her heart. This is the point in her life that will eventually lead her to her destiny.

This being said, there is still a lot of James and Rachel. The first few of pages are filled with stroke material and hot sex between the horny teenagers. It wouldn't be erotic fiction if I didn't include at least a little gratuitous sexual congress. But I decided to devote this chapter to Jessica. Chapter eight will deal primarily with James and Rachel preparing for the cabin and Rachel's promised disciplinary punishment for her less than stellar performance with Jessica at the concert. I think that the chapters from here on out, until I decide to end this story, will be a mixture of the two couples: James and Rachel and Marcus and Jessica (as well as supporting characters, of course). It may seem a little bipolar or schizophrenic to do it this way, but I want to progress the characters together along parallel timelines. So by the time James and Rachel return from the cabin, both sets of couples will be fully developed when I merge the two timelines back together. 

I do apologize for my writing; it does tend to jump around sometimes. That is just the way my brain works at times, I write where my brain takes me. Like my brief introduction of the history of Harland and Elizabeth; and yes, I will fully explain the rest of the story in chapter nine when James and Rachel are at the cabin. I beg patience on behalf of the reader. Despite all the tangent segments throughout the chapters, I always try and conclude each side story in a timely manner. But I try to keep you, the readers, engaged in the story; little twists and turns throughout ensure that you are paying attention to what is going on. I have to keep you guys on your toes, don't I? But I assume those that continue to read my story enjoy my style of writing or are at least used to it by now. 

As always there is a warning in my chapters. This chapter includes fantastical sex that is beyond the scope of reality. This chapter also includes a scene of attempted rape and some violence. If you are against such things, I suggest you skip these parts in the story. I would also like to personally thank those people who offered suggestions, plot scenarios, and helped review this current chapter: immortalman18, malaknight1818, blade_eros, dormdad1962, and ironbite5

And finally a personal note. I am starting a new position at work and it will involve an entirely new schedule. I hope this will not affect the amount of time available to devote to writing this story. I really don't want to quit writing this tale; I am having a blast doing this. As always I ask for patience if the length between postings is quite long, I promise you I will update my profile regularly to let you guys know when new chapters are to be expected. I just don't know how this new position will affect my personal life, only time will tell. But after such a long and drawn out introduction, I submit to you chapter seven of Guardian Wolf. Please enjoy! 

Despair Eternity

Chapter Eleven– Chinese, a Hospital, and Finding True Friends
October 5th, 2006

James was having that wonderful dream again. The dream where his erect member was between his mate's hot and wet lips as she lovingly fellated him. However, when he felt his cock slip into Rachel's throat, James knew it wasn't a dream. He opened his eyes to see Rachel looking up at him as she casually blew him, enjoying the feel of his thickness invade her throat. James threw his head back and groaned when Rachel started to massage his throbbing cock with her throat, sending delicious pleasure coursing through his brain. 

"I love when you wake me up like this," James said as he closed his eyes and concentrated on the feelings his wife was sending his brain through his cock.

"And I love doing it," Rachel said as she briefly raise her head to reply. 

Rachel continued to fellate her mate leisurely for several minutes, gently massaging James's turgid cock with her throat muscles until he was gasping, groaning, and gently thrusting his hips in perfect rhythm to Rachel's bobbing head. Just when James thought he could take no more, Rachel slipped a moistened finger from her dripping pussy and stuck it up James's asshole, searching out his prostate gland, humming to increase his pleasure. He grunted once and thrust his hips, firmly burying his cock down Rachel's throat as he unloaded the rich contents from his bloated balls. Rachel sighed heavily and drank down his massive offering, swallowing repeatedly. Each time her throat contracted to swallow another full load, little lights went off in James's head as her throat continually massaged the sensitive frenulum of his cock. 

When Rachel was finished voiding the pressure from James's testicles, she crawled sexily up his body, rubbing herself lewdly upon his sculpted leg until she reached his eager lips. They kissed deeply, passing the small remnants of his spending back and forth while Rachel rubbed her aching cunt up and down his thigh, leaving a considerable trail of wetness, and matting down hair with each pass. After what seemed an eternity without breathing, Rachel broke the kiss, her eyes burning with lust and need.

"My kitty needs some serious attention," she cooed as she climbed his body in anticipation of a serious licking. She placed her pussy above her mate's face, maneuvering until it was within easy reach of his long tongue.

"Mmmm...my pleasure baby! Place that naughty kitty up here and let me lash it good with my tongue," James said, grasping her ass and burying his face into her dripping snatch. 

Rachel spent the next several minutes lost in orgasmic bliss as James licked and teased his mate from one orgasmic peak to the next; each time she flooded his mouth with an increasing volume of liquid fire. She finally fell of his face after grinding her pelvic bone against his hard chin as he teased and pleasured her aching clit and pussy to one last shuddering climax. 

"Gods! No more. I'm too fucking sensitive. Holy shit that was good!" Rachel gasped as she tried to reorient herself after going without oxygenated blood to her brain for so long.

James reached out and maneuvered his tiny mate until she was tucked securely under his arm, snuggled tightly into his solid chest. Neither bothered to clean themselves as they fell blissfully back to sleep. 

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The phone call broke James out of a delicious dream as he struggled to extricate himself from Rachel's iron grasp, which held him tightly to her slender body in a death grip, to answer the phone. James was barely able to stretch his long right arm out and snag the phone base close enough to the bed to reach the cordless handset before the caller hung up.

"About fucking time you picked up Dingus!" Gus's annoyed voice came over the digital connection.

"Fuck you and your high horse, cuz. We got in real late from the concert last night. And besides, we are on our fucking honeymoon. We have no set schedule, so just shove it up your ass and die!" James growled in irritation.

James heard Gus erupt in boisterous laughter, which only pissed James off even more.


"Okay, okay! Damn, boy. Can't even take a fucking joke today, can we?" Gus said only slightly in apology. 

"Yeah well, you get three hours of sleep and see how you feel" James groused.

"Three hours? Dude! It's after eleven in the morning. I was about to send up one of the omegas to see if you had fucked each other to death or something," Gus said chuckling.

James jumped up, immediately releasing Rachel's grip on him. Rachel grumbled something resembling a curse and rolled onto her other side; she continued to snore noisily into her pillow. 

"After eleven? Damn! I was hoping to be up a lot earlier today to get everything I wanted done before we head up to the cabin. Um...listen. Do you have any other pending reservations on this room for another couple of days? I was hoping to keep the room for another night. I promised Rachel a good bought of spanking and discipline and I don't want to be rushed today. I figure a night full of debauchery is called for before we head up to the cabin," James said.

"I figured you would want another day in the room to check out all the special features we have installed. I already booked you through tomorrow afternoon," Gus said.

"Dude, you're awesome!" James said, pleased at his cousin's forethought.

"But you have to promise me something," Gus warned.

"Sure, anything," James promised.

"If you are going to be disciplining your mate tonight, be sure you use a ball gag on her. I have a law enforcement convention coming in today and I don't need four hundred policemen calling the front desk complaining of a woman screaming her orgasms from the top suite," Gus grumbled. He had had enough complaints from customers about his cousins' lovemaking already.

James laughed, "Sure thing! Is there any other requests?" 

"Yes! Please use plenty of towels this time. Aunt Maggie warned us about your mate's excessive waterworks when she comes. I don't need a saturated mattress reeking of pussy waiting for the next customer. I already have high enough dry cleaning bills without having to clean up after my family's excessive lovemaking," Gus said. 

"Yeah, yeah. I'm sure you and Tabitha are ever so proper when you make love too. Funny thing though, Aunt Cami was complaining in a similar fashion to my mom when you went through the Rites yourselves. So don't be calling the kettle black, Pot!" James pointed out.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line while Gus considered a comeback. Deciding there was no feasible retort that wouldn't make him look like a complete dumbass Gus grumbled a goodbye and hung up the phone. James looked at the phone with a triumphant grin and replaced the handset on the receiver. James didn't have to remind Gus of one of the Wolfe family's cardinal rules: never call out a family member about their sexual exploits without being prepared to look like a complete hypocrite and\or jackass.

James looked over at Rachel still sleeping comfortably on her stomach, her face smashed deeply into the large goose down pillow; her long hair was a mass of tangled curls completely hiding her face. He reached over and shook his mate's shoulder gently. Rachel grumbled and turned over on her side towards him. James then tried gently tickling the sensitive flesh of her armpit. She squeaked a little but still refused to wake up. Finally James decided enough was enough and stuck his tongue deeply into his mate's ear while pulling roughly on her left nipple. This did have the desired effect and Rachel nearly fell out of bed when she jumped back from James's oral and tactile assault, entangling herself in the sheets.

"What the fucking hell James?" Rachel bellowed as she tried to right herself on the bed.

James did fall of the king size bed, but only because he was laughing so hard he lost his balance. He fell hard crashing on the floor. However, this did nothing to quiet his howls of laughter.

"Asshole!" Rachel huffed as she made her way naked to the bathroom to relieve her bladder. 

Rachel padded back into the bedroom after releasing the pressure on her bladder only to find James still giggling on the hardwood floor. She made a motion to kick her mate in the ribs only to find herself squarely on her back with James on top of her after he grabbed her ankle and used her forward momentum to flip her squarely on her ass.

"That wasn't very nice you little wench!" James growled as he spread her legs around his thighs and captured her arms firmly beneath his own. He bent down and captured her lips in an aggressive kiss of possession. After spending a few moments reacquainting his mouth with hers he lifted his head with a look of pure unadulterated hunger. 

"How did you do that?" Rachel asked after she found the breath necessary for speaking.

"What this?" James asked as he bent down and grabbed her lips in another possessive kiss, causing her to gasp in pleasure. After a few more delicious moments of reacquainting he released his mate's mouth. Rachel gave him a classic glassy stare; her arousal quickly rising. She shook her head to clear her thoughts of all the lascivious things she would like to do to her mate and get back to the question at hand.

"Mmmm...but...no...no...dingus! I mean the flip thing. I didn't even see you move before I was laid out on my ass!" Rachel said at her husband's obtuse observation.

"Oh that!" James said with sudden realization.

"Yeah, that," Rachel agreed rolling her eyes at her husband's lame attempt at humor.

"It's part of Aikido. It's a discipline of martial arts that teaches how to use an opponent's energy and momentum against them. When I grabbed your foot and ankle I tugged slightly; the sudden stop coupled with your forward momentum redirected towards the ceiling caused you to lose your balance. The rest was easy," James said.

"Easy, huh? I'll show you easy!" Rachel said.

With a sudden graceful movement that belied her strength, Rachel wrapped her ankles around James's buttocks and rolled them over until she sat astride him. She immediately grabbed James's cock and began stroking it back to life until it was at full strength. Rachel mounted her mate without further comment and began aggressively fucking him, asserting her own dominance on her mate. 

James accepted this role reversal and began to thrust up to meet his mates hips as she descended time and time again on his massive cock. As he felt Rachel's tight sheath begin to contract around his cock signaling her impending orgasm, James rolled them over once again. He raised her legs until they were on his broad shoulders and began to thrust commandingly into his mate's quivery pussy, intensifying and prolonging the orgasm that had already started to claim her senses and crash through her tiny body. Rachel screamed and swore obscenely as she met her mate's thrusts with angry, hurried thrusts of her own. Her juices liberally lubricating their frantic lovemaking as she pole vaulted (pun intended) from one orgasm to the next until they blurred into one continuous circuit of pleasure that numbed her brain in intense warmth, enflaming her nervous system and threatened to extinguish her mind one synapse at a time.

Rachel was babbling and drooling in excess as the pleasure ate away at her senses like a cancer. She started to scream as her clit became overly sensitive and James kicked his thrusting into overdrive. Fearing another tongue lashing from his cousin, James thrust three fingers into his mate's mouth, effectively muffling her screams of passion and pacifying her oral fixation with something to suck on. Suddenly Rachel bit down hard on his fingers as a particularly large orgasm triggered, sinking her teeth deep into his flesh. The added pain was the thing needed for James to reach his own peak as he emptied copious amounts of semen into Rachel's willing womb. Sweaty and exhausted, panting in great gasps as he forced fresh oxygen into his tortured lungs, James fell heavily off to the side as he worked on bringing his heart beat back below the current 130 beats per minute.

Rachel was a complete mess. She sat gasping, drawing as much oxygen into her body as possible, while waiting for her sanity to reenter earth's atmosphere; it was currently orbiting Jupiter...or at least one of its moons. Her body was covered in a thick coating of sweat and cum. She looked to her left to see James in a similar state of post coital disaster recovery. His large sculpted shoulders and back muscles rose and fell with every respiration. Both were unwilling or unable to move following this latest bout of love making; their pituitary glands were secreting massive amounts of endogenous morphine into the blood stream, giving both partners that delightful light head and numb feeling throughout their bodies. James did turn his head and looked lovingly at his tiny Rachel, a large grin plastered firmly across his face. 

Finally, with a great show of effort, James managed to scoop up his mate and roll them until he was on his back and she was resting on his considerable pectoral and abdominal muscles. As Rachel wallowed in blissful serenity atop her lover's body, she felt the copious volume of James's semen as it leaked from her battered pussy and began to coat his lower abdomen and cock.

"You're leaking," James said as if it were national headlines.

"Thank you Captain Obvious. It's your fault you know. I can't help it if my tight, tiny pussy cannot handle the voluminous contents your cock demands as offering to the pussy gods every time you orgasm. Does the term 'white washing' have any meaning to you? Because that's what your cock does to my vagina every time you let loose," Rachel said. 

"So...you're saying it should be my responsibility to clean up after myself, is that about the gist of it?" James asked as he smiled lewdly at this mate.

"Hey! I'm not your mother," Rachel said.

"Thank the Gods!" James said laughing.

Rachel caught the incestuous meaning of her words only after they left her mouth. She joined her mate in laughter silently thanking the Gods they were not related. It would not do for their children to have webbed fingers, nor tails in both human and wolf form. Their kids would have a hard enough time adjusting to their world without the additional stigma of unwanted mutations. Rachel did smile warmly after thinking about their children. She found herself aching for her womb to be filled with their young, stretching and distending her teenage stomach, their tiny hearts beating in rhythm with her own. To most teenagers the thought of pregnancy was a joke; it would have been funnier if she wasn't so serious about the matter. She was only eighteen but was already aching for the fulfillment of motherhood.

"You and me both mate," James said in agreement as he read her mind's narrative.

"Is it stupid of me to want children immediately? You and I are not even out of high school. In fact, we will still be in school when I come into heat. Shouldn't this bother me, us more?" Rachel asked, confused as her more prudish human side warred with her primal self.

"Baby if you were completely human it would bother you. But you are now part wolf. Your girl knows the supreme nature of our kind when we are mated. Our goal in life is to procreate; to mate, bear, and rear our young. You and I are naturally designed to propagate and contribute to the continuance of our species. Why do you think I 'white wash' you ever time I come? It is to ensure you become pregnant when you are in heat. Don't hide or try to disguise your natural maternal instincts. We are going to have a lot of children together. 




Guardian Wolf Ch. 07



You will need the instincts and knowledge that your wolf will provide for you to be a successful mother not only to our own children, but to the entire pack. And because you are having such strong feelings about being pregnant and motherhood in general, I know you will be a fantastic role model for our own children and the clan. You must learn to trust your instincts. Don't allow your human side to fight against them. This is one of the things I will show you when we reach the cabin. Once you have gone through the transformation I will show you how to find balance between your human side and your wolf. Always rely on your instincts, they will serve you well," James said as he stroked his mate's back.

"Okay. It's maddening sometimes. My human side is telling me to freak out about all of this; but I can feel my girl soothing me, telling me everything is going to be alright. She feels so close to me now, as if I could almost touch her. But every time I reach out to her in my mind, she skirts away, not allowing me to touch her. What does that mean?" Rachel asked a confused look across her face.

"You will not be allowed to touch your wolf until you go through the transformation for the first time. Afterwards it will feel like you have known your girl all your life. You will become inseparable. What you know she will know as well. Just like you and I as mates, you and your wolf are two halves of one being. Trust me and allow me to show you these things," James said as he continued to massage his wife over her back and buttocks. There was nothing overtly sexual about his touch; it was only a reassuring caress that connected James with his mate. 

"Will the change be painful?" Rachel asked with some trepidation. 

"The first time is always painful. That is why we never let a new wolf go through the change alone. The funny thing is, the younger you are the easier it seems to be. It is critical that you embrace your wolf and her primal essence, binding yourself to her. If you struggle or are afraid, changing from one form to the other will always be difficult for you," James said in warning.

"Tell me about it please," Rachel pleaded.

"Tuesday, the day you change, your whole body will be hyper sensitive. Touching, eating, and sex will be beyond a level that I can't explain. It's like you are experiencing the world around you for the first time. When I went through the change for the first time, it felt like I was experiencing life with every nerve in my body. The food I ate was more delicious, the smells around me were more pronounced, and everything was brought into such clarity. 

The newly mated humans go through a much more dramatic transformation. Mom said the day she changed her body was on fire for most of the day; your body temperature raises dramatically right before the change. She also said her hormones were completely out of whack; she said she wanted to rape Dad one moment and kill him the next. Her appetite for food and sex was ravenous. You will experience the same thing. Your body needs an enormous amount of calories to help during transformation; the first time you change is very taxing on your body. You need the sex to equalize your hormones and to release large quantities of endorphins into your bloodstream to help with the pain during transformation. Dad told me if you are able to experience orgasm right before you change, it will be less painful," James said, trying to remain as objective as possible. Every transformation was unique for the individual; there was little comparison from one person to the next. Only one thing was a constant: pain, lots and lots of pain. 

"But just how painful is the change," Rachel asked.

"For me it was like my body was gripped in a massive electric shock. My muscles locked and I could feel my bones and muscles as they changed and became more canine. My skin was on fire as my fur came in and my ears and tail appeared. But as soon as it began, it was over. The faster you meet and bind with your wolf, the less pain there will be. I was prepared from birth for the change; our mates, unfortunately, do not have that luxury. We can help to prepare you for the change, but it is up to each individual how quickly he or she accepts their wolf. Seeing as how you are feeling your wolf so strongly, I would suspect that your change will be painful, but very brief. Don't be afraid of your wolf, accept her and embrace her as part of your new existence," James advised. Rachel nodded her head in agreement.

"Thank you baby! Just knowing a little about the change helps take the fear out of it," Rachel said in gratitude.

"You're welcome sweetheart. Now weren't we talking about me having some pussy to clean somewhere?" James asked as he smiled lewdly at his mate, raising his eyebrows lasciviously.

"Damn straight buster!" Rachel said as she moved her body towards her mate's hungry mouth.

Instead of simply raising her hips and moving to offer her pussy to James's mouth and tongue, Rachel decided to slide up his body, one agonizing inch at a time. With every incremental slide of her pussy, Rachel left a trail of cum and pussy cream along his abdomen as she scraped her tender labia against his rock hard muscles. When she finally settled her leaking pussy onto James's mouth, there was a long, perverse trail of sexual fluid leading from his chin down to a cooling pool of lust that had formed earlier at the base of his cock. 

"Bon appetite baby," Rachel said with a giggle.

James ignored the feeling of his and Rachel's cum cooling and congealing down his chest and stomach and set about his sworn duty at cleaning his wife's delectable snatch of their combined orgasmic offering. James was licking furiously, enjoying the taste of him mixed with his wife. The more he licked, the more he liked it. Soon the viscosity and flavor of his meal changed, becoming much thinner and increasingly sweeter as the supply of his cum was overcome with that of his wife's. Before he could continue, Rachel shifted and oriented herself in the sixty-nine position so she could lap at the trail left by her journey from cock to mouth. 

James continued to drink from his wife's well like a man dying of thirst. He licked and prodded her clitoris from behind its protective hood and latched onto it like a starving infant to his mother's teat. Rachel began to grind her hips sensually against James as he drove her to orgasm. She continued to lap at his cum like a kitten with a bowl of cream. She cleaned her mate all around his cock, but never directly assaulted the mountainous mound of man flesh as it began to resurrect before her eyes. She would suck and nip at the sensitive skin around his pelvic bone, forcing James to moan then snarl as he renewed his own attack on her defenseless pussy. Soon the sensations James tongue was causing her poor clitoris became too much and Rachel sprayed her lover with a shriek of orgasmic delight. 

"Now who needs to clean whom?" James said as he wiped Rachel's pussy juice from around his eyes.

"Oops! Give me a second and I'll be right with you," Rachel said as she scrambled to kneel above her lover's rejuvenated cock, readying her pussy for another Orgasm Olympics. 

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Their next love session was much more relaxed and sensual than their earlier frantic race towards mutual orgasmic destruction. Rachel poised directly above James's cock, barely allowing the massive purple head to part her labia. She concentrated on flexing her pussy muscles to massage and temp her lover's turgid flesh. Rachel heard James gasp and thrust upwards intending to bury himself deeply in his mate's heat. Just as James was gaining purchase to his wife's treasure Rachel pulled away, denying her Alpha entrance. She wagged a finger reprovingly at her mate. She was in the driver's seat now; he would receive his pleasure at her discretion. 

Again Rachel lowered her hips and used her labia to massage and tease James's cock; the purplish head was now slick and shiny with generous amounts of precum. Once Rachel was satisfied that he was sufficiently lubricated, she lowered her hips a little bit more allowing the head of her lover's invader to cross her hallowed gate. Rachel concentrated once more, working on massaging James with vaginal muscle control alone. Both gasped aloud as she worked to control her muscles while denying a growing instinct to plunge his massive cock deep within her and ride him furiously to completion. Rachel wanted this to last. 

With aching slowness that caused both to moan and grunt in frustrating pleasure, Rachel slowly slid up and down James's cock, careful to work her pussy muscles as she used her hips and knees to move up and down his considerable length. She watched as the eyes of her lover rolled into the back of his head as he growled deeply in pleasure as she worked to sensually masturbate her mate with her silken sheath. Rachel leaned down toward her mate and captured his lips in a gentle kiss before proceeding to lick his face clean of her previous ejaculation in sweet sensuality. The salty sweet liquid coupled with the erotic act of cleaning her mate caused Rachel to moan and for a moment she lost control of herself and began to work furiously up and down her Alpha's cock. But remembering her desire to draw out their pleasure, she resumed her sensual cadence of love making. 

As she finished cleaning his face, Rachel noticed James's countenance; his eyes were closed in concentration, his nostrils flared with each respiration, and his teeth were clenched as he tried to run away from his impending orgasm. Rachel smiled as she kissed her mate forcing his attention on her and away from the pressure now building in his testicles. 

Time seemed to stop for both of them as their tongues made sweet love to each other. They forgot about their immediate pleasure of rutting and concentrated on the simple pleasure found in each others' mouths. Both enjoyed the feeling of completeness as they basked in the simple knowledge of their coupling. Rachel did however continue to gently massage James's cock as she sat impaled upon his staff.

Rachel's orgasm was unexpected as it crept up behind her and zapped her with a cattle prod. Their kissing had taken on a new level of intensity as they forced pleasure orally upon each other. Rachel raised her hips to gain leverage on her mate to force her tongue deeper down his throat when her orgasm struck. She started breathing heavily into James's mouth then screamed down his throat as the full force of the orgasm shook her tiny body. She shook for several seconds like a dried leaf on a windy day until she collapsed exhausted, removing her mouth from her lover for a breath of much needed oxygen. Her body continued to shake with aftershocks as she fought to get fresh air into her burning lungs.

"What the hell was that?" James asked in complete surprise at his mate's sudden orgasmic release.

"I have no fucking idea," Rachel swore as she fought to bring her rebellious body under control.

"I was getting so turned on by the kissing. When I raised my hips to kiss you more it felt like I had been zapped with a tazer directly on my clitoris. I couldn't control my body. That orgasm was huge and all I could do was hold on for dear life. Whatever we did just now sent my body into orbit without a pilot," Rachel said as she looked at her mate with a mixture of love and trepidation.

"Do you think we can duplicate it?" James asked. He was more than willing to give his mate another jolt to see her body to THAT again. 

"Gods I hope not! I loved it but it scared the shit out of me! It was like my brain was getting tired and bored with our slow love making and said 'fuck it' and decided to hit ever synapse in my brain with electrical current at once. I imagine it must feel like when a fuse burns out," Rachel said as she gingerly and carefully lifted herself off of her mate. 

"Gods! You drenched me, my little super soaker!" James laughed as he lifted his upper body to examine the vast quantities of pussy cream around his crotch and on the floor beneath him. Rachel's face turned a deep crimson in embarrassment at this new term of endearment.

"I'm sorry! I can't control myself. My pussy just opens up the flood gates whenever I cum," Rachel excused herself for such excessive ejaculation.

"Sorry? I love it when you come like that. It is such a freaking ego boost to know that I bring you pleasure like that," James said proudly, his chest puffing slightly as he stood. He was careful not to slip in his wife's puddle.

"Baby, you make me cum in spades! I honestly don't know where it all comes from. I really must have a dam up my pussy to be flooding you like that," Rachel said with an amused grin.

"Well I guess the only solution is to plug your hole with my cock to prevent your dam from leaking all over the place," James said, his raging erection still bobbing in front of him like some perverse divining rod as it searched out her watering hole.

"Isn't your cock the cause of my leaking?" Rachel asked, her eyes hungrily gazing at her mate's meat stick.

"Uh...oh yeah," James said in parody of that stupid cartoon teenager.

Rachel giggled and shook her head. Her mate may be gorgeous and all that jazz, but he was still a total dork on the inside. But she couldn't fault her husband; she loved everything about him with every fiber of her being. 

"Let's get in the shower. We're all sticky and we need to get cleaned up before we head over to the hospital," James said as he mopped up their spent lust with a towel from the bathroom. His little mate was definitely not shy with her waterworks. 

"Hospital? Are you sure it's a good idea for Jessica to see us right now?" Rachel asked with concern. 

"She will have to face us sooner or later. And maybe if we confront her now we can save ourselves a bigger headache later. All we can offer her right now is some real friendship. She may not really want it now, but it is something she desperately needs," James said.

"I doubt it, but I won't let my petty jealousy cloud my judgment again. I've learned my lesson about Jessica Hamilton. Any negative karma will be strictly on her shoulders from now on," Rachel said as she made her way into the bathroom to start the water running.

"We'll make an Alpha out of you yet honey," James said as he turned around and smacked his wife soundly on the ass. Rachel yelped then hurried to get away from her husband before they started another round of 'plug the leaks'. At the rate they were going, they will never see the cabin until after they graduate. And that's if they even make it out of their hotel room.

************

James and Rachel were mostly successful in expediting their exodus from their hotel room...mostly. Their shower together started out innocently enough. James took great delight in washing his little mate's body and helping to wash and caress her dark, curly hair. His caresses remained mostly innocent...mostly. However, when Rachel bent over and presented her ass and pussy to be cleaned, James lost it. He started by grabbing her shoulders and rubbing his engorged cock against her delicious butt cheeks and between the crack of her ass. The bizarre feeling was new and exciting to Rachel, causing her to moan in apprehensive anticipation. She didn't know exactly what her mate was preparing to do. She hoped he wouldn't try to stick his monster killer in her virgin asshole yet; she needed a lot of preparation still before they crossed that bridge. 

"You're not going to stick your massive baby maker in my tiny asshole, are you?" Rachel said in a small girl voice with a hint of trepidation.

"Not yet baby. I need to start working on training that asshole to take something my size. But I fully intend to tap this delectable ass before we go back to school. I will own every part of you: mind, soul, and body," James said in a deep, husky voice. He slapped her ass for good measure and watched with enjoyment as it jiggled slightly. Rachel gasped and shivered involuntarily in a lust filled haze as she imagined James sticking his massive cock up her tiny rear end. 

"But in the interim I have your delicious pussy to sate my sexual needs," James said. 

Without invitation or notification James reared back his hips and parted Rachel's meaty pussy lips, driving his cock deeply into her cavernous warmth. Rachel gasped and whimpered in painful pleasure as his intrusive organ invaded her snug love tunnel. Not taking a moment in hesitation, James arrested Rachel's hands behind her back, effectively immobilizing her body, enslaving her to his sexual whim. James began to thrust in and out of his little mate with earnest strokes. Rachel looked back with fire and lust in her eyes, daring her mate to make her cum.

"Fuck me you bastard! Shove that massive baby maker up my gash and flood me with a gallon of your virile baby juice. Fuck your little love slave and make her squeal," Rachel screamed, actually grunting a little like a pig as James continually assaulted her passage from behind. 

James continued to fuck his mate hard, inspired by her filthy mouth. The sounds of their frantic love making echoed off the shower walls as the hot water cascaded around them, bouncing droplets of their heated bodies like rain on a rooftop. James spied the synthetic luffa hanging on a hook from the shower head, still sudsy and soapy from the fragrant body wash. He reached out and grabbed the spongy cloth with his right hand, making his fingers slick in anticipation of his next move. When his fingers were sufficiently lubricated, James began to massage and tease the crinkly star of Rachel's asshole. Rachel gasped and began pushing back with greater insistence, her body begging James to invade her nether regions with his massive digits. James would have to be daft to ignore her body's obvious invitation. 

James proceeded to work his index finger covered in soapy lubrication up to the transverse metacarpal ligament (that's the tendon that connects the finger to the metacarpal bone and the rest of the hand). He added his middle finger a few moments later. He began to finger his mate's asshole with leisurely strokes that counter mandated the rhythm of his hips and cock as they battered his wife's submissive pussy. The heterogeneous rhythm of fingers and cock was driving Rachel out of her mind. Her brain's receptive neurons were having trouble processing such counter intuitive sensations at the same time.

"Oh Gods! Finger my dirty asshole, you bastard! Gods! That is so nasty, putting your fingers up my butthole. I can feel your fingers brushing against your cock as it batters my poor little....little...pus...pussy," Rachel stuttered the last part of her curse as her brain was diverting considerable computing power to correctly catalog and classify all the sensation the nerve endings in her pussy and ass were now sending it. 

Quickly becoming overloaded by the sheer volume of pleasure, inundated in continual neurological sensation, her brain was shutting down; before her brain lost complete control of itself, it sent orders out to any extremity that would listen to alleviate the pressure building in Rachel's loins. Receiving their orders from the brain, Rachel's pussy and asshole clamped down tightly on the invading appendages, painfully squeezing them as her orgasm proceeded to devastate her poor body. Rachel screamed in a feral growl, scratching and clawing at the manacle of flesh and blood that so cruelly imprisoned her hands. 

A quick and determined thrust from James's put an end to what little resistance remained in her body. After her orgasm had sufficiently berated and tortured her tired body, Rachel's body hung limply in defeat; only James's iron grip on her body prevented her from falling to the floor in a crumpled heap. Sensing the end to this journey and the impending inferno now boiling in his loins, James allowed his wife to slip safely and gently to the floor. James now grabbed his cock and fisted it in a frenzy of grunts as he propelled his orgasm to the forefront. Feeling the impending explosion, James pointed his weapon at his mate and with a primal roar unleashing a full barrage. Rope after rope of creamy white cum proceeded to mark his mate as he expelled his lust all over her tiny body. His orgasm seemed to continue endlessly as he spent himself all over his mate. 




Guardian Wolf Ch. 07



Finally his orgasm ceased and he looked down at his wife to assess the carnage his lust had wreaked upon her body and senses. Rachel was kneeling on the shower floor in complete submission, breathing heavily as her face rested against the tile floor in forced exhaustion. James's cum had covered her from neck to ass in massive streaks of lusty white goo. The shower water was only helping to spread his semen around her body in uniform perversity. His lustful needs now sated, James picked up the offending luffa and reapplied it with generous amounts of body wash. He proceeded to gently rewash his mate, ensuring that his evidential lust was washed away. James lovingly kissed and caressed his wife's skin as he cleaned every inch of her flawless body. 

After successfully rewashing his wife and ensuring that she was indeed breathing, James picked up his pliable mate in his massive arms, cradling her to his chest in reaffirming adoration. He placed her gently down on a wooden bench installed in the bathroom beneath a cabinet that maintained a selection of towels. James selected a large white towel and continued in his post-coital ministrations. Rachel looked up and smiled weakly at her mate; she could do little else as her body required time to recover after such a devastating fucking. Satisfied that Rachel was sufficiently dry and wouldn't fall out her current position on the bench, James concentrated on his own wet body.

************

Rachel awoke a short while later, lying comfortably on the bed in a large, warm hotel robe. The soft terry cloth felt magnificent against her smooth skin. She raised her head in search of her mate and found him quietly dressing on the edge of the bed next to her. She placed a hand on his massive back, assuring herself that he was indeed real and not a figment of her imagination. 

"Afternoon sleeping beauty. Feeling better?" James asked as he turned to lie next to his mate.

"What happened?" Rachel asked. She was confused how she got from the bathroom to the bedroom without memory.

"Oh nothing much. I simply fucked you into unconsciousness...again," James chuckled lightly. His mate's orgasmic reaction to their physical love making was nothing if not ego boosting. James felt infinitely more masculine and Alpha-like each time he brought his beloved Rachel to a screeching orgasm.

"I'm going to start calling the orgasms you bring me 'mind-erasers'. They erase all communication from my brain to the rest of my body. I don't remember a thing after my poor pussy and asshole clamped down on you," she said in astonishment. James laughed in agreement to her sexual classification.

Rachel reached between her legs and fingered her tender pussy, expecting copious amounts of fluid to be leaking from her vagina.

"Did you cum in me?" Rachel asked. She was a little confused; she was quickly becoming used to feeling very wet and sticky after one of her mate's power fucking's. To feel herself relatively dry between her legs was a little...disconcerting.

"I came on you. And let's just say my orgasm was epic. You were a vision of angelic cummy goodness," James said as he finished lacing up his combat boots.

"Vision of angelic cummy goodness? You making up words on me now baby?" Rachel asked. A curious grin played across her face.

"Hey! Okay, I don't always come up with the best descriptive adjectives. But that was exactly how you looked. Your sweet ass was waving in the air as you sat slumped on your knees with cum covering your back and ass. You were my little cum angel fallen from heaven, or at least fallen off my dick," James said with a chuckle.

"There's a difference?" Rachel cooed as she reached around her mate to fondle her favorite anatomical appendage. Heaven and her mate were one in the same.

"That's sweet of you to say baby. Compliments like those will get you everywhere," James chuckled as he jumped up from the bed. 

James went over to a chair next to the hotel dresser and retrieved articles of clothing for Rachel to wear today.

"I took the liberty of picking out your clothes," James said.

Rachel laughed at her mate's desire to play dress up. She was oddly flattered to feel like his personal Barbie doll. It made her feel completely feminine and ensured of her mate's love. She looked up to see the shirt James was holding up for her and she nearly fell of the bed laughing. He was holding up a black baby T-shirt with a pair of eyes that covered where her breasts would be. Below a caption read 'Hey! My eyes are up here!'. She thought it was hysterical.

I hoped you would enjoy it. Marcus and I were shopping at Spencer's a few weeks ago and I saw this T-shirt. I knew I just had to buy it for you; even if you only wore it for me," James said.

"I love it!" Rachel said ecstatically. One of her favorite pieces of apparel were printed T-shirts.

She took a second look at James's outfit and noticed he had a printed T-shirt with its own caption; it read 'I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every second of it.' Rachel laughed for several seconds.

James proceeded to show Rachel the remainder of her outfit which consisted of a black thong with matching bra, and a pair of low ride hip huggers. He completed the outfit with a pair of sensible, yet oddly feminine black combat boots. 

"What's with you and the butt floss underwear? You know this stuff is not always the most comfortable to wear," Rachel said in slight annoyance.

"It offers me the easiest access to your pussy without you being completely naked underneath. If you have a problem with them, you are more than welcome to go sans panties," James said wiggling his eye brows.

"That's okay. The last thing you need right now is more access to my pussy. I'm still trying to recover from the shower. If you continue to 'access' my pussy like that I'm afraid the damn thing will just plain fall off. There is such a thing as too much pleasure, you know?" Rachel said.

"There is? Well I think we may have to explore the limits of your sexual threshold later tonight. I haven't forgotten about your little episode with Jessica last night. I fully intend on carrying out your punishment when we get back to the hotel later tonight. Your ass and pussy will be so sore tomorrow, the shower will seem like a sensual massage in comparison. I intend to give you so much pleasure you will be begging me stop. But that's where the torture and discipline come in, because I won't stop until you pass out again...and maybe even a little bit beyond that. If your pussy does fall off we will just have to sew it back on," James said as he advanced on his mate as she laced up her new combat boots. The fit was exceptional.

Rachel looked up at her mate with a combination of expectation and fear. She had hoped he had forgotten all about his promise to discipline her ass for her little tirade last night. She was certainly regretting her actions last night; they were going to cost her body greatly tonight. The thought of being totally immobilized and helpless to her mate's advances started her kitty purring again. Damn! She was quickly becoming a sexual nymphomaniac; everything seemed to turn her on lately.

"And that's a bad thing, how exactly?" James said as he read her thoughts.

"It just means I will be hopelessly addicted to your touch and I will never, never be able to go long without needing your cock between my legs," Rachel said as she reached up to her husband to capture his lips. They kissed passionately for a few minutes but James refused to let it go any further; they had much to do today. Rachel pouted just a little bit. It was ever so much fun to be so naughty.

"Guess what baby? That's exactly the way I want you. I want you treating me like a junky treats her next fix. I want you practically itching and begging for my cock before too long," James said, a fiery passion ablaze behind his emerald green eyes.

"Guess what baby? I'm already addicted to you, so mission accomplished," Rachel said with a similar fire ablaze behind her pale jade eyes.

The mated pair wanted desperately to say 'fuck it' to everything else and spend the rest of the day lost in carnal decadence. But they both knew they had a few errands to run, including a stop at Thumper's tattoo parlor. James had called him to confirm his availability and to expect them this afternoon. He wanted to minimize the chances of Amy going into labor prematurely and Thumper rushing to the hospital instead of completing the tattoos as promised. Rule number one: mates and children always come first. James had also spoken to him about a little extra work he wanted done. Thumper said it was no problem and it wouldn't take that long. 

As Rachel was fixing her hair and makeup with the provided utensils, she admired herself in the mirror. A few weeks ago, Rachel thought she had found happiness. She was part of the 'in' crowd; she was a cheerleader and was dating a football player. Her own personal place in the high school social pecking order was assured. Rachel laughed derisively and shook her head; she was a fool to think that was real happiness. This...this was true happiness. Just the thought of waking up each day next to her mate sent her heartbeat sky rocketing. The thought of carrying his young in her belly made her warm with pride and happiness. James was everything in a man and mate that she could ever ask for. He truly was her other half, her soul mate, the one intended just for her. 

That knowledge almost made her skin glow in happiness. There truly was something to being said that a woman in love had a glow about her. 

But now how where they ever going to convince Jessica Hamilton of the same truth? Rachel had a small epiphany last night after listening to James's phone conversation with her father: Jessica Hamilton was miserable in her life. No amount of expensive gifts could disguise the truth to those who looked hard enough. She hated her existence to this point in life; things needed to change, and change drastically for her.

Her entire life was nothing more than a carefully constructed façade to hide her true feelings. Behind Jessica's haughty, indifferent exterior was a scared and very lonely little girl. Just from listening to her father's voice she could feel the cold callousness the man truly felt towards his daughter; there was no love in either her father or her mother's heart for Jessica. She wasn't a daughter to either parent; she was a beautiful inconvenience that mandated they care for her. For the second time in so many hours, Rachel felt truly sorry for Jessica Hamilton. But for the first time, Rachel Wolfe sincerely hoped that they (James, Marcus, and She) could bring a measure of true happiness into her life. If they could not, Rachel feared that Jessica was not long for this world.

Rachel heard James speak in her head. 

Jessica will find happiness with Marcus baby. She will need a lot of convincing and, if necessary, a lot of coercion to make her realize that Marcus is the man and mate for her. Her heart and body will recognize him immediately; it is her mind and stubborn nature that will require the extensive emotional overhaul. It will be up to Marcus to convince Jessica she belongs with us. We are only offering her an olive branch; a chance to see true happiness in work and an offer of friendship. This is something she has never had before; she will be very suspicious of our intentions. Jessica is alien to the idea of give and take; she has only known take. Don't be surprise when our overture is rejected.

Rachel spoke to her mate as she finished curling her hair.

I know baby. I'm afraid that she will require more patience and time than either you and I or Marcus are prepared to give. What then? I know Jessica, if she thinks she is getting played she will not be cooperative. I still am not certain how our going to the hospital will help at all. We are probably the last two people she expects or wants to see. If her parents are as bad as you say they are, she will need a LOT of convincing. Gods! To have those two as parents? It gives me the shivers just thinking about it.

She heard James chuckling in her mind.

Then don't think about it. Are you about ready in there yet? I've been waiting so long I'm starting to gather dust in here.

That set Rachel off and she told James to shove it.

Fuck you wolf boy! I am doing this to look good for YOU. You can just sit on your sculpted ass out there for as long as is needed and like it. 

Rachel heard James openly laughing in the adjacent room as he conceded to just let his mate be. Rachel checked herself in the mirror one last time. She had to admit, she looked hot. The baby doll T-shirt came down to just above her navel and her boobs filled out the tiny T-shirt very nicely. The hip huggers were doing exactly as advertised and were clinging to her hips and ass as if they were made specifically for her. Yeah! She was ready now; ready to take names and kick ass! She walked out confidently to their bedroom for her husband's perusal and approval. 

She didn't have to worry about her mate's approval. The moment she came into view, he was eying her like a fine cut of meat. She watched his cock harden and lengthen burrowing further down his right pant leg. Rachel smiled. Her mate's arousal was the sincerest form of flattery. She spun around once to give him an eye full of the entire package.

"You like baby?" Rachel asked in a seductive voice.

James was upon her and kissing her passionately before she could form another sentence. He reached out and grabbed her left hand and helped migrate it to the front of his jeans. His cock was as hard and long as usual; it throbbed at the slightest touch of her hand. She began to instinctively rub and caress her lover's cock through his pants; she could practically feel the burning lust radiating through his jeans. James had to close his eyes, growling in frustration. He gently clasped his mate's wrist and moved her hand away from his cock before he lost complete control. Rachel made the cutest pout as she was denied her favorite toy. 

"I think you know exactly how much I like it sweetheart. But I have something else to give you. It is supposed to be really quite cold today. You need something warmer than just your smoking hot body. My mom and I took the liberty of buying you a new winter coat. Come and try it on," James said as he produced a hooded leather jacket with a sable lining.

Rachel squealed loudly at the sight of her new coat. She practically ran to her mate and allowed him to help her into it. The look of satisfaction on James face told her he was pleased by her reaction. Her mate had done well; he had done very well.

"Oh James, I love it! It feels so warm and soft against my body. It's a gorgeous coat baby. Thank you so much!" Rachel gushed as she reached up to capture her husband's lips in a kiss that left both of them feeling dizzy. 

"You can thank me like that any time you like baby," James said with a dreamy, goofy look on his face. Rachel giggled at the look of contentment on his face.

"You ready to go visit the wicked witch of the West?" James asked as he slid on his own leather jacket.

"Lead the way baby," Rachel said.

************

As James and Rachel walked hand in hand out of the lobby elevator, they were greeted by his cousin Gus. He had a smile on his face as he handed a package to them that Rachel recognized as the manila envelope Robert had given them last night. Gus also handed over the velvet box Robert gave her last night as well. 

"We kept those in the hotel safe for you guys. I trust our staff implicitly, but I have strict rules about keeping valuables above a certain dollar limit in the safe. Oh, and speaking of safe, your mom called me last night. She says the jewelry arrived home safely via the courier we sent over to the house; everything is accounted for and you won't need to worry about them being outside the family vault anymore," Gus said reassuringly.

Rachel watched as James visibly relaxed hearing that bit of news. I guess he was just as nervous about having millions of dollars of priceless family heirlooms in his possession as she was. She let out her own sigh of relief knowing that the jewels were safe back where they belong. They were pretty and fun to wear but knowing their value was a nerve racking experience. Then Rachel remembered about the box Robert had given her; she never did take a look inside to know what her father had bestowed. Now the curiosity was killing her knowing there was something extremely valuable inside for her. She tried to reach for the box but James playfully slapped her hand away before she could touch the smooth black velvet surface.

"Not yet. I will give these to you when we reach Thumper's shop," James said.

Rachel pouted a little but said nothing. Thumper's shop, eh? It must be some kind of body jewelry if he wants to keep it from me until we get to his shop. Damn! Now it was making her all the more curious thinking about what kind of jewelry her husband and mate had picked out for her. James simply looked at his mate with a mischievous grin and winked at Rachel's annoyed detriment. Rachel stomped her foot petulantly and stuck her tongue out at James.

Patience baby, patience! All good things to those that wait! James thought reprovingly to his mate.

You're no fun! Rachel thought in reply. But her tone was becoming more playful. Rachel would allow her mate his moment; she would get him back...eventually.

"Now remember what I told you James. I don't need four hundred cops planning a frontal assault on my presidential suite all because my cousins couldn't keep their love making to a dull roar. There is still something called common courtesy around her and I hope you will extend it to the rest of our guests. And besides, having a few Beretta 9mm pistols trained on you will most definitely ruin the mood," Gus said in warning.

"Hey! Blame her! She is the one who is making all the noise! She is very vocal when she cums," James said, throwing up his hands in defense.

Rachel punched her mate hard in the shoulder at this comment, "and who is the one who makes me cum so hard every time? If it's anyone's fault, it's yours buster," Rachel growled.

James made a face and mockingly sniffed as if the punch actually hurt, "Did you see that? She struck me! Talk about spousal abuse," James whined to his cousin.

"Oh shove it up your ass and grow a pair you big wuss! I know you got your ass handed to you by my nieces but come on!" Gus said to his cousin with a smile. James always had a flair for the dramatic sometimes.

Rachel howled in laughter. James's family wouldn't put up with his bullshit either. She knew she would love being a part of this family. Everyone was so friendly and laid back; they let things come as they may. It did Rachel's soul good knowing that they could bullshit with each other without fear of reprisal or retribution. Rachel turned to her mate again to see him trying to hold his look of agony, rubbing his shoulder in an overstated fashion. He was unable to hold the façade any longer and broke out in laughter with his cousin. God's her mate was such a clown!

Rachel watched as a gorgeous woman with light olive skin and black hair come up and throw her arms around Gus; Rachel thought she almost looked American Indian. She briefly remembered that this was Tabitha, Gus's mate. Tabitha released her husband and came towards Rachel, enveloping her in a bone crushing hug.

"Seeing how you were so star struck with Peter last night, we were unable to make proper introductions. I'm Tabitha Eagle Feather Wolfe. Three Bears is my older brother and Alpha of the local Hunter Clan in Montana; he is mated to your new sister Kelly. On behalf of my mate and me, we would like to welcome you to the family dear. You sure have caught yourself a good man, even if he is a complete and utter dork," Tabitha said with a laugh.




Guardian Wolf Ch. 07



"Hey!" James said in protest. The rest of the group just laughed at his expense.

"Okay, okay. In all seriousness, we would like to welcome you. Gus and I look forward to meeting your wolf next month at the pack run," Tabitha said as she embraced her new cousin. Rachel had a hard time holding back the tears and choked back a sob as she embraced Tabitha in return.

"Thank you!" Rachel said. It was the only thing she could get out without breaking down completely in front of them.

"Okay, enough of the mushy stuff. Get out of here and enjoy the rest of your honeymoon," Gus said as he shooed the young couple out the foyer towards the exit.

When James and Rachel exited the hotel into the brisk October weather, they were greeted with their SUV gassed and ready to go; it was shining like a new penny after a fresh car wash and wax. James helped Rachel into the passenger seat and passed the two omega valets a fifty dollar tip each. He believed in always showing your appreciation to those who work for you. Both omega's gushed a heartfelt thank you and turned to continue their parking duties.

James fired up the diesel engine and pointed the massive SUV east towards I-90 and Bellevue Hospital. They were off to make friends with one of the most cold-hearted and callous women either had ever met.

************

Jessica Hamilton sat in her hospital bed in room 208 of the Bellevue Medical Center staring with unmasked disgust at her 'lunch' sitting in front of her. Calling the congealed mess beneath her food was an insult to all things edible. But it wasn't just the hospital meals that were ruining her mood; it was everything about a hospital that was causing her grief. The nurses were no relief for her mood either. All her berating and insulting had gone unheeded by the nursing staff; Jessica detested being ignored, even more so when she was telling someone off. All of the mindless chattel simply smiled stupidly at her and went about their business like they didn't have a brain cell in their bodies. How she hated having to rely on such imbeciles. Having to depend on people, no, servants like these were totally beneath Jessica and her status as a Hamilton. She was in a terrible mood; maybe having the entire hospital staff fired for incompetence would cheer her up some. She would need to have a frank discussion with her father about the matter when he finally noticed her missing and sent someone to pick her up. Gods! Her father was such an asshole! 

Today the nursing staff had woken her up early in the morning, disturbing her sleep with the excuse of 'checking vital signs' and other such bullshit. When they were finally done poking and prodding at the tender spot on her head they had given her a few more painkillers and antibiotics and left her to fall peacefully back into unconsciousness. Then that ass of a doctor had come in and woken her from blissful oblivion to once again check and prod at her bandaged head. He clucked and muttered unintelligent prattle about a concussion and 'taking it easy' for a few weeks until the swelling went down around the back of her skull. 

He had warned the stubborn teenager that all strenuous activities would be detrimental to her recovery; this included things like cheerleading and practicing cheerleading. What sort of nonsense was that? What would she possibly do with all that free time if she couldn't cheerlead? Study? As if! Besides, she had an army of geeky fanatics who worshiped the ground she walked on to do her academic bidding. She had already conned enough nerds and four-eyes to satisfy her GPA until graduation. And if that were not enough, Jessica had enough dirt and sexual harassment on most of her teachers to blackmail them into silence; well, the male teachers at least. Jessica had become very adept at sucking teacher cock to get what she wanted out of them. However, she did not have enough on the few female teachers to aid her much. And she most certainly wouldn't use her feminine charms on them; she didn't swing that way. That is where the nerds were most useful. They filled the gap where sexual blackmail was lacking. 

Jessica once again looked at the tray sitting in front of her with a scowl. This was only the latest insult that had marred her day. The young wisp of a female orderly that brought her the food ensured her that the turkey dinner now sitting in front of her was one of the better meals at the hospital. She would most certainly hate to see what their worst was; probably not unlike the dog food the guard dogs at her estate feasted upon. And how could you exactly qualify this as turkey? The processed turkey carcass and water that was pressure formed into sliceable chunks was unlike any turkey she had eaten before. Just looking at the poor excuse for a holiday bird made her think of SPAM...ugh...Stuff Posing as Meat. She imagined this turkey sliding out of a can with a slurping plop that put her off entirely of even considering eating it. 

And then there were the side dishes. First there was the cranberry sauce, if you could actually call the congealed reddish mess such a thing; it was obviously fresh out of a can and sliced just as easily as her 'turkey'. Jessica would bet there was not anything in that sauce that even resembled an actual cranberry. 

Second, there were the mashed potatoes. It was bad enough that they had covered the pretentious carbohydrates in a thin brown liquid they had the balls to call gravy. Gods! How she despised gravy! How could you deem liquid turkey fat and flour as anything remotely edible? Beyond the disgusting topping, the potatoes were lumpy and obviously a dehydrate substitute. How could someone fuckup potatoes? How could someone fuckup add water and stir? It was likely the entire kitchen staff was bussed to the hospital on short buses; retards, the whole lot of them! Besides, it was one of the simplest vegetables the Gods had put on this earth! Even if it was nothing but starches, sugars, and carbohydrates; something her girlish figure demanded she not ingest. 

But the greatest affront to her delicate digestive system was god damn fucking peas! If there was anything Jessica hated more than anything on the planet, it was god damn fucking peas! Just the look of the vegetable was disturbing. It was small, round, and wrinkled; and if the look of the little abominations didn't throw you off your appetite, the texture would. The taste was just...just...wrong. God damn fucking peas! And they were canned god damn fucking peas at that! Jessica pushed the mobile tray as far away from her as possible in utter disgust. Gods! What she wouldn't give for Chinese takeout at this moment. She would even forgive that slut Rachel Merchant if she brought her Chinese from PF Chang's or something. It turned out the Gods have a sick sense of ironic humor!

************

James and Rachel's stomachs growled in stereo as they made their way from the I-90, I-405 junction towards Bellevue. They looked at one another and laughed aloud; even their stomachs seemed to be in sync today. As James turned the large Ford Excursion to merge on the Bellevue off ramp, Jessica spotted a PF Chang's just east of the exit. 

"How does Chinese sound?" Rachel said as her mouth salivated.

"Sounds like you read my mind...did you read my mind, baby?" James asked his wife playfully.

"Maybe...maybe not," Rachel said cryptically with a smile.

"Refusing to answer my questions, eh? Vell, ve have vays of making you talk Fraulein!" James said in an exaggerated German accent as he placed his hand over Rachel's T-shirt and pulled and stroked her left nipple until it was painfully hard. Rachel gasped then moaned as she allowed the pleasure to wash over her. She was getting to the point of very turned on when James pulled the large SUV into the parking lot, cruelly removing the source of pleasure from her tender nipple. 

"You are such a bastard!" Rachel said, only a hint of anger in her voice.

"What? It takes two hands to turn this beast into the parking lot. I won't have us in an accident just because you were getting close to orgasm," James said as he winked at his mate. Rachel chose to say nothing and stuck her tongue out at her mate.

James exited the vehicle and made his way over to the passenger door to help his mate down to the asphalt. Among the many lessons he learned from his father, gentlemanly conduct and chivalry were two he took to heart. After opening the door he picked up his tiny mate and swung her around playfully until she punched him giggling to put her down. After finishing their play and locking their truck, they made their way into the restaurant hand in hand.

Upon entering the restaurant, James and Rachel's senses were met with a cornucopia of delicious pseudo oriental smells that left their stomachs growling and their mouths salivating in anticipation. They were met at the entrance by a bubbly hostess with blond ringlets who stood no more than 4' 11". She flashed them a stellar smile but spent a moment longer enjoying James's considerable attributes. Rachel decided to be a big girl and let the minor infraction go...this time. She was becoming increasingly possessive of her mate.

"Hi! Welcome to PF Chang's. My name is Bridgett. Is it just the two of you?" she asked as she reached for a couple of menus beneath the counter.

"Yeah, but we are here for takeout, not dine in please," James said politely.

"Sure thing hot stuff! The takeout counter is just over there beyond the double doors," Bridgett said, pointing to a pair of doors down a long hallway. She continued to watch James's sculpted butt as he walked with the small woman arm in arm. Bridgett seethed a bit in unspoken jealousy. That bitch was a lucky, lucky woman to have such a gorgeous sample of manhood wrapped around her. She sighed in resignation as she realized she had no chance with the man and reluctantly turned around to greet the next customer.

James opened the door to the takeout area and followed his mate through the door. They were met by a gothic woman behind a glass serving area who clearly did not enjoy her current employment opportunity. She looked at the couple with a completely bored look and responded with an equally bored greeting.

"Hello, welcome to PF Chang's. My name is Sadie, how may I help you?" the young woman said like she was reading a script she had read a million times before.

Unfazed James smiled at the young woman with way too many piercings and spoke with an easy air, "Hi Sadie. My name is James and this is my wife Rachel. We have quite a large order, is that okay?" Sadie shrugged her shoulders in indifference.

"Okay. I would like one dozen egg rolls, a dozen spring rolls, two orders of spicy chicken, two orders of crisp honey chicken, and a large order of white rice please," James said as Sadie was forced to write down his order.

"What do you want baby?" James asked. This caused Sadie to look up in disbelief. That was all for this one guy? I guess he needs all that because he is so big.

"Um...I would like a dozen spring rolls, two orders of the pepper steak, two orders of the Szechuan beef, and a large order of white rice please," Rachel said. This caused Sadie to actually gasp in utter surprise as she realized this was all for the tiny woman.

"You sure you can eat all that? It's a lot of food," Sadie said.

"Believe me, I know. But we both have very active metabolisms and need a lot of calories to keep going. Don't' worry about us, we do a lot of strenuous workouts to burn the calories," Rachel said this with a saucy look at James and grabbed his butt for good measure. Sadie did not miss the sexual innuendo at all. 

"Okay, is that all?" Sadie asked. The couple had her complete attention now.

"Almost...babe, what do you think Jessica would want? I figure this is as good a peace offering as any. I'm sure she does not like the hospital food at all. If I had to guess, I would say she is probably starving for outside food," James said with a chuckle.

"Good point. She likes the sweat and sour chicken a lot. Give us an order of that with white rice and a couple of spring rolls please," Rachel said.

"What? No mass quantities?" Sadie asked, completely forgetting her place and asking with brazen candor. 

"Not this time, thank you," James said with a reproving look. Sadie caught the look immediately and hung her head behind her black and purple hair. She mumbled a quick apology and disappeared quickly to fill their order.

Rachel and James sat on one the cushioned benches offered to waiting customers. James put his arm around Rachel and pulled his little mate into his muscled embrace. Rachel sighed in satisfaction as she rested her head lovingly on James's strong pectoral muscles. They were lost momentarily in each other and Sadie had to petition them twice to get their attention. 

"Um...your order is ready please," Sadie said with a hint of embarrassment.

"Oh...sorry," Rachel said in her own moment of embarrassment.

James and Rachel followed Sadie over to the payment counter. 

"Your total is $74.28 please," Sadie said as she finished bagging their order into a large takeout bag.

James reached into his wallet and pulled out a $100 bill and handed it to Sadie. As she rung them out, James and Rachel picked up their parcels and started walking towards the exit and their truck. 

"Wait! What about your change?" Sadie asked as Rachel turned and walked after her mate.

"Consider it your tip for good service Sadie," Rachel said as she went through the exit. Needless to say Sadie was somewhat shocked but pleased at such a large tip. Just because of that, her day was just a little bit brighter in this otherwise dreary world.

************

James and Rachel pulled into the visitor's parking lot of Bellevue Medical Center. After saving his wife from the safety harness in the passenger seat and helping her back to Terra Firma, he grabbed his mate in a fireman's carry over his left shoulder and, holding their lunch in his right hand, proceeded towards the entrance. Rachel was giggling and screaming in mock alarm as she beat half-heartedly on her mate's muscular back. Rachel wasn't surprised to see more than a few spectators observing the rather abnormal couple as they walked/carried to the entrance. When James reached the entrance he deposited his mate back on the concrete walkway and smacked her pert backside with a firm slap, making Rachel yelp and rush through the entrance to escape her mate's attention. 

James caught up with his mate on the lam with ease and picked her up making her scream in surprise as he swung her around the large hospital foyer. Rachel dissolved into a fit of giggles as she quickly became dizzy from her mate's aerial acrobatics. A firm clearing of the throat from the information desk brought their fun to an end. A stern short woman was looking at the young couple with a disapproving glare. After a few moments of the evil eye, the woman clucked her tongue with a shake of the head and returned to her administrative duties. Remembering they didn't know what room Jessica resided in, forced the couple to approach the elderly crone in abject humility.

"Um...excuse us. We are looking for Jessica Hamilton. Could you direct us to her room, please?" Rachel asked in her most polite voice.

The woman who earlier rebuked the couple for disorderly conduct shook her head in resignation and turned to her computer to look up the appropriate information. After retrieving the necessary room number she turned back to the young couple with an agitated glare.

"Ms. Hamilton is in room 208," the elderly woman spoke in a short tone. She wished for nothing more than this annoying teenage couple to leave her alone so she could return to her tawdry romance novel. 

"Thank you," James said as he steered Rachel towards the elevators.

Before James could reach around Rachel to push the button to the second floor, Rachel escaped his grasp and ran towards a gift shop she noticed moments before.

"If we are going to be making a peace offering with the wicked witch of the West, I think a bouquet of fresh flowers and a couple of balloons will reap us benefits in the long run," Rachel said as she entered the small shop waiting for her mate to follow.

As James entered the gift shop he saw his mate talking amicably with an elderly matron whose attitude and demeanor were infinitely more pleasant compared to that of the information desk. The woman was smaller than Rachel and nearly two hundred pounds of bubbly round flesh that bespoke too many years of grandkids and baking goodies. However, her rotund figure only added to the grandmotherly aura the women seemed to exude from every pore.

"Well, well. Aren't you a lucky girl? Who is this fine young man?" grandmother asked as she spied James coming through the exit.

"I'm the husband," James said good-naturedly.

"Of course you are," grandmother spoke sagely.

"What can I get you dears?" grandmother asked. She always enjoyed talking with young people. Especially such well behaved ones as these.

"Do you have a dozen roses and a couple of balloons that say 'Get Well'?" Rachel asked hopefully.

Grandmother laughed with a loud clear voice. "Of course dear! This is a hospital after all. I doubt we have anything other than 'Get Well' or 'Feel Better Soon' and the like. As for roses, I have just the thing. You wait right here and I'll be right back," grandmother said after patting Rachel's cheek a couple of times.

I like her! Rachel thought in her mind.

I do to! James thought back.

Just as quickly as she had left, grandmother returned with a dozen fresh red roses in a glass vase and a couple of polychloroprene balloons that indeed said 'Get Well' emblazoned in rainbow colors on the front. 

"Will these do?" she asked.

"They're perfect!" Rachel said with glee.

"I knew they would be dear," grandmother said.

"How much do we owe you?" James asked.

"Ah! For the future Alphas of the Wolfe clan, you can consider them on the house," grandmother spoke. She obviously knew much more than she was letting on.

The look of surprise and confusion on James and Rachel's face was priceless. Both their mouths stood open in shock at her observation. Neither had even suspected she was of supernatural origins. This pleased grandmother immensely, knowing her little trick had fooled even the great Wolfe clan; even if they were still far too young to know better. Grandmother laughed loudly for a few minutes before properly introducing herself.

"I'm Matron Matilda Graham of the Golden Hammer Caste. That's dwarves to you, dear Rachel. I can tell James has not gotten around to properly explaining the different special clans that compose the supernatural world. I don't know what it is with the Wolfe clan men. They always seem to wait until the last possible moment to speak with their mates. Must be unable to work their tongues before necessity absolutely demands it," Matilda guffawed loudly at that.

"I'm sorry I didn't properly introduce myself earlier; I couldn't help having a little fun at your expense. If you'll forgive me, I do love a good practical joke. You obviously already met my older sister Gretchen at the information desk. You will have to forgive her; she has been in a foul mood all week. She found out that her youngest grandson is to be mated to a human coal miner's daughter from West Virginia. She knows that the Alphas have to breed with the humans, but not when it is her own flesh and blood. My sister and I are of that age where racial bigotries are hard to let go. I have, she has not. She obviously doesn't approve of the union and has been stewing in her own juices all week. Stubborn old goat she is. Anyway! It is very nice to meet you both, properly of course. Feel free to stop by any time and chat. I always enjoy catching up on the gossip that floats around in the supernatural world," Matilda winked at the young couple.




Guardian Wolf Ch. 07



James and Rachel spent a few minutes dishing Matilda the latest gossip and news that was going around. When James mentioned that his father was trying to convince his grandfather and grandmother to come during Christmas Matilda snorted loudly.

"Good luck with that. Edward is as stubborn as they come. He is even more disconnected with the human world than we are. He and Elizabeth retired to that isolated community for a good reason, and they don't like leaving the comfort of home. Robert would have an easier time convincing a mule to pull a cart out of frozen mud he would. But if miracles happen and Edward and Elizabeth do come, please do tell them to stop by and give us a kiss and a hello. It has been too many years since I have seen them. I would love to catch up before they head back home," Matilda said. James and Rachel promised they would remember to ask if they came. When they were about to leave, Matilda asked them who they were visiting.

"Just someone we both know. She came in last night with a concussion and we are just bringing her lunch and some flowers," Rachel said.

"It wouldn't be that young blonde girl up on the second floor, now would it?" Matilda asked. Little happened in the hospital that she didn't know about.

Rachel and James both nodded in the affirmative.

"I thought so. Something is off with that one. She has a right strange aura about her. She's human for sure, but there is something almost supernatural about her. It wouldn't surprise me if she is intended for one of your kind. She sure has your aunt Camille in a right fury. All day long she has been going on in a fit about that girl's mother. Something tells me there is bad blood between those two, for sure," Grandma Matilda said, falling back upon her Irish brogue. Again, she had hit the issue right on the head.

James sighed and decided to explain his suspicions about Jessica and Marcus. The more he spoke on the matter, the more Matilda's eyes widened. This was better than the best gossip; the news of this would feed her rumor mill for months. Maybe this information would ease her sister's grumbling about her grandson. Then again, it could just enflame it once more. 

"Well isn't that just a pickle in a barrel full of Herring! I told you, didn't I? I knew there was something off about that girl; a strange aura she has around her. Oh Gods! If Marcus really is her mate, that will have sweet Cami climbing up the bleeding walls for sure. I sure do feel sorry for this girl's mother, even if she is a right down bitch that deserves it. I wouldn't want to be subject to your aunt's fury. She is like a sow Grizzly with her cubs when it comes to matters like this. I won't be surprised to hear that Cami kills the old cunt," Matilda swore.

James and Rachel spoke in the affirmative and then bade the matron grandmother Matilda goodbye. They were now both very fond of her. She bade them goodbye and good luck as they exited her shop and headed towards the elevator.

As they stood in the car waiting for the elevator to take them to the second floor, Rachel asked about something that was bothering her.

"How come we didn't know she was a dwarf? Shouldn't we be able to smell her or something?" Rachel asked, surprised that neither picked up on the matronly old woman.

"Dwarves and Elves are different than us or vampires. Like with mating, they give off a magical aura to identify themselves. Most, especially one as old as Matilda, become very adept at disguising this aura from others; they even learn to disguise their unique smells. It takes a lot of years and proper training to learn to overcome their ability and readily identify them. My grandparents taught my parents and they will teach us. My dad says it is an important trait for the Alphas to know," James explained. Rachel simply nodded her head in acceptance.

The elevator doors suddenly opened and allowed the couple to set foot on the second floor. Before either could react they were accosted by James's Aunt Camille. She seemed very agitated and wanted answers...now! James and Rachel looked at one another and both thought the same thing...OH SHIT!

************

As it turns out, Marcus Wolfe had already been there today. Marcus often came to see his mother at work at least once or twice a month, bringing her lunch and taking the time to catch up since she worked really odd hours at times. When he met his mother at the nurse's station, Cami was in the middle of one of her tirades about Anna Hamilton. Marcus had been witness to more than one of these hellacious monologues; it was the only time his mother actually scared him. Something or someone had definitely singed his mother's fur and it took Marcus a good ten minutes to calm his mother down so he could get some answers out of her.

"It's Jessica Hamilton. Robert Buchanan brought her in last night with a concussion she received at the concert. Apparently James and Rachel were there as well and helped Robert with Jessica. Poor girl had a bump on the back of her head the size of a golf ball and was completely out of it. Well after the doctor had seen her this morning and updated her status, I called Anna Hamilton personally to let her know where her daughter was and what her condition was. The frigid bitch did not even know her own daughter was missing since last night. Stupid cunt dismissed it like I was telling her the god damn weather forecast. She gave one of her patented excuses about being late to a spa appointment or some other bullshit and hung up on me. I swear those two parents will be the death of this girl if she doesn't go and get herself killed first! I should have ripped poor Jessica out of her mother's arms when I had the fucking chance! At least then she would have grown up knowing a source of love." Camille growled as she felt her anger rising again. 

Luckily Marcus was prepared with the proper tools to disarm the bomb now ticking away inside his mother. He had stopped off at Olive Garden and picked up his mother's favorite for lunch. Camille absolutely adored the chicken alfredo and breadsticks from the Garden. The creamy noodles and grilled chicken coupled with the breadsticks were her most favorite comfort foods. Once Marcus produced the bag with the familiar logo on the side, Camille lost all of her fight. Her scowl was replaced with a happy smile as Marcus produced the culinary delights that so easily pacified the storm that was brewing inside his mother. Forgetting for the time being that she was supposed to be mad, she led her son back into the break room and together they dug into their lunch. 

As Cami was practically licking the last dredges of alfredo sauce from the bottom of her container, Marcus produced one last surprise to ensure that the emotional explosive was completely and truly disarmed: tiramisu. His mother Camille squealed and clapped her hands like a child at Christmas time as she spied her favorite dessert. The creamy custard and lady fingers dipped in espresso was a surefire thing to make Camille forget her troubles. Marcus chuckled as his mother's eyes rolled back into her head with that first bite; the groan of pure decadent pleasure was only confirmation she was enjoying the dessert. 

After the dishes were thrown away and everything was properly cleaned, Marcus walked hand in hand with his mother, who was noticeably more pacified since filling her stomach. Camille bade her son to at least go and say hello to Jessica and wish her well while she updated some patient charts. 

Camille was happily singing to herself while she worked on updating contact information and health status for patients currently on her floor when she heard the distinctive growl come from down the hall. She immediately recognized her son and the direction it was coming from. Curious and a little concerned Camille put down the chart and walked the short distance down the hallway to where her son was standing frozen in front of Jessica Hamilton's room. 

Amused, she walked over to her son to see what was going on. When she reached his side she immediately understood the gravity of the situation. Marcus was standing with his shoulders back; his body was locked rigid in concentration. Camille noticed Marcus was breathing heavily, allowing the air to pass over his sensitive nostrils. She sniffed more deeply, allowing her own senses to catalog and classify what her son was so intent upon. When Camille recognized the unique pheromones common to mates, she almost lost her footing. It couldn't be! Not fucking Jessica Hamilton! Not Marcus! OH SHIT! OH FUCKING SHIT!! She was his MATE! Damn all the fucking devils in the nine circles of hell; this was complete BULLSHIT! Camille walked unsteadily back to the nurse's station and collapsed on the office chair. Her head was spinning with the sudden realization that Jessica HAMILTON was her son's mate. 

Not knowing what to do, Camille decided to call her sister and vent. She dialed the house but only received the voice mail; Camille wondered if they were out getting last minute things for their departure to Greece tomorrow. She left a terse and very heated message: 'Maggie, pick up the fucking phone! We need to talk ASAP. It concerns Marcus and a certain family that shall remain nameless. You and Robert better not have known about this shit and kept it from me. Otherwise you and I are going to have more than just a few words twin. Call me back as soon as you get this!' 

After hanging up, she went back to her son who was still standing quietly in the doorway to room 208. His demeanor had changed significantly and now showed complete adoration and love as he watched Jessica sleeping peacefully in her drug induced euphoria. Marcus turned to acknowledge her for the first time. His eyes changed to a possessive stare that Camille was all too familiar with; it was the same stare she received whenever her mate Bill looked at her. Marcus squared his shoulders and faced his mother; his whole body was afire as she smelled the arousal now flowing off her son in waves. He looked her deep in the eyes and said only one word: "MINE!" Camille did not respond to her son's ultimatum of possessive authority. She simply nodded and turned away, walking slowly like a drunkard back to her desk and sank heavily once more into her office chair. 

It was official now. She would have to kill Augustus and Anna Hamilton and kidnap their daughter. The murder didn't bother her so much because she had dreamt of it often over the last seventeen and one half years. Her darkest desires had grown more vivid and detailed after every social event or run in with Anna fucking Hamilton over the years. She despised that cold and callous bitch! How someone could be that frigid was beyond her. The woman treated absolutely everyone with such disdain and contempt that it was beyond comprehension. Every sneer, fake smile, and callous comment had fueled her dark fantasies until they had become an obsession. The ways she dreamt of killing those two bastards had grown in volume over the years. Today she could think of numerous ways, hundreds perhaps, on how to best dispatch two hateful and callous parents without the slightest trace of forensic evidence or remorse. Her brain ran through several scenarios as she willed her psyche to come to grips with the current situation.

Her most favorite scenarios involved kidnapping the two heinous cowards and taking them somewhere deep into a dark forest far into the country side where no one would even consider looking for their sorry corpses. There she would tie them both naked to large trees, shift into full Lycan form and proceed to rip the flesh slowly from their bodies as they shit and pissed themselves in absolute terror. Those scenarios were most satisfying. 

Other scenarios involved more mundane and run of the mill methods of homicide: shooting, stabbing, burning alive (still a very appealing option), feeding them through a wood chipper, dropping them in acid, burying them alive, etc, etc. But nothing appealed to her like going o' natural on their hypocritical asses. No one should treat their children as objects, things to be used then thrown away; especially not two callous and uncaring parents who treated their only daughter as a useful Barbie doll and not their own flesh and blood. Killing them would be so satisfying and very therapeutic from her point of view; she would certainly sleep better at night knowing they were dead. 

But then her rational side would kick in and divert her fantasies back to more logical terrain. Camille knew she would not knowingly kill Jessica's parents in cold blood; despite the obvious appeal she could not, in good conscious, kill the girl's parents and look Jessica in the eyes again. Especially now that she knew she was intended for Marcus. Knowing that your mother took your parent's into the woods and slowly filleted them like two pigs tied to stakes makes for a chilly Christmas. 

But how did they proceed now? Jessica would eventually have to be told of her destiny and the nature of the man whom she was fated to mate. How does someone explain something like the existence of werewolves and vampires to humans? She and Maggie's had been unique circumstances, like all Alpha mating. Their families had been prepared and conditioned over centuries of interaction with the supernatural. It was inevitable and far easier to envision a world beyond the human world. It was still a shock but the moment she and Maggie saw their mates, they knew. Even then their burgeoning wolves had whispered comfort to them, willing them to accept without question or conflict. Would Jessica make the same transition, or would there be considerable consequences? A human female brought into the clan from outside the Alpha lineage was extremely rare. Would Jessica's fragile mind accept her new reality? Would she accept Marcus and the clan?

Camille continued to chew upon this dilemma until her son came up to the nurse's station to say his goodbyes. Marcus was so calm about the matter. Didn't he know of the potential consequences of being related to those two monstrous parents? Didn't he know the psychological torture those two had inflicted upon their own daughter? Camille was chewing on her bottom lip in considerable agitation, ignoring her own son until he came around the desk and wrapped his arms around her, comforting her in his strong embrace. Gods! He was so much like his father. Even a simple reassuring touch helped ease her fears. 

"It will be alright mom. You'll see. I'm not going to rush into this. She needs a lot of space and preparation until she is ready to be turned. Her parents have damaged her too much and for this, I will never forgive them. If it comes to the point where they no longer serve a purpose on this earth, you and I will dispatch them without remorse or compunction. Plus, she needs to be seriously reprogrammed. There is currently too much of her parents in that girl. Besides, what she needs more than anything right now is friends; she needs people that she knows she can rely on for anything. She needs to know that she is accepted for what is inside her and not for her family status or wealth. You and I, Rachel and James, can be the friends she so desperately wants and needs. Since you have known her the longest, I believe you should make the first overture. Help her remember that there are people in this world that truly care for her," Marcus said as he kissed his mother on the cheek and bid her goodbye. 

************

Camille decided to act on her son's intuition and make the first move. Normally she did not interact much with patients on a day to day basis anymore. Her responsibilities as head nurse had increased considerably over the years and she no longer was able to care for patients like she used to. Too often she was confined to a desk filling out nursing schedules, filing budget paperwork, and updating patient status registrars. Every day Camille felt her position becoming more about administration than actual nursing. A job she once adored and immersed herself in wholeheartedly had become tedious and unfulfilling. There was no longer that spark she once enjoyed all those many years ago when she first chose her profession. Sometimes she seriously considering a career change and she was old enough she may need to eventually move to a different field. But that could be a good thing; change was a necessary part of life, especially for those with exceptional life spans such as hers. 

Just before entering the room Camille took a few moments to freshen up, reapply a bit of makeup, and apply a dab of her favorite jasmine perfume; a perfume she had worn everyday without fail for the last seventy-three years. The perfume was unique as it was made primarily out of the Jasmine essential oils and not the more common absolution. The traditional perfume she imported direct from Morocco was horridly expensive, but a little went a long way; it was definitely worth the additional cost. Feeling refreshed and ready to face the world once more, Cami exited the restroom and made her way to room 208.

************

The first thing Jessica Hamilton was aware of as she came out of her deep sleep aided by modern pharmaceuticals was the smell of fresh flowers...but different somehow...Jasmine perhaps? The smell sent her subconscious memory into overdrive as her brain worked to excavate a memory that was long, long forgotten. The images were still very hazy as her mind worked to bring some of her earliest memories from deep within her subconscious vault. It was like blowing the dust off a very old, but very familiar family heirloom. She blinked repeatedly trying to rid her mind of the last few cobwebs surrounding her conscious mind. 

The first thing Jessica saw was a beautiful woman with flowing honey blond hair that fell well below her shoulders and warm hazel eyes that seemed to look past her hard and callous exterior to the soft and vulnerable child beneath. It was both heartwarming and confusing at the same time. Jessica was in unknown territory with this woman; she was unlike all the previous nurses congregating around her over the past twelve hours. She felt like this woman knew her personally; and even stranger, Jessica felt like she knew this woman from somewhere, from a very long time ago. 

As her brain continued on its logical trail of discovery, her thoughts helped trigger a specific neural pathway that had not been used in a long, long time. Jessica could actually feel a pleasant tingling sensation as this neural pathway helped trigger an emotional memory that was buried deep within her Amygdala (the portion of the brain that is thought to contain memories of emotional significance). The response was a blurry sensation of warmth, comfort, contentment, and love...yes love. She loved this woman. Not in a romantic sense of course, but she felt a strong sense of maternal love for this woman; like a daughter would love a mother. This strange and foreign sensation was something she had never felt with Anna. Jessica refrained from referring to the woman who bore her as mother; mother was a loving matronymic used in an emotional capacity. She felt no such emotion towards Anna. Anna was nothing more than a parental egg donor, and an absolute shitty one at that. 

Camille watched in silent amusement as an array of emotions washed over the young girl's face: sleepiness, confusion, acknowledgment, recognition, more confusion, and finally anger and disgust. Camille guessed correctly that these particular emotions were directed solely at her mother Anna. After a few moments allowing the young woman to acclimate to her surroundings, Cami worked to forge a new relationship with this distraught and lonely girl. Of course introductions came first.

"Hello Jessica dear, it's nice to see you finally all grown up. How are you feeling today? Still feelings of headache and nausea?" Cami asked the young woman who was still trying to return to full consciousness.




Guardian Wolf Ch. 08



Okay folks! Here is part eight of Guardian Wolf. I apologize for how long it took me to write this. And this isn't the complete chapter. The complete chapter eight was becoming too long and I had already missed too many promised deadlines in the past. So I decided to break this chapter into smaller parts for easier digestion. This chapter will still be four or five Lit pages and I hope it will be received as well as the last chapter.

Because this is a shorter chapter, I hope to have the second part of my original chapter eight finished and ready to post in a couple of weeks. I appreciate all the patience of my readers and the many e-mails I have received to continue my writing with much encouragement.

A quick note about Jessica Hamilton. I know many of you have expressed a desire for me to continue writing about Marcus and Jessica's relationship. The next installment, chapter nine, will start the sequence of events that will lead to Marcus and Jessica's ultimate happiness. I was debating on how soon to expose Jessica to the Lycan world and the knowledge of werewolves. I decided that sooner was better in terms of the flow of the story. Jessica's life is beginning to unravel and her parents are becoming increasingly hostile. Her father, in particular, is starting to show several signs of psychosis and a loss of reality. This will ultimately affect Jessica's safety and ultimately her life. I figured the sooner she was away from her parent's the better. From a safe and nurturing environment, she will be able to develop and mature into a strong and loving woman. Needless to say, with Jessica away from her parents, the need for Augustus and Anna Hamilton to remain alive becomes less important every day. Augustus still has much to answer for what he has done to the Michelson family. I intend, in the next couple of chapters, that justice will be swift and deadly.

Furthermore, just because Jessica has found her mate does not mean she is out of danger. There are still several figures still to be introduced that would like to see her harmed. She still has much in her life, including her narrow view of the world and much of her persona that needs to be modified. It will be up to Marcus and the family to see that she is cared for and shown the way to true happiness. I intend for Marcus and Jessica's characters to remain a main part of the original story; they will not split off into a separate story of their own. I hope my readers will enjoy the direction I will take their relationship in.

Again warnings as to the content contained herein. This part of the story contains strong sexual content including brief scenes of lesbianism, bondage, and domination. I hope you enjoy this next installment of Guardian Wolf.

-DE

Chapter Twelve -- Tattoos, and Piercings

October 5th -- 6th, 2006

To say that James and Rachel were happy was an understatement; they were ecstatic and on top of the world. The meeting at the hospital had gone better than either one dared to hope. Both knew most of the credit began with Camille and ended with the children. James and Rachel did little but facilitate and allow a place for the emotions to appear. James will be the first to admit that Rachel's idea of taking Jessica up to the children was an absolute stroke of genius; Rachel will be the first not to dispute this fact. It was rather a great idea, if she said so herself.

Now the rest was up to Marcus and Camille to continue Jessica's social reprogramming until James and Rachel could return to help. They both prayed to the Gods that Jessica did not have any serious bitch relapses. The more time new Jessica was allowed to have, the faster old Jessica would disappear. It would be best if they found a way to get Jessica away from her parents. They were the source of all her anger, resentment, and bigotry. Her parents were selfish, deceitful, and close minded; they would never accept what Jessica was destined to become. They would never allow Jessica to reach her full potential, to become the strong, independent woman and mate she was destined to be. The more they thought upon this matter, the more it seemed likely that Anna and Augustus Hamilton would not be long for this world. But how would they go about it? James and Rachel would need to speak with their Aunt Camille after they got back.

But right now was all about them; James had big plans for Rachel tonight. Her punishment for last night's social transgressions had not been forgotten. By tomorrow morning, Rachel would never forget to think before she spoke out in anger. James planned on exploring the extents of Rachel's sexual threshold and pushing her education in new horizons of understanding. But first he had to have Thumper add some decorative yet functional accessories to increase the experience of their mutual sexual exploration. He pointed the SUV away from Bellevue and back towards the Seattle Metropolitan area.

James placed their iPod back into the interface jack and pressed play. He had selected a particular heavy playlist to see just how eclectic his mate's metal tastes actually were. The first song to blast out of the speakers was Amon Amarth's 'Thousand Years of Oppression'; it was a personal favorite. The heavy beat started to thump and James watched as Rachel's head started to beat with the rhythm of the music. Excellent!

By the time they entered the parking lot of Thumper's Tattoo Parlor they had worked their way up to Pantera's 'Walk'; it was an oldie, but still a very goodie. By this time both he and his mate were beating their heads to the rhythm of Dimebag Darrell's crashing guitar riffs. As the song finished and faded out, James killed the engine to the Excursion and went around to the other side to help his mate. Instead of throwing his mate over his shoulder in another fireman's carry, he opted to offer his dear Rachel a piggy back ride, which she gladly accepted. Rachel grabbed the back of James's hair, which oddly enough was still in pigtails, and with a resounding 'Giddy-Up' prodded her mate towards the entrance to their cousin's shop. James, ever the clown, whinnied like a horse and galloped towards the shop with his mate laughing on his back.

Of course, to enter the shop, James had to lose his rider. He would have continued through the door, but it was pretty low. One of the curses of being tall; you tended to crack your head on a lot of things (doors, ceiling fans, light fixtures, etc, etc). With another whinny and a snicker, he bucked Rachel of his shoulders back to the ground; Rachel was still laughing hysterically at her goofy mate's antics. James turned around and nudged his wife tenderly through the entrance with his head much like a horse would nuzzle its rider. This cracked Rachel into fresh gales of laughter.

"It's about time you showed up! Thumper was starting to think you had ditched him," a woman said from behind the receptionist counter.

James wrapped his hands around his mate's waist and penguin walked them up to the desk and the waiting receptionist. Introductions were always first.

"Rachel, I would like to introduce Samantha Kirov. Boris, or Bo-Bo as we affectionately call him, this is his mate," James said.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Samantha," Rachel said cheerfully as she appraised the young woman.

"And you too, Rachel. Welcome to the other side of the looking glass. I'll tell Thumper you are here and see if I can drag my husband away from his customer for an introduction," Sam said as she walked into the back room, her butt wiggling merrily with every step.

"It's about time you two showed up!" said a voice behind Rachel and James, "I was starting to wonder whether you got lost or were simply too busy fucking."

James and Rachel turned around to see the very pregnant Amy come waddling down the stairs that led to a residential apartment above the store.

"Sorry to keep you guys waiting. Thanks to my mate's actions last night at the concert, we had to do some serious damage control with a fellow student before we could make our appointment," James said with a reproving glance at Rachel.

"What happened?" Amy asked in astonishment. The mention of damage control at such a large venue got her interest peaked and her imagination going. Had something terrible happened?

"It's my fault Amy. I did something that was unbecoming a future madam," Rachel said as she lowered her face into her hair.

Now Amy's interest was really peaked. Had Rachel done something that could affect their pack as a whole?

"Okay, spill it!" Amy said.

Rachel proceeded to confess her actions of the previous night and her petty jealousies and insecurities directed at Jessica. Like with Camille, Rachel did not pull any punches and left nothing out. Amy's eyes were round with amazement and something else that Rachel could not immediately place.

"Damn that is so fucking hot!" Amy said. Her reaction surprised both teenagers.

"Sorry. It's the hormones. I am so fucking horny right now I can barely stand it. It has been over three whole weeks since the last time Thumper and I fucked and it is starting to get to me. The doctor said we really should not engage in intercourse until after the boys are born. I like the doctor but he is only human, after all. He could never comprehend the sexual drive that we Lycan have for our mates. Pregnant or not I need to seriously get laid soon or I will go out of my fucking tree. But Tiberius thinks we should listen to the doctor for the twins' sake. Easy for him to say! He is not the one whose hormones are completely out of whack and is constantly horny...well, as horny."

"My Hubby does the best to satiate my needs orally, but there is nothing like your mate's hard cock plundering your dripping cunt. Am I right?" Amy said to the blushing pair.

"You will hear no dissension from me," Rachel said.

"So...tell me. How was it getting fucked in front of ten thousand people and no one was the wiser?" Amy asked with a wicked grin on her face.

"It was actually closer to fifteen thousand and it was one of the hottest things I have ever dreamt of...let alone experienced. I get wet just thinking about it." Rachel said as her cheeks reddened with desire from the recent memory.

"Well having a wet pussy will make things a little easier when you are pierced." Amy said.

"What does a wet pussy have to do with piercing?" Rachel asked, obviously amused.

"Sweetie...just where do you think you were getting pierced today? Hasn't James shown you what he and Robert picked out for you yet?" Amy asked as she stared accusingly at James.

"Honestly I wanted to look, but the big lummox said it would be better as a surprise. So James, honey! Just where...and with what am I getting pierced today, hmm?" Rachel asked as she faced James.

"You are getting pierced in two places," James said as he produced the velvet box from his back pocket. He opened it to display an intricate belly piercing: a white gold chain with three tear-drop emeralds; the total weight was almost one carat. Rachel's eyes grew wide in astonishment at such a lavish and sensual piece of jewelry. However, what caught her interest at the moment was a small loop that was hanging just below the last emerald.

"What's with the loop?" Rachel asked.

"It is so we can connect this chain to your second piercing," James said as he produced a second, unknown jewelry box from his coat pocket. He opened it to reveal what looked very much like an engagement ring.

The ring was every bit as intricate and beautiful as an engagement ring with four small emeralds set in the ring. The only thing that distinguished it from a normal engagement ring was a small loop attached to the center of the ring and its size...it was considerably larger than a ring that would normally fit on her small fingers. Curiosity got the better of Rachel and she simply had to comment on this odd piece of jewelry.

"I thought you said it was impractical for Lycan to wear wedding bands," Rachel said pointing at the box.

"It is. And this is not a ring...well it is...but it doesn't go on your finger," James said this as he looked directly at her Levi covered pussy. James pulled the clitoris ring from the box. There was a rather nasty looking piercing meant to put a hole through her love button. Rachel looked at the ring like it had teeth on it; which, in a way, it had.

"Whoa buster! No one said anything about piercing down there. Don't I get a say in this?" Rachel said as she started to backpedal away from her mate. On one hand the thought of piercing her pussy scared the shit out of her; on the other, it made her pussy gush with arousal. A pair of feminine hands wrapped around Rachel and held her firmly against a bountiful chest.

"Don't worry sweetheart. You will love it. Thumper gave me mine and it makes sex so much more amazing, if you can believe it. I'm just jealous that I didn't think of the connectible belly ring. That is something I am definitely going to get after the pups are born," Amy said as she whispered in her ear, blowing a hot stream of air that made Rachel shiver and go weak at the knees.

Amy turned Rachel around with surprising ease for a woman in her condition and kissed her fully on the lips. Rachel was surprised and aroused all at the same time. This was the first time she had ever kissed a woman and the experience was heady to be certain. Amy released Rachel's lips with an audible pop and a moan from Rachel. She could feel her juices now flowing freely, re-soaking her sodden panties.

"Believe me, it will be fantastic. Here...look at mine," Amy said as she pushed Rachel to her knees to give her a better view that her protruding belly was obstructing. Amy lowered her maternity Levis, stepping out of them to avoid tripping; she wore no panties. She parted her labia to give Rachel a clear view of a large gold ring with an equally large sapphire embedded in the ring. Amy began playing with her clitoris to engorge her love button with blood to better show off her vaginal accessory. The sensations of diddling herself in front of others had her immediately on edge.

"Haa...see...look how bloated and full my clit is with the ring pierced through it. Now imagine a similar ring moving and hitting your clitoris with every thrust as your mate takes you again...and again...and...and...again." Amy said shuddering as a medium size orgasm coursed through her body, momentarily easing her sexual thirst for her mate and lover. A small stream of sexual honey was now running slowly down her thighs.

"Does it really make sex that great?" Rachel asked. Her curiosity was starting to outweigh her reservations about permanently piercing such a private and sensitive part of her anatomy.

"Let me put it this way to you," Amy said as if she were tutoring an exceptionally slow child, "you know our mates are already bigger than most mortal men, right?"

Rachel nodded in understanding, knowing exactly how endowed her James was.

"Now just imagine this little beauty swinging on your clit, intensifying the sensations, every time big boy over there thrusts between your thighs. To put it in context for you, I never ejaculated...or squirted... before I got this piercing when I had an orgasm. Now I am lucky if I don't soak the bed entirely; the sensations are that fantastic," Amy said remembering a time when Tiberius fucked her to so many orgasms in one night, they had to sleep on the floor because their mattress was so saturated with a mixture of cum and pussy juice.

Amy could tell her words were having the desired effect at calming Rachel's worries and ultimately persuading her to get the piercing. Rachel was close, but she wasn't entirely satisfied.

"Who else has a piercing like yours? Is it really that common for Lycan women to get pierced...you know...in their pussy?" Rachel was nearly stammering as she breathed the last of her question. She was wavering between indecision and orgasm with imagery that was floating through her mind. James was making it worse as he provided his own fantastical images to her overworked imagination.

"Absolutely! It is very common, especially among the younger mated pairs. But even the older folks are coming around to the idea. In fact, Thumper's mom and Aunt Maggie came in here last week to get their own clitorises pierced," Amy said.

That little nugget of information threw James for a loop, effectively stopping the endless flow of erogenous imagery he was sending his mate through their ad hoc telepathic connection.

"My mom has her clit pierced? And Aunt Cami? Wow! Please tell me that Camille had Thumper do the piercing." James said. He could only imagine the embarrassment at having to perform that particular piercing.

"It was suggested, but Thumper backed out. As open as we are about sex, some things are still just a little too taboo around here. Piercing your own mother's clitoris is asking a lot of any son, especially my Thumper. It's okay. Samantha performed the piercing for both our moms," Amy said.

"It's cool yet just a little creepy to know my mother has her clitoris pierced," James shuddered involuntarily, "ugh...things that make you go blech!" Both Amy and Rachel laughed at his visible discomfort.

"Well you're not supposed to visualize it dumbass," Amy said with a smile on her face as she watched her cousin involuntarily shudder at the thought of his pierced mommy.

"Yes...but that is like asking someone to not look at a car accident. It is nigh impossible to not look at it. It may be the most horrific and disturbing car accident on the planet but you still have to look. It would drive you mad not to," James said as he justified his involuntary vision of his mother.

"Okay...okay...enough about our mothers. Now you're making it creepy for the rest of us. Rachel, you asked for more proof about clitoral rings. Let me show you someone that has one almost identical to yours. Samantha, could you come in here please?" Amy called across the room. Samantha came bouncing back into the room. Her large breasts bouncing in the loose fitting spaghetti top she was wearing, obviously unhindered by undergarments

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"What's up Ames?" Samantha said cheerily.

"Could you show Rachel your clitoral piercing? She is still just a little apprehensive about having something so sensitive pierced," Amy said.

Samantha suddenly got a wicked grin on her face, "sure thing Amy."

Samantha quickly tore her top off to reveal a pair of immaculate 38D breasts. Rachel gasped to see what appeared like two barbells sitting on each nipple. A long, dual-linked chain came from her breasts to join to a belly ring set in her navel. From there a second chain disappeared beneath the waistline of her tight hip-hugging jeans. There was little doubt as to where and to what that chain was linked to. With another wicked grin and a wink, Samantha quickly unbuttoned and dropped her pants revealing that she did not have any panties. When Samantha stood back up again, Rachel gasped to see that the chain did indeed connect to a similar clitoral ring, like the one James wanted to adorn her pussy. But more than that, Samantha's labia were heavily pierced with similar barbells like those on her breasts.

"Doesn't that hurt?" Rachel gasped as she looked at Samantha's hardware.

"The initial piercing scared me as much as you, but Boris was insistent that I get my clit pierced. Now I can't imagine not having it there. It makes the sex absolutely fantastic. I got the navel ring after our last pups were born as kind of a post maternity present. The chain attached between them is just gravy. Trust me...it magnifies your orgasms by ten-fold," Rachel said with an erotic look in her eyes.




Guardian Wolf Ch. 08



"I don't know if I can handle a ten-fold orgasm from big boy over here. I pass out from the orgasms he gives me already," Rachel said, a little embarrassed at her admission.

"That is just because you are new to the orgasm game. Once your body becomes accustomed to this level of arousal, your sensitivity will wane just a bit. The clitoral and belly button rings just add that additional kick that will remind you of the very first time James took you. Believe me...I always remember the first time Boris and I made love, each time he is between my legs now. The sex is always amazing. Ask any one that has a piercing; it not only looks cool but it feels awesome," Samantha said with a far off look in her eyes as she remembered a particularly hot sexual encounter as Boris took her over the tattoo chair after hours. Damn her man could fuck!

"What's with the nipple piercings Sam? Doesn't that interfere with you nursing the boys?" James asked. He was intrigued by the piercings; he never imagined he could pierce Rachel's nipples.

"Oh, these? These aren't piercings, they're nipple clamps," Samantha said as she pinched the two barbells together, removing the clamp from her left breast; and unhooking it from the chain, handed it to James. A small drop of milk escaped from her nipples as the pressure was released from her sensitive nipples. No one missed the shudder of pleasure that occurred when Samantha removed the clamps.

"Boris made me wear those today for being extra naughty for a minor infraction involving a female customer yesterday. I have to wear those all day attached to my belly and clitoral rings. He says I am not allowed to climax or he will severely "punish me" after the boys go down for the night," Samantha said as she did the customary air quotes. All present could tell that it would be punishment for neither Samantha nor Boris.

"That is cool! I'll have to remember that for tonight during your own punishment," James said as he reminded Rachel that he was still planning on tonight, pinching her nipple harshly, making her gasp in painful delight and drenching her already wet panties. He handed the nipple clamp back to Samantha to be replaced on her left breast.

"Oooh...punishment....do tell. Was it something exceptionally naughty?" Samantha's eyes lit up at the mention of the p-word.

Rachel retold her less than stellar performance at the arena last night and how her actions could have seriously damaged her relationship with Marcus.

"Our Marcus is supposed to mate Jessica Hamilton? God...does mom know? She has a serious bone to pick with Anna "the wicked bitch from Hell" Hamilton. There is no way this is going to end well for the Hamilton's," Amy said, echoing an unsaid knowledge that Augustus and Anna Hamilton may not be living for too much longer.

"She knows...believe me. But enough of that. Let's get this show on the road. We still have a lot of packing to do before we head up to the cabin tomorrow. Rachel and I still have to stop off at the store tonight to get all the perishable foods for the cabin for the next month," James said.

"Yeah...let's get this over with. I know I am on the wrong end of a losing battle. But if I don't have as massive an orgasm as you two say I will, we will have words," Rachel said. Both Samantha and Amy laughed and winked at each other. Samantha was kind enough to help Amy put on her maternity pants after buttoning up her own.

"Deal! Come on, let's go introduce you to my Bo-Bo," Samantha said.

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Boris Kirov was the quintessential image of counter-culture perfection. For all appearances he was a rebellious young man who had many issues against his parents and society as a whole. His dark black hair was kept in a long pony tail held by leather longs. He also kept a long, fu-manchu beard that nearly came to his waist; this also was tide neatly with leather thongs. His arms and neck were heavily tattooed; an adornment of artistic expression and self-discovery, painting a veritable history of his life and loves on his skin. To many people, seeing such a man would cause them to second guess walking on the same side of the street as such a gruff and inhospitable exterior suggested.

But to those that personally knew Boris, or Bo-Bo, as he was affectionately called by his close friends and family, Boris was a man who was bigger than life with a heart of gold, even if his physical stature was slightly diminutive at 5'8". He loved his mate, his children, and his art with such passion and fervor that no one could dispute where his heart truly lied in the grand scheme of things. He was a walking enigma, cold and callous looking on the outside but warm and friendly to those he called friends and family.

Ever since meeting his mate ten years earlier and leaving his clan and previous life behind in St. Petersburg, Boris had blossomed into his intended role and love as a tattoo artist; a role that would never have borne fruit under his own clan's archaic and strict outlook on life. Things such as art and music were nice distractions for the human world and other clans, but it was no way to make a living as a member of the Fenris clan. They were better than that. They were entitled to so much more as one of the ruling classes in Soviet, and subsequently Russian society. They had outlived the empires of Peter the Great and Ivan the Terrible, flourished during the Era of the Romanovs, and weathered the bitter storm of Communism. Theirs was a history rich in tradition and entitlement; they were the ruling elite.

This was not a life Boris had any intention of sharing. Boris abhorred flaunting his wealth and privilege around others, much to the detriment of his family. His father and ruling Beta Superior expected great things from his son, expecting Boris to one day succeed him as Beta Superior. His mother, a ravishing raven-haired beauty named Natalia, was his only shelter from his father's withering scorn when it came to Boris's love of art. His father Viktor Kirov tolerated his son's dalliance in such a pastime while he was young, but when it came time for finishing school and to enter University, his father put his foot down. No son of his would waste his time painting pictures in some vain pursuit for acceptance. Boris would choose a career that was befitting his station in life and hierarchy within the clan. Boris was Viktor's heir apparent; he would one day become second in command to their Alpha; a powerful position for one of the largest clans in all of Russia.

To appease his father, Boris chose a field in computer programming and mathematics. But a concession was reached between the two, father and son; Boris would be allowed to travel and study abroad. Boris was overjoyed and quickly enrolled at Harvard University with his father's blessings. After completing dual bachelors' degrees in computer science and mathematics, he applied and was accepted to MIT. Here he continued his masters and doctoral thesis graduating Summa Cum Laude.

Of course Boris did not spend the entire time studying during his years at University. Like many of his kind, he had come to the Rites of Ascension without a mate. Unlike the Alpha lineage, there was no easy way of finding one's mate...and the world was a very large place. During the summer months Boris took sabbatical leave of his studies to pursue signs of his mate. He traveled across the country looking for his intended. Boris had known for a long time that his intended mate was somewhere in Northern America. But with every passing summer he became more and more discouraged at not being able to find his mate. He would have to return home once his doctoral thesis was accepted. His father was most anxious for his return to begin training Boris as Beta Superior. After eight long years Boris had little recourse than to return home to his mother and father in St. Petersburg. Finding ones mate was an ultimate eventuality, but the time spent without a mate by your side was soul wrenching.

Upon his return his father was happy to announce that the reigning Alpha's youngest and only male heir had been chosen to lead the clan; better yet, his Rite of Ascension was quickly approaching. There was little time to help prepare Boris to succeed Viktor. His tutelage would begin immediately.

Now Boris knew the young Alpha apparent; his name was Roman...Roman Pankov. He was a young boy when Boris went abroad to study; but even as a young boy, Boris knew the child would grow into a pretentious, spoiled prick. To Boris's great dismay, Roman did little to disappoint his initial evaluation of the eventual Alpha. Roman was as much a spoiled, chauvinistic, arrogant son of a bitch if he had ever met one; and Boris had met many. From the time the lad was a toddler, his father and mother had filled his head with nonsense and continuously reminded the little brat that he was the only male heir; his sisters had no claim of authority to clan Alpha. Now, just shy of his eighteenth birthday, the little shit was already so full of himself few could be in the room without injuring the boy's over-inflated ego.

And if that were not enough, his intended mate was a girl from one of the most prestigious and oldest families in all of Russia...Anastasia Khodorkovsky Her father had amassed a great fortune in oil and mineral rights and land exploration; her mother was descended from Russian and Finnish aristocracy. They were wealthy beyond measure, entitled and just as arrogant as the Pankov's. And coming from such a prestigious and old family, the girl was as empty and egotistical as her intended mate...a match made in Heaven...or Hell, depending on one's point of view. It was commented more than once that while exceptionally decorative, Anastasia Khodorkovsky had little else to bring to this mating. It was well known that beyond her beauty and obvious sexual appeal, Anastasia's mental acuity rivaled only very old cheese and certain bacterial strains of Influenza. Boris knew that serving these two empty headed egotists would be a sentence worse than an eternity in the nine circles of Hell. Had Boris run over Mother Luna's dog in a previous life and not apologized? Suffice it to say, this was one sentence Boris had no intention of serving.

Boris knew he could not stay with his clan and serve this young whelp of an Alpha in good conscience. If not for the enormous respect he held for the current Alpha and his own father, Boris would enjoy challenging, beating, and subsequently pulling Roman's arrogant head through his even more arrogant ass. This left little recourse for Boris. To leave the pack was risking banishment and eternal shame for yourself and your progeny. To leave the pack as the heir apparent to such a prestigious role as Beta Superior ensured that Boris would never be able to return to his pack's territory nor his clan's. He would be erased from everything that made one a Fenris. If he ever tried to return to his pack, he would be torn limb from limb.

Fortunately, Boris had seen this eventuality coming. He had saved a considerable amount of money that would allow him to live anywhere in the world quite comfortably for many years. With his knowledge, education, and natural talent Boris could secure any number of jobs in prestigious and lucrative positions. But Boris saw this reality as a means to a greater eventuality. He was free from the bonds of ritual and heritage to forge his own destiny and create his own identity. He left his clan and heritage with only a brief and tearful moment with his mother Natalia; she was the only one he would truly miss. His father refused to even acknowledge or look at his son; in all respects, Viktor's son was now dead to him.

Boris spent the next couple of years painting near the Old National Gallery near the center of Berlin. He would have loved to stay near the Hermitage in St. Petersburg, but it was abundantly clear he was not welcome anywhere near his homeland. The museum island was a mecca of artistic discovery to Boris and he spent nearly every free moment exploring and appreciating the centuries of art and sculpture the area had to provide. But western Berlin was a little too fancy for his tastes and he chose to live in a part of the old Eastern Bloc.

Since the unification of Germany, much of what was Eastern Berlin was still undergoing a financial and aesthetic transformation to reflect its new western values; in many places it was clearly visible that the transformation from Soviet Era construction was slow going indeed. But Boris did not mind the Soviet era buildings and surroundings; he had grown up around such things. Plus there were definite economical values to living in the more...um...historical parts of Berlin. The small flat he rented above an older German GastHaus was sufficient for his minimal needs as a "starving" artist. He either took a bus or tram to the different museums to paint or explore and he rode his bicycle when weather permitted. But this would all soon change once his beloved mate came into his life.

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Samantha Kirov was not always the flamboyant and outgoing female that James and Rachel came to know and love. Before she met Boris she was Samantha Walcott, youngest daughter to Alpha Michael Walcott of the Archer Clan. Okay, she was not his actual daughter but his niece. Michaels mate Delilah's beloved brother Devon and his young wife Susan died tragically in a car crash coming home from the hospital with their infant daughter Samantha. They were a young, happy couple who were overjoyed with their first child and daughter. Tragically this happiness was cut short when a semi-tractor trailer hit black ice and hit their station wagon head on. Miraculously Samantha was spared.

Delilah and Michael were heartbroken but overjoyed to welcome a new member into the family. But how would they properly raise a human child within a Lycan family? Michael sought the advice and wisdom of the fates: Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos. The fates had unfortunately foreseen this coming and had prepared and answer for the eventual meeting with the puzzled step-father. It was decided that young Samantha would be raised as a daughter of an Alpha and, upon her eighteenth birthday, would be given the choice whether to be turned or not. The Rites of Ascension would allow Michael to turn his daughter into a Lycan upon her eighteenth birthday. Nothing was said about the chosen mate that would be searching for Samantha once she was turned. But it was correctly assumed that if she chose to turn, there would be someone waiting in the world to claim her as his own.

Samantha Walcott became an official member of the Archer Clan with the signing of the adoption papers that very day. From the very beginning she was welcomed and loved by her adopted brothers and sisters. The older siblings, especially the daughters were excited to have a new baby around the house and quickly helped their parents as nursemaids and nannies. No sibling ever thought upon the fact that this young child was not of their bloodline; she was simply a sister and beloved member of the pack.  

Samantha quickly grew into a happy and rambunctious girl. She loved her adopted family with every ounce of her being and showed it often to every member of the household. She never even considered it odd or out of place that her siblings were able to shift into wolves and back again. This was the natural order of things in Samantha's mind. At an early age however, it was impressed upon their child that it was important to keep such things secret from her friends at school; it was a secret that should be held to her last dying breath. Even at such a tender age, Samantha understood the gravity of such a secret. If she told someone, they would come and hurt her family; she would never, never allow such a thing to happen.

The only thing that Samantha regretted was not being a true member of the pack. She understood that she was a member of the family and would always be treated as an equal, but the ability to run openly with the pack during the monthly runs and to play rough with her brothers and sisters was something that Samantha dearly hoped and prayed for. It was not until her twelfth birthday and the onset of puberty that she began to understand that her fate could be changed one day and she would have the opportunity to truly indulge in her wild side.

She began to have increasingly strange and erotic dreams and visions of running through the forest with a male she instinctively recognized as her mate. Samantha knew that her mate came from a foreign land far to the east and spoke a language entirely not her own. But she also recognized the undying love this man felt for her and sensed a kindred spirit who she could spend the rest of her life with, no matter how long that might be. Each time she woke she found she was extremely aroused and her bed wet. The first time this happened she thought she had somehow wet the bed and spoke to her mother about it. Her mother explained what was happening and simply explained this was part of becoming a woman and to explore these dreams and try to decipher meaning. Delilah stopped short of openly telling her daughter it was perfectly okay to masturbate, but she figured her daughter would figure such a thing out shortly.

Finally the day of her eighteenth birthday arrived and she was eagerly waiting the night when she would finally join her family and clan as a full member of the pack. She had spoken in great length with her father about letting him change her. Her father was more than happy to bring about the change but he wanted to be perfectly clear to his daughter of her intentions to join the pack and the great responsibility such a thing would entail. Finally the time came and Samantha joined the rest of her family and pack, naked as the day she was born. At first she was a little self-conscious to be around her father and mother nude, but the moment passed and she saw it as just another step to full acceptance of her situation.

The three fates were present and they blessed and praised Samantha for her decision and promised her that she would be richly rewarded in happiness and family because she made such a difficult decision. But the decision was a moot point; the decision had been made for her the moment she awoke wet and aroused from that first dream detailing her future with her intended mate.

Taking her rightful place within the sacred circle with her father, Samantha watched in wonder as the sacred circle with its old and enchanted runes began to glow with an intense and somewhat eerie blue light. Suddenly a column of light engulfed her and her father in a blinding blue glow. Michael Walcott looked one last time at his daughter, a girl he had raised from an infant and treated her as his own, looking for any sign of doubt or second thoughts. But Samantha was more than ready and she nodded to her father, entreating him to change her and her future forever. With that final nod, Michael shifted to full Lycan and buried his fangs deeply in his daughter's right shoulder. The left shoulder was reserved solely for her mate.

Samantha winced at the brief pain as her father's teeth sank into her tender flesh and then it was gone. The light faded and she embraced her father with tears of joy. Michael embraced his daughter and new member of the pack with tears of his own. Suddenly the large hall became deafening as each member of the pack raised their heads to the heavens and welcomed their new sister with joyful howls. She was now a member of the Archer clan forever.

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Almost four years had passed since that blessed night when Mother Luna had seen fit to bestow her gift upon an adopted daughter. Since then she had enjoyed many a run with her family and pack; she had enjoyed rough housing with her brothers and sisters; she had also enjoyed the quiet moments after the pack runs when each mated pair mounted their respective mate and rode to mutual enjoyment and completion. The only regret is that she had not yet found her intended to enjoy such pleasures. But she knew the time was drawing close to when she would finally be taken by her mate and made a woman in every sense of the word.




Guardian Wolf Ch. 08



Samantha had attended her father's university and graduated with honors with dual Masters Degrees in art history and fine art. She was not entirely sure why she had chosen such a route to study, but she knew that it was closely related to how she would spend the rest of eternity with her mate. She knew that her intended was an artist from the dreams that had continued since puberty. The only change is since the Rites of Ascension the dreams had increased in number and intensity. There was rarely a night where she did not wake aroused and wet, needing to masturbate feverishly to a shattering release before sleep would take her once more.

Upon graduating from Pacific Northern University, Michael surprised his daughter with a month long trip that would take her east and across the Atlantic to view the greatest art galleries Europe had to offer. Samantha embraced her father and mother in a profuse showing of gratitude. The next week Samantha left for England and a trip that would change her life forever and complete her long held need for her mate.

It was exactly two weeks since Samantha had left her parents in Washington to travel and experience the great art museums that Europe was renowned for. She had been spending the last couple of days exploring the rich culture that Germany and especially Berlin had to offer. It was an unusually warm and humid day in the late afternoon of Berlin when Samantha walked into the Old National Gallery. The moment she passed the entryway into the main foyer, the air conditioning was not the only thing that excited her senses.

A way of pheromones hit Samantha in the face like a shot of hundred-proof whiskey. Her mouth began to water and her panties were instantly soaked as her pussy exuded womanly honey in preparation for penetration. Her mate was here! He was somewhere in this building, she knew it with every increasing beat of her heart! She could practically taste the masculine pheromones inundating every olfactory receptor and touching every synapse in her brain. Any thoughts of leisurely perusing the centuries of fantastic art were instantly forgotten and Samantha immediately began a frantic search for her beloved mate.

Boris sat on one of the many museum benches with his head against a wall, idly sketching a wonderful piece by Edgar Degas called 'Musicians in the Orchestra' temporarily on loan from the National Hermitage in his beloved St. Petersburg. It had been many years since he had last seen this piece and he was ecstatic to hear that the museum would be showing the piece for the next month. But the Degas and his sketch were immediately forgotten when his intended mate's pheromones assaulted his senses, making him drunk with lust. His wolf wanted to immediately seek out and claim their mate but Boris begged patience and wait for their mate to come to them.

Boris ripped out his current drawing from his sketch book and began frantically drawing a sketch of his mate with the charcoal. He had a picture of his mate in his mind and he wanted to see how accurate his imagination (intuition?) may be. Once his drawing was crudely sketched he began to fill in the details as he awaited the arrival of his mate. He didn't have to wait long. A few minutes passed and in walked the most gorgeous creature his mind could ever have created; his drawing did not do her justice. Boris thought of immediately identifying himself to his intended, but he decided to wait and see how long it took her to find him. He was partially hidden behind a sculpture that adjoined the wall he now sat against. The few seconds it took for Samantha to identify the source of the pheromones were agonizingly slow to Boris and he had to hold his sketch book tightly lest he start to shake and prematurely give himself away.

Samantha saw her mate immediately when she walked into the 19th century impressionist wing. He was trying to coyly hide behind a sculpture by Ludwig Michael Schwanthaler and she could see him feverishly sketching what she supposed was a picture of her. Her wolf wanted her to go directly and claim her mate as both so desperately wanted, but Samantha decided to play coy. She walked briefly around the large rectangular wing, admiring all that this part of the museum had to offer. She surreptitiously kept her mate within her peripheral vision and she put extra effort into walking with an extra bounce and shake of her ass when she moved from painting to painting. She almost laughed when she saw her mate with his mouth open, almost watering with lecherous hunger, as she moved about the room careful to avoid eye contact.

Boris could tell when he was being played with. The minx knew he was here and knew who he was but decidedly ignoring him on purpose. Her ass bounced delightfully in her tight jeans as she walked with increasing exaggeration through the exhibit. He noticed the wicked gleam in her eye and a small smile spread across her face as she tried, poorly, to keep her excitement to a minimum. As she rounded the abutment that held Schwanthaler's sculpture, Boris could no longer hold back his wolf from capturing their mate.

Just as Samantha was coming into view he reached out with his hands pulling a shrieking and laughing Samantha into his lap. He looked at his mate with wonder and adoration, seeing this most beautiful creature was finally his for the taking. The pheromones, excreted between the pair, were suffocating to the point of saturation. One could literally taste the pheromones in their mouths. Boris could no longer hold back and he sought out Samantha's mouth with a hunger only a starving man could truly appreciate.

The initial coupling was hot and intense; each was trying to devour the other in an attempt to make this moment last, neither wanting it to end. Samantha began to rub her ass along the considerable tumescent mound of flesh she felt growing down Boris's left pant leg. The act had the desired effect, causing Boris to growl in frustration and need. He pulled hungrily at his mate's bottom lip with ferocity, eliciting an excited whimper from Samantha. Without a word, Boris rose with Samantha in his arms and exited the museum with a quick but politely restrained walk.

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As the pair waited patiently for the light-rail to take them East towards Boxhagener Strasse and Boris's small flat, Samantha and Boris talked in excited whispers as each reevaluated their mate. There was no criticism in their evaluation, only love and excitement at finding each other and learning about their new mate. There was much sexual tension between the two and it was all both could do to restrain themselves from rutting right there on the train floor. Their patience was quickly evaporating with every kilometer as they neared Boris's flat.

Boris was smaller than Samantha had imagined. True he was still a couple of inches taller than she at 5'6 and him at 5'8", but she pictured her mate just a little bit taller. Of course, Samantha's only references were the immediate male members of her clan; her father and all of her brothers were well above six feet tall. Even her youngest brother Forest was quickly breaking through the six foot barrier as he approached his sixteenth birthday. That boy was going to be a big son a bitch when he went through the Rites of Ascension.

She was not really surprised about Boris's appearance; she knew that as an artist her mate would be just a little off center and would be just outside the boundaries of what polite society called 'normal'. Well fuck polite society, this was her mate and she didn't give a fuck what he looked like. She was amazed at how his pony tail and beard both came to just above his waist; both were clean, brushed, and neatly restrained with pieces of leather thong. Samantha could not resist caressing and softly pulling on Boris's beard, making him growl in approval and lust. Even though many would consider him short for a Lycan, she knew that her man was anything but small. She could feel Boris's considerable piece of man flesh still tucked obscenely in his left pant leg; she softly caressed it with her hand, eliciting a warning growl from her mate. It would take very little to coerce him into action and claiming her in front of a dozen or more people in the small compartment. This thought alone made her panties soaked and her pussy itch with increasing need.

Apart from Boris's obvious masculine appendage, her mate was exceptionally strong and exhibited much muscular definition, apparent from the old Led Zepplin T-shirt stretched over his well-defined arms and chest. Each arm was easily the size of her thigh. In short, apart from his lack of height, Boris exceeded her wildest imaginations and hopes in a mate, lover, and eventual father. She knew that there pups would be both strong and beautiful.

Likewise, Boris could not keep his eyes of this gorgeous creature that would shortly become his wife and soul mate as soon as he could bury his fangs and his cock deep into her flesh. She was nothing like the women he had known in Russia. In his beloved country, either through necessity or choice, being thin as a rail was in. The future Alpha's mate was exceedingly thin with oversized melons that made her look like one of those American dolls his sisters had coveted when they were younger. Boris often joked with his friends that the young Alpha would break his new mate the first time they coupled.

Not his Samantha. No she had meat on her bones. Samantha was not fat of course, such a thing was unheard of in the Lycan world; their metabolism was simply too high for much fat to accumulate. Even with their high calorie intake each day, both were in peak physical condition. Samantha had a wider frame than was normal for Russian girls; her hips were generous and designed for birthing. He breasts were large at a 38C which were more than sufficient for Boris. By the Gods Boris will love breeding his fine bitch when she came into heat. He could barely breathe as he considered her plump and heavy, walking about with her stomach swollen with their pups. This fucking train better arrive at his shitty apartment soon or he would not be responsible for his wolf's actions.

By the time the train stopped in the plaza directly across from the GastHaus that supported his flat, both mates were giddy and shaking with sexual tension and excitement. The moment the doors opened, Boris scooped up his beloved Samantha and ran the few hundred meters across the plaza and up the old stairwell that led to his....no...their apartment. The door was barely closed behind the oversexed pair before clothes were literally rent from each other's bodies.

As buttons flew and material was quickly torn and discarded from their bodies, Boris grabbed his mate and pinned her violently against the old Soviet wall, knocking pieces of plaster onto the floor. Samantha gasped in pain and excitement as Boris, wasting no time, thrust deeply into her virgin sheath, tearing through the thin membrane that protected her womanhood. She cried in pain and lust as Boris came to a halt to allow his newly deflowered mate a moment to become accustomed to his large size. His penis was a bit smaller than most of his kind, only at nine inches, but his girth was considerable indeed.

The pain quickly ended and all that Samantha could feel was the delightful stretching of her tight pussy and the feeling of being completely full with her lover's cock. Gods he was huge! His girth alone was stretching her vaginal canal to its limits. Samantha had difficulty breathing, hyperventilating as she felt the initial stirrings of an incredible orgasm and Boris had done nothing but enter her. As Boris began to thrust deeply into her tunnel, brushing repeatedly against her Cervix, the only noises that Samantha was able to emit were grunts and gasps. The feeling of an overpowering orgasm continued to grow with every plunge of her mate's turgid flesh. With each thrust of his powerful hips, his majestic cock brushed delightfully over Samantha's clitoris, bringing her ever closer to her own release.

The coupling soon took a frantic pace as each other ground against the other's pelvis...soliciting, pleading for the other to come. Boris continually banged Samantha harshly against the wall, bits of plaster and dust falling into their hair and onto the floor as their coupling became more violent. The scratches and bruises the rough plaster were causing only drove Samantha higher in need for orgasm; the additional pain was overloading her senses and she panted and cursed, pleading with her mate to bring them to completion.

As their mutual orgasms locked their bodies together in a thunderous climatic experience, Boris sank his fangs deeply into Samantha's flesh, marking her as his alone for eternity. The extra pain of his fangs entering her flesh was enough for Samantha to scream in anguish as she climaxed. Her teeth sank into her mate's left shoulder and her elongated claws drew blood as she raked them deeply across Boris's back, making Boris grunt in pain and release more of his potent sperm into her overflowing channel. The mixture of pleasure and pain was a heady and intoxicating experience for them both.

Upon their marking, their minds connected and were forever linked together. A flooding of memories, experiences, and knowledge screamed into each other's brains as each instantly shared their accumulated knowledge with each other through the telepathic link. The experience was so taxing upon their brains and bodies that Boris fell limp, taking an unconscious Samantha with him as they fell to the floor.

The following two weeks were spent in a whirlwind of sight-seeing and blinding sexual experiences as each mate explored the other's perverse and often painful fantasies. It was of little surprise that their small apartment did not survive their coupling as they rutted and screwed across every surface they could find within the tiny studio apartment. Several holes were evident in the thin plaster as their torrid lovemaking took its toll on the cheap Soviet era construction.

The small metal table where Boris and Samantha took their evening meals did not last the third night of love making as Boris took his mate repeatedly in several positions on shaking legs and groaning metal. The last position consisted of Samantha bent over the table holding on for dear life as Boris pounded the shit out of her tender pussy and tenderized her pert behind through continual spanking of her ass cheeks. The final slap of her then fire engine ass caused Samantha to scream like a banshee, squirt like a fire hose, and collapse the table all as Boris continually rode out their mutual orgasm, following his unconscious lover to the floor. They landed in a sticky wet heap, Boris's cock still buried securely in Samantha's pussy, emptying the final contents of his bloated balls.

Their small double bed met a similar fate by the end of the week, and both were soon sleeping on only the mattress by the end of the second week. Suffice it to say, their love making would lead to a much needed renovation and upgrade for the tiny apartment. The landlord and owner of the GastHaus was most displeased and upset at the state of his one and only apartment. The noise alone from their lovemaking was leading several of the staff and customers to amused distraction as they often sat quietly listening to the loud and uninhibited sexual cacophony coming from the flat above their heads. Bets were soon being made as to how many orgasms Boris could give Samantha in a single coupling. His customers were doing more listening than drinking, the very essence of his livelihood.

But after a promise that the young couple would soon be leaving to return to America and a generous donation of several thousand American dollars into the rebuilding of the flat quickly silenced any complaints the old gentleman may have had and by the time they left for the airport, they left as fast friends and promised to return often to see the old man and share a generous Liter of good German beer with their former landlord. He even offered them the newly remodeled apartment above the GastHaus. He only asked that they pay handsomely for anything and everything they broke during their more Olympic style fuckings. And of course, to keep the noise down to a dull roar.

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It was obvious that Boris's fate was tied to his mate and wherever she would go, he would willingly follow. He could not return to his beloved homeland and he had grown tired of living in near poverty in Europe. Despite his considerable wealth safely hidden away in several banks throughout the world and an opportunity to travel to any destination they chose, the couple decided that returning to Samantha's pack would be ideal. Samantha missed her parents desperately and was excited to return with Boris in tow. Boris was overwhelmed and excited to once again be part of a pack and make a meaningful contribution. He missed the loyalty and camaraderie that belonging to a pack afforded one. His exile over the last two years had made it clear through loneliness and loss of kin that being a lone wolf, even a lone mated wolf was not a life that he wished for.

After a short layover in New York City at JFK and a quick call to the folks, letting them know she would shortly be home and with her mate, the pair made it back to the Archer clan almost a month to the day since Samantha left home. Michael and Delilah were delighted to know that Samantha had met her soul mate and welcomed Boris with open arms and open hearts. His former pack was mentioned only once when Michael Archer retorted that Boris's father was a stubborn fool and the Alpha apparent would quickly lead the Fenris clan into ruin and would most likely be ousted within a couple of years. Michael lamented the loss Boris felt for his clan and especially his mother, but promised Boris he would never be treated as anything but a full-fledged member of the Archer clan. Boris was home to stay.

Boris and Samantha were quickly given a small home to live in on the Archer compound and were soon introduced to Robert and Maggie Wolfe, and the neighboring Wolfe clan. Boris and Samantha were treated as surrogate members of the Wolfe clan and were shown an effusive display of warmth, love, and friendship. Boris had never known such love and friendship existed, even within his own clan. Even while a member of the Fenris, Boris often felt like an outsider because of his love of art and his refusal to openly flaunt his wealth and treat everyone else as lowly subjects. This was truly his clan now, he felt whole again. He had a clan, a pack, and a mate to call his own once more.

The first week in their new home, Samantha came into heat. Boris and Samantha again fucked and sucked their way across every possible surface of their new home, effectively christening the house as their own. Boris pumped Samantha full with what felt like gallons of virile seed. Samantha often complained...not really, but she had to make a show of it...that Boris always left her messy and leaking like a sieve. Not one to disappoint his mate and lover, Boris happily lapped and sucked their combined juices from his mate's overheated sex until she was begging and pleading to again 'fuck the shit out of me' and 'breed this horny, hot bitch'! Again, Boris was always happy to appease his mate and quickly and effectively bred his bitch until neither one could stand upright.

Now that his wife was sufficiently impregnated with his seed and soon expecting a child (children?) Boris felt it was time to now seek a profession that would not only help provide for his growing family but feed his artistic desires. Boris had always been fascinated with tattoos. A short holiday to the Netherlands had led him to a tattoo parlor where a grizzled old stone mason from Georgia (that's the country, not the state) had retired to after his wife passed. Having no immediate family and no desire to stay in a decaying infrastructure after the collapse of the Soviet Union, the old gentleman emigrated to the Netherlands were he applied his old trade of stone carving, but in a new medium. He now created works of art out of warm human flesh, instead of cold marble or granite.




Guardian Wolf Ch. 08



The old gentleman, a man named Vasiley Volkov, was delighted to meet a fellow Russian there in the Netherlands. He had experienced much trouble learning Dutch over the few short years since he moved here...so different from their native tongue...and it was so nice to converse in Russian once more. Boris was delighted to regale the old man with stories that had happened since leaving Russia and what he had been doing since he also left. He explained what he went to school for and the gentleman thought that was very impressive indeed, but understood it was not what Boris loved to do or what he wanted to do with the rest of his life.

Vasiley was very wise for his age; he had learned much living a life filled with uncertainty, doubt, hunger, and all manner of things that came with living under a communist regime. Vasiley tutored young Boris and spoke to him at length about needing to enjoy the things we have in life, for however long we may have them. Take what gifts and knowledge the Gods have given us and use them to the fullest. Vasiley could easily see that Boris was a natural and talented artist and should not waste his pursuits in a career chosen by his father. It was Boris's life...so naturally...it was Boris's choice.

Take him for example. Vasiley was also quite artistic growing up and he hoped to make a living as an artist. Now being an artist in the Soviet Union was not always a safe or practical pursuit in life. But a stone mason? Now that is a career that would still allow him a measure of artistic liberty and let him gain meaningful employment in the service of the state. Even the Soviet Union had a need and a desire for granite and marble; they needed people to cut and shape large pieces of rock into useful pieces for buildings and sculptures. Plainly put...the path to one's ultimate pursuit in life is not always the clearest. The Gods gave us these talents; apply them to whatever trade we pursue.

Boris was so intrigued by the artistic septuagenarian and he pleaded with the elderly Vasiley to allow Boris to buy him a late supper and a beer at the local GaustHaus further across the Liedesplein. Vasiley had little recourse but to graciously accept. The two dined at a local restaurant and pub called the Boar's Head after closing the tattoo parlor for the evening. They ate heartily on a rich lamb stew and dark rye bread with plenty of fresh butter. The talk lasted well past the pub's closing time and Boris had to help the much inebriated septuagenarian home to bed. Before they parted for the night and before Vasiley drifted to sleep off the large quantity of Ale he had consumed, he asked Boris to return tomorrow so they could speak again at length. Boris happily agreed.

In short Boris requested and received an opportunity to work for Vasiley and to learn how to become a tattoo artist. He spent the next six months watching and learning at Vasiley's side; much like an apprentice watching the master. They were the happiest six months for Boris since leaving his beloved homeland. Unfortunately things were terminated too quickly when Vasiley died suddenly, but peacefully in his sleep. Boris chose to make the journey to Georgia and bury his new friend alongside his wife and children, long since dead. It was a quiet yet dignified funeral as they lowered the old stone carver into the ground. Boris was the only mourner there and openly shed tears for the departed man he came to see as a surrogate father. Vasiley, having no relatives, left what remained of his earthly possessions to his friend Boris and bid him to follow his heart and his dreams. Boris chose to sell the tattoo shop and leave the Netherlands. Despite his fondness for the country, it was not to be his home. He moved back to Germany and six months later he met his beloved Samantha.

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Boris was sitting in his typical spot working on a woman's back who was naked from the waist up. Fearing Boris may make a mistake on the tattoo if anyone said anything Samantha reached out to Boris in her mind, alerting him that they had company. Boris was just finishing the outline to what would become quite a large and intricate dragon when it was finished.

"All right Elizabeth, I have finished the outline of the dragon. I think we should stop for the day to give your skin a chance to rest and heal. I will see you in the morning, if that's okay with you," Boris said with a slight Russian accent as he cleaned and disinfected the area he had just been working on.

He took a large piece of protective plastic and adhered over the tattoo to keep the work he had spent the last few hours working on water proof. After he was finished he helped Elizabeth off of the tattoo table she had been laying on for the past several hours. When the woman first stood and saw she had an audience, she was momentarily embarrassed until she recognized James. James immediately brightened and embraced the woman in a giant hug. Remembering his mate and his manners, he turned to Rachel for introductions.

"Babe, I would like to introduce you to Elizabeth Rothmoore of the Archer Clan," James said happily, as he hugged the woman once more.

Rachel took a moment longer to evaluate the beautiful woman. She stood half a head taller than she at 5'7". She had long hair that fell past her shoulders and was blacker than a raven's feather. Her large breasts, still exposed to the open air, were at least a large D, if not larger. Her nipples bore rings that were evidently not clamps; they were pierced through her areola, just behind the nipple itself. Elizabeth had several piercings in her ears, a nose ring through her septum, and a large navel ring bearing skull and crossbones. Despite her somewhat rough exterior, Rachel could easily see the woman was exceptionally beautiful.

"Rachel! It's so nice to finally meet you. James has spoken so fondly of you when last I saw him and I am glad to know that he is finally mated. He was in dire need of a good female to keep his big ass in line," Elizabeth said as she walked towards the shorter Rachel, embracing her in a crushing hug.

Rachel's face was pressed firmly within Elizabeth's breasts as they hugged and Rachel was surprised at the wonderful scent this woman was emitting; a mixture of lavender and honeysuckle; the aroma was intoxicating and all Rachel wanted to do at that moment was latch on to one of Elizabeth's nipples with her mouth. Elizabeth noticed their predicament and quickly stepped away, embarrassed for forgetting her place and her attire. Both women flushed crimson and were momentarily unaware of the audience around them.

"Sorry. I wasn't thinking straight. Just let me go get my T-shirt. Again, it's nice to meet you," Elizabeth said slightly embarrassed.

"Don't be," Rachel said with a grin, still blushing from the arousing embrace.

"You are not the first naked female I have seen since being around my mate, and you won't be the last I sure. I need to start getting used to public nudity. By the way, I love the nipple piercings," Rachel said.

"Thank you. Harland absolutely insisted I get them, even though I am still nursing our triplets. Boris was able to surgically align the holes with a laser to avoid my mammary glands, allowing me to still nurse. It drives Harland absolutely crazy being able to pull on my nipples during sex, and truth be told, it makes the orgasms that much more intense," Elizabeth said as she picked up her T-shirt.

As Elizabeth proceeded to put her T-shirt and leather jacket back on, Samantha came up and embraced the lovely female wolf and kissed her lovingly on the lips. One could clearly see both females' tongues exploring the other one's mouth. Obviously there was a history between these two women. Boris stood and looked upon his wife and Elizabeth in a Sapphic embrace with an amused look on his face. James and Rachel stood next to him momentarily taken aback but quickly recovered when they saw Boris give them a sly wink.

"Достаточно! Вы небольшие лисицы!, (Enough! You little vixens)" scolded a laughing Boris, "I have told you many times my little slut that you are not to kiss the customers during work hours. What would poor Harland say if he came in here now and saw you two locked in a passionate embrace, eh?"

"I think my husband would become jealous of Samantha and would punish me severely for being so forthright with a friend's mate. Maybe he would tie me to my favorite saw-horse and whip my ass raw with a riding crop while he took me from behind with his giant cock." Elizabeth said with a grin as she grabbed Samantha's ass, eliciting an excited gasp.

"That he would, but I doubt very much it would be punishment. You and my mate are so alike, mistaking punishment for pleasure, and pleasure fore even more pleasure. How can a man sufficiently punish his mate's infractions if all she does is cum at the feel of paddle across her ass?"

"You could bend me over and take my ass with your giant cock right now, if you wish baby. That would be severe punishment for me," Samantha said in her most contrite voice, even as she was trying not to laugh at her mate. She shook her ass enticingly at Boris, eliciting a lustful growl from her mate.

"I think not. I think I have been too lenient on you today my little slut. Perhaps I should just keep those nipple clamps on you all night and tie you to the bed and to ensure that you cannot orgasm tonight. Maybe if you go at least a single night without coming, it may remind you to be more discreet in your amorous affections, eh?" Boris said.

This did cause Samantha to frown, but she stuck out her tongue in defiance to her mate. Boris was about to cross the room and spank her ass silly when a baby's cry broke the mood; seconds later a second cry was added to that of the first.

"It sounds like my boys are awake. They are probably hungry my love. Would you mind going and seeing to their needs while I attend to our friends James and Rachel? They have been waiting so patiently here while you suck face with your girlfriend," Boris said.

"Yes dear. It's time to for them to get up anyway. I want to make sure they are tired enough for bed later tonight. Maybe if we take them for a long walk it will ensure they will not interrupt us this evening," Samantha said as she headed towards the stair well that led to the apartment above.

"Would you like some help Sam? My breasts need relieving from this morning. Our boys and my husband drained me dry but they are nice and full again. They are starting to become painful," Elizabeth said.

"Sounds great Liz. I'm sure the boys will enjoy a little variety today," Samantha said with a wicked grin as she pulled her friend upstairs.

"And remember! You girls are to feed our boys only! I don't want to come upstairs and find you two feeding on each other's pussy like I did the other day. If I do, I will tell Harland and I will make certain that he spanks your ass severely," Boris said. Both women simply stuck their tongues out and giggled as they headed upstairs to attend to the infants.

"And you are to put those blasted nipple clamps back on after their feeding. You are still being punished for yesterday, you little wench," Boris shouted up the stairwell after them. An audible groan could be heard from Samantha as she considered having the clamps on her tits for the rest of the night.

Boris turned and walked back to the teenage couple smiling and shaking his head. "Что я собираюсь делать с нею? (What am I going to do with her?)," he asked himself as he walked over to shake James and Rachel's hands.

"All you can do is love her, and spank the shit out of her when she's bad," James said with a laugh.

"That's the problem James. She enjoys it too much," Boris said answering with a laugh of his own.

"Oh! Forgive me Rachel. Where are my manners? I am Boris Viktorovich Kirov at your humble service," Boris said with a flamboyant bow.

Rachel couldn't help but laugh from such a gallant display of chivalry. Her brain was still trying to process all that she had seen and heard so far since arriving.

"What is with those two?" Rachel asked, eager to know why the women were so openly involved, especially with Samantha's mate there.

"Those two have been friends for many years. Elizabeth helped raise Samantha after her parents were killed. She is very much like an older sister to my mate. But in recent years their relationship has moved into the realm of carnal delight. They are often paired together when they are in heat and we men are indisposed at the cabin. Elizabeth and Samantha are very open about their relationship and affection for one another. Her mate Harland and I understand their loving connection and do nothing to discourage such a thing. Besides, it is especially hot when we take our mates together. We cannot and would not sleep with each other's mates, but it is certainly delightful watching as another couple...well couple. The group punishment sessions we hold once a month are exceptionally enjoyable for all. I think they are my Samantha and Elizabeth's personal favorites," Boris said with a shake of his head.

"I would think that the need for lesbian encounters would only be necessary during times when the males are unavailable," Rachel said.

"Normally this is true for most females. They use such Sapphic opportunities to relieve pent up sexual need during time of heat only. But for some, who have become especially close, they continue their relationships even after their mates return. Ours are such a pair. So are your mother and Aunt Camille, if I am not mistaken James," Boris said.

James turned crimson and covered his face in his hair from Rachel's critical stare.

"Why am I not surprised about Maggie and Cami?" Rachel said as she elbowed her mate in the ribs.

This caused Boris to laugh uproariously as he went to fetch his digital camera. He was still laughing and giggling as he rummaged underneath the counter top looking for some needed attachment.

"Okay...uh-hem...Rachel, if you please, would you uncover your neck and hold your hair in the front so I may have a clear shot of your neck. I want to determine the best place to put your tattoo," Boris said as he directed Rachel to turn around.

Rachel did as Boris asked and turned around, moving her long brown ringlets to the front, revealing her milky white flesh. James watched Boris as he took several shots of his wife's neck in order to get the best picture as possible. When he was finished, Boris walked over to his laptop computer and uploaded the pictures into a temporary folder marked "Tattoos".

"What are you doing?" Rachel asked.

"I wrote this program to use with my tattooing. It offers the customer to see several different tattoos with several variations of the area of skin of their choosing. This way a customer may choose to get the tattoo or not, without having to work with a stencil. I call the program simply "Ink" and it has grown in popularity among the local shops. Your father offered to distribute the software worldwide whenever I choose; I am seriously considering it, assuming there is a large enough market for such software. Do you think it would be a good thing to do so?" Boris said, asking no one in particular.

"I think there would be a very large market for such software, especially considering how specialized the market is and how customizable the actual software is. I could very easily see every tattoo parlor in the world with a version of your software," James said, obviously impressed with his friend's creativity and ingenuity.

"Here, let me show you how it works," Boris said.

Boris loaded the program and then opened the temporary folder containing the pictures of Rachel. He selected the best one, clicking and dragging the photo to a work space within the program.

"Now I have several standard tattoos that I have programed into the software, you know: your basic skulls, snakes, flowers, and hearts that say "Mom". This also allows an artist to upload his own stencils to color and customize to his liking. All the renderings are in 3D using my own rendering software I also wrote. This allows a two dimensional tattoo to be seen in three dimensions, giving the customer a more realistic interpretation of their intended tattoo. It really makes the drawings stand out and become more lifelike," he said.

Boris proceeded to bring up several different tattoos, all in three dimensions, allowing the teens to see all the choices available. He then loaded the standard double ring tattoo that James and Rachel were planning on getting.

"So here is the basic template for the double ring tattoo that is quite popular with newly mated couples. From here we can customize it to include different styles, fonts, even pictures if you like. And then we can apply them to your picture to see which style fits you best," Boris said as he applied different variations of the double ring tattoo to the picture of Rachel's neck.

Rachel and James were thoroughly impressed. The technology was fantastic, allowing them to customize the rings and then see how they would look on Rachel. They finally chose a very feminine pair of rings with Gaelic runes surrounding James and Rachel's names. Their date of mating was also inscribe on the inside of the ring.

"Looks awesome Bo-Bo! That software is fantastic," a voice said behind them. James and Rachel turned around to see Thumper smiling at the pair, followed slowly by a waddling Amy.

"She is already if you want to start on her tattoo and I will prep James as well. Or would you want to have Samantha or Thumper do the piercing first?" Boris asked as he looked questioningly at Rachel.

"I think I want to get the scary part done first. I don't think I will have the nerve to go through the piercing after the tattoo. Let's get the hard part over first and then move on to the tattoo," Rachel said, slightly shaking from the nerves she was feeling.

"It will be just fine babe, there is nothing to worry about," James said as he wrapped his strong arms around his mate, Rachel instantly melting into his warm embrace.

"I would feel much better if you were getting pierced as well," Rachel said.

This surprised but delighted James. He had not seriously considered piercings himself, but if that is what his Rachel wanted, he was more than willing to do so.

"Absolutely! What would you like to see pierced?" James asked.

"Honestly your cock. But I figure that would do more harm than good and could prove detrimental to the mechanics of having sex," Rachel said with a smile as she watched her mate visibly wince at the thought of putting holes in his cock.

"But, seriously, I think it would be hot if you pierced your nipples. I would love something to latch on to and tug with my teeth during sex. I imagine the sensations would be awesome," Rachel said. She was becoming visibly aroused with the images of she and James having sex and she pulling on his nipple rings during the height of orgasm, extending and heightening the sensations.

"It's a deal. Besides, it's only fair that I get something pierced," James said.

"Good choice man. Actually it does make the sex even more fantastic, see!" Boris said as he pulled up his shirt to expose his own nipples pierced with large hoops.

"Damn. All right then. I guess I have run out of options then," James said laughing as he pulled his long hair to the side so Boris could take pictures.

Thumper escorted Rachel to an adjacent chair were he would perform the piercings. Rachel felt the reality hit home as she watched Thumper slip on a pair of surgical latex gloves with an audible "snap". Suddenly she was wishing someone was holding her hand; answering her silent prayer, Amy grasped her right hand and caressed her head with her left, softly reassuring Rachel that all would be just fine. She was astonished as she watched Thumper clinically remove her boots, then her pants, and then the small and sodden thong panties from her body. He did not even flinch or make a remark as to how wet and aroused Rachel was at this point. He simply looked at her reassuringly as he proceeded to mark the point of insertion for her navel ring with a grease pen.




Guardian Wolf Ch. 08



Rachel decided not to watch as she buried her head in Amy's chest and held her breath for the coming pain. But when it happened, the pain was so fleeting that she barely registered it at all. When she lifted her head from Amy's bosom, she was surprised to see the gorgeous emerald belly ring hanging proudly from her navel. Thumper gave her a wink and a reassuring smile as he disinfected the spot with some rubbing alcohol.

Now it was time for the clitoral ring. This was what she had been anticipating and dreading in the same breath. Again she buried her head in Amy's chest, anticipating real pain this time. When she felt the initial poke of the sharpened needle that would pierce her flesh, Rachel involuntarily flinched. This caused Thumper to grab her knee firmly and issue a gentle reprimand to remain still. As she felt the sharpened needle like implement pierce her clitoris, she was astounded at the level of pleasure that she was feeling as the needle passed cleanly through her love button, followed by a noticeable weight. Rachel's breathing had increased and her pupils were dilated as she found herself on the precipice of a momentous orgasm. That moment came when Tiberius decided to give the ring one final tug to ensure that the ring was firmly set.

"Oh FUUUCK," Rachel bellowed as her orgasm crested and she fell into an abyss of pleasure. With a final agonizing scream Rachel came with abandon as she released a torrential stream of cum. Tiberius was not expecting the copious amounts of girlish cum to come squirting out of Rachel as she bucked and writhed in agonizing pleasure as she rode out the orgasm. Finally sated, she felt her mind release the valve, flooding her body with a massive amount of endogenous morphine her body; with a final shake of pleasure, Rachel surrendered her mind to blackness.

************

"Uh...cleanup on aisle one please," Thumper howled in laughter as he sat momentarily stunned with the copious amount of cum dripping from his face, neck and shirt. He went to reach for a towel to wipe off Rachel's expenditure when Amy barked out a sharp reprimand.

"Don't you dare! I want to taste her!" Amy said as she seductively sashayed/waddled up to her husband; it was the sexiest walk she could muster being nine months pregnant.

Amy proceeded to lick Rachel's essence of her husband with long, deliberate licks that brought Thumper's cock to immediate and rigorous attention. Amy relished the sweet and tart flavor of her new cousin as she removed every delicious strand of Rachel's momentous orgasm. The sound of a zipper lowering and the sudden change in temperature on his rampaging cock, alerted Thumper to the fact that his wife had released his cock and was now stroking him with vigor; it was one of the most erotic scenes he had ever been privileged to be a part of: his wife stroking him off, while she licked off their cousins cum...exceptional.

"Not to interrupt you two, but is my mate okay?" James asked from the adjoining room. He nearly leapt of the table while Bo-Bo was tattooing his neck from the sound of his wife's torrential orgasm; only Boris's strength and stern reprimand kept him on the table.

"She's fine. She is just resting after her release. Damn James, you have a real winner here! I have never seen anyone come quite as hard as your mate; no wonder Gus was so pissed at your love making; that must be a real sight to see!" Amy said as she pulled her husband by his cock up the stairs to the apartment. Pregnant or not, she was going to fuck her husband within an inch of his life after seeing such a wanton display. If her husband fucked her into labor, so be it. It would be SO worth it!

"What the HELL was that? It sounded like a cat being strangled or something," Samantha said as she and Elizabeth descended the stairs. They paused to admire a very pregnant Amy leading Tiberius forcefully past them by his cock; Tiberius had a most amusing grin on his face as if to say, 'Hey! What can you do?' They could not help but laugh as they watched Amy lead Tiberius upstairs with wanton determination. That girl was going to get fucked straight into labor this time. Good for her!

Samantha and Elizabeth each had one of Samantha's children wrapped in their arms, firmly attached to a nipple as they openly nursed the twins without a shred of clothing to cover their bare breasts. But their attention was quickly drawn towards the still figure lying peacefully in the chair, breathing heavily as the endorphins invaded her limbic system; her naval and clitoris piercings in plain view for everyone to see.

"Care to explain the situation, James?" Samantha asked the prone figure under Boris's tattoo needle.

"Um...ow...careful Boris! It sounds like my mate short-circuited when Thumper pierced her clitoris and now she is enjoying the after effects of a particularly powerful orgasm," James said as he continued to wince periodically as Boris continued to color in the tattoo.

"The poor dear looks like she just ran twenty miles," Elizabeth said as she shuddered in pleasure a bit as Samantha's son Tank sucked particularly hard on her right nipple. The pups seemed exceptionally hungry this afternoon. It was a good thing that she was full again after nursing the triplets this morning; Samantha's sons were exceptionally voracious feeders today. She sensed that Tank was getting close to finishing with her right breast and brought him to her shoulder and gently patted his back until he released a satisfying belch, sighing in relief as the gas was released from his small body.

Suddenly Elizabeth got an extremely wicked glint in her eye and motioned to Samantha towards the still resting Rachel in the tattoo chair. Samantha nodded emphatically as they walked briskly towards Rachel. Elizabeth wasted little time as she kneeled gently before Rachel, still aware of Tank resting peacefully on her shoulder. Unable to resist further temptation, Elizabeth leaned forward and took the first probing licks at Rachel's drooling slit.

************

Rachel awoke, drowsy and confused, from one of the most powerful orgasms she had experienced up to this point in her young life. She would never have imagined having something so private and sexual as your clitoris pierced would be so utterly...erotic. It was about this time that she realized the sensations of arousal were not decreasing as they had in the past, far from it; in fact, they were increasing...rapidly.

The first sensuous lick of her pussy alerted her to her lover kneeling between her thighs. Gods! She loved when her James at her out; there was something so sensual, yet somehow so delightfully dirty about oral sex. There was also a sense of power that came with the act. One was actually kneeling before their lover in subjugation, paying homage to his or her sexual wonders. Rachel relished in the feelings coursing through her body. When James took her clitoral ring in his mouth and pulled, Rachel shivered with a small orgasm. Oh, yes! The clitoral ring was so worth the apprehension and pain. Definitely worth it!

Oh James! Yes! I love how well you eat me, lover. Tongue my naughty pussy while you pull on my ring with your teeth. Gods! I love you so much baby. You make me feel so fucking good with your skilled tongue.

James almost fell off the table laughing when he heard his mate reach out to him, praising him for something he had absolutely nothing to do with. He knew it had to be either Samantha or Elizabeth. Amy could easily be heard upstairs grunting and moaning as she and Thumper enjoyed their first coupling in many weeks. It wouldn't be long until they would be shaking the foundation with their orgasmic screams. He hoped Thumper would be mindful not to plunge too deep into his wife; there were still the twins inside her abdomen to consider.

James would bet it was Elizabeth now between his mate's thighs. She had absolutely no fear and was completely brazen when it came to public sexual display. But then again she had well almost two hundred years to cast off the religious nonsense her tyrannical preacher father had drummed into her impressionable head since birth. Good riddance to the miserable fool! Harland was one lucky bastard! He did not deserve a mate as sexy and loving as his Elizabeth.

James considered not telling his mate who was truly enjoying his wife's delicious nectar as it cascaded out of her delectable pussy, but the opportunity to momentarily shock his mate and see how she would respond to her first Sapphic encounter was too good to pass up.

Um...babe? I'm still lying here on Bo-Bo's table finishing my tattoo. Whoever has taken the opportunity to dine between your thighs is most lucky. You are too delicious. I hope you say thank you to whoever is pleasing you.

This revelation took a couple of seconds to resonate within her sex-addled brain. But once the message was received and its contents analyzed, Rachel immediately opened her eyes in shock and looked down to see who was doing exactly what. The first thing she realized, oddly enough, was a small baby resting comfortably on the woman's shoulder, enjoying a post meal siesta. The second thing she noticed was Samantha standing next to the kneeling figure, still nursing her son Harley. Samantha had the most impish grin Rachael had seen on a woman; she was the iconic cat who caught the canary.

"Um...ugh....Gods! That feels good. Ugh. Elizabeth? What are you doing?" Rachel asked as she struggled to control her breathing. She was becoming too aroused, way too fast.

Elizabeth raised her head from Rachel's drooling slit, her mouth covered in Rachel's generous love honey. "Sorry sweetie! I couldn't resist. You looked so peaceful and helpless lying there all alone. Your pink pussy, recently pierced, was there, open, leaking your delicious pussy juice. I was suddenly dying of thirst and your pussy was the closest watering hole. I know I am SO going to be punished for this from my mate, but it will be well worth it," Elizabeth said as she buried her face back into Rachel's moist quim.

Samantha walked over and placed Harley in a bassinet next to Boris, so he could look over the boys while Elizabeth and she had some fun with their new friend. She returned moments later with her other son Tank, still soundly asleep from his earlier feeding. Now that the boys where safely placed down for a nap, there would be nothing to interrupt their fun.

Suddenly there was a loud screech and a long drawn out moan right above their heads as Amy reached a particularly nice orgasm. Her screams of passion could be heard well below them. The springs of the king bed above their heads were certainly going through a rather strenuous test of durability.

"Thumper! Yes! Fuck my pussy; own this hot bitch! Oh baby, it has been too fucking long; I missed your massive cock inside my slutty pussy. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me right into labor lover. Force your boys to come into this world; force them to be born! Oh FUCK!" Amy screeched as another orgasm ripped through her body.

Everyone present could not help but laugh. Thumper was getting a definite workout from his horny, pregnant mate. Lucky bastard!

"Are you going to cum Thumper? Are you going to shoot a massive load into my hot, sticky hole? Spray me baby! Spray your love all over my back and ass! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck me! I love you Thumper! I love your massive cock!" Amy screeched as a final orgasm ripped through her pregnant body.

Soon after a loud growl and an extended masculine grown were heard as Thumper expended his virile seed all over his mate's back and ass. It wasn't long afterwards that Thumper came sprinting down the stairs in a panic. His pants still unbuckled and his chest bare as he struggled to put on his socks and lace his boots. He nearly fell twice as he tried to hop on one leg and tie a boot with his hands.

"Where's the fire Tiberius?" Boris asked as he looked up from putting the last few details on James's tattoo.

"I really did it this time! I fucked Amy right into labor. Her water broke all over my cock and balls as I was emptying myself all over her back and ass!" Thumper said in a frantic voice. Despite the quasi emergency created by their fucking, Thumper had a most triumphant smile on his face.

"Hurry! You go get the car while Elizabeth and I get your mate prepared," Samantha said as she pulled a reluctant Elizabeth from between Rachel's thighs. They raced upstairs to see how destroyed Amy was after fucking.

"Right!" Thumper said as he raced out the door, cracking his head on the low-hanging door jam. He nearly laid himself out with the impact. He stopped, momentarily dazed, rubbing his forehead furiously.

"Mother fucker! Every god damn time!" Thumper swore as he rubbed his forehead.

The others could not help but laugh as Tiberius raced out the offending door, remembering this time to duck. He ran towards the employee parking to retrieve his black Escalade.

Samantha and Elizabeth came down a few minutes later, escorting a very pregnant but very well fucked Amy down the stairs. Despite the increasing contractions of labor and the need to get to the hospital quickly, Amy had a most dreamy look in her eyes.

"He did it!" Amy squealed joyously, "he actually fucked me into labor."

"I wonder if this will disqualify you and Thumper from the pregnant gambling pool. Wasn't one of the stipulations to win mean you could not fuck into the last month of your pregnancy? You just forfeited the pot to Douglas and Mary," James said as he sat up on the tattoo table.

"Who gives a flying fuck? I was ridden hard and put away extremely wet. No amount of money could compensate for orgasms like those. You tell Digger and Mary that they can keep the money. I was fucked for the first time in over a month! It was fucking awesome!" Amy said, still in a giddy state.

"Aren't you two forgetting something?" Boris said to Samantha and Elizabeth, still naked from the waist up.

Both were momentarily confused until they realized what Boris was referring to. Boris threw each naked woman a couple of store T-shirts to throw on before they were cited for public indecency. They quickly donned the shirts and then continued to help Amy to the Thumper and the awaiting Escalade, now idling in front of the store. A couple of minutes later, one could hear tires screech as Tiberius made haste to get to the hospital.

Samantha and Elizabeth came back into the shop giggling and secretly whispering to each other. They then broke out in uproarious laughter at their secret joke.

"What are you two hens clucking about now?" Boris said as he disinfected and secured a bandage over the newly inked artwork.

"Oh, nothing! Sam was merely commenting that Thumper probably probed his mate's pussy a little too deeply and broke the amniotic sac. You men have such large pokers, you rarely realize the damage you can do to us little women," Elizabeth said, still giggling at her friend's joke.

"I didn't hear Amy complaining. In fact, this is probably the happiest I have seen her in over two months. It's funny how much a good fucking can do for one's emotional wellbeing," Boris said as he removed the rubber gloves, depositing them in the Bio Hazard disposal.

"Gods! Didn't her screams wake the twins?" Rachel said as she came around the wall, securing her hip-hugger denim jeans with her belt.

"Oh shit!" Elizabeth whined as she noticed her fun with Rachel was prematurely over. She was so looking forward to having Rachel squirt her love all over her face while she licked and sucked at Samantha's boobs.

"What?" Rachel asked, not expecting such a reaction to her question.

"Nothing! Eli's just a little pissed that we can't play with your body anymore!" Samantha said, walking over to ensure that her sons were still asleep.

"Sorry Eli. No offense, but I am still trying to get used to the feeling of big boy fucking my brains out. Love with a woman is still a bit much for me at this point. Not to say that your tongue did not feel fantastic on my pussy. Give me a little time to get used to all this. I promise you can have a second chance," Rachel said.

"Really?! Oh thank you Rachel! You don't know how much this means to me. Can Sammy join in to?" Eli said as she glanced longingly at her erstwhile lover.

"Sure! The more the merrier!" Rachel said. She suddenly turned a critical eye on James as he was about to open his big, fat mouth. "Don't you dare say a word James Arthur Wolfe, or so help me I will...will...well, I don't know what I will do. But you won't like it!" Rachel said. Her threat was squelched by the burning look James was now giving her.

Okay baby! But the thought of you between these two oversexed bitches gets me really hot. Maybe we should schedule some alone time with these two, so you can become better acquainted.

The image of Rachel embraced between Samantha and Elizabeth in a Sapphic love sandwich suddenly came to mind. Her pussy twitched in response.

"Stop that James! You pervert," Rachel said, trying to be stern with her mate and failing miserable. She just couldn't stay mad with him; he was too fucking gorgeous.

"What's he doing?" Elizabeth asked.

"He's perving out on the idea of us three together doing all sorts of nasty lesbian-related activities," Rachel said, still trying to act mad around her mate. Gods! Her man was gorgeous.

"Maybe we can record us together sometime. It would be something extremely hot to fuck to," Samantha said as she hefted Elizabeth's breasts in her hands and nibbled on her neck and ears. Elizabeth sighed and moaned, reacting to her lover's attentions.

"Enough you two! Samantha, I noticed you still haven't replaced those nipple clamps yet. Do so now before I have to publicly punish you in front of everyone," Boris said with a threatening air.

Samantha pouted but headed upstairs to retrieve the clamps. Her Boris could be such a brute sometimes. But he was an adorable, sexy brute.

Elizabeth started to go up after her friend when she was rebuked by Boris.

"There is no reason to go up there you little wench. You two would not come back down until after we close, you naughty girls. Besides, I need Samantha to pierce James's nipples while I work on Rachel's tattoo," Boris said in his most stern voice. What were he and Harland to do with such horny, slutty mates?

************

Just over an hour later, James and Rachel were saying their goodbyes. There tattoos were finished and both were freshly pierced. James was absentmindedly rubbing his nipples where a set of heavy steel rings now rested. The added weight made him conscious of their presence.

Boris had done an outstanding job on their tattoos. Both he and Rachel were astounded at the intricate detail and level of skill Boris had instilled into their flesh. James tattoo was very detailed indeed. The rings he had chosen were very masculine, almost looking like gears of a clock. They were pewter in color and pitted, dissecting the ring into several equidistant facets. On these faces, Boris had etched several Nordic runes, coloring them in orange and red. They looked almost alive and on fire. One could swear that they were actually burning and scorching the flesh beneath. On the inside was the date of their mating, surrounding his and Rachel's names. James could not be happier. It was exactly what he had imagined and Boris had delivered.

Rachel's tattoo was femininity redefined. The rings looked like one could almost reach out and pluck them from her neck. The Gaelic calligraphy was in total harmony with the Victorian script used to inscribe her and James's names. Rachel was overjoyed with the tattoo. She had been so afraid that it would somehow not turn out just right. Her fears were unfounded; indeed, her expectations were exceeded with such an artistic masterpiece.