Werewulf Journals 2: Trolling for Love (28 page)

Standing by the couch, Hunter unbuttoned his shirt. “When I come to you, I better find you on your hands and knees,” he ordered, knowing Melody loved when he became forceful.

Next, he stepped out of his loafers and tugged off his socks, stuffing them inside his discarded shoes. “Did I mention you’re to be totally naked?”

Still no answer from Mel, but he wasn’t worried. He could feel her excitement rising, sniff it on the air. Her pussy had creamed with that last statement.

His pants were next. He unsnapped the top closure, belly muscles fluttering with growing anticipation. Old Buford was leaking like a sieve, wetting the material of his jeans.

His balls ached, hanging low and heavy with seed. Buford would have to wait. He was hungry for his bitch, and intended to make a meal of her juicy, hot pussy. “On second thought, I think I’ll have you propped against the headboard, on your back, your knees up and legs spread wide. I’m a big, bad wulf, and when I finish with that little hood, it is going to be fire engine red!”

His superior hearing caught the muffled whimper she made.

Oh, this is so much fun! Teasing and stalking his mate engendered the same excitement and feral emotions as the beginning of a good hunt. This could become addictive.

He pushed his pants to the floor, along with the snug boxers Melody had bought for him to wear to the Morrisons, and stepped out of them. “You know, Mel, it occurs to me that I am an addict. I’m addicted to you. I need you in my life like a junky needs his next fix.

You’re in my heart, sweet bitch. When we finish tonight, you’ll be a part of my,” he morphed, soul!

Ready or not, we’re both gonna cum!

Hunter padded down the hallway, his huge, lithe body moving with the stark economy of a creature accustomed to stealth and speed. Alpha of all he surveyed, he pranced down the quiet corridor, ears up and forward, tail high and proud.

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In his natural form, he was the ultimate predator, but this time, his prey was love. He kept his pace slow and even, sure of his destination and of the fulfillment waiting at journey’s end. Tongue lolling, Hunter breathed in deep, tasting the familiar air of his den --

gathering memories as he made his way to Melody.

There was the faint, dying scent of Fortrayn, now overlaid by the sharp, newer smells of Blair. Andrea’s tangy teenaged perfume wafted here and there, stronger in the library and in Blair’s -- once Fortrayn’s -- room. Even Rosa’s spicy scent intermingled with the others, a welcomed, treasured note of sweetness in the mixture of odors that made up his den ... his home.

Riding above them all, more precious to him than gold, beckoned the tantalizing aromatic blend that belonged only to Melody. Tart, spicy, tangy, and sweet, she burned on his tongue and in his nostrils; her siren scent called to him, beckoned him to her ...

Stricken by a sadly sweet regret, Hunter realized he would soon have to leave this den.

The man in him lamented the small place that had been home for almost thirty years. The wulf cared for nothing but his pack ... and his pack was outgrowing this place. Today, he would fill his mate’s womb with life; he’d seed their future in her belly. Soon, if they were blessed, there would be puppies gamboling here.

Melody. Seed. Puppies. The wulf understood such things, worshiped such things ...

Hunter whined low in his throat, his cock sliding partway out of its sheath, moisture dripping from the head. One back leg spasmed as the slick wedged tip rubbed against his sparse belly fur.

He knew, before he reached it, that she wasn’t in their room. Her fragrant aroma wafted to him from ... the dining room. Four legs flashing, he picked up speed, no longer graceful as his clawed paws scrabbled on the ungiving tile, finally skidding to a stunned halt in the middle of the doorway. Panting, tail wagging so hard his entire body swayed with the movement, Hunter stared at his mate.

She was perched on top of the dining table, naked -- fully, gloriously naked. Heavy breasts topped with jutting, thick nipples -- black morsels that would roll with meaty weight on his tongue -- met his slavering gaze. His eyes flashed to her face, wary of her response now that he confronted her in his natural form.

Resting back on her arms, mouth filled with a bright red apple held between her teeth, Melody had draped her legs wide over the edges of the table, exposing the drenched, hot pink flesh of her pussy.

Drooling, Hunter panted.

Nestled between the dark cocoa folds of her vaginal lips, pulsing with the beat of her pulse, the sweet, wet meat looked good enough to eat. Only this was a meal he could devour more than once. Eyes and nose locked to the riveting sight, Hunter inched forward, whining, anxious to bury his muzzle in the beckoning banquet.

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Flanks quivering, ears drawn back, eyes rolling up to keep her hands in view, Hunter slowly stretched just his head toward her fragrant center, tongue flicking out quickly to swipe along the parted lips. Her taste exploded on his senses.

Her strangled cry battered the joy from him. Flinching back, tail tucked in chagrin, he scrambled away from paradise.

Melody?

Screaming with frustration, Melody snatched the apple out of her mouth and threw it at him. “Hunter, you fool, bring your tongue back over here! That wasn’t a protest, you idiot!”

His ears slowly raised, tail twitched in a half salute. Are you sure?

Staring into his eyes, Melody smiled at him. “Hunter, I’m spilling your cream on the table. Don’t you find that wasteful?”

By reminding him of the words he’d said to her on their first date, she let him know she wanted him.

I love you.

“Then love me completely. I’m ready for you.” She reached one hand down and parted her swollen lips, offered her body’s open portal to him.

A huge sigh shook his massive body. Feeling more confident, he returned to her pussy, licking and nibbling on her fat clit. Pushing his muzzle deep in her channel, he slipped his tongue in and out of her tight sex. His sharp fangs scraped the flesh of her thighs, a threat and a promise of the sensual biting he would soon be doing.

Melody squirmed under his tonguing, breath coming short and choppy. “Mmmm ... oh yeah ...” She ran her hands through the fur on his head, pressed his snout hard into the cradle of her thighs.

For a moment, he was tempted to morph into one of his other forms, wanting the aid of hands to hold her open. He couldn’t. This sealing must take place while he wore fur.

Lay back, sweetness, so you can spread your legs wide for me. Keep them open ...

She scooted back and lay down, hooking her knees over the sides of the table. Palming her breasts, while she waited for him, Mel tugged on the tight little nubs of her nipples.

The helpless mewling coming from her mouth made the seed churn in his balls. With a claiming growl, Hunter rose up on his hind legs and placed a possessive paw on her belly.

Lowering his head to her dripping cunt, he lapped the spilling moisture from between her thighs and off the table, constantly returning to stab his tongue deep into her small opening.

Sweet ... oh Melody, you taste so sweet and creamy ... so sweet I can’t wait any longer to join with you.

“Yes, Hunter! I want you now, right now!”

With a last rough swipe across her clit, Hunter backed away from Melody.

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On your feet, baby, and bend chest down, over the table.

He trotted into the living room and came back with a couch pillow clenched between his teeth.

She looked startled. “What’s that for?”

For your head. I want you to be comfortable. When I knot in you this time, it’ll take fifteen to twenty minutes to ejaculate all my sperm. You won’t be going anywhere, and that table can get pretty hard.

“You won’t be going anywhere, either.”

No, but I’ll be lying on my big, pretty cushion. This cushion is for my cushion!

Melody stuck her tongue out at him. “Doggy laughter isn’t any more acceptable because I’m hearing it in my head instead of my ears, you know.”

Baby, I’m about to fuck you so hard and well you won’t hear anything but our howls and screams of ecstasy.

Melody turned and draped her body across the end of the table. Glancing over her shoulder, she swallowed. “Keep talking to me, okay?”

Hunter licked up the crease of her ass, giving a doggy chuckle when the full flesh jiggled with a nervous twitch. I’ll talk ... but I guarantee you’re going to be more interested in what our bodies are saying ...

Melody adjusted the pillow under her head. “Where do you want my arms?”

Place them beside your head. Spread your legs some more and let me get my hind legs between your thighs ...

Standing upright, Hunter draped his upper body over Melody’s back, letting his heavy weight hold her in place. His forelegs bracketed her waist, not yet clasping the abundant flesh for leverage. He rubbed his groin up and down the crack of her behind.

“Oh my god, Hunter, I can feel how huge your cock is!”

Take it easy. It’s not as big as it is when I’m in mid-form.

“And it’s shaped differently.”

In this form, my head is wedge-shaped. And at the angle I’m entering, it’s going to shoot straight up your pussy and tickle your G-spot.

Pairing words with action, Hunter drew back and aimed, stabbed his cock toward Melody’s small opening, and slid in and up until he thudded against her cervix.

“Aagh!” Melody’s head came up off the table as her back arched. “What the hell was that?”

Me! You like?

Melody groaned and lifted her hips back toward his furred belly. “Hell, yeah! Give me some more!”

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Hunter pulled out and slammed back in, hips setting up a strong, brisk rhythm that soon had his bitch screaming beneath him.

“Oh damn ... oh shit ... damn it, Hunter, fuck me! Fuck the hell out of me!”

It’s not just fucking, Melody. I’m giving you the emotions, too ... loving you. We talked about that remember ... Love me back. Squeeze my cock with your pussy and hold me tight.

She writhed so frantically, Hunter placed his paws on her waist to subdue her gyrations. A feral snarl followed by a long, low whine vibrated the air. Blood up and lust flaring high, Hunter pounded into her tight pussy. His cock was on fire, burned by the heated friction of her constricting vaginal walls. Throwing back his head, he howled in triumph, howled again for the sheer joy of being surrounded by her hot, wet center, clasped and held deep in her scalding core.

Beneath him, Melody whimpered, lower body still trying to lift to him. His nose told him she’d climaxed and he hadn’t noticed, caught up in the wild, untamed glory of fucking her luscious pussy while in fur form.

He didn’t slow the speed of his thrusts. Flanks heaving, he increased the power and angle of his entry, feeling the beginning swell that signified his knot forming.

Baby, we’re almost there ...

Every inch of her skin felt on fire. Every nerve ending twitched and flinched as Hunter pounded and pounded into her swollen depths. His cock felt huge and hot and so hard he was like a heated iron pole plunging to her womb on each powerfully relentless stroke.

She’d come so long and hard, she felt drained and weary. Floating, she made herself a note to remember to kick Rosa’s ass. That selfish bitch hadn’t told her how splendiferously spectacular the loving felt in this form. Dear lord, but that wedge-shaped cock hit all the right spots!

Hunter continued fucking her vigorously, and impossibly, her body rallied. Renewed passion flickered along her body, igniting the flames once more ...

“Ah, Hunter, you fuck me so good, so long and hard ...”

I want to fuck you forever ... I don’t want this to end, but ...

His strokes faltered, slowed.

“I know ... I feel your knot forming.”

Melody gave a little sexy groan as her already stretched channel strained to contain the growing intrusion and she sighed, glad his upper body held her down, stopped her from bucking him off.

With a growl, Hunter’s knot swelled to immense size, blocking the entrance of her sex as his sperm jetted out the head of his cock. Stream after stream poured into her; the hot, thick jism bathing the walls of her pussy with liquid fire.

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Out the corner of her eyes, she spied his muzzle lowering toward her, felt the damp heat as his tongue swiped over his mark on her neck. An instant later, he sank his fangs deep in her throat, over the mark, biting down hard.

“Ouch ... ooh, ahhhhhh ... yesss!” Even as she yelled at the pain of the bite, her body clenched in the throes of the orgasm slamming into her, hurling her into a void lit up with explosions and bright arcs of emotional lightning.

Clearer than ever before, Hunter’s voice spoke to her mind.

Finally, we are together. I won’t let anything part us, now. Oh Melody, I love you more than words can say! Only you ... forever you!

But, are we official?

We will be.

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Two months later.

Rennie, an adolescent wulf bitch, stood a few yards away from the Pack Alpha’s den, trying to catch a closer glimpse of the heir’s chosen bride.

The entire American Pack had gathered in the ancestral enclaves, summoned from every den and part of the United States to witness the mating of their Prime-in-waiting. It had taken a month, and still not all had arrived. Some were traveling from as far away as Siberia in Russia.

No wulf would dare to miss this auspicious event, the young bitch knew. Hunter McCallum, universally liked and respected, had waited long to ensure the succession. Rennie was jealous of the well-colored, well-fleshed bitch who had already proven her breeding ability by producing a wulven-Breed pup. She’d seen the envious looks the unmated wulves gave Hunter. They all wished they’d seen her first.

All the younger bitches, some friends of hers, had shed jealous tears over their failed hopes when they’d learned of Hunter’s choice. Reminiscent of the Cinderella story, Hunter’s lucky bitch would one day rule the pack at his side as Pack Prima. Until then, her title would be Pack Bitch. After the ceremony, every wulf would be required to fawn and pay homage, the wulves to Hunter in fur form, the bitches to Melody in fur and/or skin.