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Their smell was nauseating. Everywhere I went, there was the overpowering smell of sweat and bodily fluids. They tried to cover it up by piling on the deodorants, perfumes and soaps. It didn’t help. It just created a bombardment of scents that overwhelmed my poor aching head. That’s why I lived out in the middle of nowhere. Not because I hated company, not because I wanted to get back to nature, but because it was just too much to be surrounded with in the city. All the noise, the smells and sheer number of people made me claustrophobic.
Call me a werewolf. It doesn’t bother me. Believe what you like, I just live like I always have. I live like a regular person for the most part. Why hunt when I can go to the supermarket? Why run around in a thick fur coat when it’s 35 degrees out? Nope. No need. I do like to curl up in front of my fireplace during the winter though. That’s cozy. I eat simply, mostly because I find many spices more irritating than delicious. The more pungent the smell, the more it turned my stomach. I have a very sensitive sense of smell if you had not guessed by now.
Also very good hearing. That was a blessing and a curse. Hearing all the animals rummaging around in the bushes at all times of the night: not fun. Hearing every creak, bang, honk, shout, engine and the hum of electronics: not fun. Hearing what people have to say about your reclusive arse from across the store: not fun. I guess it’s more curse than blessing in today’s world. I supposed I was just a little more cursed than most too. See, most of us have our families. People who love and understand us. Not me. Family all died in an accident.
So, what about a pack? You weren’t listening. My family all died. That is your pack. Others don’t usually pick you up and take you in just like that. You get in through marriage or birth. I was fostered to some very nice humans, but it isn’t quite the same. The chances of stumbling upon a nice werewolf girlfriend who would marry me and bring me home was slim to none. The chances of finding a sweet werewolf boyfriend who didn’t want to rip my throat out for being in their territory was even slimmer. I was better off just staying put, on my own.
That’s where you find me now. Working for a construction company in my spare time and living in the middle of nowhere. The road to my cottage wasn’t even graveled, let alone paved. The sign to get there was a wood slab nailed to a tree. It wasn’t plowed in the winter unless I got up off my arse and plowed it with my truck. Which I only did when I had to leave for work or supplies. My hobbies include reading during the spring rain, gardening in my backyard during the summer, chopping wood during the fall and clearing snow during the winter.
I don’t get much company. The odd time a guy from work stops over to shoot the shit. That’s why it is always surprising to get a knock at my door. In the spring rain, it is very rare. So today as I sat and read in my living room, it took a good few bangs on the door for me to realise that I had to get up and answer it. Imagine my shock at finding a very soaked, unknown person standing on my porch. They looked relieved to see me for all of two seconds before both our backs were up. He was like me. I could smell it on him even with the impromptu shower he had just had. Wet dog. Yep. Werewolf.
“Can I help you?” I asked politely. He seemed wary, but more at ease that I didn’t get hostile. He gave a quick bow of his head to defer dominance, just in case.
“Sorry. My car broke down just up your drive on the main road. I saw the sign for your place and hoped you had a phone that works.” I surveyed his appearance. Well dressed, coat was warm and practical, clothes were clean and he wore a smartwatch on his right hand. That made him a lefty. He smelled like rain and smoke. He shifted uncomfortably under my gaze, not meeting my eyes. It wasn’t like humans, he wasn’t lying, he was trying to act submissive so I wouldn’t feel threatened. I appreciated the gesture.
“Come in. Wait on the mat and I’ll get you a towel.” I backed into the house and went to the bathroom to grab a big brown bath sheet for him. I tossed it playfully over his head and collapsed on the couch to watch him.
“Thanks.” He kept sneaking glances over at me as he dried his hair and legs. He kicked off his muddy shoes onto the boot tray next to him and peeled the jacket off to hang on the coat tree to dry. He was wearing a light blue, button-down dress shirt with pockets and khaki pants. Even hunched, he was only a head shorter than me. I pointed at his wet socks with a raised brow and he reluctantly took them off. Then I smiled and offered him a seat.
“It’s no problem. I don’t get much company out here. Happy to help anyone who stumbles on my path.” I grabbed the phone from it’s cradle next to me and tossed him the cordless. He caught it easily and made a phone call to what sounded like a family member. Said he wouldn’t make it, he was fine but stranded, looked carefully at me and mentioned he was with one of our kind.
“Can you tell me your address?” He was worried that I wouldn’t say. I felt the tension coming off him and nearly felt it oozing through the phone. I smiled mischievously. His messy, flustered self was rather cute and I wanted to tease him.
“Yes.” I replied. He looked at me. Raised his eyebrows. I raised my eyebrows. Someone said something in his ear. He grunted.
“Well?” He said. I faked obliviousness.
“Well what?” I smiled innocently. He huffed.
“What is your address?” He blew out impatiently.
“Oh! Right. Um, 5632 Swallow’s Tail Trail West, Off County Road 69, Leaping Deer.” He looked at me as though I had sprouted two heads. I licked my teeth as he digested the fact that he was really in the middle of nowhere.
“Wow. Ok.” He repeated the address to the person on the phone and then held it away from his ear with a wince as the other end exploded in shouting. If I got the jist of it, the man in front of me had no sense of direction and was on his own this time. I couldn’t hold back my laugh as his face darkened to an interesting shade of red. The other party hung up rather violently from the sound on the other end and the man flinched.
“Alright. Well, I think it’s time for introductions now. I am Jace Rosewood.” I slapped my legs and got up to shake hands. His eyes got wide. He took my hand and shook it.
“I am Allan Kingson. Are you really a Rosewood?” My smile faltered at the amazed look on his face. I swallowed and sat back on the couch, not meeting his eyes.
“The last, so they tell me.” I picked at an imaginary thread on the arm, glancing up to see him studying me.
“My sincerest condolences. You have no idea… Your family was much loved among us. My father spoke of yours a lot when I was growing up. He was much admired.” I shifted uncomfortably.
“Thank you? I think you will probably need to call a garage for your car. I am not the best at fixing them. I would probably do more damage than help. Let me get the number.” I changed the subject and got up to find my phone book. The small blue diary had all the information I might need at a glance. I grabbed it from my office and opened to the page with the number. I handed it to him and he thanked me.
“Hello? Yes, my car is broken down on Swallow Tail Trail. Right by County Road 69. Yes, Mr. Rosewood’s place. You can’t? Oh okay. Yes, yes I understand. No, no that’s fine. Oh, um, sure.” He held the phone out to me and I took it.
“Hey Jace! How’s it? Gotchu a visitor huh?” Hector bellowed over the phone.
“Heya Hec. Sure do, broken down and soaked as all. Can you fix it?” I replied all friendly. Hector liked to act like he was doing you a favor, and since he was the only mechanic in town he really was.
“Well now, I’d like to son. It is just raining too hard at the moment to get the truck out your way now. Don’t want to get stuck in the mud. I’ll be out after this rain calms its tits for a bit, alright? You don’t mind lookin’ after the chap for a bit? There’s a lad.” I gritted my teeth at the fatherly man and agreed. We both hung up and I looked at my new house guest.
“Sorry.” He sighed and seemed genuinely upset. I ruffled his hair and flopped on the couch.
“It’s alright. Do you want to play cards?” Nothing we could do about it, might as well have some fun. He seemed unsure at my effortlessness to roll with the situation. I grabbed a deck from the drawer in the side table and started to shuffle.
“Um, I guess? What do you want to play?” He sat back and watched me run the cards from one hand to the other.
“Well, I know Rummy, Crazy Eights, War, Blackjack and Go Fish. What’s your pleasure?” He blushed a little and looked away.
“I guess we could play War. I like that one.” I nodded and dealt the cards.
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“You cheated!” He crossed his arms and pouted. I had won again, see. I grinned and mock pouted back at him.
“Aww. What’s the matter? Go Fish isn’t your game either? Want to try another?” He sniffed and shook his head. I heard his stomach growl and realised I was being a very unthoughtful host. I went to the kitchen without a word and heard the curious patter of his bare feet following me. I checked the fridge, considered a sandwich but changed my mind and got out the leftover soup from last night. It was quick to heat up on the stove.
“That smells delicious.” Allan was practically drooling all over my counter. I laughed.
“Thank you. Made it myself. My mum left me a recipe book. It was one of hers.” I swallowed and turned around to stir the soup. It felt strange talking about it. He had known them. I wanted to hear everything he knew, and I didn’t. My head was at war with itself. I could feel Allan’s hesitation.
“They used to visit all the time. Before I was born, that is.” My heart sank. He didn’t really know them, he only heard stories. “My brothers all met them. They said they used to play with you when you were little. Something about a park…” I smiled.
“Yeah. There was this really big swing set. I used to ask them to push me right up to the sky. I think I was around six.” I met his eyes and he smiled back.
“I wish I had met them.” He said quietly. “I wish I had met you, then.”
“They were good people. I remember everything they taught me. I remember my dad used to say we were all one family, we just forgot that over the years. He said if we all acted more like a family then people wouldn’t hurt or starve. We would take care of each other properly.” I grabbed bowls down and got spoons out of the drawer.
“What happened to you? My dad said you disappeared.” He watched me ladle soup into the bowls and place them on the counter in front of him.
“I was just a kid. They put me in the system. I was fostered with some nice people. Older couple, no kids themselves at the time.” I ate and he dug into his own after my first bite.
“You must have been lonely.” He muttered. I don’t think he meant for me to hear him so I ignored it. I was good at faking deafness to comments. I heard everything, but knew better than to admit it. That just caused problems. Like with attempts at relationships. The mutterings of girls were not meant to be heard.
We finished our soup in silence. I think we both realised how starving we were and it was gone quickly. Good thing I had made extra soup because he had two bowls. I was flattered. He cleared the dishes and washed them in the sink. Very good manners. I watched him as he stood over the sink and hummed to himself. I think he was surprised when I came to help him by drying. Our hands met once or twice as he handed me the utensils.
I was startled at the shock of pleasure that ran up my spine. I hadn’t noticed it when we shook hands earlier. His neck showed tell-tale red of a blush and I knew he felt it too. I wondered if he had felt it earlier and I just hadn’t noticed. Maybe. Could have been what his astonished face was for, not my family name. Then that meant I got all bothered for no reason. I felt a little stupid. What were we going to do now? I could pop in a movie I guess, or try Netflix for a series.
“So what…?”
“I was thinking….” We both spoke at the same time. Then we laughed.
“Go ahead. You first.” He said to me as he wiped his hands.
“Well, I was thinking we could watch a movie or Netflix?” I posed it as a question and waited. He nodded and wandered back to the living room with me. I opened the cupboard with the movies in it and he laughed a little as he read some of the titles?
“I never took you for a Disney fan.” He grabbed Tangled off the shelf and I scratched the back of my neck sheepishly. I was secretly pleased when he plopped down on the couch next to me to watch. I kept glancing over at his smiling face instead of watching the movie. He didn’t seem to notice. (A/N Spoiler Alert!)
It was adorable how he jumped unconsciously with Rapunzel when she jumped around and giggled at Flynn’s reaction to her glowing hair. I had seen it enough times to dull my reaction, but seeing it with him made it all new again for me. He was really handsome, upon closer inspection. His eyes were a clear sparkling blue and his hair was a warm chocolate brown, now that it was dry. It curled about his face and at his collar. I wanted to touch it and see if it was as soft as it looked. But that would be weird, right?
“No! No, don’t do it…” He wrung his hands as he watched Rapunzel promise Mother Gothel she would stay with her forever. He bounced in distress as Eugene begged her not to do this. I saw his eyes sparkle with tears and then he gasped as her hair was cut. Suddenly he had grabbed my arm and was pulling on it. “Oh my god! Is he going to die? He is really going to die! Oh my god! I didn’t think he would actually die!”
“Calm down. Just watch.” I grabbed his flailing body and held him against my chest in front of me. Being on my lap seemed to calm him down and he watched so tense I thought he was going to have a heart attack. He held his breath as she cried over him and then sighed in relief when the tear glowed.
“Oh thank god! He’s going to live right? Right?” He twisted to look at me and then back at the screen again. Fuck it was torture. I was now very aware of one tight, hot arse pressing into my lap and making my jeans more uncomfortable by the second. His strong back leaned into my chest and he wriggled in happiness at the ending. I could smell him like he was completely covering me, nothing else could get through.
God he smelled so good. His shampoo was coconuts, his deodorant was sea surf in summertime and his body was spicy hot male after a rain shower. My heartbeat was quickening out of my control as his warmth held me pinned. I couldn’t breathe without feeling hotter. I couldn’t move without feeling more uncomfortable in my clothes. I gulped and looked away when he turned to look at me with a big grin on his face. I thought I was going to get clawed to ribbons any second and I was sweating now.
I was going to be good, I was going to be good, I was going to be good…
I was not going to attack my guest; I was not going to attack my guest….
“You smell good.” I looked over to see his grin still in place, just different. He had grabbed the front of my shirt in both hands and moved himself so he was sitting facing me instead. He leaned in to my neck and took a deep breath. I tilted my head back, letting him. I had never allowed anyone this close to me. I had never given my neck to another, whether they were human or werewolf. I was nervous. Our eyes met and his were half closed in passion. He licked me, from the neckline of my shirt to the underside of my chin. I shuddered.
“Do you… want to…” I struggled to get the words out. He didn’t need words. He ground his body against mine and I felt him nod his head. I surged to my feet with his legs going to wrap around my torso. My blood pounded in my ears as I flung open my bedroom door. He was doing evil things to my neck, his sharp little teeth making my head spin. I pressed him up against the dresser, hitching him up higher as I felt it move and turning to toss him over the footboard of the bed. With his legs up in the air it was much easier to yank his pants off him.
I came around the side and he rolled over to grab at my clothing, assuring me that he was on the same page as I was. It was clumsy pulling off shirts; popping buttons off and hearing them vaguely skitter across the floor. I pulled at his underwear before I had even managed to get his sleeves off. I felt threads tear, but I climbed up out of my pants onto the bed and straddled the lithe body that was now driving me crazy. He twisted out of fabric and yanked me out of mine. The feeling of hot skin against skin made us both moan in pleasure.
I didn’t know where to start. I wanted to lick him all over, so I tried to. I wanted to touch him all over, so I did. I felt him do the same. I felt him stroke our shafts together. I felt his legs rub up and down mine. I heard every little sigh and grunt and gasp like it was inside me. It spurred me on, faster, more, harder. I pulled those beautiful, soft curls until he bared his throat back. I heard him growl when I bit him. I tasted his sweet blood in my mouth and felt my eyes go feral. There was no stopping me now. Even if I wanted to, which I didn’t, my primal instinct was begging me to claim him.
I was rough, thrusting my tongue into his mouth and then flipping him over to his stomach. I raised his hips so I could eat his delectable hole. It twitched under my lips and parted under my tongue as I pushed deep inside. I pushed my saliva in until it was dripping and I couldn’t take it anymore. I lined my cock up with his waiting entrance and forced myself in. Inch by inch, he gasped as I slid balls deep. I shook from effort as he clenched and unclenched around me. When it slowed, I pulled out and slammed back in.
His shout was like music to my ears. His shudders under me were like an answer to my own. I moved and pounded into his tight hot hole until we were both drenched in sweat and then I found it. His sweet spot. He mewled and clawed at the sheets as I ground myself into the spot over and over. Finally, his back arched and I felt his stomach clench as his hot cum spilled out over the bedspread. His whimper as he collapsed face first into the mattress made me grin in success. I finished myself into his backside quickly so I could crawl up and cuddle him onto my chest.
His breathing was unsteady and rough. I kissed him, and it wasn’t helping him catch it. He barked a laugh and yanked my hair back so I couldn’t reach him. I whined in desperation. He licked my chin playfully and tucked his head under mine. I was content to have him clinging to me as he drifted to sleep. He was mine now. I wouldn’t let anything, or anyone, take him from me. I felt my heartbeat slow and my breathing evened, until I drifted to nothing.
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I woke to a finger tracing my features. I let them get as far as my lips, but then it tickled and I had to lick my lips to dispel the feeling. Blue eyes met my green ones. I surveyed the damage I had inflicted. A raw bite on his neck was the worst of it. A few small bruises, scratch marks and the tattered remains of some clothing were the rest. We still grinned like the proverbial cat that got the canary. He nuzzled me and I relished the feel of his body rubbing against mine. I owed him though. He had let me take him first, and I now wanted to show him that I was more than willing to be taken by him.
I stroked his back and down to his buttocks. Massaging the plump globes in my hands, I kissed him sweetly. My tongue swept across his lips and then taunted his until it dipped into my mouth. I reached for his cock and pulled its hardening length where it lay against me. He was gasping into my mouth and squirming with pleasure. I stopped long enough to maneuver him between my legs so he was draped over me. He looked confused. I grabbed his hand and moved it down to my own hole. His eyes lit up like little blue stars.
“C-can I?” He was so timid and cute about it. I smiled gently and kissed him.
“Of course you can. We’re equal partners, aren’t we?” I whispered in his ear. I kissed the soft curls there. I felt his hand stroking and pushing against the ring of muscles down below. He was even more inexperienced than I was, but I was patient. I let him pull and probe my entrance. He remembered to lick his fingers and I felt myself hardening as I watched him. He concentrated so carefully as he scissored and prepared me. My more experienced hole was soon wet with anticipation for his cock.
“I’m going in.” He breathed. His smaller frame grabbed my hips and lined up. I felt his shaft sink into me with a sigh. It was bigger than my dildo and I felt the stretch with a shudder. I breathed in and loosened so he could push in deep like I did. He stopped and I pulled at his hips.
“No. Don’t stop.” I begged. He obliged me by pulling back his hips and slamming into me so that I saw stars. I let my mouth open and gasped my pleasure so he could know exactly what he made me feel. Every inch of his dick claimed me, pounded into my brain like a gospel. I was his, he was mine. I felt the shocks of feeling, I bit my lips when I felt my orgasm building. He quickened his pace and I felt the sharp pinch of his teeth on my breast as his hot cum flooded inside me. It was the tipping point, and I tumbled over the edge myself. My cum shot out hot between us and my dick spasmed as it emptied my balls yet again.
I felt like I was floating. My chest dripped semen and blood, but I was the happiest wolf alive. We cuddled until the wet was cold and uncomfortable. We showered together, taking time to sooth each others wounds and survey our new territory. I pulled out an old set of clothes for him to change into, just pajama pants and a t-shirt, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He was beautiful; now seemed even more sensual as he sat carefully and eyed me sexily.
I curled into his side and we just breathed each other. If I was hungry, I didn’t notice until Allan was giggling from my gurgling stomach. I grinned ruefully and pulled Allan up with me to make food. It was much harder to make scrambled eggs with a warm body pressed to the front of me. I managed, without burning either of us.
Large plate and two forks in hand, I sat in one of the chairs with my love on my lap and our food in hand. Oh my god. I love him. My fork hovered over the eggs as I stared at him shoveling down his food. He noticed I wasn’t eating and gave me a strange look. I was like a fish, my mouth opening and closing but nothing coming out. He took the plate and set it aside so he could take my head in between his hands and kiss me.
“What is it?” He asked after pulling away.
“I love you.” I said, blushing. “Sorry, it got stuck. I probably should have realised it first, before, you know.” He grinned at me and shook his head.
“God, you are so cute. C’mon lover boy. Let’s eat before we pass out.” He grabbed the plate and we ate while staring into each others’ eyes. When I heard the sound of the engine, I knew something was off. It wasn’t Hec. I knew the sound of his truck, and he wouldn’t pull into my drive that far. Someone was coming to the cottage. Someone I didn’t know, in a SUV. Allan was looking at me with a worried look. “What is it?”
“Someone’s coming. An SUV is coming.” I saw his surprise and he turned his head to listen.
“I don’t hear anything…” He whispered, looking at me carefully. I smiled.
“Wait for it.” A minute later, his eyes grew wide and flew to the curtains. He scrambled up off my lap and made a beeline for the door. When I came up behind him, it was flung open to reveal a Jeep Grand Cherokee with three rather large men and one petite woman pulling in next to my truck. A few faces were made at the muck as they stepped out of the vehicle. One of the younger boys helped the woman so she didn’t fall over.
“Dad! Mom! What are you all doing here? I thought you said…” His face was lit up at the sight of them as they came up the steps. His mother kissed his cheek and I felt a pain in my chest at the tender action.
“Allan! What happened to your neck!?” As soon as the words were out of his mother’s mouth, three angry men were standing over him to see. One grabbed the collar of the shirt I gave him and pulled it aside with a growl. I held my ground, standing just inside the doorway. My arms crossed as I watched the three of them swear and growl, completely ignoring Allan’s attempts to explain. My poor hunny was bright red and stuttering. Time to come to the rescue.
“Allan. Aren’t you going to introduce me?” His head whipped around at the deep, soothing sound of my voice. He broke away from the family to come grab my hand. He swallowed thickly, nervous as he turned.
“Uh, yeah. Jace, this is my family. Dad, Mom, this is my… boyfriend?” He hesitated on the last bit. I understood. We hadn’t even talked about what we were to each other, let alone introducing to family.
“What do you mean? Boyfriend? I thought you just met this dude a couple days ago?” One of the brothers piped up. There was a definite feeling of menace emanating from the men. I had to tread carefully.
“Luke…” the mother warned.
“That’s true. That’s why we’re going to take things slow.” I confirmed. Taking Allan under one arm and giving him a reassuring squeeze.
“How is becoming boyfriends and marking my brother slow, exactly?” The other one groused. The father crossed his arms and waited for an answer.
“Well I am not about to propose to him after three days. I think we should probably get to know each other a little better before I bend the knee, right love?” Allan spun around with a gasp and hugged me so tight I think I felt some ribs crack. It definitely got the point across to everyone, the mother was now hopping about in place with the father tried to hold her still. Now I knew where he got that from.
“DO YOU MEAN THAT?” Allan yelled into my chest. I laughed and tugged at his curls to get him to loosen up.
“I should hope so. I did mark you after all. Now, would you introduce us all properly so we can go inside?” I kissed his forehead and he pulled back to look at me. I raised my brows and he finally realised.
“Oh! Oh right. Everyone, this is my boyfriend Jace Rosewood.” That got a nice, satisfying look of shock on everyone’s faces. His brothers exchanged glances and then came up to shake my hand, while secretly trying to sniff me out. One shrugged, the other nodded.
“You probably don’t remember us, I am Luke. He’s Peter. Don’t call him Pete though.” He avoided my eyes, stepping back so the parents could close in. I got a bone-crushing hug from the little mother, definitely like mother like son.
“I am Emily, dear. This is Richard. We are so happy you are okay. I am so, so happy. I can’t even tell you. Oh my god, he’s going to be our son! Richie, baby, he is coming home!” She gushed, much to the discomfort of Richard and myself. We just shared a nod of understanding before I shooed everyone inside. They filled my small living room. Not just with bodies, but with laughter and life. One act of kindness had gained me something incredible. I hugged Allan tight to me and looked at them all with awe. Without even realising it, I had found my home.
“Home is where the heart is”… I have to believe that as an adopted kid myself.
I could spend a lifetime trying to find more of my blood, but my family… they are right here:
the kind people who took me in and raised me as their own,
my partner’s parents who love me just as much as they love their own,
my dear friends who never give up on me even when I feel like giving up on myself.
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