Rejected Wolf by Rae Foxx

18

“No, stop!”I felt the words sting my throat, scratching the soft membrane like coarse sandpaper. “Don’t hurt them!”

I couldn’t see their faces but I knew somehow they were my parents. My wolf cried out inside me, also knowing the connection to them. There was someone standing over them, hovering like a black shadow. They shifted as the person, a man I thought, took a swing at them with something, an axe maybe. Everything was so fuzzy, I couldn’t be sure. I heard the thump as the weapon fell to the ground and the man shifted into his wolf. The creature was large and black; his shape of black against black making him almost look like a shadow. To say he was menacing was being nice.

The creature was a horrifying, ominous mass. I needed to get away from him.

But he wasn’t alone.

A pack of wolves drifted from the shadows of the forest behind the black wolf. They had hungry eyes and sharp fangs.

My parents were surrounded. They rounded me, trying to protect me the best they could but even I knew they were outnumbered. The female, my mother, turned around and whined at me, biting my hind quarters, telling me to run.

I did, but the last thing I saw as I looked back was the black wolf’s teeth sinking into her throat.

The moon lit up the night as I shot up to a sitting position gasping for breaths. Tears ran down my face in rivers as I continued to sob, a carry-over from the dream. I couldn’t believe I’d dreamed of them. I never had before, there had always been a lock there. Maybe it was something about being with these vampires that had triggered memories I didn’t even realize I had.

The ground was warm around me. Reggie and Henry were sitting still by a few rocks. Their eyes were closed but I knew they didn’t sleep. They must’ve been deep in thought.

I needed to move, get out of here, even if that meant just a quick walk around. The cool air filled my lungs and calmed me down as I walked, avoiding the cacti and anything else that might trip me up. The dream pulsed in my mind, flashes of pictures reminding me and my heart of the depth of pain I didn’t even know existed.

As I rounded a boulder, I saw someone in the distance, sitting on a boulder.

From where I was standing the shape almost looked like a merman, some beautiful ethereal being all stretched out on a rock.

Then I saw what he was doing.

I saw the fully erect penis in his hand. Watched his hand move over himself as he brought himself closer to climax.

Unable to move, I stood there, staring, my core growing warm as I watched his hand move over himself, watching his back move as he brought himself closer to climax.

I knew I shouldn’t watch, but I couldn’t pull myself away, not even as he turned to face me.

Titus smiled as he caught me watching him, the rough motions of his hand against himself slowing as he slid off the rock to face me.

“I knew you liked what you saw,” he said, his hand still sliding against himself as he walked towards me. I knew I should walk away, step back and bolt. Yet, I couldn’t move.

That line that had drawn us together since I had let him drink my blood was tightening, holding me in place.

Reminding me what I wanted.

What I deserved.

And damn it all… as everything flooded warm and tingly through my nether regions he reached me, grabbing my hand with his free one and wrapping my hand around his.

“I knew you wanted me.”

“I don’t know what I want,” I admitted, even as his hand wrapped around mine, pressing the palm of my hand against the soft, wet skin of his hardened cock.

“I think you do,” he whispered, moving his hand over mine, guiding my palm up and down his cock as he stepped closer, closing the gap between us. “I think you know exactly what you want.”

Before I could answer, he leaned forward, capturing my lips as he held me against him, his cock in my hand, the wide head pressing against my navel.

He tasted like cinnamon. Like campfire and candy and every sweet wonderful thing. He was everything I was craving, and nothing that I should have, but it didn't matter. I leaned into him, letting his hand wrap around me as my lips danced with his and my hand slid over him. Up and down his long length I moved, his hands drifting over me, grabbing my shirt and lifting it over my head with one tug.

I let him unclothe me, my hand still sliding over his hardness and he breathed, his breaths coming in sharp inhales and I brought him closer to release. It was only when his lips pulled from mine in a gasp that I opened my eyes.

That I realized we were not alone.

Reggie and Henry stood just behind their brother, watching us, eager glints in their eyes.

I don't know what it was about seeing them there, about knowing that we were one day from going back to my pack, from maybe losing them altogether; but seeing them there tightened all those cords into an iron band. Linking us all together.

There was no escaping them now. I knew it. They knew it. And my lady bits sure as hell knew it.

My entire body was flooding with desire as I reached for them.

I wanted them. I wanted them all. And I wanted them right now.