PackRescue (21 page)

The other wolves stared at her then looked away when her
gaze passed over them—male and female alike. All except for the massive brown
males who stood shoulder to shoulder as they watched her. She barked at them,
calling out playfully and they barked back.

Fina circled the open clearing ringed by the other wolves in
her pack. Yes. This was her pack. She ruled as top bitch. The two strongest
males were her mates. Despite that she felt hesitancy inside her, like
something wasn’t quite right. Like her holding this position wasn’t quite
right. Her wolf dismissed the feeling. It was an instinctive creature. It understood
strength, the bonds of the pack, affection—even love. It knew that to rule was
its birthright.

The black bitch stepped forward and circled opposite Fina.
Fina growled. This one was cunning. She was large and projected confidence and
power. By her size alone she should have claimed first challenge. Instead she
had let another step forward. Let another tire Fina, demonstrate her fighting
abilities, reveal any weaknesses.

Fina growled again and her wolf licked its teeth. No sly
pretender would rule in her place. No calculating sneak would get her paws on
Fina’s mates. Fina didn’t wait for the challenge this time. She raced for the
large black bitch and their bodies collided in the middle of the clearing.
Teeth dug into shoulders, tore into the thick ruffs of fur protecting throats.
They shook their heads violently, powerful paws smashed into snouts, claws
raked chests.

Fina bit, held on and dug her back claws into the ground.
She shoved forward, hard, letting strength and mass drive her body into the black
bitch’s. The momentum carried her up and over her opponent, carrying the bitch’s
body with her until the other was on her back. Fina planted her body over the
black bitch’s, sank her teeth in and shook her head violently.

Her opponent struck out with a powerful paw, twice. She
couldn’t dislodge Fina. She froze, lay back in submission then started to
whine.

This opponent had been too cunning to be let off that
easily. Fina let go of her throat and smashed her paw across the other’s black
snout, rocking her head to the side before she got off her, shook off the
saliva peppering her coat and walked away with her tail held at an arrogant
angle. Before she reached the ring of watchers she turned back. Her shoulders
held low in readiness, she paced around her prostrate opponent. The black bitch
whined piteously and watched her every movement. Her sleek, powerful body
twisted and she crouched with her belly on the ground. What she didn’t do was
cower in submission or run away.

Fina closed in on her, teeth bared, hackles raised. The
black bitch finally called an end to the match by yelping, jumping to her feet
and racing off into the night with her tail tucked between her legs. Fina
watched her retreat with savage satisfaction.

In a parody of a victory lap, Fina paced the clearing
slowly. She sensed the massive brown males fall into step with her, although
they followed at least two body lengths behind. Fina’s wolf surveyed her pack.
She let them nuzzle her, sniff her snout, the drying saliva on her coat, the
adrenaline-hot afterscent of victory surrounding her. One male began pacing
alongside her. He was young but large and perhaps his size gave him more verve
than it should. As he skipped along with his tongue lolling, he sniffed her
back end then laid a heavy paw on her shoulder to slow her and hold her in
place.

Fina’s wolf reacted to the male’s ill-considered attempt at
mounting her before her mates did. She spun, sank her teeth into his chest,
released, then sank them into his shoulder. Fina bit hard. Deep. She snarled—a
low, savage rumbling that made the young male yelp and try to run away. When he
did, he cried out in pain. His jerky movements ripped his skin and she made no
move to loosen her grip. She snarled again and every wolf around them trembled.
Finally she released her would-be paramour.

He backed away quickly, favoring his shoulder, but backed
right into Fina’s mates. They bit him too, although not as deeply or savagely
as Fina had. They growled, snarled and shoved him until, dazed and terrified,
the young male spun and headed for the relative safety of the treeline. He
stood in the shadows, shaking and licking his wounds. When Fina glanced back at
him, he ducked his head and looked away.

Fina finished her tour of the clearing. The remaining
members of her pack came to her willingly, sought her scent then touched her
and her mates with their snouts as they passed. The pack settled and a palpable
shiver of relief ran through it. Their top bitch turned, walked up to her mates
and stood between the two massive males.

As the three of them sniffed each other and rubbed their
chins over each other’s backs, the focus of their pack returned to normal. The
small silver bitch stepped up to Fina, greeted her with a playful yelp then
trotted away. She seemed to make a point of not getting too close to Fina’s
mates and when she left her six salivating suitors trailed after her.

Fina’s wolf chose its own route out of the clearing. Slowly,
she made her way through the mass of playful wolves. The scent of lust began to
grow thick. Her mates followed close behind, so close their snouts bumped her
back end. She felt their breath as they took in her scent. One bitch they
passed turned and lifted her tail, presenting her backside to Fina’s larger
mate. He snorted and kept walking. Another bitch spronked playfully, touched
her paw to Fina’s other mate’s snout then lifted her tail in invitation. When
he blinked, Fina spun. She bit the other bitch’s backside then cuffed the Beta
violently. He yelped, rubbed his nose, looked at her in open confusion then
stood beside her despite her growls and snarls. He rubbed his jowls over her
forehead and licked her cheek.

Satisfied, Fina nuzzled him back then resumed walking. After
that, no other bitches dared offer her mates a friendly, casual mount. When she
reached the edge of the clearing she glanced over her shoulder and was
satisfied she had her mates’ full attention, then raced off into the woods.

Fina’s wolf ran with every ounce of strength it possessed.
It remembered these woods, this young, wild land. Exalting in its freedom and
strength, her wolf ran until the running intoxicated it. She sensed her mates
behind her, keeping pace. Now and then one of them would move forward, crowd
her, redirect her path then drop back. They let her run, following their female’s
lead like males had since their species had been born.

After a time, Fina smelled the river. She knew this place.
The younger male caught up to her, squeezed her to the left until the three of
them were running parallel to the water. When the land dipped and the river
widened into a slow-moving stream, Fina ran into it, sending up sprays of water
in her wake before she stopped. She sensed the males watching her. Pacing back
and forth in the water, Fina surveyed the area with every one of her senses.
When she was sure they were alone, she drank then lowered her chest into the
water to cool herself. The males approached. When she shook, dousing them, they
yelped and jumped back indignantly. Her mouth opened in a parody of a smile and
Fina ducked her body under the surface again, letting the gentle current rinse
the spit and dirt out of her coat, soothe the scratches and glancing bites on
her skin. Her mates approached eagerly but warily.

With gentle nudges of their snouts and shoulders, they
guided her out of the river and onto the sandy bank. Circling her slowly, they
rubbed her fur with theirs, yipped playfully and nuzzled her face.

The very large male with the bright pale eyes bumped her
back end with his chest. He lowered his snout, sniffed her and touched his
tongue to her genitals.

Fina yelped and jumped away. Facing him now, she bared her
teeth. The male held his ground, waited then walked forward slowly. He nuzzled
her again and again moved behind her. Tension hummed through Fina’s powerful
body. Her other mate stood in front of her. He stroked her cheek, licked her
ear, ran his jowls over hers. The larger male sniffed her backside and the
younger one calmed her with a low, peaceful rumbling in his chest. This time
when the Alpha’s tongue moved over her, Fina didn’t jump away. She jerked in
fear but held her ground.

Breathing in the scents of her mates, Fina’s wolf weighed
its options. It wasn’t much of a debate mostly because its brain operated on a
different plane than the woman’s. It responded to its senses and instinct, not
rational, confusing thought. The wolf was young and strong. Even when it wasn’t
in heat her body enjoyed the uncomplicated pleasures of mating. It also
remembered her last mating, if it could be called that. There had been pain.
She had been unwilling.

Fina’s back end jerked away when her mate’s tongue passed
over her more firmly than before.

This male was large enough to overpower her on his own. With
his brother’s help, her struggles would be futile. Yet she sensed the patience
in them. They were her mates. They would honor her refusal at any time. The
male behind her growled with pleasure, licked the most sensitive parts of her
backside, seemingly intent on coaxing her into accepting him. His brother nuzzled
her face then ran his tongue over her neck, grooming her. She shivered
delicately.

When the large male behind her laid his paw on her back, she
didn’t rebuke him. She held herself still, locked her strong legs as he
transferred some of his weight onto her then waited. After a time, when she
didn’t shrug him off, he put a second paw on her back, rose up on his back legs
and touched the knob of his distended penis to her tail.

Fina trembled, looked back at him hesitantly then slowly,
very slowly, let her tail move aside. He touched his teeth to her neck, held
her in place and gently sank his penis into her.

When the bitch standing for him continued to shake, Cutler
gentled his movements. It wasn’t in his nature to claim a female slowly but he
was driven to care for this one like he’d cared for no other before her. He was
rewarded when her body opened to him, accepted the pleasure he offered. Even
then he didn’t thrust against her. He held himself still while his brother
stepped closer, nuzzled her, grumbled soothingly then licked her face. She
finally stopped shaking. Adjusting his paws on her back, trusting his
considerable weight to her powerful frame, he sank the knob of his penis deep
into her, felt his balls draw up tight and potent and started to move.

His mate growled but it was a sound of satisfaction, not
anger. When his brother moved, rolled and presented his belly to her, she
dipped her head and lapped at the tip of his penis. Cutler snarled with lust
and thrust into her faster.

His paw slipped and he adjusted his hold on her frantically.
Panting now, he released his hold on her neck. Primitive, glorious pleasure
shimmered in his sex organs, slid deep into his belly. The bitch holding him
howled then her body bore down on him hard. She gripped him tight, painfully
tight and he had no choice but to drive his penis into her as deep as it would
go and let the ecstasy take him.

Cutler’s wolf knew nothing but joy as his seed filled the
remarkable bitch standing in front of him.

After his ecstasy was spent, the base of his cock was
swollen and the mouth of her sheath was locked behind it. Not so tightly that,
if he wanted to and with a great deal of discomfort, he couldn’t jerk his cock
out of her. The wolf didn’t want to. It laid his chest on her back and panted.
Part of the man inside him imagined how it would feel to mount her when she was
in heat. When the mouth of her sheath would close so tight around him there was
no way he could escape and neither could the seed he’d spill in her…holding it
deep in her womb and fathering the cub he longed for. He sucked in his lolling
tongue, combed his teeth through the dense fur protecting the back of her neck
and stepped off her.

They stood awkwardly for a moment with Cutler’s swollen
penis still stuck inside her. He sighed with relief when the swelling started
to subside.

His brother got up, walked around them and made a sound that
was more laugh than bark. Cutler swiped at him but his brother jumped out of
the way.

When his penis finally slid out of his mate, she growled,
looked at him contentedly and held herself still while his brother sniffed at
her backside and laid a big paw on her hind quarter. Her tissues were swollen
and glistened in the moonlight. Cutler yawned then shook it off. After mounting
a female, he’d always dropped to the ground and slept, even if only for a few
minutes. Something about this female kept him awake and focused on her. He’d
never had a mate before. Never felt this pull, the need to stay close to a
bitch, to keep her close to him.

This need in him blended somehow with the eroticism of
watching her being aroused by his brother. Nath licked her backside, nudged
her, ran the cold, spongy tip of his nose over her heat. Then, as gently as
Cutler had, his brother stood over her, gave her the chance to refuse him then
entered her slowly. She leaned back into him, accepted him without hesitation
and howled at the night sky.

The three of them mated over several hours. In between they
played, drank from the river or curled around each other like pups. Finally,
when the moon was setting, Fina’s wolf lifted its head, howled one last time
and began trotting back to the clearing.

By the time they reached it, they’d resumed their human
forms. Holding hands, Fina and her mates wove their way through the members of
their pack who hadn’t yet left. Cutler glanced over at his friends Eddie and
Jane Robertson. Eddie lay asleep, spooned behind his wife’s body, gently
holding her naked breast. She nodded a greeting to her Alpha, Beta and new Top
Bitch as they walked past, then resumed absently stroking her abdomen. They
walked past Officer Suzanne Young. Her long blonde hair was disheveled and
spread over the weres lying in front of and behind her. Another male was curled
up near her legs. His pursed mouth touched her mound then he sighed and fell
asleep. They passed other clutches of weres, other couples, picked up their
clothing and made their way to Cutler’s SUV.