Her Lone Wolves by Diana Castle

swelling and rippling with her desire to be fucked by it.
    She felt Avery’s hands on her shoulders. He was trying to pull her away. She resisted for a moment, but when his hands became more insistent she released Everett. As she rose back to her feet, she stared wide-eyed as he began to transform.
    Coarse black hair sprouted from his skin, the muscles along his body rippled and melted and the bones of his arms and legs swelled and twisted. He threw back his head and howled, the sound reverberating through the room and then, before Jane could take another breath, a large, black wolf with dark-blue eyes stood before her.
    Avery’s hands were still on her shoulders. He was whispering to her not to be afraid.
    But she wasn’t. She put out her hand. Everett walked over and sniffed it. Then he licked it, his long pink tongue, wet and rough against her skin. She slid her hand along his muzzle then over to the thick fur about his neck. Her fingers slid in among the soft warmth.
    He playfully bumped his head against her leg. She looked down into his eyes.
    Everett’s eyes.
    She smiled.
    He licked her hand again then looked over at Avery. He went over to the front door and opened it. Everett ran out into the wind and snow swept darkness. Avery closed the door, but Jane could hear Everett howling in the distance,
    Silence now reigned in the room; the only sound the crackling of the logs in the fireplace.
    And finally, overcome at last by all she’d seen and learned, Jane lowered her face into her hands and sobbed.
    Avery quickly walked over, put his arms around her and held her as she wept.
     

Chapter Ten
     
    The Wolf-God was so deep inside Jane it felt as if the two were one. She had no idea how long they’d been fucking, but its phallus continued to move inside her; long, even strokes that had brought her to so many climaxes she'd been unable to keep count.
    The fire in the cave had gone down until it was nothing more than embers, but she wasn’t cold. The Wolf-God's heavy, shaggy body enveloped her, its heat surrounding her. The People were still in the cave, but she heard soft cries, deep moans and drawn-out groans, and she knew all of them were also copulating in the thick darkness.
    Jane pushed her trembling hands through the coarse, heavy fur on the Wolf-God's broad back. Its sinewy hips relentlessly drove its cock deep into her. Hard, even, cadenced strokes. She tried to lift her hips to match the rhythm. But the Wolf-God had her pinned so securely against the rock altar she was unable to move. She was totally at its mercy.
    The Wolf-God moved faster, its cock pounding inside her. Jane climaxed again, her nails digging beneath its fur to the firm flesh beneath. She screamed, her orgasm like the white-hot sun, blazing inside her cunt and her soul and consuming everything she was and ever would be.
     
    * * * * *
    Jane awoke to the sun shining through the window of the bedroom. The remnants of her dream of the Wolf-God fled from her mind like autumn leaves stripped from a tree by the wind.
    She’d fallen asleep downstairs before Everett had returned from looking for Caleb. Avery must have carried her up to bed. She was still in the clothes she’d worn yesterday. She left the bedroom and quickly went downstairs, anxious to see if they were back. Even before she reached the landing she heard voices coming from the kitchen. When she entered it, she saw all three of them having breakfast. They all turned and looked over at her.
    Neither Everett nor Caleb looked the worse for wear after their transformations last night. In fact, looking at them Jane couldn’t help but wonder if she had imagined the whole thing. Men turning into wolves? That was something that only happened in books or movies or television shows.
    “Morning,” Avery said smiling.
    “Good morning,” Jane replied.
    Neither Caleb nor Everett said anything. The two of them just stared at her. Feeling uncomfortable under their steady gaze, and awkwardly