Tags:
Fiction,
Romance,
Paranormal,
Adult,
Wolf,
Short-Story,
Erotic,
menage,
BBW,
Werewolf,
shape shifter,
mates,
alphas,
Roller Derby
much time. He barked, which Aspen immediately understood meant follow me , and he bounded off into the woods. Chase was close on his tail, and she started to follow him too. With every step, her legs became more coordinated, and her gait opened out. She expected to lose them within seconds, but, to her amazement, she found she could keep them in sight. The breeze whistled past her, and she wove in and out of the trees, at lightning speed, but with no fear that she’d collide with them. Her eyesight was incredible. The full detail of the forest was revealed to her – every spider, every leaf – things that had been hidden from her in her human form. She let out a howl of pure pleasure at the sensations running through her body, before she remembered that Brad had already warned her to be quiet. But Brad looped back, trotted over to her, and gave her an affectionate nip on the ear: it’s ok , he seemed to be telling her. Encouraged, she let out another howl, much louder this time, and heard it echo around the forest. Birds took to flight and little animals rustled in the bushes as they scampered away from her. She raced on, picking up scents that she’d never smelled before, but instinctively knowing what they were: a muskrat, a weasel, a squirrel. She salivated at the thought of eating them. Suddenly, Chase took a sharp left and his speed doubled. Aspen followed, watching as he gave chase to a small, quick animal with a bobbing white tail. It wasn’t long before he closed on it, and she caught up in time to see him snatching it by the neck and shaking it roughly. The rabbit lay limp and lifeless, its round black eyes unseeing. As Aspen crept closer, a little rumble escaped her jaws. Chase met her gaze, and she saw the human intelligence behind his narrow-eyed wolf’s stare. His teeth tore into the rabbit and he began to eat. She watched hungrily as he pulled the meat off the bones, learning his techniques. When he’d eaten half of it, he stopped and indicated that she could finish it. She dove in and sank her teeth into it, as if it was the most succulent steak she’d ever had. In fact, it tasted even better. She couldn’t believe that meat could taste so good. Leaving the final portion for Brad, she withdrew, licking her lips.
Brad devoured his share in a single bite, and they were running again, picking up scents here and there. A black squirrel darted out of the undergrowth, and Aspen began to give chase, until she was held back by a desultory growl from Brad. A moment later, the squirrel leapt up a nearby tree, and sat in a high branch looking down at her mockingly. She had a lot to learn. At last, the scent of another rabbit reached her nostrils. She couldn’t see it, but the smell was strong. As she looked around for Brad, he gave her a yip of encouragement. She picked up her pace and loped along, her nose carefully tracking its direction. It wasn’t long before a white tail appeared in her field of vision, like a flag, and she began to sprint, closing on it with every surge of her powerful hindquarters. It was directly in front of her; the smell of its fear was thick in her nostrils. She opened her jaws to snatch it – and missed. She had no idea how to get hold of it. As she faltered, it dashed away from her, and she gave a howl of frustration. Brad ran over to her and nipped her again: better luck next time . Chase joined them moments later, with the rabbit hanging from his jaws. They shared it again, before trotting back to the tree where Brad and Chase had left their clothes.
Aspen watched in fascination as they shifted back to their human forms, trying not to stare too obviously at their nakedness, at the big cocks swinging between their muscular thighs.
“I’ll whistle to you when the coast is clear,” Chase said as he and Brad vaulted over the hotel wall again. When the whistle came, Aspen didn’t hesitate this time, clearing the wall effortlessly. The two men led her back to Brad’s
Rebecca Hamilton, Conner Kressley