When Red realizes Frank’s friends are following her around her college campus she furiously confronts him and learns the truth- Frank and his friends are a pack of werewolves and she’s their pack maiden. Can Red handle the alluring affections of four hot men or will their beastly ways drive her away?
This hot 4,100 word story contains a sexy werewolf pack ménage sex, oral sex, anal sex and double penetration.
All four animals sit on their hunches and look at me, tails wagging like a group of well-trained dogs. What the fuck is going on! Not only are they all wolves but they’re friendly wolves too? Well, the more I think about it the more it makes sense. But what does it all mean?
“I don’t understand,” I say and scratch behind Frank’s ears.
Slowly, he turns back into a human and stands before me still naked as the day he was born. His other pack members turn too, Joe’s golden tan skin and toned body wetting my panties as I check him out. Dean’s swimmers build complete with a flat stomach and sexy arms could make any girl hot and bothered- not to mention his smooth brown hair and puppy dog eyes. Finally, I look at Bill. His pale skin is dusted with rusty freckles, and the shock of red hair on his head matches the hair between his legs. The smooth ivory of his toned chest looks good enough to taste. Damn it! I didn’t realize how horny I was until all these guys got naked in front of me!
“Your our pack maiden,” Frank says, taking my hand and kissing it. His lips linger on the smooth skin, their heat seeping into my veins and exciting my senses.
“What does that mean?” I ask- the cool garage suddenly getting a lot warmer than it was a moment ago.
“We protect you and you mate with us,” Frank says, his pale blue eyes serious in his bad boy face.
Well, shit. That’s kind of the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me. And the most turned on I’ve ever been. “All of you? Like at once?” Did they read my diary or something?
Frank nods, his lips turning up into his usual smirk as his fingers trail up my arms. “I think you can handle us all. You feel the spark of our touch, don’t you? We’ve been bonded since the day you rescued me.”
My heart speeds up, now out of desire instead of apprehension. “Yeah,” I mutter. His fingers leave fiery trails on my skin, and I ache for more. I’ve ached like this for a long time without realizing it.