CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER3

NOAH

Werewolves are real.

And one has fucked me. In the ass. Really, really well.

It took a couple hours to find my car after running away. I had spare gym clothes in the trunk thankfully, so I didn't have to drive naked and get the wolf cum, which had been steadily trickling out of me, on my seat.

I was exhausted. I'd been awake since 7am yesterday and it was now almost 3am.

I sighed and closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down. I dipped my head under the shower again as if I could rinse away the past few hours and forget that a werewolf popped my anal cherry.

I couldn't believe that it had made me come harder than I ever have in my life. And gave me multiple orgasms too. I mean, what did that say about me? That the best sex I've ever had by far, was with a member of the canine species.

I guess it depends on if he turns into a man. If he did, would he still be a canine? Maybe just part time.

I poured a generous amount of shower gel on my loofah and started scrubbing away the dirt that was all over me. My knees were caked in it from the vigorous fucking that the were-

No! Stop thinking about it.

If I didn't think about it, maybe I could pretend it didn't happen.

I hopped out of the shower, desperate for some sleep. I looked in the mirror and dropped my towel to the floor in horror. There, at the base of my neck, was a massive red bite mark.

Pretending it didn't happen is a bit impossible now. Fuck, it looks bad. Can werewolves catch rabies? Or HIV? Or any other human diseases?

Going to an ER was a bit out of the question. It did not look like a standard dog bite. I could imagine exactly how that conversation would go…

‘Sir, what bit you?'

‘A werewolf.'

‘That's not possible. They don't exist. Have you taken any illicit drugs recently?'

‘Nope. Just been fucked and bitten by a really fucking big werewolf.'

That's a one-way ticket to getting locked up in a mental facility.

I picked up my towel and finished drying myself before rummaging in my medicine cabinet for some first aid supplies. I found an antibacterial cream for cuts, scrapes and bites. I snorted at the irony.

I'm guessing it's not meant for this kind of bite.

It was all I had though so I began gently applying some to the bite and gasped at the pleasant tingly feeling.

Fuck, how does that happen?

When the wolf licked it, I came. For the second time. And when I touch it, everything tingled delightfully and my cock tried to resurrect itself.

I quickly applied the rest and stopped touching it. Fingers crossed once it heals that weird reaction will stop happening.

I climbed into my bed and set my alarm for 9am. I'd just have to open the shop a tad late tomorrow. I needed sleep.

Five hours later and all too soon, my alarm started beeping away at me.

"Ugh," I muttered and turned it off.

I sat up and suddenly last night all came back to me like a slap to the face. I remembered it all.

The werewolf and how terrified I was when I saw it but how it had oddly treated me so gently.

How amazing it had smelled, like the sweetest aphrodisiac.

It's textured tongue and all the places it had explored on and inside my body.

It's cock and the bizarre swelling thing it did, locking us together before it filled me to bursting proportions.

Then it's teeth and that nasty fucking bite it left on me.

Bastard.

I groaned and got up, feeling aches everywhere. Especially my knees which were bruising up spectacularly. Nice shades of red and purple coming to the surface.

I threw on some clothes and found a turtleneck sweater to cover up that angry bite. I brushed my teeth and grabbed my keys to head off.

Thankfully there's a great café above my bookstore where I could get breakfast since I had no time to cook. As I walked in, Jade smiled at me.

"Morning Noah, how was your hike?"

Terrifying. "It was great, thanks. How was your weekend?"

"Just the usual, movies and drinks with Vivien. What can I get for you today?"

"Just a coffee and the ham and cheese croissant please."

"Coming right up."

I took a seat and flicked through the local paper that was sitting on the table. I turned a page and saw the headline: ‘ Residents encouraged to stick to hiking tracks.'

That got my attention. Just as I was about to start reading it, I was interrupted.

"Your order's ready Noah," Jade called out.

Damn, she's fast! I picked up the paper and paid for my food.

"You mind if I borrow this for half an hour while I have breakfast downstairs?" I asked, holding up the paper.

"Sure, go ahead," she said with a smile.

"Thanks."

I made my way to my little bookstore underneath the café. I love it so much. It's my little safe haven. I could get lost in my books down there in between customers, but this morning, my focus was solidly on the paper in my hands.

I read the article:

‘The town council would like to remind residents that the Grishom Reserve Forest is vast and it is very risky to stray away from the hiking trails that are established.'

Yeah, no kidding!

‘ Some residents that have gotten lost have suffered dehydration, severe exhaustion and injury. The forest is also home to many wildlife and the trails are placed where they are to keep residents safe when hiking. Please remember to hike with a friend and stay on the trails.'

Well now I feel stupid.

How was I to know that the wildlife included were-fucking-wolves? Emphasis on the fucking. They were bizarre, horny werewolves with weird, enormous monster dicks that trap you so you can't get away.

I finished my breakfast then returned the paper to the café and began my work for the day.

I had an online store for my bookshop as well and would fulfill orders daily. I didn't have a large quantity of orders, but I liked to stock obscure titles in my shop and those were the ones that were often ordered online.

I found the ordered books and packaged them for postage. Once that was done, I did a little admin work before lunch.

I kept frozen meals in my fridge out back so I put one in the microwave and picked up another coffee from the café upstairs.

It was quiet, since it was Monday, which afforded me some time in the afternoon to look up all the werewolf books I had in the store and start doing some research.

I know, I know, novels are make-believe but where else was I going to look?

Unfortunately, what I found, was not that helpful. A lot of it was contradictory and the descriptions of the wolves were way off!

One novel wrote that silver harms them and the other says silver is fine but wolfsbane harms them. One novel says they're immortal and another says they just live a little bit longer than humans. One says they shift between wolf and human and another says they're deformed, mindless beasts.

Well, I know that last part is not true. If they were mindless, he wouldn't have understood me and he would have either killed then eaten me, or fucked me raw and brutally.

But he didn't. He'd been surprisingly gentle. And I'd… enjoyed it.

If I was truly honest, it wasn't just that I'd enjoyed it physically, which I did, I really did. I'd come harder than I ever had before in my life. But I'd also enjoyed the experience, as fucked up as that is. The sheer dominance of the wolf as he had his way with me and the taboo element of the fact that a werewolf was fucking me with his cock… his huge, smooth and slippery…

I sighed in frustration and pinched the bridge of my nose.

I need to let this go and forget about it. As long as I stay out of the woods, I'll be fine. That's where he lives, so that's where I won't go. I'll just wait for this bite to heal and get a tattoo to cover it or something.

I heard the bells of the door chime as a customer entered. I looked at the clock and realized I'd been reading for the last few hours and it was almost closing time.

I looked up to greet my customer but the words got stuck in my throat.