Episode Seven Terrified

D eklan

Luka looks so happy in that pool with our female. And look at her. I wouldn't have expected this, but she looks calm and satisfied. I've spoken with other wolven who have stolen a female and brought her into their clan. They all said it was a struggle at first. Females are usually not eager to leave the safety of their home clan even when it's arranged. Being stolen away is never their first choice.

But look at her. She's in Luka's arms as if she belongs there. This is good. I've thought for a long time we needed a female to bear young and bring us all even closer together as a pack.

Mirron's heavy body is caging mine, almost pressing me into this granite rock. Mirron. The love of my life. The respite from the endless pain and fighting and scrabbling for food and shelter. My reward for all the bad days. And although I wondered at first, believing I was only a hole for him to stick his cock into, I'm his reward, too.

We had a difficult start. I was lonely and desperate and willing to accept the crumbs he gave me. But that was years ago, and somewhere along the way, he grew to care for me. If I had to wager, had to quantify things, I'd say he might even love me more than I love him.

He's not happy. I can feel it in the way he's touching me. Can almost taste it in the air. He doesn't want the female here. I think I know why.

I crane my neck to look at him over my shoulder. It's almost as if I'm not here, no more a sentient being than the rock I'm perched on. His gaze is on them. No. On her.

"Come to the furs, mate," I coax. "Join me there. Let me scratch your back and maybe suck your cock when you get hard again."

His grunt combined with the fire in his eyes as he looks at her is exactly what I feared and expected. He's furious.

He eases off my back and lets me pull him to the furs. Before he lies down with me, he gives them one more glance. Every muscle in his face is hard, tight.

When we're lying down and I've stroked him so he's hard enough I can suck him off, he's finally as relaxed as I think he can get.

"She'll bear us young, Mirron. She'll let us keep our line alive. The female could be crying right now, scratching at the kit's eyes, kicking him in the balls. Yet she's looking at him like he's a good male. She recognizes he rescued her. She'll bring him happiness."

I wait for Mirron to agree, even if it's another grunt. Silence.

"You and I have shared pleasure in these furs for many passings of the seasons. Think of how hard it's been for him to listen to us grunting our bliss and exchanging our words of love. If I had to guess, I'd say they're close to the same age. They will be good together. Let him have this," I cajole.

My love turns his head to me and cocks it. Spearing me with those blazing eyes, one blue, one brown, he asks, "And you, Dek? You're going to let him have her to himself? Let the child she bears be his? Let them lie in this cave, in these very furs, and not want her lips around your cock? Not want to slip into her warm cunt? Look me in the eyes and tell me you'll be content to watch and never touch."

"I've never lied to you, my love. I won't start now. We are going to share her. All of us. You know it. I'll sheathe myself in every one of her holes, as will you. It is the way of life."

He grunts, turns away from me and feigns sleep for the first time since our first season together when he pretended I meant nothing to him. Now things are the opposite. He can't pretend I'm not the world to him. Although he's the biggest of us, the strongest of us, he can't pretend he's not terrified I'll love her more than him.