ankles over the backs of his thighs, and drove her
hips up to meet him as he commenced a hard, fast, pounding fuck.
She
was sure that it still hurt, probably hurt like hell, but any pain was totally
lost in a roaring rush of ecstasy. This was what she'd always wanted. To be
pinned and helpless, ravished by a hairy brute, fucked mercilessly. She came
twice before losing track of her orgasms, before they just blurred together in
a cataclysmic thunder.
Rommie
howled, and she howled with him, and he pumped in and out with bestial frenzy.
The waving black banner of his tail slapped against her knees as his buttocks
flexed, driving him deep. He erupted within her, flooding her with hot liquid,
and the spasms of his cock sent her into the throes of a final shattering
climax.
All
Jaylee could do was quiver and make little mewling noises. Rommie clambered
off, crouched over her, and shook himself like a wet dog. He made a whuffing
noise.
As
he sat back on his haunches, his transformation reversed itself. Fur fell away
in drifts. His forehead rose, his jaw receded. Gristle popped as his limbs
rearranged to a human configuration.
He
looked at her. She looked back, not knowing what she would say even if she'd
been able to speak.
"Like
you guessed," he said, "I am a werewolf. Always have been. Born that
way."
"Oh."
It was the best she could muster.
She
was wringing with sweat, coated with his shed hair, sticky, achy, and more
utterly sexually satisfied than she had ever been in her entire life. Not even
the long ago boyfriend had left her feeling like this.
"You
all right?" he asked.
"Yeah.
Do… do you do this a lot? To other women who come out here?"
Never
been one like you," he said. "Never one that I thought might still
want me after I changed."
"How
did you know that I would?"
A
rustle made her turn her head. The other wolf stalked into the clearing and
shot Rommie a very sentient reproachful glare, then sat down with its tail
curled around its forepaws and its shining green eyes on Jaylee.
"Don't
give me that look," Rommie said to the wolf. "Told you, I saw her
first. I had to run you off."
The
wolf growled. Jaylee remembered what it had done to her, what she had let it
do, and how much she had liked it. A renewed redness colored her cheeks, but at
the same time, a renewed twinge of arousal kindled in her loins.
Rommie
winked at her. "Remy fancies you, too," he said. "But I had
dibs."
"Remy?"
"My
brother. Twins."
"Ah,"
Jaylee said. "Nicknames? Short for Romulus and Remus?"
"Not
very original," he admitted. "But Mom thought that it suited
us."
"So
he's a werewolf, too?"
"Right,
though Remy prefers to spend most of his time all the way in wolf-form, while I
spend most of mine as a man. I'm sorry if he scared you."
"What…
um… what are you going to do with me now?" she asked with considerable
trepidation.
"I
suppose you can guess what Remy would answer to that," Rommie said.
"I keep telling him he'd have better luck with women if he went around on
two legs some of the time. But he likes it best down on all fours. What can I
say?" He shrugged.
Remy
trotted over to Jaylee. The terrifying, fierce wolf of earlier was gone,
replaced by an oversized puppy giving her a hopeful, head-tilted, yearning gaze
with big winsome eyes.
She
couldn't help laughing and ruffled his ears. He let his tongue loll out.
"You…
don't mind?" she asked Rommie.
He
shrugged again. "You don't owe me anything. I had my first dibs. After that,
it's all up to you."
"I
must be out of my mind," Jaylee muttered. She looked at Remy. The wolf
whined appealingly, and inched closer, wagging his tail.
It
was insane, totally wrong, but before she could stop to talk herself out of it,
she rolled onto her hands and knees and presented her backside to the wolf.
Glancing over her shoulder, she saw that Remy's and Rommie's green eyes had
widened in identical expressions of surprise and joy.
Remy
wasted no time. He situated himself behind her and