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Wolf Moon
L ike Samhain, the Wolf moon has… an interesting effect on us Direwolves. We’re much more blended with the beast in our souls.
My wolf doesn’t hover around my consciousness; she’s just here, in my blood, in my jaws, and in my eyes.
We are one on this night, under the full Wolf Moon.
All the holiday decorations are still up in the town, but that will slowly change after tonight’s Pack run. The tradition in The Hollow is to leave everything until after Wolf Moon. Like a town wide superstition, no one takes down decorations before today. It's almost as if everyone thinks you invite bad luck into your home otherwise.
I can’t say I believe in that, but then again… Our decorations are still up at the Cabin.
As Jay, Saint, and I walk through the little festival, my hand captured by Jay and Saint’s arm thrown over my shoulders, I take in the glittering lights, and the mouth-watering aromas from all of the food trucks of the festival. Memories of festivals past, where I’d walk hand in hand with my dad, bundled in eighteen different layers because of the bitter cold, run through my mind.
Sam is around here somewhere, using Marcus as a connection for an introduction to the Rodeo crowd. She spied their booth almost as soon as we’d arrived. Apparently, Marcus was a hand there before his job on the oil rigger.
I haven’t seen Dante all day, though I know he borrowed Saint’s Jeep since the orange monstrosity was conspicuously missing. Ivy said she was choosing to stay home today, and I can’t help the sneaking suspicion that the two things are connected.
“Are you hungry, Tiny?”
“I could eat, yeah. What are my options?”
“There are french fries on the other end,” Saint begins listing vendors, knowing the locations of the various trucks like the back of his hand. “Fried dough and hot chocolate over there, kettle korn by the lemonade stand. And then, of course, you have your Philly cheesesteaks, your hot dog and hamburger options over there, oh , and the Pizza is by the curly fries.”
“What strikes your fancy, Darlin’?” Jay asks, caressing the back of my hand with his thumb.
“Fried dough and hot chocolate,” I respond, letting Saint steer me along. He gives a handful of people high-fives as we move through the crowd. Thankfully, the bitter cold has let up for a few days, and by the looks of it, almost the entire Pack is out, enjoying the festival and mild weather.
“What time is the Pack run, Alpha?” I ask, trying to contain my smirk as we walk along. Since I discovered how riled up Jay gets when his title comes out of my mouth, I fully abuse that power at every opportunity. And he knows it.
Regardless of the tension between the three of us, I still just look at the glowing lights on the lamp posts and trees lining the streets and along the storefronts as my boys and I walk to the food truck.
People in California never decorated this much or left it up nearly as long. I hadn’t realized how much I missed the traditions of my town, my Pack.
“Full dark. After everything lately, I thought waiting until we had full cover would be best. Who knows how many people will end up bipedal tonight.” Jay answers my question easily, giving me a dark look for using his title.
“I could name a few people I’d like to see bipedal tonight,” I murmur as we join the line for fried dough.
“You cannot say things like that out loud, Tiny,” Saint groans, quickly adjusting the front of his jeans.
“He has a point, Gorgeous.” Jay agrees in that dark voice.
I laugh, loudly .
By the time it’s our turn in line, the aroma coming from this truck has spiked my appetite, and now I feel as if I could put away several trays worth of the golden crisp, pillowy dough covered in cinnamon and powdered sugar.
Jay orders for everyone, stepping free and pulling out his wallet without prompting. It makes a small smile pull at my lips, resting my head against Saint’s shoulder.
I feel so incredibly lucky to have them. Both of them.
“What are you thinking, Tiny?” Saint asks, then presses a kiss to the top of my head.
“That I really want this fried dough in my mouth already,” I chuckle, watching them prepare our order inside the truck.
“Is that all?”
“Are you looking for a specific thought?”
“Nope, just always wondering what’s going on inside that fascinating brain of yours,” Saint quips back.
“Here, here!” Jay chirps, turning with our food in hand.
“Yeah, you agree with him, Big Guy?” I ask, taking one of the plates.
“Absolutely. I never know what’s going to come out of your mouth.”
I laugh, throwing my head back on Saint’s arm. “Never?”
“Okay, maybe not never, ” Jay agrees, smiling at me.
Then, Jay and Saint steer me toward the tent with plastic chairs and round tables set up underneath in case of rain.
Sitting under the tent, Jay Saint and I devour our fried dough, slurping our hot chocolates. Other Pack members periodically stop by to clap Jay on the back or give Saint a high five, asking about the Pack run or how his father is doing, among other things.
Again, I can’t help comparing the boys to some of the other Packs I had wandered through while away from The Hollow.
So many Alphas still ruled with fear rather than respect. There is a vast difference between the atmosphere here and the other Packs I’d visited throughout the years. Sure, I was always welcomed into the fold, but looking back, I have a suspicion my invitation had only been extended due to the color of my fur.
The Hollow, though, feels like home in a way that has nothing to do with having been born here and everything to do with the two wolves in front of me.
The sun sank below the horizon a few hours ago, but the bright Wolf Moon illuminates the forest floor. It reflects off Jay’s fur as he leads the Pack through the trees, over the hills, and through the gorge. Saint and I run side by side, bumping shoulders as we careen through the forest, content with following our Alpha tonight.
Eventually, though, when the rest of the pack split off, chasing their own desires, Jay, Saint, and I find ourselves deep in the woods and alone.
The bipedal shift takes Jay first, and he slowly rises above Saint and me as his limbs crack and change into something between wolf and man. Skin and fur blend together over his shoulders, chest, and thighs. My wolf and I succumb to it next, rising on hind legs, paws changing to hands with deadly claws.
And finally, Saint shifts.
Saint rises on two legs, his thighs and arms covered in cinnamon fur longer than Jay’s. His green eyes, bright from within a wolfish face, are a sight to behold.
Heat blooms in my core as I take in their forms, the thick knotted base of Jay and Saint’s cocks.
My mouth waters with the urge to lead them on a chase, see which one is faster– take them both.
Jay’s wolfish voice is thick when he asks, “Do you want both of us, Gorgeous?”
“I need both of you,” I reply, taking slow, measured steps to the side, drinking down the sight of Jay and Saint bipedal, and rock hard for me. The knott at the base of Saint’s cock looks a little different than Jay’s, almost… ribbed.
“I want to chase you, Tiny,” Saint grumbles, stroking his cock twice.
“That can be arranged,” I reply, taking another few steps.
“Think he can outrun me, Gorgeous?”
“Couldn’t tell you, but I think you’ll have to work together to catch me, ” I reply, then take off.
Running through the trees as fast as I can, hearing the boys thundering after me. A wild howl rips free of my lungs, echoed by the boys. Far off, I hear the echoing sound of the Pack howling into the cold night.
Laughing, I lead the boys all across the forest until, eventually, I realize they’ve come up with a plan together. Well, that means it’s time for the real fun to begin.
Slowing only slightly, I let their plan unfold.
In unison, they launch at me, encapsulating me in a cocoon of werewolf, and together, we collapse on the forest floor.
Laughing deliriously until it turns into moaning when Jay wastes no time, splitting my thighs apart and lapping at my center with his wolfish tongue.
“Fuck, I want to knott you, Love,” Saint moans, tapping my chin with his thick cock, a bead of precum already gathered at the tip.
“Please- I want you both to knott me,” I gasp, opening my mouth for Saint, flattening my tongue.
“You mean we take turns?” Jay asks, rising to his knees between my thighs.
“I want you to pass me back and forth like your little slut, and then I want to take both of your knotts,” I reply, using a hand to stroke both of them.
Jay and Saint groan in unison, and then the blonde Adonis says, “Fuck, dude, how’d we get so fucking lucky to be blessed with this fucking goddess ,” while clapping Jay on the shoulder with a wolfish claw.
“Not a fucking clue, but I’m mother fucking grateful,” Jay growls, then lifts me so that I’m facing Saint with my knees hooked over his forearms.
“Oh, you’re giving Saint first dibs?” I gasp, running a claw over my clit. The zing of pleasure and pain makes me shift my hips and drop my head back on Jay’s shoulder.
“Poor guy’s got some catching up to do, Gorgeous,” Jay hums in my ear as Saint lines his cock up, runs the tip through the dripping wetness already gathered in my center, and slides in easily.
“Fuck you feel so good, Love-” Saint growls, his wolfish voice thick as he runs his tongue up and down the column of my throat.
I can’t do anything other than gasp, moaning in pleasure. Saint pumps in and out of me roughly over and over, and then, without warning, he’s gone. Then, Jay passes me to Saint, lining up and sliding in just as easily.
“Oh, fuck, yes, just like that-” I gasp, fingers tangling in Saint’s long wolfish fur. “Please- oh, fuck-”
Saint chuckles, then lifts me off of Jay with my knees hooked over his elbows. And then, he’s plunging in and out of me, my back slamming against a tree.
“Watching another wolf fuck my girl like a little slut in the forest shouldn’t be this fucking hot,” I hear Jay groan, watching him stroke himself over Saint’s shoulder.
“Want to watch him make me cum, Alpha?” I moan, clawing into Saint’s back.
“You want to cum already, Love?” Saint coos, slipping that thick, ribbed knott deeper into me bit by bit.
“Please?” I gasp, clamping down on him with every shift of his hips, every glorious inch of him as it slips in deeper.
“What do you say, Alpha? Can she cum?” Saint asks as Jay saunters over to us.
Jay clamps a wolfish hand tipped with claws around my throat and says, “Only if you scream for him, Gorgeous.”
Saint starts moving faster, drawing a whimper from my throat that turns into a cry as Jay reaches between us to stroke my clit.
“Fuck, Alpha, she’s so fucking tight around my knott-” Saint moans, snapping his hips into me faster and faster, going deeper until he’s giving me the entire length of him and his knott with every stroke.
“Kiss each other for me?” I beg, reaching out to Jay, who’s blue-green eyes hum with power.
“Yeah, you liked that?” Jay asks, cutting a look toward Saint.
I nod, barely holding on to the edge of oblivion.
“Fuck, Alpha, come here-” Saint gasps, grabbing the back of Jay’s head.
The boys kiss in a clash of teeth and tongues as Saint pumps in and out of me, Jay stroking his cock faster and faster. Release barrels through me, and a scream that morphs into a howl rips from my throat. Pleasure is still burning through my veins when Saint withdraws, and then Jay is there, filling me over and over.
“Oh my fucking god-” I gasp when Jay wastes no time, giving me his knott with each stroke.
“You take it so well, Gorgeous,” Jay moans, and Saint comes up behind him, letting Jay lean back into his chest for better leverage.
“You guys are so fucking hot-” I moan, reaching down to sweep my clit, bringing release crashing over my senses.
“Likewise, Gorgeous,” Jay says while Saint moans, “Right back at you, Love.”
“Please, can I have you both?” I beg, tilting my hips in time with Jay’s frantic thrusts.
“Anything you want,” Jay gasps, pumping into me and stalling.
“Both of you, lay down, dicks together-” I reply, giving them the universal symbol for scissoring. Two peace signs laced together. Jay places me back down on the ground, and then the two of them move practically in unison.
Laying on the forest floor, Jay and Saint look like every single one of my fantasies, and then some. One hand stretched behind his head, Saint’s cinnamon fur starkly contrasts the snow and Jay’s silver fur. Jay lays with his elbow propped on the ground, holding his and Saint’s dicks upright, our shared wetness gleaming in the moonlight. Dropping to my knees, I open my mouth as wide as I can, stretching my tongue out to taste them, taking both of their cocks into my mouth.
Just like the rest of them, Jay and Saint are built similarly. Handsome, wolfish with a pair of long cocks– and they’re all mine.
As I swirl my tongue around the fat tip of their cocks, grazing my wolfish teeth against the shaft of Saint, the boys moan.
And then, I can’t take it anymore. I don’t want to wait. I move, kneeling above them. First, I sink down on Saint's cock, then rise and sink down on Jay’s. Back and forth, I take them one at a time, then, slowly, ever so slowly, I sink down on the combined girth of Jay and Saint– moaning and whimpering with the stretch– the delicious fullness.
“Mother of god- ” Saint groans, gripping my hips to keep me in place, fully seated on both of them– knott and all.
“You’re so fucking perfect ,” Jay moans, pushing his hips up impossibly deeper.
“It’s so much,” I pant, wondering if I have actually lost my mind.
“You’re doing so good, though, love,” Saint moans, drawing his cock out, then back in just enough to make me moan.
“Yeah?”
“Oh, yes. Fucking perfect, Gorgeous.”
"Show us how you can take it, Tiny- you can do it," Saint pants, running his hands up my spine.
Slowly, the three of us begin to move, drawing more sounds from my throat, more desperate clawing at their skin.
"That's it," Jay encourages, running his tongue up my chest.
“I’m not gonna fucking last you’re so good, Tiny,” Saint moans, throwing his head back, letting out a soft howl that almost sounds like a whimper.
“I want to cum on your cocks. Please make me cum?” I start begging, rubbing my clit faster and faster, lifting my hips in the same rhythm.
“Your wish is our command, Gorgeous,” Jay quips, and Saint lets out a whimper as they pick up the pace. Then, Saint reaches up to grip my throat while Jay plunges his fingers into my open mouth.
“Come on, give it to us,” Saint encourages me, saying,“Take these fucking knotts like the good girl you are.”
And that's all It takes. my orgasm rips through my body, seizing my lungs and locking my muscles, turning me limp in their arms.
“You want us to cum for you, Gorgeous?” Jay pants, his movements turning jerky, voice strained.
“Please- Fill me up, give it to me!” I scream, still riding that wave of pleasure.
Jay and Saint let out a sound that echoes mine, morphing into a howl as they lock their arms around my hips, pushing me down on their cocks as far as I can go, locking us all together.
In the cold winter air, our breath creates great big plumes of fog until it drifts into the barren canopy and dissipates in the wind.