Feral For Him

The early morning breeze skimmed across Shawn’s naked body. The cool mountain air ran up between his thighs and tickled his balls. He slammed his legs shut, not appreciating mother nature’s non-consensual touch.

He didn’t appreciate waking up naked on the forest floor or his new lupine tendencies, but that was his life now.

His heightened senses were an adjustment as well. He was bombarded with the sights and sounds of the forest around him. A crow called to its murder from its spot in the tall trees. Wind weaved through the trees, carrying in icy freshness from the nearby peaks. Shawn breathed in the earthy scents. His new, enhanced nose caught hints of tree bark and the trail of a long gone squirrel.

Most importantly, he caught the woodsy, unmistakable scent of the man he was secretly in love with.

“Fuck me,” a deep voice groaned behind him.

Shawn’s wolf perked up at the baritone drawl. It loved the sound of Wyatt’s voice and pushed against his core with its demands to get closer. Shawn ignored the animal’s plea because he was a complete and utter chicken shit.

His new pack didn’t transform under the full moon, the Ashwood Wolves shifted at will but often scheduled shift nights for everyone to play and hunt together. Last night had been Shawn’s first ever shift.

The wolf had been restless under his skin ever since he was bitten. It pushed and struck Shawn’s psyche like a semi truck colliding into a brick wall at full speed.

Go away, Shawn groaned to his inner animal as he rolled over. Twigs and rocks found their way into his exposed back where he lay sprawled out between a fern and an oak tree. The wind once again blew up between his legs.

His wolf ignored his pitiful pleas.

Shawn sighed.

He licked his dry lips and caught traces of copper from last night’s hunt. Saliva pooled in his mouth as his stomach lurched, threatening to lose its contents. Shawn pushed his hand to his mouth and managed to keep it together. His wolf huffed as if he were being dramatic.

He used to be a pescatarian.

Two weeks prior, he had been stuck behind a desk using phrases like ‘synergy’ and ‘optimization,’. Shawn looked up at the tree tops and soft blue sky. Corporate had been a nightmare but now he howled and hunted deer.

It was a bit of an adjustment.

More groans and a curse came from his pack mates as they slowly roused. The rest of the pack had found a spot to collapse after their night. Some were curled up next to their mates, others, like Shawn, were spread out alone.

The crows called unrelentingly like an obnoxious alarm clock. With no snooze button available, Shawn shakily pulled himself upright. Mother nature struck again, leaving him grunting and grumbling as he pulled a sharp stone from under his butt. He only wanted one thing poking him in the ass, and that was only happening in his dreams.

Wyatt, the Ashwood Wolves' head scout and the object of Shawn’s desires, continued his swearing as he got to his feet. His prick of a wolf had kept a vigilant eye on Wyatt’s location. Both the man and the wolf knew he had spent the night close by.

His wolf dug its claws into Shawn’s brain as punishment for not cuddling up to the scout.

Piss off, Shawn grumbled. It was too early to deal with his wolf’s antics.

Bleary eyed and fighting for control, Shawn nearly missed the naked body stepping in front of him.

Wyatt and a large man. He was burly, husky, stocky. His shoulders spanned wide and at the top of his tall frame were cinnamon coloured curls. Shawn wanted to stick his head between those thick thighs until his head was crushed.

His body was impressive so it made sense he carried around a monster cock.

Shawn got an eyeful of his massive cock as Wyatt stepped up close, his hands resting on his hips as if to ensure Shawn got an unobstructed look.

He stood in front of Shawn, naked as the day he was born, stretching and twisting out his sore muscles. He didn’t see to care that Shawn was tracing details with his eager gaze. Shawn knew the phrase ‘hung like a horse’ was a cliché, but as he got an eyeful, he didn’t have any other thought in his mind except: Holy shit.

Any last bit of fight his wolf had quickly dissipated.

Wyatt’s cock and heavy testicles swayed as he rocked on his heels to test the steadiness of his legs. The long, thick shaft hung low between his legs and dangled like a pendulum as he moved. Shawn and his wolf finally gained a common goal.

They needed to find out what it felt like.

Wyatt flexed his thigh muscles and his cock twitched. The length hardened under Shawn’s watchful gaze. He didn’t think it was possible for it to get any bigger, but the bulbous tip grew flush and it jerked to a standing position.

A hot blush rushed to Shawn’s cheeks. He felt like a voyeur as his

fingers grew restless and his mouth watered. The sore muscles in Shawn’s body tensed as he imagined himself doing his darnedest to swallow down Wyatt’s entire length. He could almost feel the phantom pine needles digging into his knees.

Impatient with his inactivity, Shawn’s beast pushed hard for Shawn to act on both of their desires. Having the beast living inside him was like having an overeager, murderous toddler living inside his chest and your brain.

Back down, he pleaded. The Ashwood’s head scout was leagues above Shawn. There was no reality in which Wyatt would ever let him touch him. Not the nerdy, afraid, and newly bitten pack mate.

The wolf didn’t care; it wanted to tackle Wyatt to the forest floor and mount him, his teeth digging into his neck in an enthusiastic claim. Shawn had been infatuated with Wyatt ever since he had laid eyes on him. His wolf had caught the woodsy masculine scent and in a heartbeat they were both lost to desire. I really like you! He wanted to blurt out every time he saw Wyatt.

His wolf had other declarations it wanted to make, none so sweet.

Shawn bit his tongue as his own exposed cock twitched. He slapped his hands over his lap. Wyatt and his grey wolf had kick started something primal inside Shawn.

He didn’t go a day without thinking about Wyatt and what he wanted to do to him. Late at night he dreamt of sinking teeth and thrusting cocks. His wolf wanted to bite down and be bitten in return. He often woke up covered in his own spunk and panting, still feeling unsatisfied.

A warm, heavy hand landed on the top of Shawn’s head. Wyatt’s fingers tangled into the back of Shawn’s hair and pushed his face forwards. His cock loomed closer and closer until Shawn was only a breath away. The salty tang of desire on Wyatt’s skin mixed with his unmistakable scent bruised dug into Shawn’s brain.

He would never smell anything so delicious again.

A bead of moisture clung to the rose head and Shawn wanted a taste. He lost his mind to pure animistic instincts. There were no thoughts left in his brain, the wolf had taken complete control and Shawn let it. He leaned forward until Wyatt’s cock dragged across his bottom lip.

Wyatt’s breath hitched, his grip tightened in Shawn’s hair. Another drop of precum surfaced and Shawn caught it on his tongue. A grumble of delight broke through his mouth as Wyatt’s taste coated his mouth. It chased away any lingering animal blood, rushing into his bloodstream.

Shawn opened his mouth and sucked down the head. Wyatt’s panting and groans spurred him on. His size would be a strain on his jaw, he was already starting to feel the ache, but the feel of it heavy and warm against his tongue would be worth it.

“You’re on my foot, bastard!” someone shouted.

The grip holding Shawn in place released with a jolt. The steady hand had held him up. Shawn’s mouth sunk down further onto his length. The unexpected increase had him coughing and gagging as the head struck the back of his throat.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” Wyatt stepped back, his cock quickly escaping.

His large hands gripped the length in a punishing fist. Shawn watched a string of Wyatt’s precum tremble between the head and Shawn’s lips. He could hear heavy panting coming from above him, but he was too nervous to look up and meet Wyatt’s eyes. He couldn’t handle seeing regret in his brown eyes. Shawn licked his lips and savored Wyatt’s taste now coating his mouth. Wyatt took a step away and swore softly. The loss of warmth was like a dump of cold water. His wolf howled it’s anguished and Shawn’s human brain took over. He took a shaky breath, feeling unmoored. Surely this would ruin any chance he had.

“Easy now,” Wyatt soothed, he reached a hand out to catch Shawn as he stumbled to his feet. The other hand was still clutching his dick.

Shawn took a step away from the man. His cheeks were burning and his lungs were fighting for air. He’d practically sucked Wyatt off in the forest surrounded by their pack mates.

Foliage crunched underfoot as the pack got themselves sorted and slowly exited the forest to make the walk back to the den. Lachlan helped his mate to her feet and walked over to the pair of blushing men. Shawn darted his eyes away from the alphas.

He used to be a software engineer. Now he was naked, standing on a tree root and trying not to see if the grey in his alpha’s beard went all the way down.

“How are you feeling?” The voice was full of paternal authority.

He could feel Lachlan’s eyes scan him for injuries. Shawn slapped his hands over his half-mast cock and did his best to cool the blush taking over his face.

“Fine,” he told the tree tops.

“You’ll experience some muscle soreness the next couple of days. Food and rest will help accelerate your wolf’s natural healing.” Shawn met his eyes, making sure to keep his gaze above the alpha’s chin. “You can work on your letter while you recover,”

There was a stack of blank paper sitting in his room ready for him to fill with his messy writing. He needed to write to Alex, his sister and remaining family, that he was dead. The paranormal world was unknown to humans, so all turned beings were required to cut ties with their family and death was the easiest solution.

He nodded, hoping to appease his alpha. He didn’t mention that he had already attempted two drafts only to break down in tears.

The werewolf bite he’d accidentally received had been rough, but telling her he’d never see her again had been harder than he could have ever imagined.

Lachlan looked skeptical at Shawn’s agreement but let it go, motioning for the others to lead on. Shawn kept his eyes up as his pack mate made their way towards the den before he hurried forward.

His dick jiggled under his cupped hands as he walked and knew without looking that everyone’s parts would be out and swaying with their footsteps. He thought about Wyatt’s cock in his mouth and bit his tongue to keep himself from saying something stupid like “Can I lick it again?”

Shawn slowed his steps, falling to the back of the group. Up ahead, Carlo, Wyatt’s brother kept trying to tackle him. The two smacked hands and shoved at each other before Carlo ran ahead to bug his mate. Wyatt’s steps slowed to a crawl until Shawn walked past.

“You haven’t finished your letter have you?” Wyatt said, his head bent low to murmur in Shawn’s ear. He felt Wyatt’s hot breath against his cheek, making goosebumps break out across his skin. He took a hasty step to the left away from Wyatt, nearly turning his ankle tripping over a root.

A young girl’s voice called out towards the alphas as she dodged fallen logs . Paige, Carlo’s daughter, was not yet fully ready for her transformation and spent the shifting nights with the elders who looked after the pups. Shawn watched as she leapt and bound and had no issues with roots or rocks like he had.

“Alphas!” Her voice called even as she stood in front of Lachlan, and his mate, Sasha. Carlo grabbed her as she ran past and flung her over his shoulder. She had lost her front tooth two days ago so all her words were coming out with temporary lisp.

Sasha stepped forward and brushed her hair aside as she wiggled in her father’s arms. “What’s wrong, pup?”

“Ms. Estelle said to tell you there’s been an attack.” She smiled wide. “Someone died!”