distance. So that was one of those deals where he wasn’t sure if he was doing good or not. Stupid fuck.
“I really would like to see something unusual.”
He and his friends rubbed themselves harder. Guess they couldn’t help it, what with a female saying she wanted something more.
“Why don’t you taste your own juice?” I batted my eyes.
Hood asked in mind talk, Fera, if you can hear me, you better let me know where you are.
Answering him would have stopped my fun. I couldn’t wait for him to find us on his own.
“You mean, like this?” Mr. Vocal slid a finger over the hooded end of his cock and then put it to his lips.
I asked, “You like the way it tastes?”
I know he was thinking this could be one of those damned if I do, damned if I don’t situations. He took a gamble and said, “Yeah.”
“Good. Lick his cock, please.” I let my nose dip toward the guy next to him. “All of you, pick a friend.”
They weren’t sure if they wanted to do it. I mean, you could tell some of them were up for it. They’d turned to the guy next to them.
That’s when Leer and Hood found us.
Hood exclaimed, “What the fuck?”
I tried not to laugh.
Leer turned a sorry eye on his pack brothers, breathed out through his nose a few times and, I’m sure, struggled for words. See, two dogs fucking is fine. Many dogs fucking is okay. But no females in the party, that smacks of straggle packs. No breeding. I’m not saying it’s bad. Just...not our deal at Pack City.
Now, I didn’t realize it, but the little bit of excitement there had really started to get my juices flowing. So you could say that, even though I don’t really go for it, it did kind’ve turn me on. In fact, I was a little disappointed I didn’t get to see a little more action before the others showed up.
But my scent had definitely caught a little wind.
Bitches started to circle in.
And I think Leer forgave that sorry lot, just on basis of the fact that I was to blame. Irritated me a little. I mean, well, I don’t want to get into that. But mark my words, you don’t want to make a bitch mad. We tend to carry grudges.
Kayty arrived, took a look around.
Did I mention that the sudden arrival of everybody else didn’t make those knotheads take their hands off themselves? They kept on stroking, and started releasing in spurts. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Mr. Vocal dump his seed, then lick his fingers. And yeah, he was watching me the whole time. I pretended not to notice.
The smell of fresh semen had everyone’s nose twitching.
Again, though, I felt more than saw, a movement in the woods outside the perimeter line. I sat up. But you can sure as hell bet my ass was on the ground. Whatever was out there, I think, had come for smelling me. And it scared me, not knowing what it was.
I peered toward the shadows, and that’s when I saw him.
Chapter Four
“Fera!” Hood’s voice had me snapping my head around in a quick swivel. “I thought I told you to stay close.”
That annoyed me. “I needed to stretch.”
Hood’s gaze strayed to the losers. “Some stretch.”
“I need to run.”
Kayty said, “It’s coming. I can smell it.” She meant my change.
Leer agreed. “Everybody in P.C. can smell it.”
“Fera, why don’t you come back to the council cave? It’ll be safer for you there.” Kayty’s compassion almost suckered me in.
But the eyes in the woods, I could feel them still. And I wondered who, or what, had smelled me and come. Come to make me come. That thought made me grin to myself. I wanted to come, go, out and see--and come. The thought kinda drumrolled through my brain, repeating itself until I forced
Pattie Mallette, with A. J. Gregory