over the edge, splashing below. And I’ve seen a ton of slinking, broken-boned garou at Lobos since then, so I know a glare when I see one now, and know why I’m getting them--which, I personally think is good. I mean, before, I had no real idea.
Several times, before it was done, I heard Hood in my head alternating between Somebody turn on the lights! and Giselle!
Oh, there were a ton of ‘fucks’, ‘son of a bitch’s’, and ‘you’re dead’s’, too.
We watch the playback video for fun. Okay, Fera and I do, so we can watch Jack and Hood--and ourselves. We were awesome.
And we know who our friends are, now.
Anyhow, the lights came up, and pretty much checked the fight. With no cover of darkness, the naturals had to get the hell under cover. The rest of us were left shaking and bleeding on the hill.
I could barely stand, thought I was going to plop right over and roll to my death, but for good measure, I let out a howl. I had never had such an adrenalin rush.
There is a glory to being a werewolf; I don’t care what you say. And that night--I got it.
Other howls went up, echoed and reverberated.
“You’re right, Hood. She is one fucking beautiful bitch.” It was Fera. Bleeding, but not badly, she smiled at me and I knew, finally, that we’d found some tentative understanding. I had earned my place, deserved the homage that Hood had been giving me all along.
Jack asked, “Isn’t that what comes next?” Rising up on his hind legs like a bear, he said, “God, I love this place!”
Hood, however, was watching me. Waiting for me to settle down?
I felt more than saw the whole pack gathering, sitting. Many of them were behind bushes, peeking from behind boulders and trees.
Stretching my neck, rolling my shoulders, I glanced up at the moon, wondered what God would want me to do next. I prayed. I asked forgiveness. After all, I was standing on a mound of fur at that point. But more than that, I prayed to thank God for the opportunity to explore the unimaginable, to be free.
A silence settled on us, and I opened my eyes with a reverence to survey the mess we had made. I considered tiptoeing around it all and leaving quietly, to go lick my wounds, but something told me that they expected something more than that.
I let my gaze pass over them all, real slow, to Fera--who I gave a little smile to. She seemed happy, panting, tongue lolling--having shifted to lupus and dropped to her belly. Go to him, Giselle.
I looked over, and saw Jack posturing still, glorying in his spot on top of a high rock. But beyond him stood Hood. Almost humble--if crinos can ever be humble. Patiently waiting. He tipped his head.
Not very loudly, I said, “I will come, if you want me to.”
I heard the whispers down the hill as they relayed my words.
He held out his arms and said, “That’s all I ever wanted.”
Right there, in front of the pack, I went to him and ruined all doubts about why I was in Hood’s heart and soul. I started with my crinos tongue, kissed him well and good, then shocked them all by dropping to my knees, tongue out, laughing up at him with, “If you come, we both win. Right?”
You’re probably thinking...oh, hell no. She did not go down on him there.
But I did. I had him panting, howling at the moon, and right there when I had him at the edge--I stopped. And I asked, “What’s it take to get you to beg?”
I heard plenty of begging. A lot of groaning and complaining.
I’m telling you, it’s a bunch of voyeurs.
Hood reached for me, though, and pulled me up into his arms, silencing the whiners, proving his fortitude to them all. With a grin, he said, “You should know by now that I don’t beg.” He searched my face, pressed a sweet kiss to my lips.
There, in his arms, I crumpled a
Several times, before it was done, I heard Hood in my head alternating between Somebody turn on the lights! and Giselle!
Oh, there were a ton of ‘fucks’, ‘son of a bitch’s’, and ‘you’re dead’s’, too.
We watch the playback video for fun. Okay, Fera and I do, so we can watch Jack and Hood--and ourselves. We were awesome.
And we know who our friends are, now.
Anyhow, the lights came up, and pretty much checked the fight. With no cover of darkness, the naturals had to get the hell under cover. The rest of us were left shaking and bleeding on the hill.
I could barely stand, thought I was going to plop right over and roll to my death, but for good measure, I let out a howl. I had never had such an adrenalin rush.
There is a glory to being a werewolf; I don’t care what you say. And that night--I got it.
Other howls went up, echoed and reverberated.
“You’re right, Hood. She is one fucking beautiful bitch.” It was Fera. Bleeding, but not badly, she smiled at me and I knew, finally, that we’d found some tentative understanding. I had earned my place, deserved the homage that Hood had been giving me all along.
Jack asked, “Isn’t that what comes next?” Rising up on his hind legs like a bear, he said, “God, I love this place!”
Hood, however, was watching me. Waiting for me to settle down?
I felt more than saw the whole pack gathering, sitting. Many of them were behind bushes, peeking from behind boulders and trees.
Stretching my neck, rolling my shoulders, I glanced up at the moon, wondered what God would want me to do next. I prayed. I asked forgiveness. After all, I was standing on a mound of fur at that point. But more than that, I prayed to thank God for the opportunity to explore the unimaginable, to be free.
A silence settled on us, and I opened my eyes with a reverence to survey the mess we had made. I considered tiptoeing around it all and leaving quietly, to go lick my wounds, but something told me that they expected something more than that.
I let my gaze pass over them all, real slow, to Fera--who I gave a little smile to. She seemed happy, panting, tongue lolling--having shifted to lupus and dropped to her belly. Go to him, Giselle.
I looked over, and saw Jack posturing still, glorying in his spot on top of a high rock. But beyond him stood Hood. Almost humble--if crinos can ever be humble. Patiently waiting. He tipped his head.
Not very loudly, I said, “I will come, if you want me to.”
I heard the whispers down the hill as they relayed my words.
He held out his arms and said, “That’s all I ever wanted.”
Right there, in front of the pack, I went to him and ruined all doubts about why I was in Hood’s heart and soul. I started with my crinos tongue, kissed him well and good, then shocked them all by dropping to my knees, tongue out, laughing up at him with, “If you come, we both win. Right?”
You’re probably thinking...oh, hell no. She did not go down on him there.
But I did. I had him panting, howling at the moon, and right there when I had him at the edge--I stopped. And I asked, “What’s it take to get you to beg?”
I heard plenty of begging. A lot of groaning and complaining.
I’m telling you, it’s a bunch of voyeurs.
Hood reached for me, though, and pulled me up into his arms, silencing the whiners, proving his fortitude to them all. With a grin, he said, “You should know by now that I don’t beg.” He searched my face, pressed a sweet kiss to my lips.
There, in his arms, I crumpled a
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