CHAPTER 8. It was three days later when Ellie pushed her bowl away from her

It was three days later when Ellie pushed her bowl away from her.

“Honestly, Duggan. I’m stuffed. I’ve gained all my weight back and then some. I’m perfectly healthy.”

“Maybe one more bite, sweetheart.”

“Duggan!”

“Just try for me, Ellie mine.”

“I’ll never have children. Pregnancy would be nine months of pure hell.”

“That’s something we should probably talk about, Ellie. It’s not something you have to worry about. I’ll never impregnate you and I hope it didn’t take from a few days ago in my pelt.”

“You don’t want children?”

“No. I’m fine with just you and me.”

“I would like babies. I’d given up, thinking I was resigned to a fate with older men.”

Duggan sighed. “You’ll get used to it again, Ellie. Having babies is hard. I don’t want to compromise you in any way.”

“I’ll always want them. Because they’re yours. I love you, Duggan. Don’t be afraid. Besides, you’ll need someone to take over one day.”

“Is that what this is about? Ellie, we have a long time to worry about that. I won’t lose my strength until my eighties, at least.”

“And I don’t want to lose you even then, much less watch, Duggan.”

He kissed her. “Don’t worry about it. I can’t risk losing you now. I’ll be worried sick until you bleed again.”

Duggan arrived home to find Ellie waiting for him on the front porch, in his favorite green nightgown.

“What are you doing outside? It’s getting colder out.”

“Time to swap the silk for the flannels?”

“Flannels? There’s no such thing for you.”

He stepped in closer to swing her in his arms. And then he smelled it. The aroma of blood. He looked relieved, so Ellie kissed him lightly.

There were just the three of them for dinner, Ellie, Duggan and Jonathan.

“Ellie, I need to talk to you about our next gathering. I need you to be there, love. Although you’re my mate, which to my people is the same as wife, you need to attend and see how we function. Meet the other wolves, the wives. They’re curious about you.”

“All right. You and Jonathan will be there?”

“Yes, we won’t leave you by yourself. One of us will be with you at all times.”

“Okay,” she nodded. “The other humans will be there too?”

There was silence as Duggan chewed his food slowly and Jonathan looked down at his plate. The silence droned on.

“Duggan?”

“Well, small problem there.”

“What problem?” she asked, wary now.

“You’re actually the only human, Ellie.”

“What?”

“There’s no other humans right now. Our pack doesn’t have any humans involved. You’re it.”

“How in the world did I get to be your mate?”

“Just lucky, I guess. I would never have found you if Jonathan hadn’t discovered you.”

“Jonathan discovered I’m your mate how?”

Duggan looked at Jonathan for the response.

“We had a connection, you and I, Ellie. But your eyes don’t match mine, so I knew you belonged to someone close to me. It had to have been Duggan but we weren’t sure until the two of you met,” Jonathan told her.

“And I was sure the first time I saw you,” Duggan said, rubbing her lower lip with his thumb.

“What about Jonathan’s mate?” she asked.

“I’m not looking for a mate, Ellie. There’s a ninety-nine percent chance that my mate will be werewolf. That means I’ll have to fight for her, which, I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’m not the alpha type. And even if she doesn’t need to be fought for, life with a female werewolf is extremely violent. Females get violent during sex, it’s their nature. Which is why I went and lived with humans for five years.”

“You gave up a lot to come back with me.”

“No, I knew my freedom came with a time limitation. I’m still werewolf, my place is with my people.”

“You don’t fit in.”

“No, I don’t fit in,” he said, looking down at his plate. There was sadness in his voice and Ellie looked quickly at Duggan. There was concern in Duggan’s eyes and Ellie remembered the journal. She knew that Duggan had given him five years’ freedom with the excuse to look for his mate but secretly hoped that Jonathan would find his own among the humans.

Ellie rose and seated herself in Jonathan’s lap. She hugged his head to her breast and kissed the top of his dark hair. Jonathan held her tightly.

Neither spoke for a long time. Duggan rose and went to get the coffeepot. By the time he returned, they were still sitting there, unmoving.

“Hey, you’re not gonna cry on me, are you?” Ellie asked teasingly.

“Nope. I’m just not moving ’cause I got my face in your breasts.”

“You are such a perv,” Ellie said, which made Jonathan raise his face from her breasts, his face in a wide grin. She kissed him and then made her way to her own seat.

“So when is this wolf gathering?” she asked Duggan.

“Well, the surprises just keep coming and coming,” Jonathan said with a grin.

Ellie sighed. “Oh no, Duggan. Is it tonight?”

He nodded. “I didn’t want you to fret and worry about it, so I waited until after dinner to tell you. We leave in half an hour.”

Ellie rose.

“Where are you going?” Duggan asked.

“I only have half an hour. I have to go pick out my nightgown.” She barely heard Jonathan’s bark of laughter as she walked from the room.

Later, after they finally arrived at the gathering, she’d been introduced to countless people. Most had been friendly but a few were wary.

One was a downright bitch. Her hair was a deep, dark brown, nearly black. The color matched her eyes. She looked at Ellie intently and then turned the smoldering gaze to Duggan, watching him possessively. Ellie raised an eyebrow at her and the woman smiled. A smirk.

“This is Stephanie Henders, Ellie. Her family has a ranch farther north.”

That piece of information was the entire introduction Duggan gave her. Stephanie stared at her and wrapped her hand around Duggan’s forearm.

“Welcome to the pack, Ellie,” she said insincerely. “Oh but you’re human. Maybe I should say family.”

As far as words went, they were harmless. But Ellie knew better. She heard the tone for what it was. She didn’t comment and Duggan steered her away to meet others.

Duggan kept an arm around her waist while Jonathan mingled, catching up with his old friends. She leaned on her mate’s strength, smelling his warm skin as she turned her face to his shoulder. But too soon, Duggan had to speak. There was eager clapping, encouraging him to head up to the podium.

She looked around suddenly and Jonathan was at her side. She smiled, grateful that he’d remembered not to leave her alone, and felt the panic subside.

When Duggan finished his speech, one of the older wolves engaged him in a conversation, slowing his progress back to her. So Jonathan stayed with her, teasing her about her black silk nightgown.

“So, is silk all you own, Ellie?”

“Yup.”

“It’ll get cold soon.” A feminine voice interjected, the cold already in her voice.

It was the bitch. Stephanie.

Ellie shrugged one pale shoulder carelessly. “Duggan’ll keep me warm.”

Fire burned bright in Stephanie Henders’ eyes. “I know how warm Duggan can keep a female,” she snapped.

There was silence at the outright rudeness. She had kept her antagonism in check while Duggan had been present but now ignored Jonathan’s presence. As if he deserved no respect, for he was just the little brother of the alpha.

“You have no business here, Stephanie. Leave now,” Jonathan said.

She raised an eyebrow at him. “For what reason?”

“Trying to get a rise out of Ellie. For implying that you’ve slept with Duggan.”

“I didn’t imply it. I outright said it.”

The air shimmered slightly before it grew dense and thick. Ellie struggled to breathe and realized that Jonathan was on the verge of changing. She placed an arm on his biceps, which were already bulging with power.

“It’s all right, Jonathan. It’s in the past. It doesn’t bother me. She’s nothing.”

“Are you challenging me?” Stephanie snarled to Ellie, her teeth showing.

“I challenge you, bitch,” Jonathan growled and struck out.

His arm extended, striking her in the face so quickly that Ellie barely got a glimpse of his extended claws over his fur-covered hand. Stephanie was hurled backward across the room, crashing onto the wall more than twenty feet away.

Duggan tore through the crowd to pick up Stephanie by her neck. Her feet dangled from the ground. His words were formal. “You have been challenged by my brother. Do you accept?”

Blood dripped from her cheek but Stephanie still glared at Jonathan and Ellie before her eyes slid away from Duggan’s stare.

“No, I do not.”

There was murmuring among the other wolves.

“Then you acknowledge Jonathan Baddeaux as alpha to you and your family.” He looked around the room but none of her family stepped forward. He’d made it a statement, not a question but Stephanie answered anyway.

“I acknowledge.”

Duggan dropped her suddenly and she landed on her feet, staggering backward, and almost fell. Duggan never touched her again.

The meeting finished as though nothing had occurred. Stephanie stayed for the rest of the meeting, although she kept to the shadows and didn’t interact with anyone else at the gathering. She never even bothered to wipe the blood that dripped from her cheek where Jonathan clawed her.

The oddest thing was that Stephanie was also not acknowledged by any other person present. They walked past her as if she didn’t exist. No one spoke to her and she spoke to no one.

When the meeting was over, Duggan announced again. “My pack, we’ll now go change and hunt. Because my mate is human, she’ll be guarded at all times by me or my brother—”

“I’ll stay with her tonight,” Jonathan called out.

“Okay,” Duggan acknowledged. “Then after you take Ellie home, the rest of us will change and hunt.”

Duggan made his way to her, kissing her soundly before his wolves. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. But I’m definitely ready for home.”

“I’ll be home in the morning.”

She nodded.

Jonathan took her home and Ellie crawled into bed exhausted. But before long, Jonathan joined her, freshly showered with wet hair. He crawled into bed with her.

“So what was that about? I thought you didn’t like being alpha?” she asked.

“I don’t. If I didn’t challenge her, she would have forced you into a challenge. There’s no way you could have survived.” He rose onto one elbow, looking at her directly. “I never said I couldn’t be alpha. I don’t like to be. Duggan is my brother, there’s no doubt I could take care of myself in a fight. I just don’t enjoy it. Sometimes, the stupid wolves like Stephanie have to be reminded that I have the strength of my family line within me.”

“Who is she, Jonathan? An ex-girlfriend of Duggan’s?”

“Not even a girlfriend. She was a fuck, just a fuck. For a long time when Duggan never thought he’d find his mate. She’ll be jealous of you because Stephanie wants power. She considers your queen position her own.”

So it was true. Duggan used to fuck Stephanie. Ellie’s mind swirled with this knowledge.

“And the challenge? Does it mean you don’t have to fight anymore because she backed down?”

“Yes. But it’s more than her backing down, Ellie. She’s been humiliated, dominated. Properly chastened. By admitting I’m alpha, I’m allowed to fuck her at will, marking her with my scent. It puts an end to her night life. That was her version of dominance in our pack. Complete freedom because she had not mated. Any other werewolf in a bar will smell me and not touch her. And females are not allowed to be with humans, because of their violent tendencies during climax.”

“Then why would she back down so quickly? Why not fight?”

“Because I scarred her. She’ll bear permanent scars across her face from one swipe of my hand. And I did it without a change. It shows my strength, that I could extend a claw without a complete change. If she had fought me, there’d be no chance for her survival. That’s the mistake wolves make, thinking they can dominate when someone is not willing to fight. They forget about the strength in a line. They think because I don’t have the same violent tendencies that Duggan doesn’t love me enough to share the family power.”

“They think that Duggan doesn’t love you?”

He nodded, smiling. Secure in his brother’s love. “I’m Duggan’s baby brother. I’ll admit it, he spoiled me. He’d die to protect me. Look at what he’s given me. Freedom, power. And now his own mate. He knows I’ll never mate. Basically, he’s sharing his own mate with me. I’ve been allowed to touch you like no other will ever do. I’ve been allowed to enjoy you too, Ellie.”

“I never thought I’d be comfortable with you that way, Jonathan.”

“I know. For five years you thought I was your friend, never guessing at how I lusted. But I knew you were for Duggan. I knew you were his mate. Every time I looked into your eyes and saw his own reflected back at me. We need permission to touch each other. Although I can’t see Duggan denying it without a good reason. I have permission tonight, Ellie,” he whispered.

“You asked Duggan already?”

He nodded. “While you were changing before the gathering, earlier. Duggan asked if I wanted to hunt tonight. I did, I haven’t changed in a month. But Duggan thought it best if he changed and I stayed with you. Because if he changes, he’ll want to fuck you. In his pelt, like he did the other night.”

“I don’t mind. I’m over that fear.”

“Yeah? But in his pelt, he has animalistic urges. He wants to fuck past the swell, like the other night. And we swell to expose our ripest seed, Ellie. Seed to impregnate. He doesn’t have the control to pull out without impregnating you and you know he wants you all to himself. So for tonight, I can be your substitute satisfaction. If you’ll let me.”

“What about the other wolves scenting us?”

“We won’t need to see them for a while now. The scent will wear down by then. And anything else will just be excused as living in the same house. Faint scents are usually innocent, such as me jacking off and you doing my laundry. It’s constant, strong smells that signify affairs. Like the first week after I make love to you.”

He brushed her hair back from her shoulder and she turned her head to kiss his hand.

Ellie stared at the earnestness in his murky green eyes.

“So what do you say, Ellie?”

She smiled. “Hell, yes. I’d love to fuck you.”

Jonathan lifted her nightgown up and over her head. He yanked his clothing off quickly too. He buried his face between her legs, inhaling deeply.

“Mmm, I love redheads. So erotic, the hint of soft, red hair covering the tender, pink skin. The delicate blush of your clit. You smell so good, Ellie.” He buried his nose in the red curls and blew warm air over her mound.

“Ohh Jonathan. That feels good.”

“It’s just a start. We can do real, actual fucking tonight. As long as I don’t swell. Do you want a sixty-nine, Ellie?”

“A what?”

“A body position. You on top of me, your pussy in my face, my cock in your mouth. We can pleasure each other simultaneously.”

Ellie never answered. She just jumped up so quickly, her heavy breasts bobbed. She straddled his face and lowered her body to his mouth. She felt his mouth close on her before she took his cock into her mouth.

“Oh God, Ellie, you’re good. You’re so good at it, so eager,” he moaned, his breath hot on her pussy. She tongued his cock, tracing the veins along the way.

“It’s because you taste good, Jonathan. Sweet and spicy and salty, all together.”

She tongued his cock and then she sucked the whole thing into her mouth. When it was sufficiently wet, she kissed alongside its length. He was gasping, trying his hardest to nibble on the lips of her pussy, but the taste of her and the thought of her lips on his cock were driving him insane.

“Mmm, Jonathan, I’m getting close. Keep your tongue off my clit and thrust your tongue in me.”

His cock jumped and she swallowed it whole again.

He released her plump nether lips, giving her entrance one last wriggle with his tongue before speaking.

“Stop. Now. I’m close too. No more talking and for heaven’s sake, get your mouth off my cock before I come.”

Ellie rose off him, smiling. She collapsed on the pillow next to him, both facing upward.

“Now what?” she asked.

“Now I’m going to fuck you, Ellie. It’ll be gentle and sweet.”

Gentle and sweet wasn’t something she got with Duggan. It was hard and fast and long with him and she loved every minute of it.

“Turn over, Ellie. All fours.”

Ellie turned over onto all fours and Jonathan spread her legs.

“Hold strong, Ellie.”

His body collapsed gently on hers, wrapping itself around her. His cock pushed down against her body, the head rubbing erotically against her clit. He used both hands to reach for her breasts, mashing them together and fingering her nipples, while he jerked his cock slowly, erotically against her clit.

He pulled back and inserted a finger deep into her pussy, gathering slick, glistening juice and smearing it up all over her ass. He inserted the wet finger into the tight little rim of her ass and she tensed.

“Relax, Ellie. My finger is slick. Let it slide in.”

She relaxed and his finger did slide. It felt incredible, tight and naughty.

“Good. How does it feel?”

“Mmm. Indescribable. Hot, tight, slick.”

“I’m getting more juice,” he whispered, pulling out his finger. He reached for his cock, dipping it and wetting the head. Then he placed the head of his cock and pushed it slightly into her ass.

“Jonathan, what are you doing?”

“Relax, Ellie. It’s going to feel good, so good, baby,” he crooned. He pulled out and pushed in again, just slightly, just stretching her tight little rosebud. He was right, it felt incredible to be gently, erotically stretched. He did it for a while until Ellie was the one to moan.

“Deeper, Jonathan. More. I want more of your cock up my ass.”

“God, Ellie. You’re not allowed to talk. I need to have control here and you make me lose it.” He massaged her ass as he spoke and then gripped her cheeks with his hands and plunged in slowly, so slowly. Bit by bit, tiny amounts at a time, all while Ellie wriggled and writhed, trying to get him to go faster.

He was in now, buried deep within her body.

“This is what Duggan gave me permission for, Ellie. It’s still a dominance thing. He’d told me to take your virginity. Now I have. I’ve taken your ass virginity. Do you like it?” he hissed.

“I’d like it more if you fucked my ass, Jonathan.”

He laughed. “Okay, Ellie. You want to be fucked? I’m going to come in your sweet, tight little ass.” As he spoke he reached his finger between her legs and felt to see how swollen her clit was.

Ellie gasped at the feeling of her swollen clit being manipulated at the same time she had her ass filled with cock.

“Oh there’s more, sweetheart.” He dipped his finger into her pussy next and Ellie froze at the feeling of two things deep in her simultaneously.

Jonathan knew what he was doing. He rubbed his finger at her G-spot, making her arch her back, trying to get him to thrust his cock.

He gave it to her. He began to ride her ass, still managing to rub deep inside.

“Oh God, Jonathan. Oh God, oh God. It’s so good, so good. Keep going, please.”

“Please what, Ellie?”

“Please fuck me. Please keep fucking me.”

“Fuck you up the ass, Ellie?”

“Yes, Jonathan, yes. Fuck my ass. Fuck me anywhere you want. Harder, please, faster. No more gentle, sweet rides. More, I need more.”

Jonathan couldn’t help himself. His cock had a mind of its own and it began thrusting uncontrollably.

He’d decided he would come first, knowing the temperature of his semen shooting up her ass would trigger her own climax. But he didn’t count on Ellie clenching her tight little ass and cunt together and jerking her body hard to squeeze the orgasm from him.

“Aaah. Oh yes,” she called out as her body spasmed around his.

“Ohhh,” he groaned, pulling his cock slightly down her passage, where it exploded and shot spurts of semen up her ass. He felt his hot cum fill her ass, touching and coating the tip of his cock head. It was warm, erotic, slick, like massage oil being rubbed directly on his sensitive cock.

He pulled out of her ass before he could think more about it and swell within her passage and they collapsed onto their sides on the bed, his cock stretched up along the seam of her ass. The globes of her ass gripped him and kept his cock warm. He buried his face in the fragrant side of her neck and they both gasped for breath. He held her tight, her sweaty body pulled closely against him.

Their breathing slowly relaxed, returning to normal. Still, though, her pussy felt swollen, as only a great orgasm can do. Making her want more and more.

“Let’s go clean off,” he whispered in her ear. “I’m exhausted and I could crash like this.”

He rose and pulled her up with him. They went into the bathroom together and he sat her gently on the toilet, without embarrassment. She sat there naked and let his seed trickle from her body. She watched him turn on the sink and wash the cum and slick juice from his cock and abdomen. He toweled off his cock with a dry washcloth, then wet it and soaped it for her.

“Stand up. Put a leg on the edge of the tub.”

He washed her body slowly and gently.

“I can wash myself you know. You and your brother always seem to think I’m helpless.”

“I know. It’s a human misconception but we’re werewolves. We’re used to taking care of our females.”

He dried her off and they walked back to bed. Jonathan tucked her in, kissing her cheek.

“I’m going to bed. It’ll be morning before Duggan returns. You want me to sleep with you ’til then?”

“Yes.”

He crawled in, taking her side of the bed and putting her in the center of the bed. They slept with their naked bodies entwined.

Duggan entered the darkened bedroom before dawn. Jonathan was on his side and Ellie was wrapped behind him, her arms holding him close to her.

Duggan slid into bed naked. Jonathan woke.

“Still dark out?” he asked.

“For maybe an hour,” Duggan whispered. “All the wolves have gone home. You’re safe to change and hunt, if you’d like.”

“I think I will,” he said, stretching. He got out of bed gently, removing Ellie’s arms from him. He kissed her forehead and left.

She turned from the sudden bare spot in the bed. Turned right into Duggan’s arms.

“Duggan?”

He inhaled. “Yes, love. I smell satisfied female.”

“Mmm. Very satisfied. Thank you.”

“My pleasure, Ellie mine.”

He cuddled her and fell asleep. It was morning when Ellie woke. Duggan was still exhausted and she went downstairs by herself, letting him sleep.

He slept the day away. He awoke and showered quickly, wondering where his mate was. He sniffed the air, knowing it creeped her out, as she put it but she wasn’t here right now to see him.

Ellie was downstairs. He came down the stairs and she turned a corner. She grabbed his belt loops, pulling him to her.

“There you are, sleepyhead.”

“I was hunting all night while you slept, woman.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re awake finally. I missed you.”

He felt pleasure arise within him as she hugged him tightly.

“Hey, you can’t be that lonely. I left you Jonathan.”

“I know. And I love Jonathan but I still miss you. I still want you.”

Duggan steered her over to the couch.

“You should have woken me up,” he chided.

“You needed your sleep.”

She had her head curled into his shoulder, seeming content.

“What else is up, love?” he asked.

She stiffened but stayed silent.

“Come on, Ellie mine. Out with it.”

“I still want a baby. I want a sweet little boy with dark hair and green eyes.”

He continued to stroke her back, never missing a beat.

“I love you, Ellie. I’d give you anything, anything you’d ask for. But not this. I can’t risk losing you.”

She raised her head. “You show me how much you love me in lots of different ways, don’t you? You keep me so satisfied, even when you can’t be here you have Jonathan satisfy me, so that I’m never wanting for anything. All this and your love too.”

He kissed her lips.

“And yet I still want. Human nature? Never to be satisfied?”

“No, my love. It’s not your nature. I’m just not taking care of you right. I’m not keeping you satisfied.”

“Duggan,” she looked appalled. “How can you honestly think that? You’ve given me so much. Forget I said anything. It was just a passing thought anyway. Really.”

She kissed him, trying desperately to make him forget. But he couldn’t. He felt as though he’d failed her.

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