CHAPTER 10. Two days later Jonathan walked back to his room to get ready for the gathering

Two days later Jonathan walked back to his room to get ready for the gathering. It was so hard not to relieve himself but he needed to be tightly strung.

Finally, the guests began arriving. Everyone was comfortable and had been there for twenty minutes or so, yet Ellie and Duggan still visited.

The werewolves mingled also, curiously watching Ellie and wondering why she’d called them. It was within her right as their queen. Still, she said nothing of it until Duggan brought her to the podium where she at last spoke.

“Thank you all for coming. As everyone witnessed last meeting, there was one here who thought to trick me into a challenge. Therefore, I have brought you here tonight to witness a domination.”

Voices murmured and faces began to look around the room. They found what they were looking for—Stephanie stood by herself, even her family keeping their distance from her.

“Stephanie Henders, come forward.”

Two men grabbed her arms and pulled her forcibly across the room to where Ellie stood.

Ellie held out two pairs of silver shackles. The two men, wearing gloves, shackled her wrists and ankles. They anchored her wrists to a column in the center of the room, directly where Ellie stood.

There was heated whispering around the room. Still, Stephanie stood silent.

“Stephanie, you have been dominated by my brother-in-law, Jonathan Baddeaux, correct?”

“Yes,” she spat, her staring gaze locked on Ellie.

“And yet you do not show the proper respect for me in my own home. Therefore, you will be dominated as I and the entire pack watch. And each time you speak to me in that manner, you will be dominated again and again, whenever and wherever we may be. What is your choice?”

Stephanie glared at her, unwilling to believe a stupid, squeamish human would go through with a dominance.

Ellie sighed and called out, “Jonathan.”

Jonathan approached, naked and in his werewolf form. The other wolves gasped at how fast his change was when there was no full moon present.

Jonathan stood before Ellie and bowed his head. She bent to kiss his cheek and he in turn licked hers. It looked ritualistic but Ellie knew that Duggan had primed him for this. His scent would be on her now and none of the wolves would think it suspicious.

“Have fun,” Ellie said coldly to the shackled bitch.

Jonathan turned and faced Stephanie. He was his usual slow, methodical self, touching her body, rubbing her breasts. When at last he removed her clothing, slicing it from her skin much as Duggan had to Ellie’s, she was not protesting but biting her lip in anticipation.

At last, Stephanie was naked. She was beautiful, even with the scars slashed across her cheek. And Ellie realized how beautiful Jonathan’s wolf form was, all sleek muscles and jutting cock aimed for the dark pussy before him. Even a human such as she could smell the lust coming from it. Rich and heady, like a musky flower opening.

His form slowly changed to become partially human. Only Ellie knew it was similar to losing an erection. He entered on one thrust, as if he wanted it over with before he could change his mind. Stephanie grunted and lifted her hips and Jonathan’s movements were fast, furious.

He slammed in and out of her body, animalistic urges taking over. Over and over they moved, her breasts jiggling with the constant motion.

Together they howled, climaxing. But Jonathan pulled out before his swell, a final insult.

He gripped his own cock. Stroking it quickly, it grew to twice its size before jerking semen all over the front of her as he howled again. Ellie leaned near her.

“Stephanie, have you had enough?”

“Yes, I came,” she said politely. Her faced burned bright, whether from fury or embarrassment, Ellie couldn’t tell.

The wolves clapped. Stephanie was unshackled and led from the room.

When the last guest had left, Ellie and Duggan were picking up. Jonathan came down the stairs, hair wet from his shower. He plopped down on the sofa, watching the two of them.

“So was it good for you?” Duggan teased.

“She sucks. I don’t know how you were with her for so long.” Jonathan snaked his legs out, catching Ellie with his. She sat heavily in his lap. “She’s definitely not our Ellie.”

Ellie ruffled his hair and pulled herself up. “Aww. You’re just proud of me ’cause I passed all your lessons.”

“Damn straight. Grade A student. Best I ever had.”

She grinned at him and carried a tray of glasses to the kitchen.

“You think Stephanie’s learned?” Duggan asked him.

“I don’t know. I definitely think she needs to be watched. I just wish I wasn’t the one who has to fuck her.”

Duggan smiled. “Better you than me, little brother.”

Two nights later, another visit needed to be paid to Stephanie. There were reports of her hanging out at local werewolf bars. Duggan and Jonathan decided she was entirely too cocky.

Ellie was okay with the visit, especially when Duggan surprised her with a new outfit to go out in. That made two in her closet.

It was a darling little miniskirt and top, with a lacy red bra. And crotchless, red lace matching panties.

They drove to the nightclub, Ellie riding in the front of the truck between the two guys.

Stephanie saw the trio immediately. She had been leaning over the pool table, facing the door. Her breasts bulged from the low-cut neckline of her blouse and her jeans were so low they showed hip bones. In fact, they almost showed the dark hair that was a mere inch from the snap. She straightened and took a gulp from her beer bottle.

The werewolf playing pool with her was drunk. He staggered around the table, slapping her possessively on the ass.

Jonathan stopped at the table. And the club grew silent as everyone strained to listen.

“You’re a little familiar with my submissive.”

The drunken werewolf raised his hands. “Hey, man, I knew she was dominated. But she’s been coming on to me all night. I thought maybe she’d been released since you last marked her.”

“You wish,” Stephanie snapped. “I was just having a little fun with you. Obviously your alcohol-addled brain miscalculated the situation.”

“Not one word, Stephanie.” Jonathan’s voice was calm. “Shut your trap or I’ll shut it for you.”

She knew enough to stay quiet. Jonathan turned to the drunken werewolf.

“You have a good point, my friend. It is possible that you assumed she’d been released. Especially with her behavior. Therefore, I am going to let you live.” This last point was added on a whisper.

The werewolf’s eyes widened and his face paled.

“Oh and you won’t see her for quite a few weeks. She won’t be walking anytime soon.”

“Stu!” Duggan yelled out to the bartender. The man walked out from the back of the bar. “Can we use a room?”

“Of course, Duggan. Jonathan.” Stu nodded and turned to Ellie.

“I’m Ellie.”

Stu smiled. “Duggan’s mate.”

“Yes.”

He handed Duggan a key and said, “The left rear.”

Jonathan grabbed Stephanie by her hair and brought her up to his face. “You’ll pay for this, bitch.”

Stephanie was silent and Ellie wondered if she regretted her spiteful behavior. And then Duggan was leading her upstairs while Jonathan pulled Stephanie along by the arm.

They unlocked and entered the small room. Jonathan threw Stephanie to the bed and reached into a drawer, pulling out a set of handcuffs that were obviously kept there.

Duggan sat down in a chair next to the bed, pulling Ellie onto his lap to watch. Jonathan handcuffed Stephanie to the bed.

It had no headboard, just four posts, one rising from each corner.

When she was secured, Jonathan ripped off her clothing and then handcuffed each ankle spread-eagled to the bottom bed posts. Ellie had a perfect crotch shot and was surprised to see glistening wetness between the spread lips of her cunt. Stephanie was turned on by fear.

“You’ll leave here naked, Stephanie.” He growled at her. “For pushing your luck, I’m going to fuck you until I come. Once you learn to be my submissive and only then, will I allow you to reach climaxes again. If I smell that you’ve pleasured yourself after tonight, I’ll lock you spread-eagled in my house for a month, unable to touch yourself. Understand?”

She nodded. Shock was on her face but yet she continued to look at Ellie with hatred.

Duggan tightened his arms protectively around his mate as he glared. It would take awhile to teach Stephanie.

Jonathan stripped methodically, exposing each muscular limb one by one. He looked back over his shoulder at Duggan.

“What does she like?”

“A little pain. Spanking, light pinching, just rough treatment.”

“Great.”

Ellie heard the derision in Jonathan’s voice. She almost smiled, this had to be such torture for him.

It took a long time. Jonathan was a little rough with her, taking his time. He slapped her with his open palm, short little stinging slaps just to tease at a little pain.

Stephanie was barely containing herself. She was moaning and pushing her cunt up to the air. Her body was covered in a light sheen of sweat.

There was one small problem. Jonathan wasn’t hard and she was excited, about to come.

He looked at Duggan helplessly and Duggan motioned his head to the bathroom. Jonathan went to it and Duggan followed him in, closing the door.

And Ellie was left alone with the handcuffed Stephanie.

“You think you’re so high and mighty,” Stephanie whispered at Ellie, “sitting over there like a little queen.”

Ellie leaned over Stephanie’s hate-filled eyes. “Why?” she asked. “Why torture yourself, your family, everyone in the pack? Why not just leave and go somewhere else?”

“Because this is my pack. I was born here. Why should I leave? Why shouldn’t you?”

“Because I’m your queen. A fact you tend to forget. And I get satisfaction, unlike you.”

Jonathan and Duggan returned from the bathroom. Duggan brought the chair that he and Ellie had been sitting in to the front of the bed, directly behind Stephanie’s head. She wouldn’t be able to see them while they were in it.

“Come sit with me, my love.”

Ellie rose from the bed and sat demurely on Duggan’s lap. He spread her legs, pulling them apart and hooking them outside his own. It hiked her short skirt up and she knew what they intended. She exposed her pussy for Jonathan’s enjoyment, knowing they’d planned it. And sure enough, Jonathan’s cock began to stir.

He grabbed the little wooden paddle and began to deliver sharp stinging little slaps to Stephanie. She began moaning again and Ellie pushed her own breasts up and out of her bra.

Jonathan stiffened more. Ellie began to finger her nipples, causing them to thrust forward, as if seeking a warm mouth.

And Jonathan thrust his cock into the open pussy before him, fucking it slowly and sweetly while staring at Ellie.

Slow and sweet didn’t do much for Stephanie. And that was exactly the point. It was Ellie he had in his head while he orgasmed into Stephanie. He pulled from her body, still with semen squirting, and shot more cum into the thatch of thick dark hair covering her pussy. And then, with his cock sensitive and ready to swell, he looked up at Ellie.

She spread her pussy lips and slipped a finger inside. He stroked his cock, making it swell to twice its size. And then he came again, his eyes closed, his body bucking and releasing more cum over Stephanie’s entire body and face.

She lay there, her eyes flashing, her body quivering with an unsatisfied hum, and sensed when Ellie rose above her head. Stephanie went still, knowing there was more unsatisfied humiliation coming.

Ellie wanted more. She’d straightened her clothes but reached over Stephanie’s quivering body and spread Jonathan’s cum, rubbing it into Stephanie’s arms and legs before it dried and grew sticky. No one could say anything about her smelling like Jonathan for the next week.

Jonathan took over the task for Ellie, allowing her to sit while he massaged the cum into the smooth skin before him. He smeared it into Stephanie’s face and then moved down to her breasts. He rubbed it roughly there, teasing Stephanie because everyone could tell by the deepened breathing that she enjoyed it.

He pinched her nipples and the pussy before him spread and opened, wanting similar pleasure there.

“You want me to finish you off?”

It took several moments for the answer.

“Yes.”

“Unfortunately, your alpha said you’d remain unsatisfied, including by your own hand, until I decide otherwise.”

He rose off the bed, wiping his sticky hands on the spread. “Are we ready?”

“Wait,” Duggan said slowly. “We don’t want her so horny that she’ll be able to bring herself just by clenching her legs. I think it’s more satisfying to come knowing only your alpha can trigger your orgasm while the woman you’re so jealous of watches.”

Jonathan never paused. He reached down and furiously manipulated the clit that was bared before them. It was just a few seconds before Stephanie quivered and shook, a hoarse, “Oh, oh, oooh,” signaling her release.

Jonathan put his clothes back on and grabbed the key.

“Are you leaving me here?” Stephanie panted while they made their way to the door.

“Yup.”

The door slammed behind them. When they reached the foot of the stairs, the bar got quiet once again. Jonathan tossed the keys to Stu.

“Leave her bound for a couple of hours and then she can be unlocked. She’ll leave naked. Oh and call me should she return another night.”

Stu nodded and the bar slowly returned to normal, murmured conversations starting again.

In the truck, Ellie reached for Jonathan’s hand. “Well, that was fun.”

“Ugh. To think I gotta do that again.”

“You almost didn’t do it tonight,” Duggan reminded him, laughter in his voice.

“Yeah, it took peeking at Ellie’s pussy to turn me on.”

“Tomorrow you’ll have to remember to close your eyes and pretend it’s Ellie.”

“Easier said than done. I still have that sense of smell, you know. And I have to turn Stephanie on, to leave her frustrated. I can’t do that by pretending I’m slapping my Ellie around.”

He curled his fingers around hers and they drove home in silence.

Jonathan visited Stephanie at her home the next night and every night for a week. At home, he was very crabby. And finally, he was in a happier mood the week after, although Ellie didn’t know why.

She walked into the sitting room, where she could look out the window to see when Duggan arrived. Jonathan waltzed in and took her into his arms.

“What’s up with you?” Ellie asked, her arms wrapped around him.

He hugged her back. “How long do you bleed, Ellie?”

Patrick entered the room, carrying the last of his equipment to head home, and overheard the strange conversation.

Ellie cocked her head at Jonathan. “Did I hear you correctly? How long do I bleed?”

He grinned sheepishly, knowing Patrick listened. “Yeah, I seem to have an excuse for a respite from Stephanie.”

Ellie looked at Patrick, who laughed heartily. Casually, she moved from Jonathan’s arms.

“Oh Jonathan I only bleed for three days.” She watched his face fall. “But most women bleed for five. And there’s a few that bleed for seven. Maybe Stephanie will be like that.”

Patrick nodded, wanting to be helpful. “My Sophie was one of those. Bled seven days straight.”

Sophie walked into the room, purse in hand. “Patrick! What are you saying? Are you discussing my… period?”

Patrick stared aghast at his wife, then hung his head sheepishly. “Jonathan started it.”

Ellie nodded her head sympathetically. “He did. He really did.”

Sophie didn’t look convinced and took her husband by the hand. “Dinner’s in the oven,” she said to Ellie while walking Patrick to the front door.

Duggan arrived just as they headed out. “Leaving?” he asked and Ellie strode to the doorway, wrapping her arms around him.

Sophie watched with a smile on her face as their hard, usually cold Alpha King kissed his mate eagerly. She nodded.

In the car with Patrick, she said, “Humans are different, aren’t they?”

“What do you mean, my darling?”

“I thought at first, and I would never say this to anyone but you, but I thought she would stray toward Jonathan because of that unusual friendship they have. In which he pretended to be a human for years. And surely you’ve noticed that sometimes she smells of him? Yet Duggan is never upset.”

“She helps you out by changing bedsheets and straightening up their rooms. Doing laundry.”

“I know that. I’m certainly not suggesting otherwise. And I suspect that humans tend to have smells permeate them more than wolves. I wonder if we should tell her that by helping me she scents herself often?”

“I don’t think it would matter to her. She is human and doesn’t understand the smells like we do. I think we should just get used to humans, is all. After all, we’re the only ones that’d notice that much.”

“And Duggan is never upset by his mate smelling like his brother.”

“It’s obvious how much in love they are. Did you see her greet him? He was so smitten, he hardly noticed us leave. I’ll bet they’re in the bedroom right now, leaving Jonathan alone to the dinner.”

Sophie smiled at the picture. “Now why were you explaining about my period, husband?”

“Jonathan was asking Ellie how long she bled. I guess Stephanie’s monthly arrived and he was eager to know how much of a vacation he had.”

Sophie laughed heartily, tears streaming from her eyes. “Oh that Jonathan, I do love that boy. Always have.”

Patrick’s eyes narrowed. “Stephanie is a problem. She’s always been.”

“They seem to be working it out.”

“I just don’t trust her. Never have.”

* * * * *

Duggan and Ellie were indeed upstairs. Duggan was horny, had been all day. He was thrusting his magnificent cock into his mate’s warm slick cunt.

“Ellie, are you close? I can slow down.”

“You don’t need to wait for me, my love. I can get it again later, with you again or with my own hand. Or with Jonathan.”

His thrusting slowed. “It’s my job to please you.”

“You do,” she trailed her fingers over his sweat dampened brow. “But I have two of you. Do you really think I’m not pleased?”

He smiled at her and began thrusting again, hard and fierce. “Jonathan’s got a week off from Stephanie? Will you please reward him tonight?”

“Sure.”

“You know what really turned me on?”

“What?”

“Watching you rub Jonathan’s cum into Stephanie’s body. Too bad it was hers though.”

Ellie smiled. “Turned you on, did it? Think you might like to watch that again?”

“Umm, yes. For some unknown reason, it turns me on to see you please my brother. To watch when his fingers are buried in your pussy, or better yet, his head buried between your legs. I want to see your head thrown back in ecstasy as he pleasures you with his tongue.”

He was breathing hard and his talk was making her breathe just as hard. Ellie had a mental picture of Jonathan licking and sucking at her pussy and before she knew it, she was as close to climax as Duggan. Her pussy clenched around the hard, thick length of Duggan’s cock and she felt it pulsate within her walls when he came.

“Aaah, Ellie. You’re so good, my love,” he moaned as he came.

And then he withdrew, always careful not to impregnate her.

A fast shower later and they headed down to dinner. Entering the dining room, Jonathan was already preparing his plate.

“Wondered where you two were…” Jonathan stopped speaking, as he smelled their lust in the air. “Ahh, shit. I do gotta find a girlfriend. You two smell of each other and me? I smell of… Hell, of Stephanie.”

Ellie sat on Duggan’s lap and they shared from one plate. Jonathan scowled.

“Aww, what’s wrong, Jonathan?”

“Just hurry up and eat. I might have to go out tonight. Maybe find someone else to drown out her scent.”

Ellie moved across the table to where he sat. “Mmm. What do you have on your plate?” She reached for a grape, sitting on his lap now as she had Duggan’s.

She felt his uncontrollable bulge as it pressed into her buttocks. Jonathan sat still, hardly believing his luck. Ellie sucked on a sweet grape and then turned toward Jonathan, squirming and pressing in his lap. Her movements lowered one strap on her shoulder and exposed a plump breast to his view.

Jonathan raised a hot penetrating stare to his brother. Duggan stared back, a slight curve to his lips. He nodded slightly and it was all Jonathan needed. He growled and took the bared breast in his mouth.

Ellie threw her head back as he sucked.

“Enough to distract you from Stephanie, Jonathan?” she moaned.

“Oh yes. You’re more than enough.”

“Have we told you how much we appreciate you putting her in her place, little brother?” Duggan asked.

“I know you appreciate it.”

“Which is why Ellie’s going to kiss it and make it better for you.”

Jonathan stood, bringing Ellie with him. Her legs were wrapped around his waist when he laid her gently on the wooden table after pushing several dishes aside with his arm.

She hiked her gown up around her waist. Jonathan stared at her tender pussy, shaven smooth and swollen with desire He wanted to eat it.

What better place than the dinner table?

“I’m already wet, sugar. You don’t need to worry about pleasing me. I’ve got two of you. Just take care of your needs.” That was an understatement. She was constantly wet, constantly swollen, constantly aroused.

She raised her legs up to his shoulders and his cock found its own way to her hot, wet sheath. He thrust in with one fell swoop, savoring the moment. And then he pushed again and again.

“Ellie, oh Ellie. You feel so good, you smell so good.”

She brushed back a lock of hair that had fallen on his forehead. “Take my scent and saturate yourself with it. Forget about having to fuck Stephanie and just fuck me, Jonathan. However you want it.”

“Whenever you want it, Jonathan. As long as it’s not too close to gatherings with other wolves,” Duggan added.

Jonathan looked up at Duggan, aware of what his brother was giving him. Freedom to have Ellie whenever. He stuck his thumb in his mouth, wetting it. And then he lowered it to Ellie’s clit and, watching Duggan, slowly manipulated his wife’s hard nub.

She sucked in her breath. She arched her back and thrust her tiny pink nipples into the air.

Jonathan thrust again, slowly, inch by inch, as he rubbed her hardened organ. He gave her the other rhythm he knew she enjoyed, the slow, deep rhythm that stroked against her G-spot.

She was getting restless, her cunt clenching, trying to swallow and release his cock, trying to force him to thrust faster.

So he brought his thumb and forefinger up to his mouth, wetting them again. And then brought them back to her clitoris, elongating it and pinching gently.

Ellie exploded around his cock.

He grabbed her hips and began rocking her furiously toward his body. He slammed into her cunt again and again, sensitive testicles slapping against her ass, and then shouted as he found his own release.

“Oh God yes.”

He collapsed forward at the waist, onto her body. His face was pressed against her breasts and he kissed them, slowly, gratefully.

Ellie opened her eyes and sought out Duggan. He was watching her intently. She held out one hand, interlinking her fingers with his. And with her other hand, she stroked Jonathan’s hair as he kissed her breasts.

His breathing finally slowed and his heart rate returned to normal. He lifted his head from Ellie and grinned in that mischievous, Jonathan way.

Ellie beat him to the punch. “You smell better now.”

“Yeah, I do.”

He pulled out slowly and lowered her gown for her.

“I guess you two will go shower? I don’t want to smell you all night,” Duggan said, smiling. “And I need to head to the office to finish some stuff that I was too distracted for today so I’ll be gone for a while.”

Ellie smiled at him, remembering why he was distracted. He kissed her lips gently.

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