Michael's a nerd and everyone around him knows it. But they don't know his little secret: he's a werewolf, and he's a powerful one. A chance encounter while hunting one night throws Michael into an unexpected situation with Scott, a college classmate who has bullied him. How will Michael the Wolf react when he has Scott at his mercy? More
Michael's a nerd and everyone around him knows it. But they don't know his little secret: he's a werewolf, and he's a powerful one. A chance encounter while hunting one night throws Michael into an unexpected situation with Scott, a college classmate who has bullied him. How will Michael the Wolf react when he has Scott at his mercy?
This story is 3100 steamy words long. Warning: explicit sex, oral sex, anal sex.
It was then I saw the other wolf. I ran in a patch of woods near the back of the campus and I had never seen another werewolf there. He was silver-gray and stood out in the moonlight. He saw me at the same time and started running towards me. Did he actually think he was going to catch me? Not likely. Not unless I wanted to be caught. I took him on a chase anyway, through the trees, almost back to campus and then deep into the woods again. Finally, I’d had enough toying with him. I whipped around, growling, and waited for him to make his move. He obviously wasn’t the brightest wolf, because he attacked me even though I was larger and had just demonstrated that I was faster. When he did, I sunk my teeth into the back of his neck, showing him definitively who the alpha was in the situation. He knew he was beaten. He whimpered and looked at the ground in submission and then, to further show his deference to me, he shifted. I didn’t at all expect what, or rather who, I saw in front of me. It was Scott. I actually snorted (which, trust me, does not look good on a wolf) and then I shifted as well. This was going to be good. Scott just stood there with his mouth open for a moment. Then his mouth formed a sneer and he took a step towards me. “I’d recommend you don’t come any closer,” I said. “I can shift by the time you make it over here and we both know how that would end.” I saw doubt flicker across his face and he stopped moving. His emotions were clear on his face: he was ashamed I had beaten him and angry he’d had to show submission to me. I knew I had to do something right at that moment or the torture was going to continue forever. I decided to press my advantage. I walked over to him and kissed him hard. According to pack protocol, Scott had two possible responses. He could mate with me, or he could fight me - in wolf form, of course. He tensed up and I prepared for him to shift for a fight. What I wasn’t prepared for was him kissing me back.