Episode 83: Run With the Pack

Genre: Supernatural/Drama
Characters: Kaya, Caleb, Connor, Charlie, Lucy, Byron, Miles, Eli, Sophie, Amanda, Karri, Dominick, Kaeleigh, Joseph
Word Count: 2,614
Rating: R
Type: Series
Summary: Miles continues to pump Byron and Lucy for information. The puppies have their first pack run.
Warnings: Language, suggestive material, violence, strong sexual content, adult content, adult situations, nudity.

His mouth brushed Lucy’s, so light she almost thought she’d imagined it. She gasped, arching her back and bringing their bodies closer together. The contact made him gasp too and their mouths touched once more. This time, Byron’s tongue darted out to trace along her bottom lip. Her arms tightened around him as he pressed the top half of his body against hers. Reality intruded, and Lucy briefly wondered if she should be doing this. The feel of this man…this wolf, touching her so intimately was sinful enough but, the idea she was betraying her family, her brothers…was this what she wanted?

Then Byron’s tongue touched hers and every thought in her head vanished. Unable to focus on anything but the sensation of his tongue exploring her mouth, tangling with her own before he retreated. Automatically, she followed him, tasting the inside of his mouth for the first time. If someone would have told her that she would one day have an illicit affair with a  wolf, she would have laughed in their face. But, here she was, Byron’s hands on the bed, on either side of her head, his arms taut as they held him above her. The kiss deepened, and Byron’s body moved as he toed off his shoes before climbing up on the bed to hover above her. 

Lucy’s legs fell open, allowing him to move between them. His body lowered onto hers and now they were touching from head to groin, his erection against the part of her that clenched at the feel of him pressing into it. Byron’s mouth left Lucy’s, traveling along her jaw until he reached her ear where he sucked the lobe into his mouth, biting down gently. Her arms went limp at the exquisite feeling, sliding down the side of his neck until her hands found purchase on his shoulders. 

He tugged a final time on her ear before his mouth moved lower to press a kiss just behind it. Lucy dug her nails into his shirt and his body shuddered above her, prompting a delicious feeling between her legs. Before she could register the motion, he rose up on his knees, gripped the back of his t-shirt in one hand and pulled it over his head. Dropping it over the side of the bed, Byron pulled Lucy up to a sitting position to grip hers by the hem. Pulling it slowly over her head, discarding it as well, leaving her clad in only bra, jeans and panties. Byron’s eyes traveled from the top of her head to her breasts, where they hesitated for only a few seconds before his hands slid along the sides of her face, tunneling through her blonde hair, tipping her head to the side. 

His mouth descended onto hers, and he thrust his tongue back inside her mouth more forcefully than before. This kiss was out of her control with Byron’s hands on her face, moving it from side to side until she was in the position he wanted. Byron’s mouth was greedy, and he pressed it harder against hers until she was lying back against the pillows. All she could feel was the sensation of his mouth on hers, his bare chest touching her almost bare one, making her long for more. 

Arching her back, she struggled to undo the clasp of her bra awkwardly with one hand. Byron took notice. Moving one hand from her face, he ran it down her arm and around to where she was struggling. It took him less than a second to undo, and then he used both hands to slide the straps down her arms. All too soon, she was bare from the waist up.

Before she could overthink things, his mouth left hers to place lingering, sucking kisses down her throat. He lingered briefly on her collarbone, then continued his kisses down her chest and between her breasts. His fingers trailed up and down her arms leaving goosebumps in their wake with many different sensations—feather light touches and wet kisses. As his mouth kissed underneath first one breast and then another, her breath hitched and she wanted to beg him to focus his attention on her nipples. 

Byron continued to tease her, his kisses coming closer but, still so far away from where she really wanted him the most. “Please…” The word was less than a whisper, more a breath of sound but, he heard it. He lifted his head, his mouth curved up in the devilish smirk she loved.

“What do you want, beautiful?” She stared at him, unable to vocalize what she wanted, and his smirk turned into a full on grin. “Is it this?” He took one hand and cupped her breast, running his thumb across her nipple, which tightened more at the attention. Holy shit! Her mouth fell open, and she gasped. “Maybe this?” Using his index finger and thumb he pinched it, tugging lightly, shooting sparks straight to her groin. She moaned, feeling her cheeks heat in embarrassment at just how loud the sound was in the quiet room.  

He released her to chuckle quietly, then lowered his mouth so it was just above the tight point. “I know. You want this, don’t you?” Before she could respond, his mouth surrounded her nipple. When he sucked, Lucy lost her mind. Just that small action made her moan uncontrollably and now she was panting. Her hands came up to grip his biceps, and she could feel them trembling as he moved to repeat the act on her other breast. The cool air in the room touched her wet skin and she shivered. 

Byron brought the hand he used before up to cup her breast again, plucking the nipple with his fingers as he used his teeth to softly bite the other. “Oh Byron,” she sighed, pushing into him, wanting more of this delicious torture. His right hand flattened on her stomach before resting on the button of her jeans. He lifted his head, and his eyes silently asked if it was okay. She nodded and whispered, “Yes.” Byron flicked the button open, then slowly dragged the zipper down. Closing her eyes, she savored the slow motion of his hands, drawing her tongue over her bottom lip.

When he tugged her jeans down, her eyes flew open to see him watching her, waiting for her to make the next move. Lucy lifted her hips so he could drag them and her panties down her legs. Then, she was lying naked beneath him, while he was still half-clothed. Byron ran his hands up the inside of her thighs, spreading them wider and staring down at the apex. He slid the tips of his fingers up her hips and across her stomach, just above her core. She trembled, needing him to move his fingers lower, to touch her. 

As if he could hear her thoughts, Byron trailed one finger straight down, over her mound, then her clit, making her jerk. He smiled, then moved his body lower, his finger sliding through skin slick with desire. When his finger barely entered her body, she began to shake. He slid it inside her easily. First one, then two. Her body tensed and she felt that at any moment, she would completely shatter. The feeling was intense; like three orgasms rolled into one. Byron bent his head and she felt his tongue lick over her clit and that was all it took. Lucy’s orgasm exploded inside her and her eyes closed as she was unable to concentrate on anything but the pleasure coursing through her. Her eyes grew heavy, and those feelings were the last thing she remembered. 

“Sounds like someone was having pleasant dreams,” Miles said, standing back and looking down at Byron as he shook off the cold water. “Welcome back. Now, where were we? Ah, that’s right. I was asking about that hunter bitch of yours and her family. And you were just about to tell me…”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Ouch! I see our little time apart hasn’t made you any less of a charmer.” Miles moved closer and knelt in front of the bound wolf as his face curled up in a sinister smile. “You know, Alpha has given me permission to get this information by any means necessary. You do understand what that means right? And seeing the smile on your face while you were out, I’m just wondering if that bitch can make me moan like that.”

“You fucking asshole!” Byron shouted, struggling against his binds as he fought to get after Miles and he laughed watching the man’s feeble attempts.

“Whoa-ho-ho! I take that as a ‘yes.’ I’m disappointed in you, really. A hunter of all things? But, I suppose, if you’re not gonna give me what I want, I might as well have a little fun with her.” Miles turned and started for the door.

“Wait, please…god. Just—wait.” Miles banished the smile that had formed on his lips before turning back towards Byron. “I’ll tell you whatever you want to know just, please, don’t hurt her.”

“The hunters, where are they?”

“I don’t know.”

“Wrong answer,” Miles growled and again made for the door.

“But I know how to find out!” Byron shouted, stilling Miles’ movements. “The stuff from the hotel, Lucy had a phone; a little red one that she only used when she thought I was asleep or not looking. I think it’s how she communicated with her brothers.”

“Now we’re getting somewhere. Tell me, Byron, what’s the password to unlock this little device?”

“I don’t know.”

“Hmm, you know, every time you say those words, my mind races over the many positions I can get that little bitch into before I break every bone in her body. I will make you watch as I ravish that blonde whore for hours before letting the rest of the guys have her. Tell me what I want to know.”

“I told you, Lucy used the damned thing when she thought I wasn’t paying attention. I don’t know the fucking code! There’s nothing else I can tell you.”

“Fine,” Miles replied through gritted teeth. “I guess I’ll just have to get my answer from her. Hey, I bet if I ask real nice she’ll be rather eager to tell me. And trust me, I can be very convincing,” he said and started for the door.

“WAIT!”

“For what? You don’t have anything more to tell me, remember?” Miles tossed over his shoulder as he exited the room.

The door opened with a rumble as the locks disengaged and bright light seeped into the dark room. Agony and confusion pounded through Lucy’s temples. She tried to raise her head, but it felt floaty, almost as if it wasn’t attached to her neck. What happened? She reached up to rub her pounding temple but, her hands were tied together. Opening her eyes, she watched as a dark figure slowly moved closer and tilted her head to look up at him.

Lucy blinked in the harsh light of the garage’s bare bulb. Miles was standing well back, away from any chance of her catching him with a kick. Not that she could; one look down confirmed her feet were just as bound as her hands. “Hello there,” Miles croaked, leaning forward in his chair to make eye contact with the hunter. “How are you feeling, little dove?” Her head flopped to the side and he could see the bright red bruise on her forehead had turned to a solid dark purple. “Hmm, you seem to be healing nicely. If you’re a good girl, we won’t have to place those nasty, little marks all over your pretty face.”

“Byron?” She said, her voice barely a whisper.

Miles grinned and walked over to the table behind him. Lucy watched as he wiped blood from his hands on a dirty rag sitting on top of the table before turning back to face her. Beside her, a worktable was fitted with chains and other restraints and she could see blood there too. Equal parts fear and fury pulsed through her. She could barely think. Had he done something to Byron?

His eyes flicked towards the table then back to hers and he could sense her anxiety. Miles sighed and threateningly inched closer. Rage glistened in his eyes, the blue going cold and dead as a shark’s. “I wouldn’t worry, little dove. He’s a wolf. Unlike you, he can take a beating and by nightfall be healed enough to go again. Blood loss is temporary. I could, in fact, torture him indefinitely. And, I will. If I don’t hear the one thing from you that I must.”

“What is it? What do you want?” she asked, her voice pleading as she tried again to meet his gaze. Tears streaked through her mascara and Miles placed a hand over his heart in mock sympathy as he watched them fall.  

“Rumor has it that you have a little red phone and that you use it for private calls.” Lucy visibly tensed and Miles could hear the hitch in her breath as he neared. “Now I’m not one for threats—ok that’s a lie but, it would be wise of you to cooperate. Give me the code to unlock it and I won’t cuff you to my worktable.”

“733786.”

“Well,” Miles said, straightening. “That was easier than I’d expected; a little disappointing but, I won’t hold that against you.” Miles noted the number down before starting towards the door.

“Byron, please tell me if he’s ok?”

“For now,” he smirked. “Sleep tight, Princess.”

Dominick and Kaeleigh bounded forward through the door and down the stairs in a ball of soft fur and wagging tails towards the wolves waiting near the fence. Joseph sniffed at the door and slowly moved down the first step, testing its height before cautiously taking the next two and joining his siblings. Kaya watched from above him, smiling as his tongue flopped out of his opened mouth and he flew into Caleb’s lap. “Looks like we have a few adventurers on our hands,” Charlie spoke behind her.

“Just the two. Joey’s gonna be the voice of reason. I can already see it.” She took one of the bags from his hands and started outside with the rest of the pack. It was happening a lot sooner than it did for most, but the cubs were about to have their first run with the pack. 

Usually, new wolves waited for their second moon before the grand event. However, the cubs were born shifted and everyone, Caleb especially, were very eager to test the pups’ limits. Seeing his Mom and Uncle start over, Dominick ran back to greet them, circling around Charlie’s feet and scratching at his legs as he barked excitedly. “Tell me again this is the right move,” Kaya said as she set the black bag on the outside of the fence.

“It’s the right move, Ky, don’t worry,” Caleb said with a reassuring smile. He pressed a kiss into her lips and Joseph joined Dominick with the barking, inserting a small growl for added measure as he jumped at Caleb. “Well, how do you like that? I don’t say anything when she kisses you!” He laughed, patting the pups’ heads. “Ready?”

Kaya nodded and Caleb howled. Instantly the men and women standing beside her undressed and fell to all fours, each transitioning and shaking out luxurious coats of browns, golds, whites, blacks and in Connor’s case: red. The group moved together, keeping the newborns in the middle as they rushed off into the woods and the first of many outings for the pups.

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