The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

We fished off the dock last night as the sun set, catching three walleyes and a smallmouth bass we cooked over the fire in our fireplace. After cleaning up from dinner, we made out like teenagers before I laid her down on the leather couch. I smiled as I remembered her bare skin being revealed to me as I pulled her clothes off, the taste of her skin as I kissed from her lips down her neck to her breasts. When I had her begging for more, I pulled her jeans and panties off and licked my way down there. Hearing her gasps and moans of pleasure as I brought her to climax after climax with my tongue was immensely satisfying to me.

I carried her to bed, and we talked for hours into the night before she returned the favor. The feel of her mouth on me was beyond description. As keyed up as I was from her touch, I didn’t last long. She kissed her way back up my body and fell asleep as I tried to remember my name again.

Morning sun came way too early, and after breakfast and language lessons we took a walk around the small island. I shifted, my wolf liked to be out and insisted on marking the perimeter with his scent. She liked throwing sticks in the water and demanding I run in and fetch them for her. I took a shower when we returned, cooked us grilled cheese and tomato soup for lunch, and then it was time for our afternoon nap.

I drifted off, waking when I felt the wind pick up and drops of water start to hit my side. “Wake up, love, it’s time to go in,” I said. The clouds were building, a late season thunderstorm was coming over the lake.

She yawned, her tongue curling before I covered her mouth with my own. She relaxed into the kiss, and when I pulled back I could see her disappointment. “Up you go, or we’re going to get soaked in the cold rain,” I said. She sat up and swung her legs over, hopping out of the hammock. I got out the other side and followed her off the narrow porch and into the cabin.

“Looks like a big storm,” she said as she walked in. I closed the door behind us; the lights were still off, so only the flickers of light from the dying fire provided light as I closed the drapes to the storm. I sat on the couch, she laid next to me with her head in my lap as we listened to the thunder. “John, what happens if you mark a human?”

“It wouldn’t create a mating bond, and for the human, it would be just like a dog bite on the neck. Painful, risk of infection, and leave behind noticeable scarring.” We had discussed the mating process for werewolves after we got here.

“And if I have a wolf, like you think I do?”

I paused. “I know you have one in there, my wolf recognized her and bonded to her. I don’t know if your wolf is too weak to come out or is trapped in a spell.” I ran my hand down her neck to her shoulder, causing her to shiver in delight. “If the marking works, it will establish a stronger bond to your wolf. The pain will turn to pleasure in moments as the mating bond is established, and you will forever be marked as being mine. If I bite you while making love, it’s even more intense. The pleasure masks the initial pain, and the bond slams into place between us.”

She didn’t say anything, she just looked at the dying fire. A few minutes later, she got up and put a few more pieces of wood on, then came back and grabbed my hand. She pulled me up and into a kiss, one I was very happy to give her. “John,” she whispered as she backed off and pulled her shirt over her head, “I want you to make me yours.”

“Are you sure?” Little Johnny was, he was ready to go, but I could never do something she would regret. “There is no going back from a mating, we will be tied together beyond death.”

She took off her T-shirt and bra, then turned her back and undid her jeans. Pushing them down, she bent over and showed me her amazing ass and legs as she pushed them to her ankles, then stepped out of them. She walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed as I followed. “I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life. I love you, John. I want to be your lover, your wife, your mate. Make love to me and make me yours.”

I couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough.

She scooted back onto the bed as I walked over, and I crawled to her and kissed her deeply. “I love you, Jessie Donato, and I want you to be mine.” We kissed, and I lowered myself to her, rolling her until she was on top. She was a virgin, and I took my time to make sure she wouldn’t be in pain for long as I took her. I ran my hands over her body as she ran her fingers over mine, and the scent of our arousals filled the small room.

I rolled her to her back and moved down, licking her to orgasm before I placed my shaft at her entry. “Are you sure, baby?”

“John, please, mate me now,” she said in a husky voice. I pushed forward, pausing at the barrier before I pushed through. She stilled, and a gasp of pain escaped; I held still, kissing the tear from her eyes and letting her get used to my size. When she started to moan and move against me, I began making love to her with as much tenderness as I could muster.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, urging me forward. “You’re not hurting me,” she whispered in my ear. “Harder.” I smiled and kissed her as I started to stroke her harder. The room echoed with the sounds of our love as I drove her higher and higher. “Oh God… John… I’m going to burst!”

I moved her hair out of the way and started to lick and suck at the junction of her neck and left shoulder. My wolf was giddy over the impending mating. He pushed forward, my teeth and jaw shifting in preparation. I pounded into her, causing her to scream out her release as she started to clench me in her orgasm. This drove me over the edge, and as the first spurts went deep into her, I bit hard into her until her blood filled my mouth.

She screamed again, and I closed my eyes as the pleasure of the bond snapped into place between us. Her scream turned into a moan, and her body jerked in pleasure as it rolled over her like a wave. I licked the mark, helping the bleeding to stop, then rolled us so she was on top again. We were both sweaty and exhausted, and the bond was like a live wire between us that had me quivering in delight. I held her as she came back down, her body relaxing on top of mine, her head on my chest.

“Are you all right,” I whispered as I caressed her back and neck.

“I’m great,” she said dreamily. “That was amazing.”

“Do you feel it? The bond?”

“I don’t know; the bite only hurt for a few seconds, now I feel all tingly and full of something, like when I gained all that magic. Something is inside me now.” She wiggled a little to get herself more comfortable. “When can we do that again?”

“You have to give me a few minutes,” I said. “And we have to be gentle, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You didn’t hurt me, John. There was pain, but it was worth going through the pain for all the pleasure I had.” She closed her eyes as I stroked her.

Her leg spasmed, and she screamed in pain as she reached down for it. “Ahhhh! Ow shit!” I rolled her to the side and reached down, her leg was bent and the muscles taut.

“Cramp?”

“OWWWW!” Her other leg jerked, and soon she was screaming in pain as her body started to twist and jerk. “What’s happening??” She was crying, and I was helpless as she rolled about the bed in agony.

“You’re shifting,” I said as I held her hand.

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Alpha Stan’s POV

Larissa and I sat in my office as Charles Thompson, our Pack’s lawyer, reported back to us on what he had found on Jessie’s status. “Let me start with Minnesota law first,” he said. “Basically, without a body and a death certificate, she isn’t dead yet,” he said. “If a missing person report is filed in Minnesota, AND the person is not found for four years after a diligent search, AND the absence is not explained, the person can be declared dead four years after last being seen. The exception to this is if there is a ‘specific peril of death,’ then the person may be determined to have died before the four years is up.”

“So, the video of Jessie, does that count for the exception?”

He paused. “Normally that exception is used for things like airplane crashes, fires, even the 9/11 attacks. If someone wants her declared dead, that would probably be enough IF there was no evidence to the contrary. Even the FBI is treating this investigation as a homicide based on the video. The problem is in entering the legal process. Thus far, no missing person report has been filed. She’s not being sued for collections, not involved in any legal actions in Minnesota, and she is an adult with no living relatives. The statute applies to ‘any action or proceeding involving the property of the person, contractual or property rights contingent upon the absentee’s death or the administration of the absentee’s estate,’ and so far there isn’t one. She doesn’t have a will, no life insurance, no estate to speak of. Our Pack holds the lease on her cabin, and it is not in default. She doesn’t even have a credit card, she uses a debit card and her bank account is full of money from her legal settlement. You even paid all her medical bills.”

Larissa picked up on it. “So someone has to start legal action against her, file a missing person report, then get a judge to agree the video is enough.”

“Yes. Until then, nothing starts. The power of attorney she signed for Patrick would apply in Minnesota as well, since it regarded her legal affairs. If it is filed, he can fight it, and probably drag it out a few months. We could lose in court or we could drag it out for four years. Eventually, though, if we can’t find her or evidence she is still alive, she’ll be declared dead.”

“How about Russia,” I asked.

“The difference there is that there is an active legal proceeding she is a party to. Russian law is similar to ours. Article 45 of the Russian Civil Code allows a judge to declare the person deceased if missing for five years, OR if a person disappeared under life-threatening circumstances, which make it likely the person died of an accident AND six months has expired. The actual death can be ‘back-dated’ to the date of the disappearance, or in this case the tape. The key here is that six months has to expire. He can’t argue that.”