Born Wolf Ch. 08bysexuscumlupus©
For anyone who cares Tahryn is pronounced 'taa-rin', with a long extended vowel at the beginning. All main and sexually active characters are over 18. I do not condone violence of any kind. Wolf rules are very different from human rules.
What did you do with a dead werewolf? Contrary to common medieval lore you stay the shape you died in, so it was left to Deoran and David James to bury the body of Philip Tanner. Deoran had been surprised to be called on, even more surprised that right now Degan Canon, the alpha of South Sea, was meeting with his mate to decide his future. And he didn't get a say in the matter. It was all very startling really. But yet, here he was deep in the woods, helping to dig the grave of the red-brown wolf who Kurt Ulrich had killed.
Kurt Ulrich. The very thought of the boy made him shudder involuntarily. Kurt could only be described as a boy is the barest sense of the word, and as a man only in a very oblique manner. The youngest pack enforcer was all wolf. It hadn't been hard to see it in him, the need to know his place, to exert dominance on someone he considered weaker than himself. His mind was sharp and complex, but with one very simple aim. Know your place. Deoran knew that his place was definitely under Kurt, that was a wolf too powerful to be challenged, as Philip Tanner had discovered way too late to save his own hide. Deoran had seen wolves die of lesser injuries, and Philip must have been pretty strong too to last as long as he had.
There had been a small vigil for the family and a few friends, but wolves didn't like the scent of their dead, and most had stayed away. They would be morning now in the comfort of the Tanner's house, a traditional wake that was strictly for pack members. Alex Tanner, his wife and son, would not be able to mourn their son publicly for a while, possibly even years. Deoran hadn't that he knew so much about what happened when a wolf died, moving from place to place, doing odd jobs for packs to stay on their good side had left him with the knowledge he'd rather not have had. And then there was what had happened to Bruno...
Deoran snapped at himself for thinking too closely about his past, well, at least that bit of his past, and turned back to the task at hand. Young dead wolves were buried and the lie was told that they had gone away to study, abroad usually. The National Council dealt with the rest. Papers were forged, acceptance letters and student records created, and then there was just the usual game of waiting for a plane to crash or a ship to wreck or a minor rebellion to break out. Passenger records were forged, personal items miraculously recovered to show the evidence of that person's death, and the family was 'told.' Then they could mourn in public, to cry and wail for their loss. It was not a pleasant system, but it had kept their secrets for years, and as the technology got better and better, so more and more complicated did the lies. Most of the South Bank pack worked somewhere in the human government system, in was no secret that many were very high up, and forging these records never seemed to be a problem for them. It was like the secret service of werewolves.
The grave was dug, nice and deep. Burying a wolf was easier than burying a human, mostly because of the lack of coffin, and together Deoran and David lowered in the sheet wrapped body.
Feet lying on the tarmac. Blood in fur.
Deoran shook himself, raising an eyebrow from his companion as he began to throw soil back into the grave. The red head gave the other wolf a small smile, appropriate for the situation. When the grave was about three quarters full, David obviously decided that it was OK to start a conversation.
"So, you and Aliza then?"
"Yeah." Deoran smiled again to remember the heat of their mating, the fast desire and flame warmth that had risen from him the moment that their play-fight had turned into seduction. The ochre-brown wolf's teeth in his throat, letting him know that he was being claimed just as furiously as he had fucked her. "What's she like?"
"I've never seen a scent work so fast," David shook his head and dusted off his hands, "You must have been sitting down all of two minutes before she came and grabbed you. I'm not sure that's what Degan meant when he said 'be welcoming' huh?" David began to pat the earth over the grave, "Aliza is one of the lads really. Very independent. She works with Carson sometimes, you know the big guy with the oil stains? He's a mechanic. The rest of the time she works in deliveries and packages. Drives stuff all of the shop. What about you? You mentioned the school?"
"Yeah. I teach English. Mostly. I do substitutes and cover and supply and all that stuff."
"You like it?"
"All of the rubbish behaviour, none of the marking." Deoran shrugged, "It's a life."
"So will you and Aliza be staying here then, or will you returning to your pack?"
"It's her decision." Deoran tried to smile again, but the reminder that he had no pack stung. He'd had a pack before, when he was a little younger than Kurt was now, and everything had been so...
The scent of blood and motor oil. The light fading from green eyes.
Deoran pushed the thoughts away. He'd not had to try so hard to block out his past in years, since the last time he was living this close to a pack. Being around other wolves just made everything come flooding back, and Deoran had never learnt to swim in the waters of his past. The grave covered, and the soft mound covered in rocks and a layer of fallen leaves, the two werewolves started back down the hill towards the pack lands. Deoran felt that he should be running in the other direction. David James was apparently in negotiations, and Deoran could see why. The company was easy as they walked, conversation light and silences un-awkward. Deoran wondered if things hadn't gone so wrong, that his life might have been like this.
Maybe life can be like this now... He was mated. Aliza's attack on him had been unexpected and unexplained, at least until afterwards. They had lain side by side in her bed the previous night and Aliza had explained about the scent that had driven her nuts, was totally shocked that he couldn't sense it the way she did, and then had ridden him hard into oblivion. It had been an excellent contrast to his normal evenings. The big problem was that Aliza was going to want him to be a wolf more. Much more than he was now. Once a month would not be enough for a woman in a pack where changing was daily business.
Running through the woods. Barking. The road. The screech of tires.
Deoran shook himself again as he and David emerged from the woods. Aliza was waiting for them in the back garden of Degan Canon's house. She was holding a set of house keys. She didn't look so happy. The key's jangled.
"Degan getting you to move into the free house?" David spoke first, and hefted the shovel from his shoulder to the ground.
"Yes." Aliza's reply seemed rather terse, "He just wants everyone to be together."
"Is that bad?" Deoran couldn't decide which way he wanted that answer to go. He'd spent so long avoiding anything that looked like settling down roots.
The wet slap of a body hitting the road.
But really, he liked the idea of here, this place, this woman to whom he felt an incredible draw, as though she was the sun. He went to Aliza's side and was only slightly surprised when she wrapped her fingers around his own.
"I suppose not." She smiled and it was like the world lit up for Deoran, he could feel his old self seeping back in already, "We'd better go get your things."
Chaska stood at the stove, stirring her biggest saucepan with her largest hand carved wooden spoon, one hand on her hip. Her father sat at the long table, watching her. A tense uneasiness had fallen over the house. Everyone but Isla walked around Tahryn and Kurt on egg shells. The latter hadn't left their room except to shower and use the bathroom since his arrival, though Noakes had come on Sunday afternoon and checked on his stitches and proclaimed him to be healing nicely. Now it was Monday. Tahryn had skipped school and stayed home with his injured mate, had been conspicuously absent at meal times and Chaska could tell that her father was not happy. And she knew why.
Chaska knew she shouldn't, but she was great at overhearing things. Tahryn had argued with Dick Smith about who was responsible for Kurt now that he was an Ulrich. Apparently Whelan now felt threatened by his own son. Chaska knew that Kurt and Tahryn could live here long term, but a little while would have been nice. Chaska liked seeing her brother's secret smile. Chaska tapped the spoon on the side of the pan and turned back to her spice rack. Lavender sea salt, cinnamon, turmeric, cumin, coriander, mustard seeds and then a big dollop of honey into the lamb, onions and apricots. She stirred the tagine and then turned to look at her father.
"Am I particularly fascinating when I cook?"
"Something is different about you."
"Ooh we're being cryptic today are we?" Chaska knew that she did normally tease her father quite the same way as she usually did with Tahryn, but Whelan's tense attitude annoyed her, it was so unlike the way he usually was.
"You smell different."
"Yes. Come, daughter, talk to me."
Chaska stopped stirring the stew and went to sit down across the table from her father.
"You don't love Tahryn any less do you Dad?" She'd decided that the best thing to do was ask her father outright.
"Of course not sweetheart. I love him just the same. But he's a man now, nineteen with his own mate. He will want his own space too."
"But I like having Kurt here." That comment went unanswered. "So am I a woman now too?"
"Chaska," Whelan shook his head softly, "You're only just eighteen."
"But I have a mate too." And there it was, slipped out as though it was no big deal, like it didn't matter.
"What are you talking about?" Whelan Spencer's eyes had gone hard and wild, "Who? How? When?" He was up in seconds, walked around the table and grabbed Chaska's arm, pulling her to feet. He sniffed deeply, "WHO?"
"Dad!" Mehran stood in the doorway looking at the scene with horror. "Let go of Chas."
Her little sister's shock snapped their father's from his strength, and Chaska fled. Without thinking about it, she found herself pressed against the door in her brother's room. Tahryn wasn't there, but Kurt was sitting up in bed, pillowed and cushioned, and he managed to wave at her with his good arm. He was healing well, the cuts to his face no longer dark and sharp, but soft, like a scar from bramble bushes rather than teeth,
"You smell like food. Did you bring food?"
"Not yet." Chaska's heart thudded and she sat on the edge of the bed without really hearing anything Kurt said.
"Why do you smell like Jene?"
There was a long, long silence.
"Oh my god." Kurt shifted himself further forwards in bed, and Chaska noticed that he could put some weight on his splinted arm, "You and Jene..." Kurt walked his good hand across the sheets and Chaska took it automatically, "When did this happen?"
"Don't feel bad. You were away and then getting sort of beat up at the time" Chaska sighed and smiled with her lips sealed at her brother's mate, her mate's best friend, "She took us home and we...well." She shrugged, "It was amazing."
"I'll bet. So why'd you arrive in here looking like a scared bunny?"
Kurt nodded and growled, but only once, and low.
"He doesn't like me much."
"You outrank him."
"So does Tay." Kurt spoke like this was common knowledge.
"It makes him nervous."
"So you still going to be the alpha female your brother says you are?"
"Well are you still a good cook?" Kurt grinned, very human, and looking hopeful.
"Fine, fine. You're not good at this whole tact thing are you Kurt?"
"Nope." Kurt looked sort of proud of that.
Tahryn sat on the edge of the bath, leaning against the tiled wall with his hand dangling into the slowly rising water. Apparently his life had decided at some point over the last few weeks that not all the parts of his existence could be happy at the same time. Either he and Kurt were locking horns over things that no longer mattered and his home life was great; or he and his father were at loggerheads without really knowing why, but Kurt was sweet and delicious and let Tahryn kiss him whenever he wanted. Tahryn knew which of these situations he enjoyed the most. And Kurt hated baths, which when you thought about it from a dog's perspective was sort of natural, but showers were too hard. Standing for too long hurt his mate, and Tahryn couldn't bear to see him suffer.
Tahryn finished running the bath and walked back across the hallway to what he was starting to think of as 'their' room, rather than his, and was surprised to find Chaska sitting with his mate on the bed.
"Hey Tay," came the chorused answer. Chaska stood, squeezed Kurt's hand and kissed his cheek before she vanished.
"What was that about?"
"Your sister's in love."
"Uh-huh." Kurt looked unbelievably smug, a dog with a joint of lamb.
"With who?" Tahryn folded his arms and tried to look menacing.
"With my sister." Kurt answered cryptically.
"With Jene?" It took Tahryn a few seconds to work out who Kurt meant, but then he laughed, "That's excellent!"
"Makes us all a little family huh?"
"Yup. Come on, bath time."
"Really?" Kurt whined, looking every inch the little pup that Tahryn thought of him as when he wore his human form.
"Yes, pup. Come on." Tahryn lifted him bodily from the bed. Kurt kicked at him ineffectually, and by the hand that went around the back of his neck, Tahryn knew that the skinny boy in his arms didn't really mean it. 'I love you.' He sent the thought to Kurt and had the pleasure of watching the other blush rose-pink. "I can't wait until I can see inside your head too."
"Well you're going to have to," Kurt winced as Tahryn set him down the bathroom and twisted to examine the wound on his thigh, "I'd break if you screwed me now."
Tahryn knelt and unwound the bandages from Kurt's hip, exposing the rough crescent shaped scar where Phillip had done his very best to tear the flesh from his body. The flap of skin had been big enough not to atrophy, and like all of Kurt's wounds was healing well. It would only be another day or so and then Kurt would either have to give in or come up with some other excuse not to be with him. Tahryn's thoughts were interrupted by being splashed. Kurt looked angry.
"How could you think that?" Tahryn realised too late that he hadn't been guarding his mind, "You think I'm just letting you touch me because I'm injured?"
"I want to be with you." Kurt didn't look at him when he spoke, but watched the floor carefully, his feet narrow and pale on the brown stone tiles, "I have to fight myself every time in order to say it, but it's true. I want to be with you. The wolf me does too, just not in the same way."
"The wolf you?" Tahryn made sure he repeated the words slowly. He had never heard Kurt refer to the human and wolf being anything other than the same thing. It seemed as though the least split wolf he'd ever known was now reversing his sense of self. Tahryn hoped that he didn't push it too far.
"Tay..." Kurt looked so utterly dejected that Tahryn decided not to continue with the line of questioning. He stripped off his shirt to help Kurt into the bath and smiled when Kurt grabbed his arm and curled it to his chest. "Believe me."
"I do." 'Can I get in with you?' Tahryn directed the thought as a question, too scared to say it out loud. Kurt looked so unsure that Tahryn wondered if he was ever going to get an answer, but eventually Kurt nodded. The big blond stripped off the rest of his clothes and stepped into the bath. He sat, reached up and by degrees, lowered Kurt down onto his lap, chest to spine and shoulder blades. Kurt weighed more than he had a month ago, but less than he had before his injuries. Tahryn ran his hands over Kurt's chest, the muscles still defined from being underweight and having a wolf metabolism, and Kurt shuddered as he exhaled. From his pinned position in the tub, Tahryn found soap and rough sponge, he'd invested in the all-natural soap that Kurt liked during the month when his mate hadn't been really talking to him, and began to spread lather in slow circles over Kurt's chest and belly. The wolf in his arms shuddered as his fingers brushed his navel, his skin still soft and smooth under Tahryn's fingers. But Kurt didn't pull away, the desire not to be submissive losing out against the kisses which Tahryn was planting along his throat.
Soft brown lips worked their way to the spot below Kurt's ear, where jaw joined neck and nipped gently. Kurt moaned and squirmed in his lap and Tahryn chuckled in his head and began to lick and bite at the spot where his last mark was already fading fast.
"I can hear you thinking in there you know."
Tahryn thrummed against his mate, knowing that Kurt had heard his thoughts, that he wasn't guarding them and that with the proximity and the amount of body contact between them, Kurt couldn't help but listen in to his desire's. He let the sponge float free and moved his fingers across Kurt's skin and growled in surprise to find Kurt's fingers digging into his thigh, his other arm propped on the side of the bath, the splint denying him as much movement.
'I want to touch you.' Tahryn coloured his thoughts with love and desire and the image of Kurt writhing in pleasure. Kurt let out a low moan as Tahryn continued to work in the love bite on his neck, drawing new blood to the surface, and nodded gently. Tahryn smoothed his fingers over Kurt's skin under the water and found the tapered length of him already half hard and twitching, begging for his touch. Tahryn smirked and wrapped his hand around Kurt's erection, moving his fist gently in the water, little splashes lapping against the side of the tub. He could feel the fight that Kurt was putting up, and it made him proud, and stupidly pleased that Kurt was wanting to be here with him, and sad that he was still struggling in order to do so. He licked the column of Kurt's throat and used his other hand to turn his boy's neck and found Kurt's tawny gold eyes blown, filled with lust and wanting.
"Hey pup." Tahryn kept his voice low, hearing the husky notes that were tied to the erection pressing between their bodies. Kurt moaned as his thumb rounded the tip of his cock and pressed gently to the slit, "Oh you like that huh?"
Kurt groaned again, and kissed him. It was, pretty much, the first time Kurt had initiated something in human form and Tahryn decided not to question the beautiful pale boy in his arms, but delved into his mouth as Kurt opened up to him. Kurt was warm, and wanting, his tongue duelling in Tahryn's mouth, and by the time they broke the kiss both boys were vibrating with need. Tahryn traced Kurt's lower lip with the pad of his thumb and has the pleasure of seeing his mate smile.
Kurt frowned and Tahryn kissed the little lines that formed between his eyebrows.
"You are beautiful. I'm gonna keep saying it until you believe me you know." Tahryn squeezed gently and brought Kurt's attention back to his crotch. The frown vanished as other emotions took centre stage and Kurt moaned and twisted, half wanting to get away, and pushed himself back into Tahryn's chest. Tahryn wrapped his arm over Kurt, touching the soft skin of his belly, loving the way Kurt submitted to him, lost in his own pleasure. His cock was very pink, and Tahryn enjoyed the contrast in colour's between their skin as he stroked Kurt, the six inches of pointed flesh vanishing into his big fist. The timbre of his mate's breathing changed as he sped up, Kurt's fingers dug into his thigh, his leg tensed, and his own cock begged for relief and he ignored it, focused on Kurt. Pale knuckles gripped the outside of the bath, Kurt's head was thrown back against his shoulder and he panted and squirmed, the rose pink blush spreading across his cheeks as Tahryn's hand moved faster. Tahryn pressed the boy to his chest, his free hand stroking his belly and chest, touching at his nipples and making him yelp.