Mated to the Pack Ch. 10

"How did you keep this secret from me?" Sasha asked.

"It was damned hard, mon amour. Meetings galore which were nothing more than attempts to practice."

Sasha kissed him. "Why the Samba?"

"The quadrille is too hard to do without a partner," Rene laughed.

"Take good care of Jessica's mother, my love. I want her thinking she's never had sex as good as yours will be."

"It will be done," Rene assured her.

I knew how good that would be. Quinn was the only one who'd ever fucked me better than Rene.

Quinn continued. "Tonight, I'm doing Irish step dancing. I hope you enjoy it."

Damned if he didn't do a great job. He may not have been a Michael Flatley of Riverdance, and Lord of the Dance fame (and I got why they were called Lord of the Prance,) but I did feel myself melting again as he kept his eyes on me as he tapped to the Irish music. Fuck, why did he have to be so distracting?

I thought for sure the show would be over at that point, but I was wrong. All of the men came out in new outfits and stripped together with more traditional stripping outfits. It almost looked like the Village People with a cop, cowboy, soldier, sailor, construction worker, doctor, mechanic, fireman, and others all dancing on the stage. The fucking magical dicks sprouting from their hairy loins was a joy to behold. When they were all naked, they started leaping like they were going to do a tuck and roll, but shifting to wolf forms in the middle of the leap, jumping as a wolf, shifting again and landing as a man. Shift after shift, a dizzying array of man and wolf leaping over one another, and finally, Quinn, standing as a man, hopping up and down, shifting to a wolf and dancing on his hind legs, shifting ten times in twenty seconds, appearing as half man/half wolf at times the shifting was so often and so sudden your eyes were deceived.

The hall went dark, and suddenly the stage flooded with a single spot again, and only Quinn was on the stage, a single flood on him. He stepped down off the stage and took Sasha's hand.

"Sasha, I'm sorry for anything I've ever done to hurt you. With your permission, I'd like to fuck you."

"You have my permission wolf."

He put his hands on her shoulders, bent slightly so he could enter her standing. Sasha moaned and orgasmed as he penetrated her moist core. Then he began thrusting, switching back and forth between man and wolf so rapidly, it was a human cock in her one second, a wolf cock the second. Not remaining a wolf long enough to knot, but shifting so rapidly, he could thrust in either form. He fucked her standing to so many orgasms, I lost count. Sasha may have as well. His last shift was to his man shape, and instead of resting his hands or paws on her shoulders, he picked her up and slammed her down over his cock as he exploded into her.

I could see how much cum he left inside of her as it was soon leaking down her legs, and I knew I'd be cleaning her pussy of his cum for a long time. No doubt she was well aroused for our mating. I was too, and I hadn't even been fucked.

"Did you enjoy the show, Jessica?" Quinn asked after he finished, and lightly licked the outside of Sasha's pussy by lifting her up until her pussy was against his face.

"It was a great show, Quinn. Much better than I expected when I gave you the task."

"Have I earned your forgiveness, Jessica?"

"You're an asshole, Quinn," Gretchen said. "I can't believe what you did to Jessica. What kind of prick does that to a woman? It's a wonder she's even speaking to you. I'd have hired someone to break your kneecaps, you shit!"

"They would have healed," Quinn said, "but you're right about it being a shit stunt to pull. I'm very sorry about what I did. I'm hoping to earn her trust again, at some time in the future. I'm heartily sorry for hurting your friend."

Gretchen stared at Quinn for a long time, a look of disgust on her face. Quinn faced her head on, accepting his guilt.

"If you ever hurt her like that again, I'll geld you with a silver knife," Gretchen said.

"I'll give you the knife," Quinn replied, facing her anger, accepting it.

He surprised me again. How could he swing so hot and cold?

"You've earned one more day to prove yourself to me, Quinn," I said. "Your last chance. Forgiveness may, or may not follow. I'll contact you after my parents have left."

"Might I invite you and your parents to join me in my home tomorrow?"

"We're leaving for a road trip on Monday, but your home is on the way to our first stop, so yes, expect us sometime in the afternoon tomorrow. We'll eat supper and spend the night."

"Thank you."

The women all picked out the wolves they'd chosen for the night and I saw Mom disappearing on the arm of Rene. Ingrid was taking Quinn's arm, heading for one of the outside cabins. Brigitte disappeared on the arm of the Scottish sword dancer. Dani left with her tall African wolf and another partner, also male, Lisette and Randa with theirs. Gretchen air kissed me goodbye and left with Lenore, the server she found attractive.

"I've got to say it's kind of strange thinking of my mother with Rene, and me with you," I told Sasha.

"That is rather amusing," Sasha agreed. "Rene left our bedroom to us. He's taking the spare bedroom with your mother." She took my hand and led me there.

Their bedroom was like Quinn's. A low, platform-like bed good for wolf or human. We lay down on the bed. I prepared to lick her clean, still oozing thick cum from her pussy.

Sasha stopped me.

"Quinn has got it bad," Sasha said. "He's smitten. He couldn't keep his eyes off of you tonight. I haven't seen him like this since Adriana."

"I don't understand it. Most wolves are much prettier than I am. I'm a snowflake on a hot summer day next to him, I'll die that quickly. Why me?"

"I can't say. Something in you calls to him, and he can't help how he feels, any more than I can help how I feel about Rene. Wolves tend to recognize their mates when they meet them. Whatever he sees in you, it's what he wants."

"I can't trust him."

"He'll definitely need to earn that trust back, but I thank you for giving him a chance. No one wants to see the old Quinn back. We like the new Quinn a lot more."

I scented him on the white cream leaking from her pussy. I burrowed my face into it and tasted him all over again, just as I had when he owned me, except mixed with Sasha's tasty fluids.

After getting her clean, we moved to a sixty-nine, and pleasured each other long into the night.

******

We fucked again when we got up. I swear Sasha tasted worse this morning when Quinn wasn't so present in her pussy. Not that she tasted bad either way. Then we all went for another run and ate a quick breakfast. Mom missed the run, but she made it to breakfast.

"I've never been fucked like that in my life," Mom said. "I'm not sure I can walk right. Sasha, you are one lucky lady."

Sasha smiled at her. "I know."

"Are you going to tell Dad that, because I don't think that's a good idea," I said.

"I suppose not. I can't believe how good he was."

"One hundred thirty, plus years of practice, Mom. You practice that long, you're going to be a good fucker too. I imagine your father is that good. He seduced your mother fifty some years ago and look how much longer he's been practicing since?"

I collected the rest of the ladies after breakfast, and we headed out. Mom and Brigitte were in the first seat, Dani and Lisette in the second, and Gretchen and I were all the way in the back, cuddling and kissing a little. All of the women had no complaints about their sex last night.

Dani held up her phone. "I'm going to watch Carl stroke out a couple as I show him how I got fucked last night. Maybe I'll even let him fuck me when it's over. Of course, I'll have to tell him I can't even feel him inside of me after Rafiki fucked me last night."

"Maybe you should have a mold made of his cock and make a dildo of it so Carl can ply you with another man's cock?" I said.

"Damn, Jess. That's a wonderful idea. I'll call Rafiki later and see if he's willing. Then I'll have Carl suck him hard so I can make the mold."

"How was Quinn, Ingrid?" Brigitte asked.

"The sex was good, but I expected better. He seemed distracted, like his mind was elsewhere."

Brigitte looked at me. Why look at me? What did I do?

"How did you fare, Gretchen?" I asked.

"Great. I think she's the equivalent of a wolf lesbian. I know she has to fuck cocks, but she prefers pussy, like me. I didn't think anyone could lick pussy like Brigitte, but she did."

"Ahh," Brigitte laughed. "I have to try harder now."

"What was her name?" I asked.

"Lenore."

"Maybe we can invite her over after our road trip, before you go home?"

"That would be lovely, thank you. How did you do, Mrs. H?" Gretchen asked.

"Mmm, mmm, good," Mom laughed. "I don't even think I should tell Simon how good I was fucked. It's sure to give him a complex."

"That's the difference between our men, Anita," Dani laughed. "I want to give my fiancé a complex. It's part of the fun for me."

"As soon as we get home, we need to pack for our road trip. We're going to go to Quinn's and spend the night tonight," I said. "His home is on the way to our first stop tomorrow, Bar Harbor and Acadia National Park, so we'll get an early jump on the day."

"Are you going to forgive him, Jessica?" Gretchen asked quietly.

"I don't know," I replied honestly, also softly. "Sometimes I wish I could just hate him and let it go at that. Other times, I'm not sure."

Gretchen squeezed my hand. I squeezed hers back, then kissed her.

"I'm pretty fucked up, aren't I?"

"Maybe."

"Why maybe?"

"I think I could forgive almost anything you ever did to hurt me," Gretchen said.

"Ah, Gretch. I'm so sorry."

"Que sera, sera, Jessica. We can't help who we love."

"You don't think I love the asshole, do you?"

"If anyone else had done what he's done, would we even be having this conversation?"

I thought about that for ten seconds or so.

"Ahh, fuck!" She kissed me again.

When we got home, I started packing. Mom and Dad had to fuck first.

"What's that all about?" I asked Brigitte as we packed a bag.

"They're reminding themselves how much they love each other, despite having sex with other people last night."

"Oh. Well, that's okay then."

******

We stopped for food on the way to Quinn's. I'd told him it would be sometime in the afternoon. I didn't want him having to fix us food as soon as we got there. The wolves scarfed down a lot of burgers, bypassing the buns. It was more cooked than they preferred, but what the hell. A wolf has to do what a wolf has to do, and they were outnumbered, four to three.

Quinn welcomed us when we arrived at two. He offered wine, which my parents took, and we all went out onto his deck overlooking the rocky coastline below. I introduced him to them, and vice versa. He nodded politely to Ingrid, having spent the night with her.

"I can see why you love it in Maine, Jessica," Dad said. "This is similar to Rhinelander except you have an ocean instead of a lake. You have a lovely home, Quinn."

"Thank you. I like it. Jessica said that you're Gerhard's daughter, Anita?"

"It certainly appears so. My mother died in child birth and I never met her. Gerhard showed me some pictures of the woman he'd impregnated, and it looked exactly like me when I was younger. My birthday, and her death date are the same, and from the same hospital, plus the werewolf adoption agency was used for my adoption."

"I can certainly see where Jessica gets her beauty," Quinn said. "Even now, you're a beautiful woman, and in excellent shape. You must exercise."

"I'm a runner like Jessica, plus I play tennis."

"Do you like venison?" Quinn asked.

"I'm not sure," Mom replied. "I'm not sure I've ever had it. Jessica raved about your venison stew. Is that what we're having tonight?"

"I thought venison steaks," Quinn said. "It's easier feeding the wolves rawer meat."

"Where do you buy your venison?" Dad asked.

"I don't. I hunt it myself, as a wolf. Since I'm a tracker for the pack, I need to maintain my skills."

"You've got a scar. You're the first wolf I've ever seen with a scar," Mother said.

"A misunderstanding with Brigitte regarding her mate," Quinn replied politely.

"I think I heard something about that when Jessica was visiting us," Mom said. "You'd wanted to mate with Brigitte yourself?"

Quinn's eyebrows went up.

"That was before we knew the true story, mother," I said. "Quinn believed that Brigitte's mate, Phillipe, was responsible for the death of his intended, Adriana. The evidence he had suggested that Adriana died due to Phillipe's cowardice, but he had no proof. He began fucking Brigitte to see if Phillipe would fight for her. It took for Phillipe to become a laughingstock because Quinn was fucking her more than her mate was, before he fought for her.

"Quinn didn't intend for Phillipe to die, but he was going to keep hurting him until Phillipe realized he could fight even when hurt or injured. Then Brigitte told him to shift and tossed him a silver knife. Phillipe was going to cut Quinn's throat with it, so Quinn ripped out his throat. Most wolves can't recover from that before bleeding out. Quinn finally explained why things happened as they did. They've reached rapprochement regarding their differences."

"I'm so sorry, Quinn," Mother said. "That had to be devastating to you to lose your mate."

"It was. This is the first time I can remember when I wasn't longing for her."

"Find a new girl, then?" Mom asked, having missed the quiet conversation in the back of the SUV.

"I'm not sure. I hope so. I've made a lot of mistakes with her. I'm hopeful though."

He couldn't help looking at me. Mom noticed and said, "Jessica? She hates you."

"With good reason, I suspect. I hope to change her mind."

"But you're a wolf! She's human."

"I'm well aware."

"She'll die long before you do."

"Sometimes, we don't have a choice in who we love. Why hasn't Gerhard ever mated? Could it be he never found anyone he loved as much as your mother, human or not?"

Mom looked at him, then me. "I wish you luck."

"I'll take any luck I can get."

We enjoyed the afternoon out on the deck. It was a beautiful day, late summer, not too hot near the ocean with an ocean breeze blowing over the water. Quinn had a grill on the deck and he started grilling the venison steaks around five. After getting them started on one side, he went into the house and got a foil package of veggies he threw on the grill with the steaks. He cooked the four steaks bloody rare for the wolves, and the steaks for us medium well.

"You need to cook venison a little longer than beef, as it needs to reach a certain interior temperature for human consumption. Deer don't have the advantage of the antibiotics steers get."

"It's a little sweet," Dad said, having a bite.

"I use a molasses bourbon rub to counteract the gaminess of the meat," Quinn said. "It took a lot of experimentation to learn how humans prefer it."

During supper, Quinn told us some of his tracking stories, staying away from the one that killed Adriana.

"I'm going to track a couple rogues on Monday, who bothered Ingrid when you arrived," Quinn said.

"Will there still be a scent to find after five days?" I asked

"Scent isn't the only method of tracking," Quinn said. "It's just the easiest. I've got other methods as well. All animals leave other trails."

"What will you do if you find them?" I asked.

"Probably kill them," he said. "It's better than being locked up. It depends."

"Could you do me a favor, Quinn?" I asked.

"What's that?"

"Could you ask them why they are the way they are. It seems to me that perhaps other wolves need a chance at redemption. Don't kill them unless they give you an answer you can't accept."

He looked at me. "I'll ask."

"Thank you."

******

I was helping Quinn wash dishes, the others relaxing on the deck again. We were drying the last of the large dishes, the rest having gone into his dishwasher which was currently running.

"Is it too much to hope for you to join me in my bed, Jessica?" Quinn asked.

"It is tonight. I want to spend time with Gretchen. She came here to see me and I wasn't with her last night. She loves me, and even though I care for her, I can't love her back the way she'd like, so I need to spend time with her. I have another favor to ask, though."

He smiled. "What is it this time?"

"Ingrid thought you were a little distracted last night. Would you take her, Conor and my Mom to bed with you. Mom said her sex with Rene last night was the best she ever had. I want you to prove to her that you're better. And I want you to fuck Ingrid until she cries out your name in lust. Maybe yours and Conor's, if they're up for it. I want them both to have the best fuckings of their lives."

"You want me to fuck your Mother? What about your father?" Quinn appeared very puzzled.

"Dad will be happy with Brigitte."

"That doesn't answer the question of why me?"

"Because I don't want you so distracted by me, that you're incapable of being the source of pleasure to anyone else. Many wolves have now told me that it seems you're entranced by me, that perhaps you'd even mate with me. I don't know if I can do that. Not because you're a wolf, but because I don't want to turn old, wrinkled and gray while you remain unchanged. So learn to enjoy others. I will try to be what I can for you, if you prove yourself to me, but I can't be more, so enjoy life, even if it's without me."

Quinn stared at me for a moment, than wrapped his wet hands around me and drew me into a kiss so good, it stole my breath away. I dropped my dish towel, and kissed him back just as fiercely. I felt my pussy moistening for him, and his large cock start to harden between us, climbing my inner thighs until it rested against my nether lips, between my legs. I was probably coating it with my juices.

"Not me," I whispered. "Fuck them."

Quinn almost shook himself, then stepped back, his cock springing up vertical it was so hard. While his eyes were on me, he dried his hands, then went outside onto the deck.

"With your permission, Simon, I'd like to take your wife to my bed tonight?"

It was a question, but his cock was huge, and ready. Dad looked at Mom, and she nodded yes.

"You have my permission, Quinn," Dad said.

"Ingrid, Conor, join us," Quinn said. That was not phrased as a question. That was stated as an alpha order. He picked Mom up, cradling her in his arms, and the other two followed him as he carried Mom to his bedroom.

I went out on the deck and told my dad to take Brigitte to his bed tonight. I took Gretchen's hand and we went to a spare bedroom. All of the beds had been made in anticipation of our visit. Several times that evening, once in the middle of the night, and again in the morning, we heard Mom and Ingrid begging to be fucked, and the howls of wolves claiming a bitch.

******

Gretchen and I got up and joined Quinn, Conor, Ingrid and Mom on the deck again, the sun still low over the ocean, sunlight sparkling on a fairly calm sea.

Both Mom and Ingrid appeared a little loopy, with huge smiles on their faces. Mom was moving a little gingerly, as if she was sore. Ingrid would have been the same were it not for a wolf's recuperative powers. Connor was a peacock, proud of whatever he'd done. Quinn appeared calm, unruffled, but he smiled when Gretchen and I joined them. He handed us both a cup of strong coffee, which we doctored to our wants.

Dad and Brigitte were the last to arrive. Brigitte had fresh cum running down her leg, which she had Conor clean up. Quinn went into the kitchen to start breakfast, the perfect host.

"It sounded as if everyone had a good time last night," I said.