The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“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.”

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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.