The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

Sean later told me that Devin had all the guys go to a strip club, in downtown Portland, and it was a little bit seedy. His crew also got invited to that, so they got to rub elbows with the boss in a bawdy, boozy setting. He said the girls weren’t as good looking as the ones he saw naked every day, so disappointing in a way, though he appreciated the skills of the pole dancers. He got three lap dances paid for him, but no blow jobs and no sex, and I tended to believe him. He admitted one of the lap dancers had gotten him to cream in his pants, so it wasn’t entirely innocent, but as I said, I didn’t have a problem with it. I figured Devin just wanted to be more adult than he really was, and show his older brother a good time. There was some serious drinking, however, and Sean had a hangover the next day.

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For the wedding, the men all got the same style of tuxedo, the only difference being the cummerbunds. Sean’s was gold, the others were green to match the bridesmaid’s dresses. The ushers were Conor, Nat, Tony and Liam. We’d picked the same location for our wedding as Dani had for hers. It was convenient having guests staying at the same place as the wedding, and several of mine were from out of town. it could be moved indoors in the event of inclement weather. The food was great and the service excellent.

Sean wasn’t allowed to see me in my dress, so he was waiting outside, (the weather was perfect) while the bridesmaids and I were getting dressed inside. Mom was helping me with things.

There was a knock on the door and Mom asked who it was.

“Quinn.”

We were all fairly decent, at least we had our dresses on, though not the makeup yet, so I told Mom to let him in. He walked in and stopped dead in his tracks.

“Damn! Don’t you look fuckable. Sean is a lucky fucking man.”

“Thank you, kind sir. What are you doing here? You’re not leaving a deposit of cum in me like Dani did, to leak out as I say vows with my husband.”

“As much as I’d like to, that’s not why I’m here,” he said. “I’ve got something for you to give to Sean when you reach the altar. I suggest he put it on you after he slips the ring on your finger.”

Quinn handed me a wide strip of white lace that buttoned in the back. Embroidered in gold thread, it said, “Sean’s Pussycat”. It was a lace collar instead of a leather one.

“Maybe he should slip it on you after you say ‘to love, honor and obey’,” Quinn added, “but that might interrupt the ceremony too much. This can be your something new. I understand Gretchen has got your something old, your Mom your something borrowed, and Brigitte your something blue.”

I laughed, appreciating the sentiment. It matched my dress almost perfectly which made me suspect he’d seen a picture of it from one of my two wolves.

“It seems you’ve been conniving with those closest to me. I’m sure Sean will appreciate me wearing this in front of you,” I said.

“I figured as much.”

“Thank you, Quinn.” I wrapped it around the handle on my bouquet. “I’ll make sure he gets it and puts it on me.”

He took another long, lingering look before leaving. “Let’s hope I can get rid of this erection before the ceremony.” He turned to look at me at the door before he left.

Gretchen gave me an ivory broach that had belonged to her maternal grandmother, mom let me borrow a pearl necklace, and Brigitte a blue garter belt to make up the traditional wedding gifts.

“Are you ready for your makeup?” Mom asked.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Mom did both Gretchen and me. Wolves didn’t use makeup very often. Not much to cover up, so Alicia and Brigitte were useless for it. Fifteen minutes apiece later, and we were ready to go, with five minutes to spare. The event coordinator came in the check on things.

“Are you ready?”

“We are good to go,” I said.

“Follow me. The groomsmen are waiting by the garden door.”

We followed her and Gerhard was waiting and he escorted Mom up to her seat, sitting beside her. Quinn escorted Alicia up then took his place at the end of the line. Sean’s buddy, Chris, escorted Brigitte up, and Devin escorted Gretchen up to the altar, splitting apart. I peeked out and looked at Sean. He was so handsome.

They started playing the Wedding March and Dad extended his arm and I took it and walked down the aisle on his arm. Dad led me up to Sean and placed my hand in his. I looked in the face of the man I intended to spend the rest of my life with.

“I love you,” I said.

“You look amazing,” Sean said.

I unwrapped the lace collar off of my bouquet and handed it to him. “You may want to put this around my neck when you put my ring on.”

Sean opened it and grinned. “I thought you didn’t want to wear a collar in front of Quinn?”

“He gave it to me to give to you. He thought it might be appropriate for our wedding.”

Sean looked at the big wolf who had a grin on his face. “Thanks.”

The minister proceeded with the wedding ceremony, which followed the traditions of weddings around the country. We gave each other rings and after slipping my ring on my finger, Sean put the lace collar around my neck and buttoned it. The kiss he gave me when the minister said we could have our first married kiss curled my toes and left me panting for more. I’d found a good man and was more than happy with my choice.

We greeted our guests at the reception and Janet whispered in my ear, “Gerhard and I will be mated in your presence when you get to Wisconsin.”

I kissed her and said, “Welcome to the family.”Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

I had to admit that grandfather seemed to be very happy with his choice of mates. I wondered how his experiences with my grandmother were forming his choices now. There were questions of how other wolves would accept her as his mate, and whether or not she would be a co-Alpha to the pack the way Sasha was for the New England pack. I doubted a human could be a co-Alpha. She certainly couldn’t challenge anyone or meet challenges, the way wolves met challenges, usually with fur and blood flying.

Then there was the question of their unbalanced life spans. She was carrying her second puppy for the pack already, and she looked radiant. I’ll give her that. If they were mating, did that mean only my grandfather had planted his seed in her. I could always ask.

“Thank you for coming, Gerhard. I’m very pleased to see you.”

“I couldn’t stay away from one of my favorite person’s wedding.”

“Honey, you remember Gerhard, a respected friend of the family and his intended, Janet.”

I’d explained my family history to Sean, so he knew Gerhard was my maternal grandfather, and he knew Janet was human, finding that out when he found out his own ancestry. Sean greeted them both warmly.

“Gerhard, may I ask a rather personal question?” I asked.

“You can always ask,” he said, smiling.

“Is it safe to assume that the bundle of joy Janet is carrying is yours?”

“It is safe to assume that.”

“Then I guess congratulations are not premature.”

“Not premature at all.”

“I’m so happy for you.”

I hugged everyone again. “You didn’t miss the significance of that, did you?” I whispered to Sean as they passed on.

“What?”

“Janet will be my step-grandmother, and she’s carrying my aunt.” Still whispering.

“Holy fuck!” Sean said, his eyes automatically going to a woman younger than myself, who would have a child 27 years younger than myself, who’d be my aunt. “I kind of did miss that.”

He’d exclaimed that loud enough to be heard by our next guests, James and Sue, but given their respective places in our lives as co-owners of and frequent bedmates in my parents home and knowledge of werewolves and common guests to our home, he didn’t have to worry about his outburst. They just laughed.

“James, Sue, so pleased you could join us on our special day.”

“Gretchen has been a little down in the dumps, but we are happy for you.”

“Why has Gretchen been down in the dumps?” Sean asked. “She’s seemed fine to me.”

“Our marriage means that Gretchen has no hope of ever marrying me,” I said. “As long as I wasn’t married, she could keep a small nugget of a dream alive that she might be mine one day. That’s finally over.”

“I didn’t realize. I’m sorry.”

“Men,” I said, laughing, “totally clueless and have to have everything explained to them. Gretchen knew it was a long shot, at best, but having you finally crush her crush and send it to the recycling bin, has got her a little low, but she’s otherwise happy for us.”

“I didn’t know she was in love, like really in love, with you.”

“The fact that I’m in one third of her paintings should have been a clue. It’s not like I’m the most beautiful woman she knows.”

“You certainly are.”

“You’re looking at me through the rose colored glasses of love, honey, just like her.”

Stan arrived with both Karina and Randa as dates. Color me impressed. That guy must be a stud if he was keeping two wolf breeders happy.

“Looks like you’re doing okay for yourself, cowboy,” I said as they came through the line.