Taming the Alphas: Part Two: Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance (5 page)

“So, which one is your birth father, Ian or Gerald?” I asked Dave as we pulled into the driveway of a modest ranch home.

Dave shrugged. “I have no idea, but it doesn’t really matter. They both raised me. They’re both dad to me.”

“Oh, okay.” I had barely opened the car door before an attractive, trim woman in her fifties and a man who looked to be about the same age rushed out to greet us.

“Bev, this is my mom Madge, and my dad Ian.” Before I could say anything, she grabbed Dave, giving him a big hug, and then gave me one also. Within minutes, she had hustled us inside the house and was chatting with me like I was an old friend.

Ian waved his hand at Madge. “Give the girl a chance to say something woman.” He winked at me. “You can’t get a word in edgewise here. She is always running her mouth,” Despite his words, it was obvious by the way they looked at each other they were very much in love.

“Are you hungry?” Madge asked.

I nodded.

“Good. I spiralized a snack for all of us.”

Dave and I raised our brows. “Spiralized?” I asked.

“Yeah, you put veggies, like zucchini, carrots, and cucumbers through a spiralizer machine and it makes them into noodles. They are so tasty and healthy!”

“Mom is always on a health kick,” Dave said. “Speaking of health, where is Gerald—how is he doing?”

Madge’s face fell. “It’s not good. He just can’t seem to kick this virus. But we are taking the best care of him that we can. It’s a good thing camp is over for the year.”

“Can we see him?” Dave asked.

“Yeah, he’d like that. He’s in the second bedroom for now. But don’t get too close! He could be contagious.”

As she led us down the hallway to Gerald’s room, I could see the look of love and concern etched on her face.

“I will leave you with him, but don’t keep him up too long, he gets tired easily. I’ll get the snacks ready while the three of you visit.”

As Madge went back to the kitchen to fix the food, Dave and I walked into the second bedroom. Gerald was in bed, his eyes groggy from sleep and not feeling well. Other than a tired, sickly look, Gerald and Ian looked very much alike. With salt and pepper hair, gray eyes, and their tall statures, it was easy to see that Dave took after his fathers in looks. Gerald tried to talk to us, but we could see he was run down and needing sleep. After a few minutes, we rejoined Madge and Ian.

It was obvious that Madge was delighted to see her son and thrilled that he had bought a girl home with him. Madge poured four glasses of a crisp chardonnay as Dave, Ian, and I sat down. As we tucked into the assortment of spiral cut veggies dressed with olive oil and herb seasoning, another thing was very clear. Just like Dave, Madge was very blunt—not afraid to say what was on her mind. Soon, I was being peppered with questions on not only if I wanted a large family of werepups, but also when Dave and I were planning to have them.

“I really, really want grandpups,” she said. “But only when you are ready. When do you think that will be?

“It will be a while before that happens,” I smiled.

“Yeah,” Dave said. “Bev has to finish school and I need a J-O-B.”

“How is the job search going?” Ian asked.

As Ian and Dave started to talk about the nightmare he was having finding work, I decided to ask Madge about her life in the Catskills. I really wanted to know about her life with Ian and Gerald. At first I was hesitant, but I decided to plunge in. Her openness made me feel comfortable enough to ask questions.

“I can see your love for Ian and Gerald, but … umm … do you think it’s harder than just loving one man?”  I wasn’t sure what she would say, but at this point, I couldn’t imagine giving up Dave or Todd.

“Not at all, we keep each other in check. If Ian gets out of line,” she gazed affectionately at Ian, “there are two of us to get him back on track, and the same for Gerald and me.”

“It’s a give and take,” she added thoughtfully, “but it keeps us on our toes and makes it more fun. Now, it wasn’t always like that. When we first started out, it was an adjustment.”

“What was the hardest part?”

“Do you really want to know?”

I nodded.

“Well, it was exciting, up here.” Madge pointed to her head. “But honestly, I was always sore down there!” she pointed between her legs.

I laughed. Madge certainly didn’t beat around the bush.

After eating, Dave and I shifted into our wolves and went for a run. The home was on a few acres of wooded land, so though we had to run in circles, we felt at peace knowing we had the privacy to let our wolves out with no one around. As I ran, I embraced the cool night air and tried to let my tension go. It was nice to take a break from the routine of school and get away from Maryland for a while.

After a good twenty minute run, Dave slowed near the house and barked at me to transition. “No sense shedding hair on the carpet in the house,” he grinned at me. As he stood, naked in the moonlight, I could feel myself getting wet. Running around almost always increased my sexual desire, and I knew how wild Dave could be after a run … his cock was always rock hard and ready. Tonight was no exception. He was fully erect, his ginormous dick sandwiched between his beefy thighs, thrust up in the night air. His skin gleamed with a light coat of sweat that glistened in the moonlight.

He came closer and wrapped his arms around me. “Remember how you asked about the play ‘Little Red Riding Hood’? He stretched his hands to my nipples, pinching them lightly, making them pucker in turgid little peaks.

I nodded, a light shiver running through my body.

“Well, baby, we don’t have to go to acting camp. We’re going to act it out tonight. You’re lil’ red and I’m the big bad wolf. And I’m gonna eat you up!” Before I had a chance to react, he lunged and grabbed me, gently pulling me down to the cool grass.

“Mmm, Bev baby I want you. Rrrrooooaaaarrrr.” He teased, nipping lightly at my neck.

I could feel his erect dick pushing into my loins. “Silly, horny wolf. You’ve got a stiffie for sure,” I giggled. Dave pressed against me harder.

“You afraid of the big, bad wolf Bev? ‘Cus this big, bad wolf got a rock hard cock for you.”

“Dave! We’re outside of your parent’s house!”

“They’re not going to know. I need you, baby. I’m hungry for that sweet little pussy of yours.”

I felt a flutter race through my tummy as he spoke. We were in a secluded, wooded area near his house and it didn’t take me but a few seconds to realize that he was right. We probably had more privacy out here than we did inside his parent’s small home. And God, I wanted him. He was so damn sexy and his words turned me on!

“Yes, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me like the big, bad, horny wolf you are!” I couldn’t wait to feel all of his delicious cock deep inside of me.

“Mmm, I’m gonna fuck you alright. But first spread your legs. Those spiral noodle things were ok but I need something more filling. I want to feast on your tasty cunt and juice.”

Dave moved his body down and firmly pulled my legs apart, exposing me fully. “I’m gonna suck, lick and nibble on your yummy pussy and make you explode.”

I shut my eyes tightly as Dave’s raspy tongue plunged into my folds. In seconds, my clit was swelling, my pussy throbbing with need. I wanted more … more of Dave’s hot, luscious tongue.

“God! You lick me so good! I’m so fucking wet!”

“Mmm,” Dave moaned as he savored my juices, “your scent drives me wild and you taste so damn fine. Open yourself wider to me
now
,” he commanded.

I lowered my hands to my pussy and pulled the flaps open as far as I could.  His tongue was inside me, so far into my pussy. As he lapped noisily, I knew he was relishing every morsel of my juicy slit. I arched my back as my thighs started shaking, the feeling was so intense. Suddenly, I couldn’t stand it any longer. A release shuddered through my body, and in the calm night air I felt fully comfortable to let out a loud scream of pleasure.

“You are so fucking wet, Bev, and I am so ready to fuck you. I’m going to put my cock deep inside you now, if that’s ok with you?”

God was it ever. I shivered with anticipation.

Dave didn’t wait for me to answer him. He slid me down and plunged his huge dick into me, his length and girth stretching me wide, filling me up. I could feel his hefty balls, slapping against me as he plunged his cock in and out, again and again.

“You like this, don’t you Bev? You like me fucking you. Tell me how much you like it.” His body felt so muscular and firm and every touch from his warm, large hands aroused me even more. My pussy was sopping wet.

“I like it, Dave. I … love it. I love it when you fuck me!” I cried out, my body rocking with his as he plunged his cock into me, over and over.

“I’m gonna fuck you and fuck you … God, I love fucking you! I could fuck you forever. You are so hot and wet. Mmm, baby girl!” he cried, pumping into me, his enormous dick pounding my pussy relentlessly.

I threw my hands around his neck and moaned, digging my nails into his back. I could just make out his face in the moonlight. His neck was strained, his face twisted in intensity.

“Oh God baby, come with me baby, come!!!” Dave grunted, breathing heavily.

“Yes honey, I’m going to come with you right now,” I cried out passionately.  And suddenly, in a burst of fiery intensity we both moaned, releasing the tensions of the past few days. We collapsed to the ground, spent but happy.

“That was fun. It was great to meet your parents!” I called out in a singsong voice, dropping my duffel bag on the carpet. I plopped down on the couch, thoroughly exhausted from the past few days, but content. The weekend had passed by so quickly it was almost a blur. By the time we left the Catskills, Gerald seemed to be feeling a little better and we all hoped for a full recovery. I had spent time getting to know Madge and Ian and had fallen in love with Madge’s bluntness and Ian’s attempts to temper it. The three of them were adorable together. The trip also helped me understand Dave better. I knew for sure where he got his sometimes brusque personality. Spending time with Madge, Ian, and Gerald made me realize how much I wanted what they had for my own life. I loved their natural companionship and the way they related to one another.

On the drive back from the Catskills, I decided to suck it up and call Todd.  My guts told me there was nothing going on between him and Jenna. He probably didn’t even realize what he had done wrong. But he needed to know how I felt about it. I felt a little nervous. Was this going to be an awkward conversation? But I called him anyway. Though we didn’t have much time to talk as he was at work, we made plans for all of us to get together the day after we got back.

Dave grabbed two beers from the fridge. He handed me one as he sat down next to me on the sofa. After clinking my bottle with his, he took a long swallow.

“Great trip Bev. Thanks for going with me.”

“Your folks are really nice, Dave.”

“Yeah, they are good people. Hope my mom didn’t get on your nerves asking about grandpups.”

“Nah, she’s cool.” I flicked a whisp of hair away from my forehead.

“She can be pretty blunt at times,” Dave said, shaking his head.

“Uh huh. Now I know where you get it from.”

Dave frowned. “What? I’m not blunt, just honest.”

“Yeah, right!”

Dave sighed. “I don’t want to get back into the grind of looking for a job again, but I know I need to. Hey, turn on the TV and let’s catch the news—see if there is anything about the protestors.”

“Shit!” I didn’t miss hearing about that. When we’d gone to his parents for the weekend we’d decided to block everything out about the werewolf mess, so we hadn’t read the paper or watched the news there.

“It’s late, Dave. The news is over.”

“I set up the DVR to record the KKA news channel.”

“Ok.” I hated to be back in the middle of this mess again, but I knew I needed to find out what was going on. I flicked through the recorded programs, found the KKA News Channel one and pressed play. I fast-forwarded until I saw the reporter, Marcy Haynes, in front of the Orange Tap, standing next to a middle-aged man. For some reason he looked very familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on why.

“So we have with us Jerry Mars, the owner of the Orange Tap, or OT, as the locals like to call it. Jerry, what is your position on this? Do you feel there really is a government cover up going on, and there are werewolf shifters among us?”

The man grimaced, his mouth curling in an angry snarl. “You bet I do, and I don’t want them in my bar.”

“You sound angry. Have you had problems with shifters in the past?”

Jerry shook his head as he spat into her microphone. “No, but I just know that they’re good for nothing, and they ain’t coming in my bar, and that’s that!”

“Ok, thank you for your time Jerry,” Marcy said, turning to face the cameras. “That was Jerry Mars, the owner of the Orange Tap Bar in Frederick, Maryland.”

“Not too many protestors there. That’s weird,” Dave pointed out.

I looked at the area behind Marcy and saw he was right. There were just a few protestors, but not the usual crowd. I didn’t see any members of the WHO group either—at least, none that I recognized. But I did see Lisa and Shelby off to the side.

“That Orange Tap bar owner looks familiar, Dave. Have you seen him before?”

“Nah, I think they mentioned him in another newscast, but I don’t remember seeing him anywhere.” Dave got up and turned off the TV. “Anyway, it’s late, you’ve got classes tomorrow, and I gotta get up early and start the job search again. Me thinks it’s time to hit the hay.”

Dave and I went to bed. I was exhausted from the full weekend and the stress of the past few days, but a deep sleep was not happening. I slept fitfully, tossing and turning. By the time morning rolled around, I felt like I’d hardly gotten any rest at all. There was so much going on in my life: classes I wasn’t sure I would pass, the werewolf mess, Dave’s lack of a job … and Todd. Todd was weighing heavily on my mind. I really needed to talk to him about how much it had hurt when I saw that other girl with him … and soon.

I dressed quickly for school and gathered my things. Dave had said he was going to get up early, but he was still snoozing away. That was a major problem with not having a place to go; like a job or school. With nowhere to be, there was no discipline.

I certainly cared about both of my alphas, and I loved how they tried to fulfill me emotionally and sexually—but they both needed a little taming. Todd needed to focus his attention on our trio and stop being so worried about hurting other people’s feelings. Dave needed to buck up and get a job—any job for now till he found something better. He needed something to do—and he needed to earn money!

My classes stretched on one after the other and it seemed like they would never end, but finally I made it to my last class, Writing 101. This was supposed to be an easy course just to finish out my credits, but the tough writing assignments, combined with the unnerving, giggling girls had made it my most dreaded. When I got to the room I was happy to see it was another presentation day. I wouldn’t have to worry about listening to the professor drone on and take notes about what she’d said. Instead, I could relax a little. There were other students presenting their papers now, and since I’d already gone, I wasn’t the one in the hot seat.

I almost balked when the professor called out the name ‘Aimee’ and I saw one of the dark haired girls who had been giggling at me the prior week stand up. She did a talk on equality and justice for all. As she spoke, she stared right at me. It was so evident that even other members of the class turned to see who she was looking at. I felt mortified as I slunk down in my chair. What exactly was she getting at anyway? Did she want equality for all normal humans, leaving werewolves to be outcasts because we had such enhanced skills? Or, did she mean we were all equals—shifter or not? I wasn’t sure, but I couldn’t wait for the class to end. After she spoke, she joined her other silly friend and they both looked at me and nodded. I was so creeped out.

I decided not to focus on it and instead turn my thoughts to Todd and Dave. I sighed to myself and glanced at my watch. In just a short while this class would be over and I would be on my way home, thank God. Todd was coming over from the restaurant with pizza and beer and we were going to have a nice, long discussion with Dave about our relationship as a threesome.

I chewed lightly on my lower lip, deep in thought. After the discussion, I was hoping to get in both men’s pants. It was as simple and honest as that. I couldn’t wait to have them licking, sucking and probing me everywhere—my lips, breasts, butt, thighs, pussy—my entire body. Just thinking about it made me wet with excitement.

I was so absorbed in my thoughts I barely heard the professor dismiss us. I bent down and picked up my duffel slowly, feeling sleepy after the dull class. As I slung it over my shoulder, I decided I would go directly to Slice of the Pie and meet Todd and then we could drive to the apartment together. First things first though, I had to go to the bathroom.

I pushed open the door to the ladies’ restroom and picked a stall. Just as I finished my business and flushed, I heard the main door swing open, then close again. I walked out of the stall gingerly, but saw nothing. It was weird that no one else was in the bathroom. I quickly washed my hands and left.  The hallway was empty, but I still had an eerie feeling. I glanced up and down, but the hallways were a ghost town.

Shrugging, I started to walk briskly towards the exit. The sooner I was out of there and with Dave and Todd the better, but I’d only gone a few steps when I heard a shuffling noise coming from one of the corridors. I could feel my heart race and I began to panic. I started to run as fast as possible. I had to get out of here as quickly as I could.

“Wait, Beverly Collingswood!” a feminine voice cried out.

“Stop!” a deep, male voice demanded.

I kept running but turned my neck to glance quickly behind me. Right on my heels were the two giggling girls from class and a lean, muscular man. Oh God, oh God! How I wished I were in my wolf. But I wasn’t, and transitioning in front of them wasn’t an option. I felt like throwing up, I was so scared.

“Leave me alone!” I shouted over my shoulder.

I kept running as fast as my legs would take me, but I’d never been the best runner. In just a few seconds they were on me, and the wiry man grabbed my arm with a forceful, firm grip!

The sexy love story continues in

TAMING THE ALPHAS: PART THREE