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"Really, you don't have to do this."

I thought I needed to say it for the fortieth time, in case they missed it the first thirty-nine.

Alexander just smiled that winning, unnerving smile though. I caught it in the rear vision mirror; I realised I had spent most of the trip watching his face in it while he drove.

His eyes flicked up, and he caught me watching. Those yellow eyes flashed again, and his smile turned into a feral grin that made my hair feel like I'd stepped too close to one of those static electricity generators.

Smell him...

"You can stop being so reluctant Brian. I insist. The least I can do is look after you better than I did in the tunnels."

I had to yank my eyes forcefully away from Alexander to acknowledge Megan. She had turned to look over her front seat at me with a mix of exasperation and concern.

There was something else too; a slight annoyance.

Fuck, she probably caught me perving on her boyfriend...fucktoy...whatever the hell he was. I know I freaked her out a bit at the hospital when she came in, apparently for the second time. My memory has been so all over the place since...well, since whatever it is that happened. I still only have disjointed flashes.

Of course, I must still be shaky. How I could have forgotten meeting Alexander the first time was beyond me.

He had a look, unique and striking. Bodywise, he was exactly the type that made me have those feelings, the ones I couldn't make sense of that led me into the muffled anxious clandestine moments of pure fucking bliss with a guy draining my cock.

There was something else too. Magnetic, was the best I could come up with. It certainly worked on me; whenever he was in the room, I couldn't take my eyes off him, my senses taking in every word, gesture, scent.

Scent....hmmmmm smell him...

Oh fuck he smelled amazing. Musk, and other things I couldn't work out.

"The nurses were clear Brian. You need looking after, they still don't know why you collapsed, or why you are having memory problems."

"Yeah, don't remind me."

I had spent enough time inside a series of machines that go ping and whir for a big fat zero. Ideopathic; that seems to be doctor code for we've got no fucking clue.

"Alex is home during the day, and I'm around most nights, so we can take it in turns. Better than your bunch of loser housemates."

She had a point there. They were all Arts students, and spent their time in the library or stoned. Sometimes both.

"So, no more arguments?"

Megan was giving me the stern look again. Alex was still grinning, eyes twinkling at me in the rear view mirror. How could I refuse?

"Fine. Only until I'm better or I piss you off, whichever comes first."

"I can't see you doing anything to piss me off, unless you pinch my ass again. Right Alex?"

She gave her boyfriend a nudge in the shoulder. He laughed, and something shivered down my spine. That laugh...so familiar, exciting, frightening...

"She loves a bit of ass grab. Go for it mate, just don't blame me if you get your face slapped. I kinda like it though."

"Alex!"

Now she punched him, and I laughed, but it was a definitely uncertain laugh. He was looking at me in the mirror again; one suggestive wink, and a twinkle.

I feigned fatigue the rest of the way home.

*****

Once home, the fatigue became genuine enough. The memory lapses were still haunting me; every now and then I would get a sudden flash of something, candles, fangs, glinting eyes the colour of gold...

I watched Alex preparing dinner in the kitchen while I pretended to watch the television and talk to Megan. Something about him made every sense tingle. I decided to do a little digging.

"So, Alex...what do you study?"

"Um...history."

"Oh, what's your area?"

"Pre-revolutionary Russia."

"Nice! I know a couple of girls doing Russian history third year. Maybe you know them?"

"Brian, I told you Alex has deferred this year." Megan sounded defensive, and I assumed this was a sore spot for Alex. Still, I wanted to know more.

"So, when are you going back then?"

"Next year. If Megan will let me leave the house. She loves my cooking and cleaning."

"Alex! You make it sound like you're my domestic slave!"

"Willingly my love. And slave in other places too..."

She threw a scrunchie at him and grinned, and I caught that feral smile again, the one that sent shivers up me. He started off sending it to her, but he moved his head just a little, and I caught a bit of it full on too. The visions flooded my brain.

"You know it my bitch...ohhhh yes Brian, such a good bitch you would be. And I would care for you like an alpha should...mating you every night until you dripped my seed and your balls were emptied in my muzzle."

"Oh God please yes!"

They were both looking at me, I realised.

"Um...what was that Brian?"

Megan's expression was puzzled, and a little worried.

"N...nothing. Just...imagining Alex as your slave....sorry..."

She gave a wicked grin of her own, beaming at the tall dark haired guy slowly stirring the risotto.

"There's something better than imagining." She let out a girlish giggle. Alex just stirred the food, scowling. I blushed and turned back to the television, but a part of me felt terribly jealous.

He's mine...I belong to him!

Where the hell did that come from?

I tried to make polite conversation through dinner and late night teeve as the two lovebirds made eyes at each other, but my heart wasn't in it. When it got to 10 P.M. I could tell they had enough and so had I. Megan fussed over the bed, and I slid under the sheets after stripping down to my boxers and t-shirt. Alex watched me undress and I felt hotter with each new piece of clothing removed instead of colder. Then Megan bent over me to kiss me goodnight while the unnerving Alex watched on impassively.

"Good night Brian. If you need anything in the night wake me up."

They headed for the bedroom, and I watched a Big Bang Theory rerun before I fell asleep dreaming of a pair of golden eyes watching me sleep.

*****

I woke with a start, and realised the duvet had fallen off me in the night. I shivered a little and hunted for the lost bedclothes beside the fold out, hoping to get straight back to sleep. My annoying bladder foiled me there though, and I realised I needed to pee badly.

Cursing I tiptoed down the corridor past the bedroom and into the small bathroom. I was tempted to try finding the bowl by instinct but decided proper aim was the go for a visitor, so I turned the light on with a wince and a groan while I flopped it out and drained my bladder.

There goes any chance of sleep.

Standing in front of the mirror afterwards, I realised my boxers were tented out badly still, a small dark stain at the point where my cock head was trying to force its way out of the constraining cloth. I thought it was just a piss-hardon but it was proving very reluctant to go down. The head stretched the loose fabric tight and I could see the outline of my corona. It was bigger than I remembered....and harder than I ever remembered, even getting an epic suck from that guy at the gym I never felt like this.

I pulled my boxers down over my cock again, and the needy organ slapped against my belly this time with a loud crack. I whimpered at the feel; my head felt ultra-sensitive, as well as big, and the touch of my belly caused it to jerk and shoot a small droplet of precum.

My hand felt drawn to touch, and I hesitated with my fingers almost gripping the shaft. My chest heaved and I closed my eyes, to a vision of fangs; one fang, gleaming white, slowly sinking into my piss slit.

"Oh God fuck!"

I opened my eyes, expecting to see something...something...some nameless terror in the room with me, but I was alone. A guy and his cock....aching, dripping cock. My hand was clasped round the shaft, which seemed longer than I remembered too. Normally when I gripped the base like this, my hand came up just under the corona. Now I seemed to have a couple extra inches.

The toilet beckoned, and I was about to finish the job, when I heard noises from outside. Noises that made my cock jerk even more; sighs, groans, the sound of body on body and a bed creaking under the strain.

Tucking my aching hardon into my boxers I tiptoed out again, curious and embarrassed. The bedroom door was open just a crack; enough for me to see inside a little. As I took up a good viewing position, my eyes widened and I nudged the door with my knee, making it creak like a maniac as it swung open a good couple of feet. I bit my lip and awaited detection, but it seemed my carers were too occupied to notice.

Alex had her laid back with her legs clasped in the small of his back. He had his thighs spread wide, and I got a perfect ass-on view of their fucking, every cock draining detail. His muscles writhed as he plowed into her, the thick length of his cock driving deep between distended pink lips . His back and hips moved like a serpent, a sort of endless writhing motion, each new penetration drawing sighs and cries from Megan as he tested her depths. As I watched I realised he must be massive; he could pull out with the head still buried in her quim and show a good 9 inches of shaft ending in a pair of low hanging heavy balls and a dusky furred perineum that provided an incredible welcome mat to the tightest cutest wrinkled pucker I'd ever seen.

I should have walked away, but I couldn't, just staring at the erotic sight as he picked up the pace, a sheen of sweat developing on his back as their fucking became more heated. She was begging now, fingernails rasping across his back and leaving red marks and a hint of blood. His balls began to draw up slowly, flattening and wrinkling as they readied, and her cries became yells and I saw her lips red and dark and a coating of her fluid on his cock as he pistoned again and again through her orgasm and suddenly he gave a sort of long howl and his balls danced and his pucker winked at me and I came in my boxers, hard, spraying the fabric with semen as I clamped a hand over my mouth to stifle a cry of my own.

The duvet felt almost too much on my skin as I lay there afterwards, panting hard, embarrassed and aroused. I hoped to God neither of them saw me, or heard me. The mess in my boxers felt uncomfortably sticky and I pulled them off and tossed them next to my bag, lying almost naked now under the covers only wearing an old faded t-shirt while I rested the back of my head on my forearm and wondered what the fuck was happening to me.

My cock still ached. I mean, ached. Hard and drooling. I reached for it, in spite of knowing it was a bad idea, and gave an experimental stroke. Oh fuck it felt good, but I knew I needed something else...

He is here...

"Hello Brian."

My eyes darted to the side. Alex was standing in the doorway, naked. I saw him all, every perfect muscle, every detail. His cock was semi-hard, lolling against his left thigh like a fat worm, still glistening with fluid from his fucking. His nipples were hard, pointing out thick brown nubs surrounded by perfect circles the size of 20 cent pieces. A line of dark fuzz ran from his pubes up to his belly, wet with sweat and sex. His skin sparkled with sweat, and his curly dark locks plastered his head wet and tangled.

"A...Alex...uhhh..."

Watching me the whole way, he wandered casually to the boxers I'd spunked in and tossed to the side. He bent like a ballet dancer, all grace and fluid muscles, and picked them up. Then he brought them to his nose and sniffed, not a short huff but a long savouring inhalation.

"Hmmm...have fun did you? I told you to come and wake me if you needed anything..."

"Alex, I'm sorry, I..."

"I know you were there Brian. Watching us...enjoying...I smelt you cum."

"Oh shit I'm sorry really..."

"Don't be sorry Brian. The bitch knows his Alpha...you can't help it."

"I know and I don't know what's going on!"

"Shhh...relax..."

He dropped the boxers in an untidy bunch on the floor, discarded from his mind as well as his grasp. His eyes were on me now, and I realised as my hairs pricked in excitement, all his senses were on me too.

He stopped one step away, and sniffed again.

"Hmmm, I can smell you there too bitch. Your hole...my hole..."

His eyes sparkled as he said it, and I gave a sudden groan as I felt my anus suddenly clench in response. My hole itched...burned...

"I smell your need. You want it like a good bitch...you want me inside..."

"Fuck...please....oh fuck..."

"Soon, Brian. Very soon. You will feel so good, and I will make you feel so good. First though..."

He reached for my left arm and I let him hold it, almost numb as he pulled me to sit on the edge of the fold out bed. My hand ached badly, after the many shunts left by the drip in hospital, I had a nice painful wound on the back and bruising at the pit of my elbow where I had blood drawn. His fingertips roamed over my skin, first finding the places that hurt and covering them with touch. I bit my lip and whimpered, feeling a heat course through my skin and muscle as the pain gave way to something much better.

Then he replaced his fingers with his tongue, long and pink and rough, and he licked the length of my arm until I was a wreck, every hair standing straight up. His fingers hooked under my t-shirt, and it flew across the room to join my soiled boxers.

Gentle hands lifted my arm, and he bent forward to nuzzle into my armpit. I felt hot hair, warm rich breath...then the rough caress of his tongue.

"Ahhhh!"

A hand covered my mouth.

"Shhh...don't want to wake Megan do we Brian. She normally sleeps like a log after a good hard fuck but we don't want to take chances..."

The maddening tongue continued, finding my collar bone and following its course across to my neck. I sensed a new tension in him as he licked under my chin and I lay back on the bed and groaned. The tension affected me too; my whole body shook at his touch there, even more than when his fang sounded my cock...

Fang?!?!...when did that happen?!?!

His rosebud mouth worked down me slowly, not before working my nipples into a frenzy, then a light butterfly touch across my skin. No tongue now, just lips. He held them millimetres from my skin, until I picked up his touch through the hairs on my chest, then he let his lips barely touch as I cried out into his hand, then again, down my belly, following the line of my treasure trail.

"Such a beautiful one Brian. I always did love a blonde...and you're covered in these little blonde hairs all over. I want to lick each one individually until you cum my sweet...especially the ones on the underside of your sack...they are so soft..."

"You...who are you..."

"Alexander, you know who I am." his voice was mocking me.

"You're no third year history student!"

"I am a student of history...at least..."

He nuzzled into my pubes before licking around the base of my cock as I groaned in disappointment. Then I felt my left nut engulfed in warmth and my cock suddenly jerked and I felt a fresh wave of cum building.

My legs were in his hands now, and he lifted them up and back, opening my crack and ass for touch.

"Sorry Brian, no blowjob today. And I can't fuck you either."

"Please! Why!"

"For the first, you are still too weak for me to do what I want, and for the second...it's not the time. Yet."

"God please, I need it!"

"I know my beautiful bitch, and your Alpha knows how to look after you..."

His mouth came off my balls, and he winked at me. My legs fell onto his back, over his shoulder, as he used his hands for other things. One cupped my balls, the other my cock head. I felt the burn of his touch, firing a squirt of precum into his palm.

Then his tongue touched my pucker.

"Ahhhh!"

"You taste so good Brian...like a bitch should..."

My pucker resisted, but it was futile. The lips suddenly spread and I felt the heat of his tongue inside me. I clenched down tight but he forced inside deeper and my body convulsed in pleasure. And in something else...

He jabbed his tongue against my ring, once, twice, testing the flesh. I had never had anything other than a couple of fingers up there, but suddenly he pressed again and I felt my ring open and a warm wet tongue lapping at my insides. I looked down, transfixed, to watch my sack dance as a blunt wolf muzzle pressed on my anus and nosed under my balls. Big dark hands with clawed fingers stroked my thighs, rubbing the spot on the inside that made my cock lurch against my belly.

I remembered. Candles. The room. The hospital. The wolf.

This wolf.

My body went slack, powerless to resist his lovemaking. I watched the rise and fall of his curly hair as he ate out my hole, while my balls clenched in desperate need, and I remembered everything, every touch, every cum, every word.

Behold your Alpha, and your mate little wolfling...

I cried out then as my body unloaded, like I was being wrenched inside out and it was all coming out of my cock. Ropes of cum, everywhere, spurting into his palm and onto my belly and splashing my chest and he kept on lapping inside me, rasping over the too sensitive skin of my post-orgasm anus.

Then I heard a gasp.

We both turned our heads at the same time to see Megan standing in the doorway. She was wearing a t-shirt as a kind of nightie, but it was lifted at the front by her hand, which was buried in her pussy. I saw her fingers moving, frantic motions as she stroked the pink distended lips and fat clit of a pussy close to orgasm. Her eyes were glazed, a mix of lust and longing and hurt, and her nipples poked at the cotton.

We both watched her, panting, and then Alex brought his hand to his mouth and licked up my spent cum hungrily while he faced her, and her eyes glazed more and her body writhed and she came with a series of grunts and a fresh coat of slick fluid for her fingers.

Then she looked at us both and her mouth turned down.

"Bastard"

"Which one of us Megan?" Alex found his voice, which was just as well. I could not, still reeling from the knowledge that a werewolf had just eaten out my ass and I loved it.

"Both of you, but you mostly you bastard!"

He sat back on his heels and then stood, magnificently male and erect. I watched his swaying cock, unable to take my eyes off it.

"You knew I was into guys Megan. And you knew we weren't exclusive. I know you fool around."

"That what it was? Fooling around?!"

"Did you see my cock in his ass Megan? Just my tongue...and I know you like that. I know you liked to watch..."

"Bastard!"

"Don't deny it Megan, we both saw you cum after watching us. You wanted him too; I knew it when you first told me about him at uni. 'Oh, his cute mop of blonde hair; the little dimple on his cheek, the smile and the voice and the body and oh he's so charming'. You were right too Megan; he is hot. You should taste his ass..."

She gave a sort of snarling grunt and stomped the floor hard. The loud thud sounded through the room and suddenly she was hopping around holding her sore foot and Alex had her in his arms consoling and caressing. And I felt monumentally jealous as he gave her a long lingering kiss before pressing his nose against hers.

"Go ahead Megan..."

She looked into his eyes, watching. He nodded.

Then she walked over to me, discarding her t-shirt on the way. She looked so beautiful naked, a cascade of red hair down her shoulders, green eyes, and a pair of pert breasts with large brown nipples that pointed slightly up. Her milky skin was a wonderful contrast to Alex's darker tone, and her sex looked red and soft like his lips.

He followed her, standing by the bed as she knelt beside me.

Her hand reached for my cock, and gave on long stroke.

"Make him eat you..."

He had knelt on the floor beside us, reaching out to stroke her right breast with a single finger. She gasped, her nipple hardening further under his caress. Then she straddled my face and lowered herself dripping and needy onto my lips.

I smelt her, and tasted her. And I smelt and tasted him on her, the rich tang of his cum. I knew it was his as if it carried his signature, and the taste coursed down my throat and made my moan and spread my lips wide to ram as much tongue into her as I could to eat out every last drop.

Her body shuddered above me as I licked her depths, and I felt her hands gripping my hair roughly as she worked my face against her pussy, sliding my lips and tongue over his distended lips and clit as I fought for more of his cum straight from her leaking depths. The hunger grew with the eating, and my cock twitched and jerked with each new drop of his seed as I worked my tongue at her entrance. She began to buck against me, hips writhing as she rode my face and tongue and used me as her pleasure toy and I felt her shudder and a wave of contractions run through her sex and then she came, screaming with her fingers pulling painfully at my hair as she bathed my face in her juices and a fresh flood of his cum.

She fell back on her heels panting, and I looked up and saw him kissing her, his lips locked on her nipple while her head was laid back in pure bliss. Then he nuzzled against her ear.

"Now the rest..."

She bit her tongue, and scrunched up her eyes, shaking her head as if to say no. I lay under her too aroused and terrified to move watching them. She moved finally, shuffling her knees back, over my arms, down my flanks, until she straddled my groin. I felt a hand on my cock, one I knew well now, as Alex stroked my length and pressed the head of my cock against her lips. Then she sat down on me in one long stroke and I felt my cock enveloped in her wet heat. I could still feel him inside her though; the tingling in my cock head built as his seed touched me and I felt my balls churning.

My Alpha...

She lay over me, and suddenly we were kissing as she rode my cock. I felt the bed groan under a new weight, and hands stroking teasingly up my legs. His fingers lingered on the inside of my thighs, then cupped my balls and pulled them down roughly just as I was close to the edge. I yelled into her kiss then but she ignored me, just continuing to slowly ride my cock as it hung on the edge of orgasm and fell back into aroused need.

His body moved, and I felt his knees against the inside of my thighs. I managed to look up then and saw him looming over us both, knelt behind Megan as she rocked and moaned. His cock pulsed with life, as he slowly jacked himself watching us, and then I saw him move close behind her.

Megan's body suddenly shuddered against me, and her long low moan filled me with heat. Her eyes clenched tighter, and she winced, and her breath came in short little gasps.

I could feel it then; his cock, so close to mine, both of us inside her separated by a narrow strip of skin, me in her sex, Alex in her ass. He took his time, while she shook and whimpered against me, all the time keeping her eyes closed and biting her lip, and he drove on to the hilt inside her until I felt the heat of his cock like it was touching me.

She began to move while both of us remained still, pulling off, falling back, pulling off, driving back. On each new ride I felt both our cocks sliding inside her together, her sex twitching and spasming at the double sensation. She cried out almost immediately in orgasm, her fingernails dug into my shoulders as she kissed me hard enough to draw blood from my lips, then she kept on with the slow gradual sliding fuck.

I felt him move slightly, as she bottomed out with us both inside, and I felt his balls nestled on mine. They sparked with life, and I could smell his seed inside, rich and deep funk of my Alpha that I smelt when I ate Megan out. My back arched and I came, flooding her sex as I climaxed, and then I felt Alex start to jerk inside her as he let out a low howling cry and his own orgasm covered his face in smiles. Megan squealed as she had a final wild cum and collapsed against me with Alex still buried part way in her ass. He leaned forward over her, and me, kissing the back of her neck and the red curls of her hair.

Megan fell asleep almost immediately, snoring peacefully between us, with Alex on her left, and me on her right. I was awake now, and the terror was beginning to take hold again, but something else was there too. A need, one I had denied for a long time, and now it was asserting itself and I couldn't resist it.

Alex was awake too, watching me over the gentle rise and fall of Megan's breasts as she slept. He reached for her pussy lips, sliding one finger inside to take a thick glob of white and bring it to his lips. I watched the finger rise and the pink rosebud lips open and almost came watching him suckle my seed with such hunger.

"You taste good."

"You tasted better. I could taste you on her...it tasted like your kiss..."

He stopped suddenly in mid lick.

"When did I kiss you Brian."

"All over..."

"Not on the mouth though Brian. I was very careful...just in case."

"You must have..."

Suddenly he was over on my side, straddling me as Megan rolled over and snored on into a new morning. I looked up into his eyes, glinting, yellow, feral...

"You know, don't you Brian."

"No...no..."

"You've remembered again, haven't you."

I could only stare into his eyes for a few seconds but it was enough. I felt his body shudder as the transformation took him as I had seen it before, and suddenly I was staring into the eyes of a wolf, his fangs bared and hungry.

"Please!" it was a whisper.

"Relax Brian, I will make it ok soon..."

"No, you don't understand...I want to remember!"

His muzzle was poised just above my lips, and his eyes locked on mine.

"I want this..."

His muzzle touched skin, and opened as a tongue lapped at my lips.

"Please!"