The Girl Who Cried Wolf ~ Part 1

Content Advisory: Hot Sex, Oral Sex, Brief glimpse at menage and mass orgy.

The heady bouquet of hyacinth and roses surrounded Wolfgang with calming scents. His Sounds of Nature CD whispered around the flower shop, blending with the Zen fountain gently spilling its stream of water from one copper lily pad to the next. The Flower Emporium had become his sanctuary, a calming place that tamed his animal nature.

Slipping the last sprig of Baby’s Breath into a white vase, he stepped back to eye his creation. He cocked his head. Something marred the arrangement's organic lines. Pinching the gossamer material between his thumb and index finger, he straightened the baby-blue bow.

“Perfect.”

How could somebody like him create something so beautiful and delicate? He embodied everything these flowers were not, dark, brooding, and deadly when he wanted to be. It had only been within the last six months he’d gained control over the wolf lurking inside him and found some semblance of peace with his business and his new love, Bo Peep.

The soft tinkle of bells jingled as the front door of the shop swung open. Wolfgang glanced up and silently groaned. Great, the Swinefeld boys. That’s all he needed today. He still had a lot to do before the Muffet wedding tomorrow. Setting aside the finished centerpiece, Wolfgang smiled. Exude friendliness—invite friendship. He chanted his therapist’s mantra and smiled.

 “Morning boys.”

“Morning Wolfgang,” the men said in unison.

The three short, round brothers moved as one, jostling each other as they bellied up to the counter, its edge hitting them at chest level. Wolfgang leaned down on his elbows as not to intimidate them. This was all part of his therapy, not being intimidating—not giving people the impression he could rip out their throats if he got the urge.

“What can I do for you guys? Is it your mother’s birthday already?”

Three heads shook simultaneously. “No,” Jimmy said. “We’re here to buy flowers for our future wives.”

Wolfgang raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Really? And who are the lucky ladies?”

“Don’t know yet,” said Dean. “But one must pounce on opportunity when it presents itself.” He wiggled his eyebrows at Wolf. “Know what I mean?”

“Sorry, no,” Wolfgang said.

“The Pixie Plant,” Link chimed in.

Wolf narrowed his gaze as a feeling of unease slid across his skin. That’s where Bo worked. “What about the Pixie Plant?”

The boys glanced at each other. “Why the explosion, of course,” they said in unison.

“What explosion?” His voice ricocheted through the shop. The Swinefelds jumped back, their eyes going wide.

“I-i-it exploded this morning,” Jimmy ventured. “Nobody was hurt, but all that Frisky Fairy Dust has caused quite a stir.”

“What!?” Rage raced through Wolf as he struggled for control. He curled his fingers into his palms to hide the elongating claws.

“Uh, did you have somebody special working there?” Link asked. “Maybe we saw them. We were there earlier.”

Wolf gritted his teeth and tried to keep the growl out of his voice. “Bo,” he panted, “Peep.”

“Oh yeah, we saw her,” Dean squealed. Jimmy thrust an elbow in his brother’s ribs. “Uh, what I meant to say was—yes—we saw her and she looked fine. More than fine. Great even.”

Jimmy pushed Dean aside and smiled but stared slightly above his head. “Uh yes, we saw Bo and she looked just fine. She’ll probably call you later today. I wouldn’t worry too much about her. Like we said, nobody was hurt.”

Something in the way the boys wouldn’t look him directly in the eye raised his hackles. Turning, he pulled open the cooler door and grabbed several bouquets from the tall black buckets. Cold water splattered his hands and shoes as he shoved the flowers into the arms of the men.

“Take these and leave.” Whatever happened at the plant, it couldn’t be good. He’d been under the influence of Frisky Dust before and knew its results. Images of Bo straddling some other guy raced through his mind. “Go...now.”

The Swinefelds stumbled toward the front of the store with their bundles. “How much?” Link gulped.

“Free. Go!” Wolf growled and licked his lips. His canines lengthened as the sudden craving for bacon swamped him. “Go!”

The three porkers shoved and elbowed each other through the door, their wide bodies wedging tightly in the opening. Wolfgang stalked toward them and gave Jimmy, or maybe it was Dean, a rough shove, dislodging the butterballs from his doorway. They tumbled backward, their flowers going one way as their bodies spilled the other.

Wolfgang didn’t stop to help. Cramming the key in the lock, he twisted it, and headed down the sidewalk. Blood pounded in his ears as his walk changed to a jog, and then into a run. He needed to get to Bo.

The animal clawed for release. Wolfgang gritted his teeth, holding the beast in check as he picked up speed. He would not transform. He would not morph, lose control, and possibly hurt somebody. His muscles strained to grow and his shirt tightened across his back as images of Bo jacked up on Frisky Fairy Dust fogged his mind, allowing anger to sneak under his barrier. His control slipped. The sound of ripping scraped against his ears as the shirt tore across his shoulders.

A growl clogged his throat but he kept it silenced. He struggled to find his well of calm the therapist had helped him build, but it eluded him. There was nothing to draw on. Sensing this, the beast beat against the fragile wall of Wolfgang’s prison, hammering to be free.

People jumped aside as he raced past them. Colors blurred then faded to shades of gray. His body hunched and he found himself running on all fours. Screams issued from a crowd he passed but he didn’t stop—couldn’t stop. Compelled to get to Bo—he pushed on.

Flashing lights and noise assaulted his senses, but he barreled through the crush of emergency vehicles and rescue personnel. He stopped at the edge of the Pixie Processing Plant grounds, panting and scanning the grounds. Too much, too many people and…

The scent of sex wafted around him. He closed his eyes absorbing the raw energy and odors of the scene. A small section of his humanity slipped into place and his body made the subtle shift back to human form. Muscles still bulged and his heightened senses raged, but he could stand.

Rising on human legs, he sniffed the air. Bo was here. He lowered his head and searched the front lawn. Surely his vision played tricks on him. Naked bodies writhed everywhere, thrusting and fucking. Moans from the participants met his ears, taunting and teasing the animal he’d kept locked away since his attempt at a normal relationship with Bo. But this—the pulsing bodies and moist scent of musk pushed him over the edge.

Giving the wolf free reign, he tilted his head back and howled. Emergency crews backed away and for good reason. He was dangerous when he walked with the beast, only thoughts of Bo kept him from fully turning.

He stomped into the fray, stepping over undulating bodies. He could smell her. She was close. Three people lay on the ground before him. One man had his mouth buried in the pussy of a naked woman. Her legs spread wide as the man devoured her. Another man covered her face with his body, his ass thrusting toward her head. Wolfgang couldn’t see enough to identify her, only glimpse the long blonde curls spilling out from under the man she sucked.

Wolf roared and shoved the man aside. He cried out as he sailed through the air and landed on his back ten feet away. Just as quickly another half-naked woman climbed onto his lap and mounted his engorged cock, intent on finishing the job.

Wolfgang looked down at the blonde. It wasn’t Bo. The woman smiled and held out her arms to him, her mouth puffy and pink from sucking. His cock stirred, stiffening against his shredded pants. He licked his lips and closed his eyes, again sniffing the air. Stepping over the woman, he headed deeper into the mass of bodies. He glanced over his shoulder at the blonde, but she’d already forgotten him and now gave her full attention to the man teasing her pussy.

Again the beast roared, wanting to fuck, not kill. Too much sex—too many scents, it needed release. His body shuddered as he kept moving, concentrating on locating Bo by smell. The human part of him worried what he would do when he found her. The animal part knew exactly what he would do.

He stopped and narrowed his gaze. There she lay, naked except for a pair of hot pink panties. His eyes locked on her roving hand dipping under the edge of pink material to rub. His cock strained, needing to be where her hand teased. He couldn’t move, could only stare as he watched his girlfriend openly played with her pussy.

Bo’s back arched as she thrust her finger deep. Slipping her other hand into her panties, she massaged herself, probably her clit. A low keening twined its way from her lips to his ears. Wolfgang stepped closer, mesmerized by her hungry movements. She moaned and gyrated, bringing herself to orgasm.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a man crawling toward Bo. Wolfgang’s gaze snapped to the intruder. The man inched closer, stroking his dick and licking his lips. A roar tore from Wolf’s throat as he barreled toward the couple. The man’s eyes rounded as he fell back and crab walked away from him. Wolfgang crouched over Bo, covering her body and snarling. Several people stopped their thrusts and moans long enough to give him a cursory glance, but then resumed their activities.

“Wolfie,” cooed a voice from underneath him. Her hands drifted down his chest and rubbed his raging erection through the remains of his pants. “I was just thinking about you.”

He growled, leaning down to press his nosed to her neck. With short puffs, he sniffed. Pheromones poured from her and it took every ounce of strength he possessed not to mount her right here. His nose traveled lower, processing the scent of every person who had touched her. Nuzzling her legs, he hooked her panties with an elongated nail and pulled them partway down. He sniffed her pussy. She giggled and spread her thighs, threading her fingers through his hair to draw him closer.

He couldn’t help himself. He licked—she cooed—he nuzzled—she moaned. Turning his head, he rubbed his cheek against her as if marking her with his scent. He wanted his scent everywhere—wanted other males to know she belonged to him.

Rational thought kicked in. Humans didn’t mark their women with scent. Humans didn’t usually fuck their women on the front lawn of their workplace. He shuddered and pushed the feral desire to mount Bo aside. Not here—not in front of everybody. He wouldn’t disrespect her that way.

Pushing up, he stood, catching himself before he fell again as the dust began to take effect. His body battled between human and wolf, but it was a war his human side was quickly losing. Scooping up Bo, he tossed her over his shoulder and ran toward the forest. Close to his secluded cabin, he headed for the building, knowing  nobody would bother them there.

Her arousal filled his nostrils and her giggles rang in his ears. Boy, she was really jacked up, and the sensual tingle spreading through his balls told him the dust had started to work its magic on him. The trees blurred as he raced through the forest and within minutes he stood in front of his cabin. Not wasting time with his keys, he kicked the door open and stomped inside.

Stalking to the hug log bed, Wolfgang flipped Bo from his shoulder and threw her onto the thick down comforter. She stretched and smiled, sliding her limbs against the white material. She looked beautiful. Animal need poured through him, pushing every learned technique to restrain the beast right out the window.

He snagged the thin band of pink elastic with a newly emerged claw and ripped the panties from her body. She gasped, then smiled and glided a hand down her stomach to rub her clit. With aching slowness she dipped two fingers between her folds and pumped twice. Wolf stared, his cock tightened painfully against his pants. Bo dragged her hand free and held her fingers out to him.

“Want me?”

He growled and grabbed her wrist, pulling her to a sitting position. His tongue slipped out to lick her finger. “I don’t think you can handle me.”

She stood and rubbed against him. “I can take anything you can dish out.”

A deep rumble emanated in his chest. “I’m not myself, Bo.”

“I can see that, but neither am I.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“A little pain can be fun sometimes,” she countered, giving her ass a smack.

She eased down his body and knelt in front of him. Unsnapping his jeans, she pulled down the zipper to free his cock. Warm, wet lips closed around the engorged head, licking and kissing him. He thrust into her mouth and felt her moan. He fought the impulse to grab her head and fuck her hot mouth until he came. The beast wanted his release, and in a rare moment of agreement, so did the human.

Snatching Bo from the floor, he tossed her face down on the bed. Her laughter floated up from the frothy duvet. He covered her body, pressing his shaft against her round ass.

“Oooo,” she moaned. “I like that.”

Wolf nudged her legs apart and pulled her onto her hands and knees. She wiggled her ass, rubbing against his thick cock.

“God, I want to fuck you. Bury my cock in your hot pussy and fuck you until I come.”

“What’s stopping you, Wolfie?” She looked over her shoulder and circled her ass again. “Do it.” He froze, afraid to believe she wanted it. Afraid to believe she didn’t. “Now!”

Her command broke his resistance. Spreading her lips, he positioned his cock against her pink flesh and drove it in. Shudders raced over him as tight velvet gripped his shaft. He drew out and thrust again.

“Yeah, Wolfie, fuck me."

Those four words released the beast. Hunching over Bo, he drove deep, pistoning against her ass. The smell from her Jasmine shampoo mingled with her sexual musk, driving him into a frenzy. Sweeping her arms out from under her, he pushed her face to the bed. Whimpers and a whispered ‘yes’ issued from Bo's full pink lips. He held her arms captive above her head with one hand and reach under their bodies to flick her engorged clit with his other. Draping his body along her back, he latched on to the back of her neck with his teeth and pinned her in place.

“Yeah—Wolf—yeah.” Her muffled words came out in short bursts, urging him on, begging for more.

Deeper and faster he thrust. She belonged to him. Bo was his woman and he’d kill anybody who touched her. His barriers dropped as the pulling sensation intensified, dragging him toward the edge. Bo lay spread wide, open to his touch and cock. He rode her—fucked her—marked her.

Heat rushed through him and he pushed one final time, and came, pouring himself into her. Through the dim haze of gray, he heard Bo cry out. His shaft pumped, emptying itself, giving her everything. As his euphoria abated, his more rational side slipped into place. What had he done?

His limbs were like rubber as he rolled off Bo and sat up. She didn’t move. God, what had he done? He turned her over and gasped at her swollen lips and blank stare.

“Did I hurt you?” He lifted her limp body into his arms.

“Uh huh.” A grin spread across her face. “You’re a real animal.” Her lids drifted closed again and her breathing deepened.

Shame and guilt assaulted him. He’d just destroyed six months of trust, sharing, and therapy. Everything he’d worked for was gone. Pulling Bo into a loose embrace, he cradled her as if she would break. Morning would come too soon and then he’d have to pay the piper.

If you liked Part One of The Girl Who Cried Wolf please return on April 13 to see what hoops Bo will jump through to bring out Wolfgang’s animal side.

Boone Brux

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