The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

Melinda and Gretchen are Bred by the Wolves

There was a lot of hullabaloo when Conor and Dad returned after lunch. Conor was pissed that Brigitte hadn’t been watching me. Brigitte was pissed she hadn’t been watching me. Dad was upset he hadn’t been home to protect us, as if he could do what werewolves could not. Mom was guilty because she was the reason that Brigitte hadn’t been looking after me. Eric was somewhat amused, and aroused. My adrenaline spike and having the handsome hunk lounging around while naked was enough for him to smell how much I wanted to have sex. Once Conor was back, he had the same problem.

“We do know nothing happened to anyone important, don’t we?” Eric said.

“Thanks to you,” Brigitte said.

“And watching her take care of that rapist, I’m not sure she couldn’t have handled both of them. That’s due to your training. You prepared her for problems. Don’t be so hard on yourselves.”

“I don’t think that will help all that much with my pack leader. It was my job to protect her. I was lead wolf.”

“And I’m unhurt. If I’d been harmed, maybe it would be a problem. I certainly don’t blame anyone,” I said. “I’m grateful, not mad.”

“You don’t understand,” Brigitte said. “Rene could give me to Quinn for a week, or even breed me to him.”

“Could that happen?” I asked Conor.

“If Rene is pissed off enough.” Conor admitted.

“I won’t let that happen to you,” I said.

“What can you do about it?”

“If Rene threatens to do that, I’ll breed with Gerhard’s pack, and not the Maine pack. I haven’t spent that much money yet. I could pay him back the money he’s given me, and move back here.”

“You’d do that for me?” Brigitte asked.

“Of course. You’re my friend. I don’t blame you. Eric is right. You trained me to look after myself. We relaxed a little because we’re surrounded by friendly wolves. I wasn’t threatened by a shifter, just a couple of criminals.”

“Why not do it, then, no matter what Rene does?” Eric said.

“Because I promised. He’s treated me right up to this point. I’m not going to go back on my word unless he hurts people I care about. You, I’ll happily fuck again because you helped me out. I’m a girl who pays my debts. In fact, I’m in the mood to pay it now. Come upstairs and let’s relieve your erection. By the way, who won the golf game?”

“Me, by one stroke. Conor drove hell out of the ball, but his short game could use work. No touch around the greens. He was usually on the green first, but then two or three putted everything.”

“He does look like a brute force kind of guy. I can see that.”

I grabbed Eric’s hand and looked at my parents, and neither of them said anything, so I led him up the stairs. Damn, that boy could fuck even better as a human than he could a wolf. Better than Conor, and that was saying a lot. Best reward I ever handed out to anyone. Seemed like I was the one who received it. He wasn’t quite the pussy licker that Brigitte was, but on the whole, I didn’t have a single complaint. I think both Conor and Brigitte spent the night in my parents’ bed. I certainly heard the sounds of their sex mixed in with our own.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

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The following day, Brigitte called Rene and told him what happened. She was on speaker so I could listen.

“Do I have to send someone else out there? Someone like Quinn?”

“No, sir. It won’t happen again. We’re good. Gerhard has backups available, sir. Jessica is his granddaughter, sir.”

“Is he now?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Is she still committed to providing our pack with werewolves?”

“Yes, sir. She doesn’t blame me for what happened. She’s committed to us. She promised, and she intends to keep her promise.”

“Let me know if anything changes.”

“Yes, sir.”

We also doubled up on our working out, running in the morning and two self-defense lessons, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. Mom had started running with us again, every day. She was trying to work herself up to ten miles again.

The day after Brigitte informed Rene, on Friday, Mike Ferguson called and told me that my statements were ready to read and sign. It also happened to be late in the afternoon. Hmm, interested in more than a drink? I went into the office at four with the other two and we read and signed. Conor only had the one as he was golfing the second time I was attacked.

Mike also gave Brigitte the reward for the rapist’s capture. The DNA evidence from the rapes had proved he’d done it. She’d not only given information, she’d captured the guy.

“Makes me happy to be giving this to you, as it means we took a bad man off the streets.”

“Wow. This is great. Thank you,” Brigitte said, looking at the check.

I didn’t see any errors in my statements and signed both of mine. It was close to five, so I asked Mike if he was free to go out for a drink.

“I was hoping you were serious about having a drink afterward.”

“My friends have to go with. You don’t have a problem with that, do you?”

He looked a little crestfallen, but he hid his disappointment well.

“Sure, no problem.”

We were having a perfectly delightful time at some watering hole that Mike knew of when suddenly both Conor and Brigitte froze and moved between me and the door, facing out. I knew what it meant and looked between their two bodies at the doorway and a massive individual was walking through the door, like 6-10, three hundred pounds massive. He had on jeans and a leather jacket with Harley-Davidson emblazoned on a patch. He headed straight for us.

Something about the tension in the rest of us, caused Mike to look up and he went “Holy Shit!” when he saw what was approaching us.

The new guy paid close attention to my wolves, neither of whom were armed, since we’d just come from the police station, but not much attention to Mike, who still had his badge on his belt. Mike was armed, but not with silver bullets.

The behemoth looked at me and said, “I’d like to buy you a drink.”

“I appreciate that, but as you can see, I’m having drinks with someone else at the moment,” I said. “Some other time, perhaps.”

“I see that, out-of-towners. I’m not impressed.” He was still ignoring Mike who was starting to bow up.

“I’m not an out-of-towner,” Mike said.

“You don’t count.”

“Listen here, you….”

Whatever words were about to come out of Mike’s mouth next died as the monster pivoted to the door. Three other men were walking in, including one in a police uniform who had his gun out. Better yet, Eric was one of the other men, so at the very least, it was three werewolves to whatever this was.

“Hello, John,” Eric said, “long time, no see.”

“Hello, Eric,” the behemoth answered. So it did have a name. He was paying attention to all three of the men, so maybe they were all shifters. “What do you want?”

“Your attention. You’re dealing with friends of Gerhard. The woman is important to him.”

John turned to look over his shoulder at me, then back at Eric.

“Damn, that sucks,” John said.

“It really does,” Eric replied.

“Fine, I’ll be going.”

“We’d appreciate that. The other two will help escort you out.”

The big guy went peacefully. Eric winked at us, then he disappeared as well.

“Damn, that guy was huge,” Mike said.

Brigitte looked at me, and saw the question on my face. “He was a fucking bear, wasn’t he?”

A bear. Wow. I wondered if all werebears looked like him, or if he was an aberration.

“If we had to defend Jessica, I’d have been feeling shortchanged for sure,” Conor said. “Next time, I’m wearing my artillery even if I’m going to a police station. They can give it back to me as we leave.”

“I wonder who Gerhard is?” Mike said. “He seemed to have a lot of influence with the big guy. Why is Jessica important to him?”

“The name sounds familiar. I think he might be a distant relative,” I said. “I’ve never met him, though, or if I did, don’t remember or didn’t know who he was.”

I couldn’t very well say he was my grandfather. He looked younger than my mother and father. Hanging around with wolves presented some problems.

“Should we have something to eat? I don’t want any more to drink,” I said.

“Your folks might be holding supper for us,” Brigitte said. “We should go.”

“Makes sense. Thanks for taking us out to your hangout, Mike. That was sweet.” I gave him a kiss on the cheek and forty dollars for our drinks. “Thanks for all the help the last few days.”

“Protect and Serve,” Mike said. “That’s me.”

“Can we invite you to a barbecue at my folks place tomorrow?” I asked.

“Are you available to date?” Mike responded.

“Sorry, Mike. I’ll be going home in a week or so. I’ve got a lot on my plate at the moment. The invitation tomorrow is strictly for food.”

“Yeah, I figured. I think I’ll pass.”

“Take care, Mike.”

“You too, Jessica. Bye, guys and gals.”

Both of my wolves patted him on the shoulder as they passed. Just being friendly.

In the car, I asked, “Are all bears that big, or was he an exception.

“Most are big, but he was in the top ten, percentile wise,” Conor said.

“Could you have taken him?”

“Probably not without silver,” Brigitte said. “Either that or it would have looked like a charnel house in that bar. Not good for staying under the radar. If we go out with the Feds for a rogue bear, they usually send at least four wolves, usually more.”

I decided my parents didn’t have to know about the bear, and for the first time in a few days, both Conor and Brigitte spent the night with me. Maybe they were wearing my parents out.