The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

I went upstairs, breathing a sigh of relief. I hope this didn’t fuck things up. When I came back down ten minutes later, Quinn still wasn’t fucking Brigitte, and he’d tucked his cock away again. He looked confused, but I think we all were at the moment.

“Can I offer you something to drink while we wait for food? Coffee, orange juice, water?”

“Water is fine.”

I got water for him, Conor and Brigitte, and OJ for myself, then sat down at the kitchen table, and invited him to take a seat.All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

Quinn sat down and I said, “What’s going on?”

“Phillipe was a fucking coward,” Quinn said, watching Brigitte.

“He wasn’t a coward!” Brigitte shouted.

“He was the biggest fucking coward in the history of werewolves,” Quinn said.

Brigitte snarled and started to shift.

“Brigitte, wait. Get a hold of yourself. I want your reasoning mind, not instinct,” I said.

Her wolf shimmered, then shifted back.

“Have a seat, Brigitte. Let’s hear him out. I want to know what proof he has for his claim your mate was a coward. If you don’t believe him, you can take it out in the woods and have it out.”

She sat down and looked at Quinn. It wasn’t a friendly look. Quinn stared right back.

“So what’s your evidence for Phillipe’s cowardice?” I asked. “Convince me.”

“I was in love with a wolf named Adriana. I was planning to mate with her.”

I’d heard of Adriana. “She was killed by a werebear, right?” I asked.

“Yes, she was one of my trackers. Eight of us, including Phillipe, were tracking a rogue bear who’d done a lot of damage. We trailed him to some awfully rough country. He started climbing some steep, rocky slopes. We split into two teams, one lead by Adriana, another by myself, Adriana, Phillipe and two others continued tracking the bear up the mountain, I led the other three wolves up a faster route, hoping to get in front of him.

“He was a canny bastard, and turned around and set an ambush for the four trailing him. When he came after them, three of the wolves attacked. Phillipe didn’t for the longest time. Adriana was killed and the other two badly mauled before Phillipe finally entered the fight, although all he did was harry the bear until the rest of us got to the fight.

“The surviving wolves knew Phillipe hadn’t joined the fight right away, but they were fighting for their lives, so didn’t know why he didn’t join in. Phillipe said he’d stopped briefly at a stream for water and got to the fight late. The tracks evidence seemed to show he was there, but didn’t join in, but no one was positive. That’s when I first began to suspect Phillipe was a fucking coward who couldn’t be trusted. And because he was, my love was killed. But I didn’t have proof, only suspicions at that point.

“So, I started fucking his mate. Any other wolf would have fought me long before Phillipe did. I was fucking Brigitte more than he was before he chose to fight me to protect his honor and reputation. And during our fight, as soon as he knew he didn’t have a chance, he surrendered, going belly up. He would have been content to let me continue fucking Brigitte more than he did, as long as he didn’t have to fight for her. That’s when I knew he was the fucking coward I believed him to be, and he had no courage or honor, and he’d let my love be killed rather than face the bear.”

“Why did you keep tearing him after he gave up?” Brigitte said.

“I didn’t intend on killing him, but he had to know that he could keep fighting even if he was torn up, to toughen him, to make him realize you can’t go belly up at the slightest sign of defeat. Then this fucking wolf,” he pointed to Brigitte, “tells him to shift and throws him a silver knife, reinforcing his cowardice. Any other wolf would have refused to shift and fought it out, but not that yellow bellied cur she married. He shifts and takes the knife to kill me. I had no choice but to rip out his throat. Think about it, wolf. That fucking pussy didn’t fight for you until I was bedding you more than he was. He was a fucking laughingstock before he stood up for you.

“And Rene didn’t do a fucking thing when I told him we had a fucking coward in our midst who should be kicked out of the pack as worthless. Maybe before I had proof, he could stand his ground, because he thought he might lose you too, if he booted Phillipe, but when he saw Phillipe wouldn’t even stand up for his own mate, he should have been gone, no matter what you did.”

Brigitte was silent for a long time. So was everyone else. Things made a lot more sense to me now than they did before. Quinn’s animosity towards Brigitte, Rene, even Conor, Rene’s son, made more sense.

Finally, Brigitte got on her knees in front of Quinn.

“I’m sorry, sir. My love for Phillipe blinded me to his faults. I was wrong to throw him the knife. I understand your anger so much more now. If you want to breed me, I’ll accept your punishment. I’d prefer that you breed me as a wolf, so I’m only pregnant for two months, but if you wish to breed me as human, Rene can assign another bodyguard in my place.”

She turned around and presented her naked ass to Quinn again, ready to accept whatever he wanted.

Quinn turned to me. “Would I be breaking my promise to you?”

“I relieve you of your promise if that’s what you wish. At this point, she needs to atone, and I can accept that.”

He nodded. “Suck my cock, bitch,” Quinn ordered.

Brigitte turned and extracted his cock and gave him an excellent blow job, the best one I’d ever seen. So good, and so long, Conor put our food on the table and Quinn had time to eat it all before Brigitte extracted his cum.

“Your promise to me still stands,” Quinn asked me. “I’ll have your services for five days, one for breeding?”

“It still stands.”

“I’ll expect you to wear my collar while you’re mine.”

“Collar? Like a dog collar?”

“Like an ‘I own your ass’, collar. You’ll be marked as my possession and no one else will touch you without my permission, collar. That kind of collar.”

I knew enough about Dominance and submission to know what he was talking about. I figured I could put up with some of that shit for four or five days.

“Fine, but if you ever want to breed me again, I expect some serious sucking up during your five days. If all you do is abuse me, you can kiss my lily white ass goodbye when I walk out the door.”

“Phillipe should have had your spirit,” Quinn said. “Thanks for breakfast.” He picked at the medallion grandfather gave me, hanging around my neck. “Perhaps you really are a friend to the wolf.”

Quinn left. I breathed a sigh of relief. “That was emotional.”

“Jessica, thank you,” Brigitte said.

“It seems to me that total submission to higher ranked wolves sometimes gets in the way of effective communication. Is he right about Phillipe?”

She looked down. “I think he was. Looking back at it now, I think he definitely was. No other wolf would have tolerated Quinn’s fucking me as much as he did without acting. I thought he wanted me as his mate, when all he was trying to do is force Phillipe to react. I should never have thrown Phillipe the knife. If Adriana died because of Phillipe, no wonder Quinn hated me. He must have thought I condoned Phillipe’s cowardice, and tried to kill him for it.”

“It made sense to me when he was saying it. I never knew Phillipe, so I didn’t know what he was like. Conor, you must have known him some. What was your impression?”

“I only knew him a short time. Quinn is right though. Phillipe was a bit of a laughingstock among the other males. Even knowing Quinn would have clobbered me, I would have fought sooner for my mate than Phillipe did. He was a fun wolf, though, very likable. I think a lot got excused because he was fun to have around, a ‘good time, Charlie,’ I think humans like to say.”

“I feel terrible now,” Brigitte said. “All this time I was hating Quinn for what he did to Phillipe, and by extension, me; never once considering why Quinn was the way he was. I seriously fucked up.”

“At least he didn’t breed you,” I said.

“Which almost makes me feel worse, because I deserved it.”

“Water under the bridge now. You know, Brigitte, I want you to show me how to give a blow job like the one you gave to Quinn. You got all of his cock down, and he’s got a seriously big one. I can practice on Conor until I can get it right, and work my way up. I imagine he’ll want me to handle his cock while he owns me.”

“Jess, are you sure you can do what he wants?” Brigitte asked. “He could have me for a month if you want instead. I’ll offer myself. He can abuse me all he wants. It doesn’t have to be you. He can torment me instead.”

“Brigitte, I promised. He didn’t rape you. He didn’t impregnate you. I was serious. If he chooses to mistreat me, I’ll never let him breed with me again. Hopefully, that’s all the incentive he needs to treat me right. By the way, I told Carl we left the wolves with a trainer. We’ll need to pretend to pick them up later today. And, I don’t necessarily want to depend on breeding for an actual job, so I need to keep my toe in, looking for work, right? And I should maybe look around here for more breeders for the Maine pack, yes? I’m sure Rene doesn’t want to put all his eggs in one basket, me, okay?”

“Are you scared, Jess?” Conor asked.

“Maybe just a little nervous. Cause I have thought about it, you know, letting someone take charge of me for awhile, but Quinn, you know, he’s a little intense.”

“He’s a lot intense, Jess,” Brigitte said. “And you are more than nervous. I can smell it on you.”

“Yeah.” I took ten really deep, cleansing breaths, letting me find my center. “Okay. That’s better. Let’s talk about the wolves. Why don’t you and Conor go into the woods, shift to wolves, and race about halfway down our running path. There’s that big, dead, lightning struck tree. Go there and wait for me. I’ll pick you up and bring you home. That should take care of the Carl thing and get you back here. Yeah, that’s good, one step at a time, right. After all, I shouldn’t be fertile again for another two weeks or so. Plenty of time to worry about other stuff.”

“Fine, but we’ll pace your car, just in case. We still have to protect you.”

“That’s good. We can do this. Piece of cake.”

Who was I kidding. The thought of Quinn did have me nervous. What the fuck! I’d just held a silver knife to his throat. How fucking stupid was that?

It did work out though. Conor and Brigitte took a walk in the woods, I got in the Jeep and drove down to our rendezvous, opened up the back doors and my two wolves hopped in the back seat. We’d have to collect their clothes later, but it was no big deal. I drove back and let the wolves out of the car. Carl was washing his car outside. I let him see and pet the wolves before letting them inside the house. One task complete.