บททั้งหมดของ Big Bad Werewolf : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Grandma and the Big Bad WolfThe remaining members of the Aspen Pack slowly stepped forward out of the tree line, one by one. They were exchanging nervous glances, most of them injured, disheveled, and half naked. Red felt a pang of guilt. He had brought this upon them, he thought, counting the missing members.Finally the remaining members of the Pack surrounded him in a crescent shape, every pair of eyes glowing silver in their human faces, which was always an exceedingly eerie sight.Red saw them. He could FEEL them. He felt their anger, their grief and their fear. He felt every ounce of pain in their bodies, that lived deep in their very souls. But there was also hope.Hope still remained in their hearts, bless them.By the will of the All Father, they would find a way to forgive him, and would submit to him as their new Alpha.He didn’t want it for himself, it was something that he knew needed to be done for Misha. It was her only chance of rescue. If they didn’t rescue her, a

Grandma Birdie wasn’t just a she-wolf and a badass old woman, she was a witch. This was a little known fact that she tried very hard to keep that way. But today was a day that called for a little magic, if ever there was. And she had a sacred duty to her Pack, not to mention, Grandma Birdie adored her granddaughter. Misha was the only real family she had left. So once she had laid out her plan to them all, and they had all agreed to it, she taught Red the proper binding spell. First, she handed him her special spell-casting dagger, its handle ornately carved from some kind of mystery bone, the blade as sharp as the Truth. “Ahem. Alright. Now first and foremost, you must draw your own blood, and then, you must take a little from each member, to mix in with yours to then create the Rune or “seal”. “Just a prick of the finger will do now! Yes, like that, exactly. Now, with your blood combined, you must anoint their foreheads with this symbol.” Birdie drew what looked like a sideway

Misha Choking the base of the Hunter’s cock,I shook my head back and forth, growling with primal lust as I worked the shaft.Lars moaned in approval, but I’d been at it for a while now and the man didn’t seem anywhere near ready to cum. Were his lackies sucking his cock all the time, or something?! Humble brag, but I could usually get a guy off pretty quickly with my mouth and hand. I could get a girl off just as thoroughly, I might add. During the nights of the full moon us lady wolves all got pretty horny, while the males were off hunting, we would often indulge in some heavy petting. . I did love to worship a big beautiful juicy cock, tho, especially one as sweet smelling and delicious as this one. His skin was so warm and salty, it reminded me of peanut butter. “God yes.” He growled, petting my head now as my lips began to get puffy and swollen around his girth. “I’ve always secretly wanted to know what it’s like to have a good little Werebitch lick my junk.” He confessed wi

True to his word, Lars actually came back a bedroll and pillow for me. He was acting weirdly casual, as if the whole outburst of a moment ago hadn’t happened at all.I marveled at the effects my saliva were having on him. I swear the man was crushing on me so hard, the way he hovered around, laughing at nothing and sort of blushing.“I’m sorry you can’t come share my bedroll with me.” He said, gripping one of the bars of my cage as if he wanted to rip the door right off its hinges (to get to me.)I was hardly in any mood to flirt, but luckily my sad damsel in distress vibe still seemed to hold no small appeal to him. “Are you okay? I really am sorry…about the collar.”“About murdering my whole entire family?!” I hissed at him. I didn’t even have the energy to raise my voice right then. Lara bit his lip, looking like a guilty schoolboy who’d just been caught cheating. “I know, I really am sorry about that, baby. But you HAVE to understand, it wasn’t my fault! It wasn’t up to me. Thes

MishaI tried to stand but once again my feet refused to take my weight and I collapsed again. Red sighed, then pulled me up off my feet to swing me around like a baby spider monkey onto his back.He hooked his arms under my knees, hefting me easily. My hands automatically wrapped around his throat, my nails digging in viciously as I imagined strangling him to death with my bare hands. “Ow.” He said mildly. “Feel free to wrap your arms around my neck when your hands get tired of that, princess.” I dug them in deeper but I didn’t even feel him flinch. Damn him and his supernatural body. A moment later, we were heading out, following the road ever northward. 10 miles or so later, I finally relaxed my hands, which had started to cramp. Reluctantly I slid my arms over his massive shoulders, trying not to remember how I had once cling to those shoulders in a state of suspended bliss while he made love to me with that big, hot, powerful body of his…Damn baby hormones, I swear, making