"Jack!" Ana stood up and waved him and Pitch over to their table.

"Hey, guys." Jack nodded, giving the two of them polite smiles. "Thanks for coming out with us."

"We were so glad when you said you wanted to meet up. It's good to see you again."

"We, well I," Pitch said, "was hoping to ask you both for a favor, but in a more...safe environment. No offense, but I don't like being very much outnumbered."

"A favor?" Ana took her seat again, her eyebrow up in piqued interest.

"We would be happy to do favor for new wolf and his mate."

"You don't need to worry about it being safe here. Jack told us your concerns and wanted somewhere it wouldn't be too busy but busy enough for privacy."

"I would like for you both to adopt Jack. His wolf, I mean."

"Adopt?" The two looked at each other questioningly. "What do you mean?"

"Show him the ropes, I think the phrase is? He's still new and obviously he can't learn all that he needs to know from me. It might help to have some wolves with more experience to guide him through this."

"Way to make me sound like a child who needs a babysitter," Jack grumbled.

Pitch smiled and leaned over to kiss Jack's cheek. "I just don't want you to get hurt."

"It's perfectly valid to worry about you Jack." Ana nodded in agreement.

"I'm a grown man. I can take care of myself. I know what to expect now, so I'll figure it out."

Nick nodded his head, understanding Jack's point. "But you are not a man anymore. You are wolf, and wolves do not do well alone."

"Wolves are naturally pack creatures. You might not realize it, but your wolf's instincts will push you to find others like you. That's why you didn't run from our smell at the store. He smelled fellow wolves, and a part of him wanted to meet them." She paused when the waiter came to take everyone's orders, smiling politely up at him. "Because you were bitten how you were, you were denied even the chance to forge a bond with your sire. Typically a sire is the one who teaches a new wolf everything they need to know about their new lives."

Jack sighed. "You guys don't mind teaching the victim of a bite and run?"

"Of course not," she scoffed.

"Like she said: we are pack creatures. Family is important to us. As werewolves most of our family is chosen and not blood related." Nick took a sip of his drink. "A sire is almost like a parent to our kind. We don't mind helping you out like he should have."

"Besides." Ana reached across the table to cover Jack's hand with her own. "You wouldn't be the first 'surrogate' we've helped. It's something we really love to do. Nobody should have to go through what you are alone, and we know all too well how rough it can be."

"I would be most appreciative if you would look after him when I can't." Under the table, Pitch put a comforting hand on Jack's thigh. "And I would appreciate it, mon amour, if you'd let them help you."

"I have no problem accepting help when I know I need it. My problem is with being talked about like I'm not right here and like I need a babysitter."

"I'm not hiring a babysitter, mon amour. More like trying to help you find a support group."

Jack sighed softly. "You were the one who was skeptical about other wolves from the beginning. Forgive me for being a little miffed that now you're asking for me."

"I think it's rather sweet that he cares so much for you," Ana practically cooed. "It's not often vampires like our kind."

"He still doesn't like our kind. He just likes me."

"Of course I like you. You're my destined someone. I'll do whatever I have to in order to give you the best life possible. Even tolerate other wolves, within reason."

Ana shrugged. "That's still pretty sweet in my book."

"See?" Pitch smiled. "She supports me."

"She only just met you." Jack rolled his eyes.

"Don't be mad," Pitch cooed, nuzzling Jack's neck. "Forgive me, mon cher wolf."

Jack shivered and shied away from the touch with a chuckle. "Alright, alright. I'll forgive you." He leaned against Pitch's shoulder and looked back over at the two other smiling wolves. "So how would this work anyway? You just give me tips on how stuff works?"

"Well, the first thing we'd need to do is see your wolf."

"So we can't start until next week?"

"Not quite," she chuckled. "We can start whenever you'd like. We can teach you to control your transformations. On the full moon it happens no matter what, but any other time we can choose to change whenever we'd like."

"You mean I could turn into a wolf whenever I want?"

Ana nodded. "It takes a little practice to really have it be easy to go back and forth, but it's handy when you get the hang of it. It's also fun when you just feel like going on a run in the woods." She smiled.

"Whoa whoa. Wait." Jack sat up straight and stared at the two of them like they were insane. "You can control your changing and yet you choose to go through that? Willingly?"

Nick laughed. "Is not so crazy as you make it seem." He cut off his laughing when his mate smacked him on the shoulder, but he was still chuckling.

"Don't listen to him. It's only not so bad because we're on a special werewolf 'diet' I guess you could call it."

"Diet? Does food really change what it feels like?"

"Not so much." She dug around in her purse and took out a plastic bag, handing it over to Jack. He stared down at the herbs in the bag in confusion. "It's wolfsbane."

"Isn't that bad for wolves?"

"It's the opposite, actually." Ana took a sip of her water with a small smile. "Find a way to ingest it at least once a day, and it takes about 95% of the pain of transformation away. I figured since your sire hasn't been around, you could use someone to tell you about it."

Jack stared at them in shock, eyes darting from the bag and back to them over and over. "All I have to do is eat this daily and I won't want to feel like commiting suicide on a full moon?"

Nick nodded. "Makes it feel more like you broke a bone or two rather than wanting to put a bullet in your head."

Pitch took the bag from Jack and opened it, bringing it to his nose. He sniffed it and nodded. "Wolfsbane. I can make you a tea with this."

"Tea's a good option. We've used it as an herb cooking meat, but whatever you want to do with it will be fine. Even sticking a sprig or two in a salad works."

"Really?" Pitch leaned forward, eagerly discussing cooking and recipes using wolfsbane with Ana. Jack watched his lover talking animatedly, and he felt a warmth building in his chest. He took Pitch's hands under the table and gave it a squeeze. Pitch looked over and met his eyes with a smile. "Sorry. I sometimes forget myself when speaking about cuisine."

"Don't worry about it." Nick snickered. "Ana can get carried away too." He put his arm around his giggling mate. "I stay out of her way when it comes to food. I'd be fine with some meat and salt, but she-" Nick paused to kiss her blushing cheek. "She is the chef."

"We're sorta the same way." Jack glanced over at the vampire with a grin. "He loves to cook, and I love to eat. I also couldn't cook anything more complex than a box of kraft Mac and cheese, so I guess it all works out."

"Is very similar," the big man laughed. "It's a good thing we have our mates to keep us fed, huh?"

"Jack's diet was atrocious when we started dating. I wouldn't let him cook me dinner for months," Pitch chuckled. "Remember when I finally did? You made mac 'n' cheese and showed off by putting hot dog octopi on top."

"They were cute, okay! It was the only chance I had at not being flat out laughed at."

"I might have laughed a little," Pitch hummed, and nuzzled Jack's nose. "But it was very sweet, and very romantic."

"You laughed a lot." Jack tried to stay serious, but he just couldn't seem to stop his lips starting to curl into a smile. "You're lucky we were months in at that point so I felt comfortable enough in the relationship to not be completely offended."

"You were offended until I started kissing you," Pitch whispered, brushing their lips together. "You quickly forgave me." He smiled and gave Jack a quick peck when Nick cleared his throat. "Sorry. We're kinda still in the honeymoon phase."

Jack raised an eyebrow teasingly. "Two years later? That's a long phase." He turned back to the werewolves. "Anyways, yes, I am a terrible cook and am very thankful to have Pitch around to feed me. I'm also very very thankful for the wolfsbane. I didn't even want to hope that there was some cure for the pain of it all but you've practically given me one."

"And someone to turn to for other wolfie things, which I am grateful for," Pitch said.

"We're both very grateful." Jack squeezed his mate's hand.

Ana shook her head. "You don't need to be thanking us. We're always happy to help out a new wolf."

"And perhaps even a new friend, huh?" Nick asked teasingly.

Jack grinned. "I think there's a very good chance of that."

ZZ

"Hey, they never said wolfsbane tasted good." Pitch slid the cup back towards Jack. "Finish your tea."

Jack made a face and reluctantly took a sip. "Can't we try it in other foods instead then? Clearly wolfsbane by itself without any other tastes is still going to taste disgusting."

"Ana emailed me a recipe for a spice mix to rub on steak. I'll mix some up and cook it tonight. Will that satisfy, mon cher wolf?"

"That sounds a lot better than drinking this every day."

"Oh, hush. I could mix it with chamomile and see if that makes it taste any better."

"No need to be so snippy," he grumbled before chugging the rest and trying his best not to gag. "It's not like I'm saying it's your fault it's awful. Have you even tried it yourself?"

"It doesn't taste the same to vampires as it does to wolves." Pitch smiled and kissed Jack's cheek. "I'll experiment until I find something that tastes good. Even if I have to put it in mac n cheese."

"Anything please." Jack got himself a glass of water and quickly downed that too in hopes it would chase the taste from his mouth.

"Such a big baby," Pitch chuckled. "I'd think you would take anything if it meant a less painful turning."

"Don't act like you know what it felt like. I'd eat shit everyday if it stopped the pain. I'd still drink this if I had no other choice."

"Are you mad at me?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"No," Jack answered slowly.

Pitch leaned forward and nuzzled at Jack's neck, stretching his own out to expose it to his lover. He whined in supplication and bit Jack's ear. "Don't be mad at me, mon cher wolf."

Jack's back snapped perfectly straight. His eyes widened and nostrils flared as a shiver shook him down to his toes. "Wh-what are you doing?"

"What do you mean?" Pitch hummed, rubbing his nose along Jack's neck and offering his vein to Jack's nose and lips.

"You…" He couldn't resist running his nose along his neck and taking in a deep whiff. "You're…"

"Yes, mon cher wolf?" Pitch whined breathlessly as he scraped his teeth up Jack's neck.

"Whining. Why are you whining?" Jack growled and bit down on the vampire's neck hard.

Pitch gasped and gripped Jack's shoulders tightly. "Forgive me, mon cher wolf! Forgive me!" He buried his fingers in Jack's hair and plunged his fangs into Jack's neck, drinking from him as Jack drank. As Pitch's blood started to hit his system, only feeding his lust, Jack tore himself away. He shoved the vampire to the ground and crawled on top of him before taking his lips hungrily. Pitch growled and clawed at him, pulling him closer as they kissed. A sound, halfway between a whine and a moan was torn from him and he bit down on Jack's lip. "Forgive me, mon cher wolf."

Jack's fingers practically shredded the clothes off of the man's body in their impatience to touch flesh. "I don't know if I should."

Pitch whined and tilted his head back, exposing his throat as he gasped and panted desperately. "Please forgive me, mon cher wolf."

"Why should I forgive you?" He wasted no time pushing his pants down past his hips to bare himself. "Especially when your begging is just so damn delicious." Jack licked a long line up the vampire's neck as he moved between the man's legs. He bit down again on the already bleeding mark as he shoved his length inside him, too overcome by passion to even remember it was his first time breaching his lover.

Pitch cried out and reached down to grip Jack's hips. "I-I was a bad mate. F-forgive me, mon ch-cher wolf." He gasped and arched his back as Jack moved between his legs. "H-hurt me. Use m-me. Just f-forgive me."

Jack gave a hard suck before pulling away. "I don't want to hurt you, love," he growled against his neck as he peppered it with hard kisses.

The vampire's whole body shivered as he slowly wrapped his legs around Jack's waist. "Forgive me, mon cher wolf?" He whined helplessly, pushing up to meet Jack's kisses. "Please?"

"I'll forgive you if you cum for me," he whispered in the man's ear, biting his earlobe.

Pitch gasped. "What about you? Where will you cum?"

"Right. Here." Jack slammed inside him with each word.

Pitch cried out loudly with each thrust, his hands desperately hanging on to Jack. "Mon Dieu, Mon Dieu...God, fuck!" Jack grabbed a handful of black hair and yanked the vampire back to his bleeding neck. His other hand made its way down a smooth chest before wrapping around Pitch's length and stroking it. Fangs sank back into Jack's neck, and his cries were muffled into the flesh as his orgasm tore through him. "Forgive me, mon cher wolf! Forgive me!"

"You're forgiven, my love." He brought his hand up so he could lick the cum from his fingers as he drove into Pitch. Jack threw his head back and howled as his hips stuttered and he spilled inside his lover. His fingers dug into the thighs still wrapped around his waist.

Pitch cried out, his throat hoarse, and his fingers weakly held Jack close. "Thank you, mon cher wolf."

Jack practically collapsed on top of him, his breaths coming out in pants. It wasn't until he'd calmed and his length softened enough to slip out of his lover that it dawned on him what had happened. He looked up at Pitch slowly, eyes wide. "I am so sorry. I don't know what came over me. Are you okay?!"

Pitch slowly nodded. "Hurts," he whispered, his throat sore. "Tired."

"I-I'll get you to bed." He scrambled off of him and gently picked Pitch up in his arms, carrying him to the bedroom. After carefully setting him down on the bed, Jack ran to the bathroom to get a wet towel to wash him off.

Pitch smiled and reached up, brushing his fingers across Jack's cheek. "Do you feel better?"

"In some ways. In others I feel worse." He wiped the blood off Pitch's neck, staring down at his hands as he worked.

"I gave myself to you, mon amour. I didn't do what I did blindly."

Jack went to wipe a trail of blood making its way from the corner of the man's lips but chose instead to lean in and lap it up with his tongue. "Please tell me you've bottomed with someone before."

Pitch shook his head. "You were my first, and I'm glad." He smiled and gently licked Jack's lips.

"So I just took your ass virginity in a rush with zero preparation," he groaned. Jack rested his forehead against Pitch's, eyes clenched shut to hold back tears. "I'm so sorry, Pitch. I don't know what happened. I didn't even realize what I was doing until it was over," he whispered.

Pitch hummed and slid his arms around Jack's neck. "I read that...what I did is something wolf mates do to appease their mates. You were on edge, and I wanted to help you. Of course there were warnings of violent claimings." Pitch leaned forward and kissed him. "I did it anyway, because if anyone could claim me, I want it to be you."

"You idiot," Jack ground out as a tear dropped on Pitch's nose. He kissed him again, more firmly. "When you started whining it-" He shook his head when he couldn't find the words. "It- fuck! It hit something inside me. I could have hurt you. Well, more than I did."

"You would never hurt me. Punish me, yes. Fuck me and claim me, yes. Reassure me, definitely yes. You heard me whining and it triggered your need to care for me but your anger demanded blood. So really, I was lucky."

"I did hurt you though." He pulled away slowly and picked up the wet towel again, making his way down Pitch's body with it. "I didn't want to...but I did." Jack spread the man's legs and gently wiped at his bleeding backside.

Pitch hissed softly through his teeth. "Maybe use lube next time," he chuckled.

"Next time?" His gaze snapped back up to Pitch's. "After all this, you'd really want a next time?"

Pitch smiled. "Was I that bad?"

"N-no," Jack stammered, tossing the towel into the hamper and crawling back up his lover. "You were amazing! I just didn't know if you'd want to again after...you know."

Pitch sighed and snuggled up against Jackto bury his nose into his neck. "Yes, please. Just add lube and more biting, and it would be perfect."

"Really?" He peppered kisses all along Pitch's neck.

Pitch shivered and pulled Jack closer. "Mmm-hmm. We both have a lot of neck that is without bites, which is very regrettable."

"Extremely regrettable," Jack chuckled and bit him gently before extracting himself from those arms. He stood by the side of the bed and stripped his clothes off slowly before climbing back in. "And how do you suggest we remedy the situation?"

Pitch purred deep in his chest as he slowly pushed himself to a kneeling position. "Come up here."

Jack crawled up to him, kissing his way up Pitch's body until he was also kneeling. "Yes, my love?"

"How do you think we should remedy our little problem?" Pitch sighed and ran his hands up and down Jack's chest.

"Perhaps…" He brought his wrist to his mouth and bit hard enough to make himself bleed. "My favorite vampire is still hungry?" Jack brought his wrist up and smeared the fresh blood all over the clean side of his neck.

Pitch leaned forward and licked Jack's neck clean. "Mon cher wolf," he purred before his fangs plunged into the flesh. His hands slid down to cup and knead at the soft flesh of Jack's ass as he drank.

"Oh, God…" Jack's eyes rolled back with a moan. His arms wound around the man's neck to pull himself flush against Pitch as he drank. Pitch pulled away only to sink his fangs into a new spot. He pulled Jack's cheeks apart and rubbed a finger against his hole teasingly. Jack's hips stuttered forward with a gasp, rubbing his hardening cock against Pitch's and making him growl. As he drank and sucked hard on Jack's neck, he thrust his middle finger into his hole. The werewolf clenched around the invading digit. He bit down on Pitch's shoulder to hold back a moan as he rubbed their lengths together again. Pitch abandoned Jack's neck to claim his mouth in a passionate kiss as he slipped a second finger in and thrust the two in the tight ring. "Take me," Jack whispered against his lover's lips, his gaze darting up to meet amber. "Claim me as yours. Lose yourself in me as I lost myself to you."

"You were a naughty pup," Pitch hummed, his thumb brushing across Jack's lips. "Do you think you've earned it?"

"I deserve a thorough punishment, master." He averted his eyes.

"Yes, you do."

"Please," Jack begged, his voice cracking. "What can I do to atone?"

"Be a good little pup for me."

"Of course. Anything."

Pitch smiled. "Turnabout is fair play," he purred before pushing Jack face down on the bed and covering his body with his own.

"It is." Jack nodded in agreement. He bit back a moan when it felt like every inch of their bare skin brushed together.

Pitch dragged his tongue up the back of Jack's neck teasingly as he rubbed himself against him. "I'm not your master, mon cher wolf. I'm your mate, your lover."

"And the master of my heart," he groaned and resisted pushing back against him for more.

"So romantic," Pitch chuckled.

"Only for you, my love."

"I think that deserves a reward, despite your earlier tantrum."

"A reward?" Jack turned enough that he could look over his shoulder at the vampire. "What sort of reward?"

"This kind." Pitch plunged his fangs into the back of Jack's neck as he thrust in between his cheeks, filling him in one go. Jack cried out in pleasure, his fingers clawing at the sheets beneath him. He did his best not to squirm under his lover, but he couldn't hold it all back. Pitch hummed, encouraging Jack to squirm as he moved between his legs. While he didn't pound inside him as hard as Jack had done with him, he wasn't gentle. A series of begging whines escaped the wolf's throat. Jack tried to wiggle closer in search of more but always found his lover withdrawing when he did. Pitch ripped his mouth away and pressed his lips to Jack's shoulder. "Roll over, but keep me inside you. Can you do that?"

Jack nodded hesitantly. He moved slowly, doing his very best to keep Pitch inside him and even clenching him tighter to make sure he didn't slip out. Pitch smiled and rewarded him with a kiss when he settled back down, having kept him inside. "Such a good pup," he purred affectionately, nosing at the hollow of his throat. Jack whimpered softly when he withdrew from the kiss. He stretched out his neck, offering him as much flesh as he could. "How could I refuse?" Pitch whispered, sinking his fangs into the flesh as he once more began to pound between Jack's legs.

The werewolf cried out in desperation. His hand snapped back to grab the back of Pitch's neck tightly. Pitch hummed against Jack's flesh, drinking deeply as he held him close and thrust between his legs. Jack's fingers tightened their grip on the man's neck. His body tensed as Pitch slammed against his prostate with each snap of his hips. "Going to cum inside you, mon cher wolf. Right. In. Here." He punctuated each word with a hard thrust against Jack's prostate and a teasing suck to his nipples. Jack dragged the nearest pillow over and bit down on it to muffle his scream as he came on his stomach. Pitch smiled and bit down over Jack's nipple as he gave a few last thrusts before cumming deep inside his passage.

Pale fingers finally loosened their grip, lightly massaging Pitch's neck before falling to the bed. Jack's entire body relaxed in exhaustion and made him feel like a tingly puddle under his mate. "Love you," he whispered.

Pitch purred and lovingly licked over Jack's neck to clean him. "Mon amour," he whispered. "Mon cher wolf."

Jack moaned softly and barely made himself shift enough so he could reach everywhere. He looked up at the vampire with dark eyes starting to return to their lighter shade of blue. "Was that turnabout enough?"

"More than enough," Pitch sighed, kissing him lovingly. "Although It wasn't really about turnabout. I just wanted to get my mouth on your lovely neck."

"You can already do that whenever you want." He smiled up at him tiredly.

"I know." Pitch gently pulled out of Jack and laid down beside him, pulling him into his arms. "Because you're mine, mon amour."

"All yours." He curled into him happily. "Just as you are mine."

"Obviously. And now I'm all yours."

"Every bit of you. Mine." Jack pressed a soft kiss to the underside of his chin.

"So do you feel better now?" Pitch hummed, smiling in contentment.

Jack nodded. "I don't even know if I was angry at you to begin with. My emotions are all funky with the full moon coming up."

"You were a little snappy, and I was more than willing to offer myself up to you if it made you happy again."

"I'm sorry I took it out on you."

"I didn't mind. I told you, next time, just use lube and add more biting and it'll be perfect."

"I'm sure some actual preparation would help as well."

"Lube would be fine. I know how desperate your wolf will be to get inside me next time," Pitch teased.

"Can you blame him? Your whining and begging was so...delectable."

"Oh really? Well, maybe I'll have to do it more often for you."

"I don't think he would mind that."

"I'll make sure to buy plenty of lube then."

"Did you really enjoy it?"

"Yes, mon amour. I didn't think I could or would like it until I was looking up into your eyes."

"What did looking into my eyes change?"

"You looked as if being inside me was the best thing you had ever experienced."

"There was definitely nothing that could compare to the feeling. I've imagined a couple times since we started dating how it would feel to be like that with you. The reality was much better."

"I'm glad. I wanted it to be good for you."

"Well, you succeeded."

"But after the initial pain faded, I realized that I kinda liked the feeling of having you screw me senseless."

"There's certainly something about being under a lover and being fucked senseless," he teased.

"Especially when that lover's gone wild, rips your clothes off, throws you to the ground and takes you right then and there." Pitch ran his fingers through white hair thoughtfully. "I do have an idea…"

Jack shivered against him at the touch. "What are you thinking?"

"A hunt."

"A hunt?"

"Mmm-hmm. It would be controlled, planned out ahead of time. We'd get the necessary supplies and pick the designated end spot and all that. We would also not do it around the full moon, unless you would like to. I could be naked, if that's something you'd like. Point is, you would 'hunt' me."

"So you want me to chase you down? And probably screw you senseless again when I catch you?"

"Not probably. Definitely."

"And what supplies would we need?"

"A blanket, food, lube, anything else we might think of."

"Avoiding the full moon would be a good idea. I don't think you would enjoy being fucked by a giant wolf," Jack joked. "But I think that a hunt sounds fun."

"Perfect." Pitch smiled. "After the full moon then?"

"After the full moon." He kissed his lover softly.

"J'adore, mon amour. J'adore, mon cher wolf."

"I love you too."

"And you, mon cher wolf? Do you love me too?"

"He does too." Jack nuzzled his nose with a chuckle. "Very much."