Greedy
It wasn't that Leah was greedy...oh fuck it. Yes, she was greedy. She was a greedy, nasty, spiteful girl with a grudge and a chip on her shoulder, and so fucking what. She deserved to be. She had her life ruined by gaining so much fur no amount of waxing could cure it. She'd lost her dad. She risked her tail every time she went out on all fours. She deserved to be greedy, because greedy made her happy and no amount of normal ole human boy was going to calm her fucking appetite. So fucking what? What happened in pack, stayed in pack and unfortunately? Emily and Rachel were not pack.
So fuck them. Leah thought.
Inside her head, the wolf snorted with laughter, uncurling from its snuggled up position. We have better things to fuck. And, you might want to add KimmyCup to that list.
Fuck her.
Again, better things to fuck.
A pressure against her skull, a pressure that would have crushed her had she not been made from some solid, magical, mystical mumbo-jumbo put truth to the wolf's words. She did have better things to fuck. Sliding back, she stroked her tongue against the slit of Sam's cock, peering up at him with hooded, sex crazed eyes.
An arm squeezed her midsection tighter, enough to wind her, and she moaned as Paul pressed closer. He was definitely the biggest of the he-wolves, and she loved him for it. 'Mating Season' – as the pups had affectionately dubbed it – was hard on everyone one. On the imprinted wolves it was worse though, because sometimes...one woman just wasn't enough to satisfy.
Leah knew that one man wasn't enough to satisfy, whether or not they were wolf or human. Still, the wolves lasted longer and the secret smiles shared around Emily and Rachel were totally worth the burning throbbing ache that Paul left in her groin, and the odd aftertaste she allowed Sam to leave in her mouth.
She slid down again, the faintest hint of teeth causing Sam's thighs to tremble with the effort to remain upright. He whimpered, like an excited puppy, and she chuckled. Sam shook harder.
Teeth slipped against the back of her neck, sank in, and Leah came undone. It was such a primal move, Paul holding her with his mouth, his cock, as he rutted against her, rough and wild. She shuddered beneath him, panting whines dying in her throat before they could surface as Sam moved faster, faster, faster.
The boys didn't take much longer than her, and in the end they were a tangled mess of sweat slicked limbs. Sam's hand was stroking the back of Paul's neck absently, as the volatile wolf lapped softly at Leah's perked nipples.
Silence fell upon them and for a moment – for just a single moment – they felt complete.
They weren't greedy – oh fuck it. They were all greedy. They were greedy, nasty, murderous creatures, who were angry, had grudges, and had chips on their shoulders and so fucking what. They deserved to be. They had had their lives ruined, their choices taken from them, and this was the smallest amount of freedom they had. The time when they didn't fight to protect, but they fought their instincts and became what. And so fucking what? What happened in pack, stayed in pack, and they were pack.
They were pack.