Chapter Eight
AN: I know this chapter is a bit short, but it's porny to make up for it. Don't read if you disapprove, but if you do read, then cut me some slack, please! It's not easy to write gender-swapped, animal possession, pseudo-bestiality, and gay sex all at once.
Xander was not pleased with her mate. Not pleased in the slightest. He had argued with her. Her! He had argued with his Alpha! His mate! This would not do.
Xander stalked up to Kyle and circled him, growling. They were in the private part of the den, with the rest of the pack standing guard outside. Kyle shivered.
"So I guess we should talk about this now," said Kyle.
Xander snarled.
"Or not! Or we could not talk and just…glare."
Xander kept stalking. The mate would have to learn a lesson about where his loyalties should lie. She got in closer and nipped at Kyle's throat.
"Yeowch! Can you not do that? Or at least give a guy some warning."
She leaned in, placed her hand on Kyle's ass, whispered, "No," and squeezed.
Kyle yelped. Xander smirked. It was good to be Alpha. There were so many pheromones flying around the room that she was afraid she might sneeze.
Xander stopped prowling and grabbed hold of Kyle. She pushed him down on to the bed and straddled him. The pheromones in the room spiked.
Xander sneezed.
Kyle looked on in confusion.
Xander leaned down and purred in Kyle's ear. "My Pack, my Mate!"
Kyle groaned and arched back. Xander grinned. As much as Kyle might try to deny it, he needed to belong, yearned to belong, needed his Alpha.
"Mine," said Xander (all of Xander). "All mine."
"You're mine too," said Kyle. "Don't you dare forget that."
Xander smiled and bit into the soft flesh of Kyle's shoulder to seal his claim. She heard Kyla gasp, but didn't stop until she tasted the first few drops of blood. She sat up, licking her teeth. Kyle stared in wonder.
Then Kyle rose up and pushed Xander down. "Mine," he said, nuzzling into his Alpha's neck, then bit down on the shoulder.
Xander sneezed again.
So here they were, the Alpha and her Mate. Claimed. Mated. Together.
Xander let out a positively indecent growl.
Kyle blushed furiously.
Xander smirked. Her mate was about to learn all about what these wonderful hairless bodies could do.
Xander wiggled a little bit. Kyle gasped.
Xander frowned. The hyena didn't usually have bits right there…
Oh well. Hot sweaty sex was hot sweaty goodness in any body, and she was pretty sure it worked about the same too.
Kyle couldn't breathe right. Good. Xander tilted up and licked the tangy musky (tasty!) sweat that had beaded, a long strip to Kyle's shoulder, and there could be fewer pants now.
Stupid body with its stupid clothes.
Now they were both naked, and that was good, very good, because there was skin everywhere, sweating and smelling and tasting. Skin sliding along other skin, which was really just fantastic.
Oh. Kyle's hands were wrapping around the strange bits and it felt like he was pulling the breath out of her.
Maybe Xander should be doing the same?
Xander reached out her hands to reciprocated, but then snatched them back. Hang on! Xander was Alpha here! Xander should be the one in charge.
Xander nipped at Kyle again, and the hands stilled. Xander wanted to whine, but stopped himself. Kyle looked at his Alpha expectantly and she reveled in it.
Then she looked at him expectantly.
He looked back.
She kept looking.
So did he.
She glared, flicked her eyes down to their mutually enflamed crotches and looked back at him.
"What?" he said.
Xander sighed. So she would have to explain this after all. Poor innocent, young Mate.
"Mount me," she said.
"What!" shrieked Kyle.
Talking did not appear to be working.
Xander raised her arm to her mouth and bit the flesh until it bled in strong rivulets, streaming down her chin. She covered her hand with blood and slipped it down between her thighs to her hole.
There was the recognition in Kyle's eyes.
Xander pushed her fingers in and that was really, really good. Different, with new tightening in odd places, and a spot that made her feel full of lightning when she touched it.
Kyle was excited now that he understood, and Xander indulged that. She pulled her hand away and coated him in blood. He was too excited to be fully aware, but he breathed quickly as she pulled him into her.
And they were joined, complete. Xander resisted the urge to purr, and instead gave in to the urge to move.
She rose up and pushed back down and Kyle seemed to get the idea after a bit. He started thrusting, which was just right.
Xander was suddenly glad for the headboard so that she had something to grip when Kyle sped up suddenly.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
The friction was perfect—head-bumping, sweaty, messy goodness and she was loving it.
She raked her claws down his back. She bit at his arms. She reveled.
Thump.
Thump.
Whack.
And then there was the downside to headboards. They were hard. Ow. Her head hurt. But not enough to stop.
Thump.
Thump.
Messy human sex was fun.