A/N: This is just a little idea I was kicking around a few months ago and never published. It's been languishing in my junk file ever since. It is gratuitous, unapologetic, and indulgent in the extreme. I hope reading it makes you squirm as much as I did writing it. Enjoy!

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Inspiration for this one-shot: "Little Red Riding Hood" by Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs.

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Petrichor: A Party of Four

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After a quick rinse-off and warm up in the new outdoor shower the pack built over the weekend, Paul grabbed a towel and a pair of shorts from the trunk Jake and Bella kept on the screen porch for the pack. He slipped the shorts on and eased the screen door open, slipping quietly into the old restaurant reception hall that would serve as a kind of man cave for the pack now. It had easy access to the forest and the outdoor shower Bella and Leah had insisted was a priority (with a water heater that made water hot enough for even a wolf to feel it). The pack could let themselves in from the basement walk-out patio without disturbing the Alpha and Beta couples upstairs in the main residence.

The old lodge was working out really well as a pack house. When Jake and Bella decided to start commuting to Port A that autumn for courses at the U-Dub satellite campus with Leah and Embry, the four of them took the next logical step and started looking for a place to live together. Four roommates sharing one space would make having their own place that much more affordable.

At least, that was the story they passed around the rez and fed to the council at the time.

Billy knew what the real deal was and he was concerned that if they moved off the rez, they might never be fully accepted by the tribe. He pushed Jake, Embry, and Leah to petition the council for either a land or housing grant. There were plenty of old homes on the rez that would have been a cinch for the pack to fix up in a matter of a few weeks. Then Leah remembered that there was an old lodge that the tribe used as a substitute for the tribal council center when they were kids when the new hall was being built in the center of the rez. The lodge was once a small hotel, playing host to hunters in the fall and winter, and hikers and beach goers in the warmer months back in the 60s. There were a half dozen or more guest rooms on the second and third floors, an old restaurant and bar on the bottom floor that had been studiously maintained by the tribe for special events like indoor weddings, a couple of massive stone fire places, and lots of open space. There were also a bunch of private cabins on the property that just needed a little TLC. They could be rented out or used by other members of the pack.

It would be the perfect space for the pack to gather, so Jake put in the request on behalf of himself, Embry, and Leah, and waited. Elders Ateara and Black jumped on the idea and pushed the other members of the Council of Elders to grudgingly grant their request.

Paul was seriously considering Jake's offer to renovate one of the old private rental cabins for himself. He could be close to the pack, have his own space, and get away from the memories of his fucked up childhood in his parents' old place. The more he thought about it, the more appealing it sounded. Not to mention, living nearby meant having an open invitation for most meals.

Bella and Embry were awesome cooks.

Bella insisted he and the other wolves stop by to crash for a few hours and have breakfast with them after early morning patrols anyway. Jake and Emb had assured him that he was welcome any time-that he wouldn't disturb the four of them sleeping in their rooms on the third floor if he did, but he still tried to keep the noise to a minimum. He respected that the Alpha didn't share his space with just anyone and that their living arrangements might make them leery of unannounced visitors at off-hours.

He just wanted to nap on the couch in the den for now. He knew Bella would be pissed that he hadn't taken one of the guest rooms they were renovating, but then she'd want to fluff the pillows, air the bedding, and put out fresh towels or some shit like that-treat him like a real guest.

He wasn't comfortable with her going to all that trouble for him, no matter how sincere she was about it being no trouble. It made his shoulder blades itch. She was such a, such a ... pack mom. She mothered him and he both loved it and hated it because he had no idea how to respond to it. He'd never been babied or fussed over before and, besides, Bella was younger than him. He knew her mom was kind of a flake and a drunk, and that Bella had all but raised herself. The last thing she needed now that she was out on her own was to be taking care of an entire pack of teenage wolves.

Maybe there was something he could do to help her? He'd give it some thought.

He turned the corner and stooped slightly to duck under the mistletoe in the low stone arched doorway of the newly-renovated den.

His breath caught and his heart sped up at the erotic tableau that was laid out before him. He had to rub his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

Embry sat, naked, on the deep tobacco-colored leather couch, head tipped back, mouth open. His face was relaxed in the soft lines of sleep. His arms were wrapped tenderly around a practically naked Bella. Emb's biceps and shoulders were scored with a criss-cross of deep, red scratches that were still healing. Even in sleep and covered with rosy welts, he held Bella gently, like she was the most fragile, precious thing in his world.

Bella sat astride Embry's lap, head resting in the crook of his neck, lips pressed to his throat in her sleep. Her long mahogany hair was a mess from Embry's hands. The thick disorderly curls nearly obscured his view of the bright red scratch marks and faint bruising in the shape of Embry's long fingers that marred the usually creamy, smooth skin of her back.

Her face was gently flushed with a tinge of pink, her expression totally blissed-out from her exertions.

Paul knew that look well from his own sexcapades since he'd phased; she was freshly-fucked and all tuckered out. It looked like it had been a pretty wild ride, too, judging by the scratches and bruising.

She wore nothing but sheer black stockings with that fuck-hot back seam that always made Paul drool and a satiny red garter belt. He looked closer. Printed all over the satin garter belt were little bunches of mistletoe. He chuckled darkly, imagining all the kissing that had happened under that mistletoe the previous night.

She cuddled Emb, her knees bent at either side of his waist, toes curled and tucked under his thighs. A scrap of red silk and a pair of tiny black leather stilettos that could only have fit Bella lay jumbled on the floor at the end of the couch.

Embry had one hand resting on her bare ass below the sleek garter belt, his first two fingers snugged between her cheeks, holding her firmly in place. The other hand grasped the nape of her neck under her hair, just above a dark purple bruise in the shape of a bite mark. Paul could see it yellowing as it healed. Bella's arms were draped lightly around Embry's shoulders, cradling him in return.

Paul's eyebrows shot up as he noticed one final detail; Bella appeared to have red and green glitter and flaky, dried cum all over her back. The kinky little freak.

Speaking of kinky freaks . . .

At their feet, sprawled out together on the floor in front of the couch under the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree in the corner, were Jake and Leah, both bare-assed naked except for the black silk stockings tied like handcuffs around Leah's wrists in a big pretty bow.

That was a Christmas bow Paul thought he'd have enjoyed opening, wrapped around the enticing gift of a nude Leah.

She lay mostly on her stomach and left side, hands tucked into her chest, one knee bent slightly out to the side; the beautiful, burnished-red skin of her lush ass glowed still with a hint of pink in the shape of Jake's hand.

Leah lets Jake spank her? Paul's eyes widened in awe.

He glanced back up to Bella and Embry, noticing her bottom had a hint of pink handprints, too. He had to adjust his dick in his shorts when he let his mind wander to the possibility that they'd gotten those spankings together while they watched each other or maybe even side-by-side.

A dreamy grin crossed his features. Paul was definitely an ass man, through and through.

Jake lay nearly face-down as well, one leg hitched up a little over Leah, his body partially covering her as if to shield her nudity even in sleep. His left arm, bent, cradled her head, preventing it from resting directly on the plush, second-hand rug below. His right arm was slung possessively over her hip, but his open hand cupped the lower part of Embry's calf, connecting the four of them even at rest.

Paul's eyes nearly fell out of his head when he noticed the dried cum flaking off of Jake's back, too.

Holy shit, he thought. I knew, I mean, of course, I knew, but I . . . I never realized . . . They really do fuck each other and each others' girls. Wow. Paul's mind was blown.

Paul didn't think there was anybody he'd ever been that comfortable with in his life. When he really thought about it, he realized he thought of the four of them as a unit these days. Like a couple, only more. He thought they were lucky to have each other to rely on. No revulsion on his part. Certainly no jealousy. He was happy for them, for his pack. He'd never had any kind of real family, much less that kind of support.

He did envy them the love and companionship, though. He thought he'd like a family, someday, too.

A glance around the room showed clothing had been hastily removed and tossed haphazardly, laying wherever it fell in their hurry to undress one another after the pack's big Christmas party the night before.

Paul had gone, too, but had left early to run his patrol, relieving Quil at two o'clock that morning. He'd been spending less and less time lately trawling the seedier clubs, hooking up with his usual types of dates-easy and desperate. Anyone not looking for a long-term relationship was his type. Ever since he decided to follow Jake as Alpha, he'd felt like there was something-someone, rather-better out there, waiting for him.

He'd become content since then, waiting to see what hand fate dealt him. Would he imprint soon because his wolf was eager to be rid of him or would he find a mate who would accept him and his mark? He hoped it was the latter. He was actually becoming eager to find love the old fashioned way and he wasn't sure he could stop phasing any time soon anyway. He didn't have that kind of control yet.

A throat clearing brought an end to his quiet reverie.

It was Jake, eyes still closed, whispering against the soft skin of Leah's shoulder, "Everything okay, man?"

"Huh?" Paul started, then dropped his voice as he snapped his eyes up to the ceiling to avoid staring, "Yeah, sorry, man. Didn't mean to barge in on you guys. Bells said I should just crash here whenever and, well . . . I was just going to take advantage of a hot shower and a quick nap before breakfast. Um . . . Hey, man, you got a little- I mean, there's something on your ba- Listen, I should go-"

"Dude, relax," Jake breathed softly, leaning over Leah to pull a soft cotton throw from the stack of blankets under the end table. He flicked it open over her motionless form.

Paul judiciously studied the Christmas decorations hanging from the low coffered ceiling, deliberately not dropping his eyes to look at his cum-covered Alpha no matter his order to relax. Paul thought the white things woven into the evergreen garlands dangling from the ceiling must be mistletoe, too. Huh. Somebody decked the shit out of Jake and Emb's man cave with the mistletoe. He really didn't want to think about why the guys' space was dripping with bouquets of kissing weeds.

Sometimes, there were things a guy did did not want to know were happening under the mistletoe between two of his friends. This was one of those times.

"You're pack. We told you that you were welcome anytime and we meant it. This is all on us. We shouldn't have passed out down here. We know better; with half a dozen single guys coming and going at all hours of the day and night, we should have moved to the master bedroom down here, at least. Grab a seat out at the bar. I'll join you in a minute," Jake instructed, tucking the blanket around Leah and removing the stocking bindings from her wrists. He leaned over to whisper softly and nipped at her ear, grazing a hot hand down her back, "I'll be back in a bit to take you to bed."

She hummed a little "m'kay, Jay" and curled up on her side, pulling Jake's rumpled dress shirt from the floor by her head up to her face and inhaling deeply before she relaxed into a more restful slumber.

Embry roused slightly as Paul was about to walk out - just enough to accept the blanket Jake was holding out to lay over them. Embry adjusted it to cover Bella's bare back more fully, then wrapped his arms over the top of the blanket, tucking her into his body and shifting to stretch out on the couch. Jake brushed a hand tenderly over Embry's temple as he settled back down.

Embry leaned into the touch, a muted lupine rumble emitting from his throat.

Jake was only a few seconds behind Paul as he crossed the room to the old bar in the now-defunct restaurant with its polished, dark, wood-paneled walls, brass rails, and sparkling glasses.

Paul looked around in admiration. the four of them had really put a lot of elbow grease into this place over the last few months.

Thankfully, Jake had pulled on some boxers and a t-shirt before joining him, Paul noticed, so he wouldn't have to think about Embry's midnight deposit all over Jake's back.

Paul still wasn't sure where to look, though. He'd just realized that his Beta was most likely fucking his Alpha and maybe vice versa. The wolf and Paul were having trouble wrapping their shared minds around it.

Paul looked at the floor. He figured that was the safest bet.

Jake slapped him on the back and laughed quietly as he took the seat beside him at the bar, "Don't spend too much time trying to figure out how it works. You'll give yourself an aneurysm."

Paul nodded in consternation, his brows drawing together, deep in thought, "Yeah. Man, I knew. I guess I just didn't process it until now. You, Leah, and Emb keep such a tight lid on your thoughts when you're phased, you know?"

Jake 'hmm'ed in response, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, hands clasped between them, waiting for Paul to continue. He knew there would be questions when they stopped hiding the true nature of his and Emb's part of their unique foursome.

There was something Paul had to know, though, "Your wolf is happy? I mean, he's okay with it?"

Jake looked thoughtful for a second like he was double-checking with his wolf, "My wolf loves Embry like he loves Leah. My love for Bella is different. There's some woo-woo Alpha's mate mojo going on there that nothing trumps, but the wolf views all three of them as our mates. He wants to please them and revels in the pleasure they bring us. So do I. I'm not suggesting the wolf can never be wrong, but if it harms no one, we're all consenting adults, and it brings us any measure of happiness, who am I to judge what the wolf spirits have in store for us?"

Paul nodded in understanding, "Yeah, I get that. Listen, I'm sorry I just walked in here. If I'd just stopped and listened at the door to make sure this floor was clear, I would have known not to walk in."

Jake smiled, "Don't sweat it. I'm sure it won't be the last time you walk in on us. We don't have much control over the where and when of it yet when the four of us are together. We seem to just amp each other up and lose all sense of cognitive reasoning in the heat of the moment. More woo-woo wolf mojo." Jake shrugged at the end of his explanation. It was the best they'd come up with so far.

"Maybe that's the way it's supposed to be. The four of you all together like this-it has to have some kind of mystical significance, right? It would probably be difficult to harness-like right on the edge of out of control, whatever it is. There's something else. Have you noticed you just used the words 'cognitive reasoning'? I mean, you're only seventeen, almost eighteen, and all of a sudden you, Emb, and Leah sound like Bella - like you're years older and way smarter than the usual rez kid with a GED."

Jake's mouth popped open in surprise. He hadn't noticed until Paul pointed it out. Maybe there was more to this than the mystical stuff they'd only guessed at so far. He knew Bella was crazy smart, like genius smart-always had been. Was it possible they were getting some kind of feedback from her? Could she be sharing some of her innate gifts with them, too?

Paul scratched his head while he mulled over a possible solution for the more immediate problem, "Um ... about me walking in. Uh, maybe we should put up a sign by the outdoor shower since we all use it before we come in the house after phasing-a reminder to check that the coast is clear before barging in. It is your home, after all. You should be able to have sex wherever the hell you want with your mates without us barging in all the time. Hell, we could even knock like normal people for once!"

Jake laughed, grinning broadly and nodding his head once emphatically, "Knocking on the door. Novel concept. Maybe I should just put the old customer warning bell back on the door, too."

"There you go," Paul chuckled. "The alternative is dog collars with bells on them for the pups." He winked. "Listen, you should probably get the girls up to bed before anybody else stumbles in and gets the free show I got. The girls won't be happy that I saw them as it is. Imagine if Seth were to walk in here right now . . . ?"

Jake cringed, "Good point. Take one of the spare bedrooms up at this end, Paul. I'll get Emb to help me move the girls to the room down the other end."

"The master? Is that one done yet?" Paul quirked a brow at him.

"Almost. It's the only bed we'll all fit in together down here. We don't sleep well when we're apart, so we don't if we can avoid it. We got most of it out of our systems last night anyway. We're only going to sleep-mostly," he winked lasciviously.

"Whatever, dude. I need a nap. Try not to wake me when you bugger Embry later in retaliation for the crusty back. I have delicate virgin ears," Paul teased.

Jake laughed, "I'll make sure to clamp a hand over his big mouth while I'm at it. He's a moaner."

"TMI! Holy fuck! Way too much information!" Paul threw his hands up to cover those delicate virgin ears of his. La-la-la-ing, he took off to grab a bottle of water from the kitchen.

Jake returned to the den, padding in on silent feet to avoid disturbing the girls and laying a hand on Emb's shoulder to wake him gently, "Time for bed. Give me a hand with the girls?"

Embry nodded, shifting his hold on Bella and wrapping her legs around his waist. He rose to his feet and waited for Jake. Bella snuggled deeper into his warm embrace. He stroked her glossy hair and shifted his other hand lower under her rear, taking a second to enjoy the opportunity to stroke the exposed, dewy, pink folds. They dripped with the copious combined efforts of himself and Jake from the previous night. Bella hummed with pleasure and squirmed delightedly over his searching digits. She smelled incredible covered as she was in their scents.

"You'll get more of that later," he promised her with a kiss. "You need some rest now."

She gave a little nod and kissed his throat.

Jake eased Leah's arms into his dress shirt for modesty's sake and hoisted her easily into his bulging arms, her soaked, sticky thighs resting on his forearm. He could feel the heat from her drenched pussy pulsing against his sensitive skin. His and Embry's cum seeped, glistening, from her soaked slit with every step of the short trip across the wide hall to the largest of the spare bedrooms. Jake inhaled that heavenly scent of hers indulgently, opening his mouth and pulling the scent over his tongue to taste as well as scent her.

No one could accuse he and Embry of ignoring the spirits' mandate to increase the size of the pack and their tribe with their mates. Jake himself would be shocked if one of the girls didn't end up pregnant in the next few months or so. His wolf was rabid to fill Bella and Leah with his seed. He wanted them soaked in it, drowning in it, until one of them swelled with the first pack pup.

Embry's wolf felt the same, he knew. Leah's sex drive was nearly as great as Bella's these days. She couldn't even phase in with anyone other than Jake or Embry, so consumed were her she-wolf's thoughts with lust for their cocks and cum. It could be a little unnerving, that constant lustful intensity. The markings had only increased that intensity ten-fold in their lusty female mates.

Jake hoped that intensity would settle a little with pregnancy. They would need a lot more sleep to grow a healthy pup than they were getting in this first, frenzied mating season.

Paul was just emerging from the kitchen, but halted in the doorway to offer the foursome the illusion of privacy when he realized they were crossing the hall. Jake cradled Leah in his arms and Bella was wrapped around Embry, arms and legs clamped around him like a Rhesus monkey. The blanket that he'd wrapped around her bare back slipped away as he walked, giving Paul the full view of Embry's rock hard, massive cock rubbing wetly beneath Bella's juicy pink folds.

Paul lowered his eyes to the floor in a show of submission and respect to the Alpha and Beta pairs. He closed himself off in one of the nearly-finished spare rooms. Tossing his shorts over a chair, he crawled naked between the sheets. Bella refused to skimp to save money by buying cheap sheets. She always got the high thread-count ones because she liked how they felt on her skin now that she could hardly stand to wear clothes, too. The marking had increased her resting temperature to slightly warmer than a wolf's. Paul understood her obsession with the sheets, though. The high thread-count made even cotton feel like cool silk against his heated skin.

Each bed had a quilt, too, hand-made by Bella's Aunt Molly or her Grandma Swan-not that any of the wolves needed a quilt.

Paul lay there for a few minutes, thinking over his unexpected discovery in the den that morning. His dick throbbed and he knew he'd have to deal with it before he could even think about sleep. He threw back the quilt, rubbing the moisture that beaded on the tip of his painfully hard cock down his length. He couldn't shake the amazing mental image of Bella's tiny pink pussy cradling Embry's huge dick.

He tightened his grip and used his other hand to press the sensitive spot under his balls, prolonging his pleasure, tugging and grunting, his imagination running wild. He was assaulted with images of Jake flipping Leah over onto her bound hands and knees so he could ride her hot she-wolf puss hard, giving her a few stinging slaps to heighten her pleasure as he pistoned in and out of her at inhuman speed.

She could take that kind of pounding, too. She'd want it - the rough, feral fuck and the punishing slaps. Her wolf would demand it.

A hint of pain would make the pleasure so much sweeter, Paul thought, pounding his slick cock mercilessly in his thick fist, as one last image pushed him over the edge; Leah nibbling and finger-fucking Bella's juicy, pink pussy while Embry reamed Leah's ass and Jake rode Embry, the four of them wailing in the throes of ecstasy together, slicked with sweat and reeking of wolf pheromones.

Paul had to bite his lip to keep from shouting when he erupted; thick jets of cum spilling all over his fist and stomach. He couldn't contain the throaty, satisfied moan that escaped, however. His vision went gray and he nearly blacked out from the intensity. It was overwhelming.

He found some tissues on the night stand and cleaned up, not wanting to mess up the sheets.

Just as he pulled the covers up and turned on his side to close his eyes, Paul heard Embry whisper from the far end of the hall, "Sounded like a good one, man."

Paul smiled.

Jake whispered back with a quiet laugh, "Yeah, his spank bank was overflowing with images from this morning. He'll be out for a few hours."

Paul chuckled quietly and drifted off to sleep, nestled snug in the bed, visions of tender pink flesh, erect coral nipples, and glistening dusky skin dancing in his head.

It sure as shit beat visions of sugar plums.

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Ha-cha-cha! I know what you pervs were thinkin'! Muahaha! So, here it is, a smutty foursome one-shot where no one gets any action except for Paul and his date, Miss Righty. ;) Leave me some love in a review! If there's enough interest, I might turn this one into a multi-chapter fic!

End note: Just a reminder, my other fic, the multi-chapter story, Yours, Mine, Ours, has been nominated for Best Erotica and I've been nominated for Best Breakthrough Author in the Fandom Choice Awards, among a couple of other nominations. It's such an honor! If you haven't voted yet, you should head over there when you're done reading and reviewing this one-shot and cast your vote! the fandom choice awards dot blogspot dot com

"Yours, Mine, Ours" has also been nominated in the Fanfic-n-tastic Awards Twilight Edition for Best Alternate Universe, Best Kiss, Hottest Lemon, and Most Alpha-Worthy Wolf! Voting is still open at fanfic-n-tastic dot blogspot dot com slash p slash vote dot html

This one-shot, formerly title Little Red & Her Big Bad Wolves: A Party of Four, is my smutty entry in the Tricky Raven Annual Holiday Contest for Artists and Authors. My un-smutty entry is my other one-shot, called Holidaze. The voting window for that contest opens at midnight on December 22nd and closes at 11PM EST on December 23rd. Winners will be announced on December 24th. Put it on your calendar now to remind yourself to vote then! I will do my best to remember to post a follow-up to this as a reminder to vote beginning on the 22nd at midnight! Thanks for all your support! ~ChrissiHR