The next day, I ran home for my lunch break. I knew that Leah would have a few hours before she started her shift at the diner.
She was walking toward the house from the woods when I arrived. She seemed to be aware of me before I made a sound.
"Sam?" She was looking around for me.
"Right here, Lee-lee." I said from across the street, just in the trees. "Want to go see Billy? We should ask about our necks."
She ran to me. She jumped on me and started kissing me. What a greeting! She pulled her face away after a few seconds. "Carry me like you used to so I can make out with you on the way."
I ran her through the woods while she clung to me. We were at the Black's house in a few minutes. I might have been moving slowly to enjoy her for longer.
We knocked on the Black's door and heard Billy's deep voice come from within. "Come in." He said. I opened the door for Leah and followed her in. "Sam and Leah Uley! Leah, I'm so sorry about your dad."
"Thank you," she said, "but that's not why we're here."
"No I imagine not," Billy said. He gestured for us to sit down with him at the kitchen table. I pulled out a chair for Leah, then sat beside her.
"Billy," I began, "after Leah became a wolf, when we made love for the first time after, we bit each other. Now she's bit me before but this was different. We did it at the same time and in the same place like it was an instinct. The bite mark feels funny and it is scarred."
"Oh, cool!" He said, but I could see a fear in his eyes. "Can I see?"
We both turned our neck toward him and leaned forward.
"Can I touch it?" He asked.
"No!" We said in unison. I smiled at Leah and continued. "It is very sensitive to touch."
Leah shivered. "And it makes my skin crawl, thinking of someone else touching Sam there, even you, Billy."
"Fantastic!" Billy declared, the fear mostly subsided. "As it should be. So you have questions?"
"Yeah," I said. "Why did we bite each other? What does it mean?"
"It is the mark. What we know of it is mostly considered apocryphal, but I have always known there was some truth to the stories, so I refused to let them be forgotten during my lifetime, despite Old Quil's urging me to do so. The legend is that some wolf packs get an alpha female, if they are badly needed. That pack would be met with grave danger but they always overcame it, thanks to the wisdom and team building of the alpha female."
"The alpha male and female were always a mated pair," Billy continued, "and they all had these marks on their necks. The marks proved ownership, each over their mate. The stories implied that the alpha female was highly desired by her pack, but the mark prevented the other wolves from pursuing her."
"How can we make her not highly desired?" I asked, already unimpressed that this was our fate. It pissed me off the way the pack was looking at her yesterday. They had hungry eyes, all but Seth.
Billy laughed. "You can't. But you can rest assured that the wolves will not pursue her. She has been claimed."
I looked over to Leah, my woman, but she looked uncomfortable. "What if I don't want to be claimed like property?" She asked.
Of course that bugged her. I should have known.
Billy answered, "it is mutual. He is yours just as much as you are his. Tell me, do women ever approach him?"
Leah huffed. "I don't like taking him out in public because of it."
"What?" I blurted out.
"And he's oblivious about it," she threw up her hands in frustration, "which is kind of sweet but also makes me feel a little crazy," she continued.
"How would you like it if they cut it out?" Billy asked.
"That'd be great," she smiled.
"They'll still look at him," Billy cautioned, "but they won't dare to approach him romantically whether you are there or not."
"Cool. Will this impact my waitressing?" Leah asked. "I have to be friendly to everyone, even guys who I know are staring at my chest the whole time. But some of them ask me out. Will they cut that out?"
"Yes," Billy said smiling. "Have you not worked since he marked you?"
"No, my first shift is this afternoon."
"I think you'll be pleased with the difference," Billy assured her.
"Will I get less tips though?"
Fucking Leah. Always asking the important questions.
"I suspect you'll get more," Billy said with a chuckle. "They'll be intimidated and want to impress you. Sam, maybe you could go in for a coffee. See if Leah notices a change in how women treat you."
"I don't want him glaring at my customers!" Leah exclaimed.
"I won't glare." I promised, smirking. She was right, as always. I did have the tendency to glare. "I would like to see you in action, Leah. It's been a while since I've been in while you were working."
"You better not glare," she said sternly.
"Anything else you can tell us about the bite, Billy?" I asked.
"Actually no," Billy said, "I am hoping that you can educate me on the bite. The legends say it makes you stronger in your wolf magic but I was hoping you two could enlighten me."
"I could tell when he was approaching earlier, but I couldn't smell him or hear him or see him yet." Leah stated.
"So it's like a GPS for the two of you. Interesting. Anything else?"
"We could feel each other's emotions during love making." I said.
Billy's eyes went wide. I saw fear in his eyes again. "Wow, that sounds… wow. And you two have been in the pack mind together?"
"Yes, both alone and with others," I answered. "I think I speak for us both when I say it is much more enjoyable when it is just the two of us."
Leah nodded.
Billy had a sweet smile on his face but the fear was still underneath it. "That is good." After a moment, he said, "please let me know any other effects that you notice. Your story will be passed down to future packs and the more information, the better."
"Ok, Billy," Leah said, "thank you for helping my mom with the funeral this week."
"Oh, I haven't done much. But I will be officiating. Charlie Swan has done most of the event planning."
"Well, I appreciate it all the same," Leah said, standing to go.
I stood with her and shook Billy's hand. "Jake told us what Old Quil said about Leah phasing. He told us what you said too. I want to thank you for that."
"I didn't say it as flattery," he explained. "Every time there has been an alpha female, it brought forth a time of peace and prosperity to the tribe. You have my full confidence."
"Thank you anyway," I said as we left.
When we got to the woods, I desperately wanted to take her against a tree but I didn't know if we'd have time. Then she jumped on me and started grinding against me. I could not deny her.
LPOVSam had me against a tree. His thumb, his mouth, his cock, these were his instruments of pleasure. I was in heaven.
Just before he came, he pulled out. He spread his semen on my belly and breasts and back and ass and again. He spread it on my neck and face too. Then he ran his semen smeared fingers through my hair.
"Ew!" I squealed. "Not in my hair!"
"It's good for your hair," he said, distractedly. "This isn't because I don't trust you, Leah. It's a need somehow. I know you're going to be near other men and I need you to smell like me."
"I'm going to take a shower since you put it in my hair."
"Noted," he said, still distractedly rubbing it into the skin in my breasts. "I won't put it in your hair next time. But you'll still smell like me, even after a shower. I just don't want to make more work for you, having to shower twice."
"Is there an equivalent that I can do to you?" I asked, kind of excited.
"You can lick me," he said, now rubbing the semen into the skin on my arms.
I licked his whole face and he smiled brightly at the sensation. Then I licked his neck and behind his ears. I was still pinned to the tree so that was all I could reach.
I pushed him back to free myself. I licked from his wrist up to his neck on both sides. I went up his spine, front and back. I licked from his ankle to his hip, both sides, then I took his manhood into my mouth.
"That already smells like you," he said.
I didn't care. I felt it harden in my mouth and I wanted to feel it in me. I slowly let it slide out of my mouth. "I want you to fuck my face." I said.
"You sure?"
I nodded. I had already slid him all the way in, deep down my throat, which I could never do before without gagging.
He started thrusting into me but he was just pushing my head back. I grabbed his hand and put it on the back of my head. He held my head firmly in place while he fucked me. I caressed the underside of his shaft with my tongue.
"Leah, I'm gonna…" he started to pull out so I put my hands on his tight ass and held him in place so he released down my throat.
I milked him for every last drop, then stood and kissed him. "I wanted to do that." I said, not wanting this to be a stupid fight.
"I know. I could feel you enjoying it. You enjoying it… Leah, that was awesome."
"Good. I've got to get ready for work. And you might be late for work already."
I kissed him again and then started jogging toward the house.
"It was worth it," he called after me.
SPOVI went to the diner half an hour before closing and sat at the counter. Leah came out from the back. Her button up uniform shirt was only buttoned up her belly and it was left open over her chest. She had a t-shirt underneath. I imagine she was boiling hot wearing two shirts but she didn't look annoyed. She just looked sexy as hell, with her boobs on display like that. I imagine she'll be getting great tips, but it was going to be difficult not to glare.
"What can I get you, handsome?" She asked me, standing on the other side of the counter across from me.
"I'll have a medium coffee, black." I said, staring at her chest, "Leah, that shirt doesn't fit you."
"I know. My boss accused me of getting a boob job," she said, giving me a wry grin.
"Did you let her cop a feel to prove they were real?" I asked, meeting her eyes.
"Ha! No. I told her I was taking new birth control and swelling was a side effect. She asked me for the brand name." She was stifling a giggle. "But she has to order me a new shirt. It's going to be over a week before it arrives."
"My mom might be able to tailor that for you." I offered. My mom always had a terrible time finding clothes that fit her right so she was always tailoring things for herself. She usually has to tighten things, but I'm sure she could let this out for Leah.
"You think so? How will we explain the change?"
"We can tell her it's birth control too. She doesn't work tomorrow so you could visit her during lunch."
"That would be great." She said, pouring my coffee. "I've got to tend to my tables now. No glaring," she reminded me.
I stared into my coffee, listening and not watching. I knew that if I watched, I would glare. She was friendly with everyone but not flirty. The men around the diner were also very friendly with her, and the women were too, which was surprising. I didn't drink my coffee, just stared at it as a focal point.
Of course no women approached me either. I didn't know what she was talking about with that.
When the door was locked for closing, she sat next to me. "Come here often?" she asked me.
I smiled at her. "What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"
She smiled back at me. "You ready?"
"Always." I chugged my now cold coffee and followed her out the door.
I got into her little sedan and held her hand as she drove us home.
"Was there a difference in how women…" I didn't want to finish the question. The whole thing made me uncomfortable.
She nodded smugly in the dim light from the car's dashboard. "Definitely. A few were looking at you but none sat with you or left their numbers."
"That doesn't happen!"
"It does! Every other time you've come to the diner it has happened! I just pick those slips of paper with their numbers and throw them away. They're usually on receipt paper, written with my pen. That always pisses me off, them using my shit to hit on you."
I rolled my eyes but I was glad that she couldn't see it in the dark car. I don't remember any of that ever happening but she clearly did. "Ok. How were the tips?" I asked.
"Double the usual for a Wednesday," she said coolly.
"No shit," I said. "I'm not surprised with the way that shirt fits you," I teased. "You look so hot."
"From women, too, women that I am confident are straight. People were different towards me. I don't know how to explain it. The cook filled my orders really fast and the manager, Debra was… I don't know how to explain it."
"It's respect, Leah." I said. "I noticed it too, when I first phased."
"Did it happen to all the guys or just us?" She asked.
"Both. All the guys had the physical changes that made people a little afraid of them. Fear and respect look very similar on the surface." I ran my finger through my hair, nervous about how she'd take the next part.
"But we're the alphas and it's not just fear," I continued. "We're not alphas over anyone at the diner but there is still something in them that recognizes us as authority. That makes them crave our approval. Sort of like how people treat Billy, even if they don't know that he's chief."
"Oh. Then why was Jake such an ass hole?" She asked.
"That's just who he is, I think. Or maybe he's trying to deny that there is any authority, like your dad did. Me having authority, it didn't fit with your dad's world view. So he was able to ignore it."
"Huh," she said. I could tell she was thinking about all that.
"You don't like it, making money that way?" I guessed.
"Yeah, it doesn't feel honest at all."
"I get that. I had not put much thought into it until Billy said he thought your tips would increase. But I think you are providing a service of sorts, kind of like a pastor or a police officer."
"It's nothing like that! If the council paid us for our work as protectors, I'd accept that, but this is… it's different."
"What do you want to do about it? You could work construction in the afternoons with me and Paul."
"I don't know. I like working at the diner," Leah said, clearly conflicted.
"If I told you the tips were for the boobs would that make you feel better?"
She laughed. "Maybe, but I'm not sure I'd believe you. Debra the manager was impressed by my boobs but not that impressed. And honestly, I had great boobs before."
"That you did," I agreed.
She pulled the car into our dirt driveway. "We're home," she announced.
"Thanks for telling me." I opened my door and ran to her side to open hers while she fiddled with her bag.
"Thank you, baby," she said, giving me a kiss.
"You hungry?" I asked when we got into the kitchen.
"What do we have?" She asked.
"I made some banana bread loaves. I thought you might want one with your dinner tomorrow night."
"What if I want to work in construction?" She asked.
"Why don't we wait until summer?" I countered. "I was thinking of starting my own crew with any of the pack members who want to pick up some hours. We could get a lot done and split the contract money based on hours worked."
"Are you talking about starting your own business?"
"No, I think I'll still want to be under my uncle's umbrella company, but more independently." I started pulling the banana bread loaves from the fridge, just a couple. "Paul and I have to work at a snail's pace as part of the whole crew. I know I complain about that a lot."
I unwrapped one loaf and handed it to Leah. "If Paul and I could run our own crew with only wolves, we could knock out contracts much faster. I could work it out with my uncle so that we are independent so he doesn't have to oversee us and shit, but we'd still have access to his subcontractors, electricians and plumbers and whatnot. It would be awesome to have you on that crew."
"Under you?" Leah asked, lifting her eyes from the banana bread to meet my own gaze.
"You know I love it when you're under me," I said flirtatiously. "But seriously Leah, we could do it however you want."
"I don't know anything about construction."
"It's not hard. It's 95% grunt work."
"How many loaves did you make? They're great by the way."
"I made a dozen. Want another?" I asked.
She nodded. "So you always want me under you, huh?"
"You know I do." I watched her devour her second loaf of bread.
"I'll stay on at the diner for now, but maybe I should join the construction team before summer, just so I can learn the trade."
"Do you still want to do Special Ed next year?"
"Yeah, I think I do," she said, her mood lifting just thinking about it. "I think this respect thing might really help in that job, you know? If the kids want my approval it might really help them stay on task and try and shit."
"Yeah, I think you're right," I said, caressing her breasts through the shirts. "Can you wear this to bed? Just the top?"
She nodded. "I thought you might like it."
"But let's take off that t-shirt underneath."
LPOVNow that I was a she wolf, I had a limitless appetite, both for food and for Sam.
He was fine with it, though. He said all of the banana bread was for me. He was batch cooking like a pro. And the way he fucked me, it was inhuman. It was feral. Whether fast or slow, our connection was intense.
Some parts of being a wolf were divine. Other parts were a nuisance, like the shirt that wouldn't button over my chest. I called Allison before school to see if it was something she could do.
"Come on over and we'll take a look, sweetie," she told me.
So that's what I did. I loved Allison. She was much more chill than someone would expect if they met Sam first. He had provided a lot of the structure for that household. The less he visited, the more chaotic her home became. That was evident the moment I walked through the door.
I tried on the shirt for her to show her the problem, how it didn't button across my chest anymore.
She looked me up and down, my whole body, not just the chest. She walked around me slowly, taking everything in. There was nothing sexual about her gaze. She was studying me, comparing me to the girl she had known before my change.
"What the hell happened to you Leah?" Allison finally asked. "I know it's not birth control. Sam might think I don't know much but I'm more observant than I let on."
I thought quickly. "Would you believe it was vitamins?" I asked.
She laughed. "No."
"Do I have to tell you in order for you to help me?"
She raised one eyebrow. She looked like Sam when she did that. I had never noticed much of a resemblance between them before because their bodies were so different. She was tiny and he was not.
"Well you can't go to work like that," she said, waving her hand at my chest.
"I wore a t-shirt underneath last night," I explained. "I think it drew more attention to the problem, but at least I was decent."
"I'll help you, Leah. I'd just like to know the truth."
"You should ask Sam." I said. She started taking my measurements at various spots on my chest. She wrote down every measurement she took.
"What does Sam think of this change in you?"
What was I supposed to say to that? "He loves me no matter what I look like, you know that. You did a great job with him, Allison."
She was still taking measurements, but she stopped to look at my face when she said, "I know I did. And you didn't answer the question."
"He loves it," I admitted. "He can't keep his hand off of me. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
She smiled and got back to her measurement. "Are you okay with that?"
"You don't need to worry about me." I said. I wasn't going to tell her how much I loved his hands all over me. "I'm crazier about him than he is about me."
She let out a deep laugh from the belly. "I doubt that." Then she was rummaging around in her fabric scraps, trying to find something that would look right with my top. She pulled out a large swath of blue fabric that was nearly an exact match.
"I wanted to make a top with this years ago and never got around to it. It's perfect, don't you think?"
I held it up against the work shirt to see how well the color matched. No one would be able to see that it was different. "Yes, wow, it really is a perfect match."
"Take that off and I'll get to work. It shouldn't take me more than forty minutes."
Forty minutes? I knew she was amazing. She had been sewing for my entire life. "That's awesome. Can I do some tidying up as a thank you?"
"Have at it." She said, waving me away. "Sam gets mad at me for not keeping up with things but why keep up with it if no one visits?"
"Hmmm. I see your point." I really didn't, but I had talked with her enough to know not to pick a fight, especially when she was doing me a favor. She was stubborn like Sam. There would be no convincing her to tend her home for her own benefit.
I did the dishes, picked up laundry that was scattered around the house, scrubbed the counters and table, dusted, swept, and vacuumed. Then I started in the bathroom.
"Sam usually slows down when I'm in the room. You know, so he doesn't look suspicious," she commented.
Shit. I forgot about that. "Do you want me to slow down so I don't look suspicious?" I asked.
"It's too late for that so just carry on. Have you considered offering a maid service?"
"No. You sure you don't want me to slow down?"
"I'm sure. You're getting to the good part."
I had just started in the bathroom. I guess that's what she meant by the good part. I was scrubbing the bathroom sink when she said, "Come out here and try this on. It's not done, but if it fits right, I'll sew it up properly."
It fit like a glove.
Her bathroom wasn't that bad but it looked a lot better when I was done.
I tried on the shirt now that it was sewn up properly, not held together with safety pins. "Thank you for doing this, Allison, you did an awesome job."
"It's my pleasure, and don't be a stranger. It's a bit lonely without Sam around."
"Doesn't he visit you?" I asked. He said he visited, so this was a surprise.
"He comes for dinner sometimes when you're working but he didn't come last night so it's been almost a week." Almost a week! Poor Allison. No wonder the house was such a mess. But that was in line with what Sam said, so no worries there.
"Oh, I think that's my fault. He was baking for me last night and then he came to the diner to see me."
"Sounds about right. I'll call him and see if he can come today. But you are welcome too, Leah. You're a sweet girl and I love you, ok? And you can tell me anything. Then I won't have to speculate."
She had never told me that she loved me before but I always knew that she did. It did not escape my notice that she said that before asking her to tell my secret.
"I love you too, and I hope Sam comes and visits today." I gave her a quick hug and left.
SPOVI was waiting on the couch when Leah pulled into the driveway after her shift. She came in and plopped down next to me.
"How was your day?" She asked, running her fingers up the back of my neck and into my hair.
"It was good." I said. "I had dinner with my mother."
Her fingers froze in place for a moment, then continued massaging my scalp. "Good. She did an awesome job with my shirt, see?"
She stuck out her huge boobs to accentuate the work.
"I see." I said, transfixed by them. But I couldn't let her distract me, no matter how hot she was. I dragged my eyes back up to hers. "She also told me you cleaned the place."
"I did. She said I should open a maid service. I've been thinking about potential names. I was thinking of either Leah's Lather or The Uley Luster."
She looked me in the eye and I could not tell if she was serious or not.
"What do you think?" She asked, straight faced.
So I answered honestly. "Leah's Lather sounds like a blow job and The Uley Luster sounds like a hand job."
"You've just got your head in the gutter."
"That might be true," I admitted, "but I'm not sure a maid service is the best idea."
"Why's that? Because of the sexual innuendo?" She was smiling now.
"No," I said calmly, "because you did six hours of work in forty minutes."
Leah looked down at my bare chest. "I was hoping she wouldn't mention that."
"Well she did. And she asked me a lot of questions about your breasts. It was an uncomfortable conversation to say the least."
"You were the one who said that she'd buy the birth control thing."
"That was obviously a miscalculation on my part," I admitted.
"I tried to say it was vitamins but she didn't believe that either."
"Probably because it's a worse explanation than birth control," I said calmly.
"She said she's more observant than she lets on."
"Yeah, I figured that out today. She knows about the wolves, Leah. She saw us all in the backyard when your dad died."
"Oh. So this isn't my fault," She said, like she was totally carefree about the matter.
"In a way, yes, but in a way, no."
"If she saw us, it was only a matter of time before it all came out."
That wasn't exactly the point. "Tell me, Lee-lee, are you moving fast at the diner, too? Or at school?"
"Not at school, no. There's no need. At the diner, well, I caught some things before they hit the floor. It was an accident and as far as I could tell, no one saw me."
"I went through this, too. It took me weeks to realize I needed to quit baseball. And I'm not even saying you need to quit the diner. Ok?"
"I don't know what I want to do about working at the diner. And it has nothing to do with my speed."
"Whatever it is that you decide I want you to tell me when you have trouble controlling your speed, even when you just forget like with my mom. And we can work on strategies. I've done it with the rest of the pack so I'm available for you too, even though I'm not your alpha."
"Thank you, Sam." She put her head on my shoulder. "Sometimes I wish you were the alpha over me."
"Why do you say that?"
"So you could make decisions and I wouldn't be responsible anymore. It would be on you. It would be your fault if it is a bad decision, not mine."
"Well, if you want, I could make decisions for you now and if everything blows up, you can blame it on me."
"What would you decide about the diner?"
"I'd give it another month. See how you feel about the tips. See how you're doing with the speed. If you don't feel good about it, come work with me."
"Yeah, ok, and if it all goes sideways, it's on you."
"I'm ok with that," I said, putting my arm around her. She reached her chin up to kiss me, then turned and straddled my thighs.
"I told Allison that I was crazier about you than you were about me," she said.
I laughed. "Why did you tell her that? You can't possibly believe that."
"It feels true. I want you in me all the time. It's my fetish."
She was looking at me longingly and it was driving me wild with desire. "I can make that happen," I said, my voice a little hoarse now. I reached into her panties under her skirt. I started rubbing her clit with my thumb and while fingering her. "But there is no way that you are crazier about me than I am about you."
"That's what your mom said. But she doesn't know how I feel."
"Tell me. Tell me how you feel." She was riding my hand enthusiastically now.
"Like a needy pervert. I feel like a needy pervert."
"Is this one of those mind reading things, Leah?"
"What do you mean? "
"I mean I want to fuck you all day long, every day. And I feel pathetic."
"Maybe we could try it this weekend."
"I'd love that, but we have the funeral and then Jared and Kim are coming for supper, but that does leave a lot of time."
She unbuttoned my shorts and let my erection spring free. I snapped her panties as I pulled my fingers out and eased into her, holding her eye contact as I did.