Hunter's heart pounded so hard, his ears were ringing. The ringing sang above the roar of his motorcycle as he pushed the bike to its top speed, cruising as far from Pennsylvania as he could on the topped off tank. When the arrow on the gauge dropped to the red E, he'd made it as far as Margaretville, NY, and was looking for a storage unit to stash his bike. He planned to run in the Catskill's for a while, to clear his head. It was a bad habit he'd never gotten over. Once the bike was stashed safely for the next 6 months, he started hiking into the mountains. When he was deep into the forest, he shed his clothes and shifted into the white and black stripped beast, his paws striking the forest floor, the feeling of freedom ripping a roar from his throat.
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Rosita woke up in the plain guest room, alone and confused. Hunter was gone. He'd never made any declarations to her, no promises of love, but she'd begun falling for him anyhow. He was her first, and her savior, protecting her from the rogue, and then the werewolf pack. She rubbed her sore shoulder, feeling the rapidly healing bite he'd left her. When he'd claimed her in such a primal fashion that night, she was sure he meant to stay with her. She hadn't even had the chance to ask him to turn her into a weretiger, but his passions had taken care of that situation quite nicely. Rosita was both thankful and baffled that he had turned her before leaving. Suddenly she felt hope bloom in her chest. Maybe he just wasn't in the room, maybe he was waiting for her outside?
Rosita rushed to pull her clothes on, peeking out the window, hoping to see him somewhere. The yard was empty. Once she was dressed, she made her way back through the halls and into the front room, where most of the pack was again lounging around. She wondered if these guys ever did anything for a living, besides the cop. The Alpha was reading a book, perched on the edge of an arm chair that was dwarfed by his large frame. He smiled kindly at her, noting the bite mark that was peeking from the boat neck of her poncho, one red tooth mark grazing her neck. He knew that the bounty hunter had left in the night. He hadn't asked him any questions, and Hunter hadn't asked any favors. The Alpha was wasn't happy about it, but he had little control over a weretiger who couldn't be bound to his pack. The girl now posed a problem, and he hadn't decided how to handle it yet.
"Is Hunter around?"
The hope in her voice nearly broke the Alpha's heart. Pack or not, he was now responsible for her, and it angered him that the tiger would so casually discard her. Wolves were loyal, they mated for life. If one of his wolves had treated her like this, he would have beaten the man within an inch of his life. However, it was a special day for the Alpha, and he refused to let this matter ruin it. Taking the girl's shoulders in his hands and squeezing gently, he laid out his intentions.
"Rosita, the bounty hunter left late last night. I'm so sorry. I know he turned you, as agreed, so you have fulfilled you end of the deal. Hunter, however, should have been the one to teach you how to control your new powers. With him gone, I'm afraid you're going to have to spend some time with the pack before I'll be comfortable letting you out in my territory."
The emotions he saw playing across her face ranged from disappointment, sorrow, anger, then finally resignation. He was hoping she wouldn't argue about her temporary pack status. He didn't know how it would work with a weretiger amongst the wolves. Hell, he didn't even know how it was supposed to work with weretigers in the first place. What he did know was that new weres tended to be dangerous, until they learned control. He and his pack could give her the few moons it would take to develop her abilities, then they'd go from there. If she fit in with them, he'd allow her to stay, even if cats and dogs living together made him laugh. More than likely, though, she'd go live her life, and maybe run on the full moon nights with them.
Before she gave him her answer, there was a rapid,
Shave and a Haircut,
knock on the door. The Alpha's nostrils flared and he felt his excitement jump into his throat. He's here!
Rosita watched as the Alpha wolf rushed to the door and flung it open. A tall, wiry man with shoulder length black hair stood in the entryway. His mouth curved into a sexy smile and he actually winked at the Alpha. The bigger man yanked him through the doorway and crushed him in a fierce hug, his lips sealing against the tall man's mouth in a searing kiss. The two were so passionate, Rosita felt a blush creeping up on her and looked away. She saw the rest of the pack rolling their eyes, but smiling as their Alpha greeted the man who must be his mate. Rosita heard a distinctive giggle, and one of the few female wolves she'd only seen during the fight between Hunter and the Alpha was peering through a doorway, watching the unfolding scene. She and two more girls walked in and began hooting and hollering, applauding wildly, causing the men to grin sheepishly. They did not release each other, though, and turned back to gaze adoringly into one another's eyes.
One of the men watching TV grabbed the nearest female, a tall brunette with freckles, and dragged her onto his lap. She squeaked, then giggled as he bit her neck lightly. The other two girls, one with a blonde pixie cut and the other a petite Asian with her hair in a neat bun, walked to the two other men, both previously playing darts. They wrapped their hands seductively around the men, tilting their heads up for a kiss. Neither was disappointed. The two wolves that were left without a partner eyed Rosita speculatively, but she narrowed her eyes and shook her head. The men looked so alike they were probably brothers, with identical ash blond hair and green eyes. They pouted, but the blonde girl whispered something into her man's ear and he nodded. He whistled to his brother wolves, and they quickly joined in his petting of the blonde, practically panting in their excitement. Rosita realized that everyone in the room, including herself, was picking up on the Alpha and his mate's sexual arousal, and she was about to witness an orgy. Briefly she wondered where the rest of the pack was, but guessed they couldn't all be there all the time. Someone had to pay for this place.
The Alpha growled as his dark haired mate began nipping at his skin, sliding his hands under the man's shirt to fondle his nipples. The Alpha was impatient, however, and yanked the shirt off, buttons flying. Then he pulled his mate's shirt off, only a little more carefully and began fighting with the man's belt buckle. He took pity on the Alpha, and captured his mouth for another searing kiss, distracting him while he released both of their pants from their belts. The Alpha wasn't wearing shoes, but his mate quickly slid out of his, kicking them into a corner.
Meanwhile, the Asian wolf and her man had wasted no time with their clothing, both standing naked in a puddle of discarded cotton and denim, while eagerly caressing one another. They were ready right away, and he lifted her up and onto his cock, pinning her body against the smooth wall and fucking her slowly.
The man on the couch with the freckled girl had lifted her up onto the arm of the sofa and was gazing hungrily at her exposed pussy. She licked one finger then set it against her hot clit, rubbing herself in small circles as he watched. When she moaned in pleasure he stood, threw off his clothes, and knelt back down on the couch, between her thighs. She began striping off her shirt just as he spread her legs wider and took one long lick of her pulsing center, and her cries were caught in the fabric of her blouse. His assault on her eager pussy distracted her, her arms over her head, tangled in the shirt, her breasts high and heaving, the light pink nipples bouncing with every breath.
The blonde girl was standing completely still, moaning in ecstasy as three men removed all of her clothing, then their own, and were doing their best to driver her wild. She had her arms around the neck of one brother, who stood behind her, his mouth hungrily devouring her neck and lips, his hands sliding over her buttocks, delving into the crack occasionally to finger her tight star. Another man, the one she had originally gone to, and probably her mate, was toying with her tiny, teacup breasts, sucking the dark, puffy pink nipples into his mouth, first one, then the other, while his hands tickled her ribcage. The other brother knelt at her feet. He had one of her legs thrown over his shoulder while his fingers played with her opening and his tongue flicked her engorged clit. Her eyes were closed, her body still, but the rapid pants coming from her lips, the occasional moans of delight, it was obvious that she was losing the game. They'd have her begging for more soon.
