Author's Note: This story contains horny werewolves, breeding, and more. All characters are 18 or older, and none were harmed in the writing of this piece. It is not necessary to have read the previous installments in this series, however, doing so may give you some background on repeat characters. © WednesdaysCoffin 2019. This story cannot be transferred to any other site besides Literotica.com without prior authorization in writing from the author.
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The door opened slowly, almost cautiously, and a short wolf pranced into the room before knocking twice. He spun around and looked her up and down and a hungry smile spread slowly across his chapped lips. "Lukas," he winked at her as he took a step into the room. "Eighteen-years-old and ready to pah-tay." He wiggled his bushy eyebrows at this and then slunk closer to her. "And who might you be?"
She took a step back, not out of fear but out of a clear apprehension at being faced with this boisterous stranger. He was identical to her in height at nearly 5'5", with bushy light brown hair that hung just beneath his ears. Thick, bushy eyebrows dominated his square face and hooded his jewel-tone green irises. She assessed him slowly and, deciding that he was not a threat, she offered simply, "I'm Melanie."
He extended a hand slowly towards her and ran his fingers gently through her an errant strand of her reddish-brown hair. "You're beautiful," he grinned at her with obvious excitement dancing in his eyes. "And I get to breed you!"
At that moment, the door flew open and Melanie jumped back from the teen wolf in surprise. The towering male at the door offered two quick raps of his fist and then spun to face her and the other wolf. "Luke," the Alpha shook his head slowly and the longest strands of his black hair bounced around his handsome face. "Can you not read the fucking schedule?"
The young wolf shrugged dismissively. "It said Room 2, yo. Is this not Room 2?"
The much taller, much older wolf groaned and shoved his hands into the pockets of his shorts. Rolling his eyes and avoiding Melanie's amused smirk, he sighed. "This is Room 12, moron."
Lukas gaped dramatically. "Oopsy."
"Melanie was already bred," the Alpha explained, looking tired. "We're waiting to see if her scent changes and shows any signs of a pup. It doesn't seem likely that we succeeded in implanting a pup in her, but you never know. More than likely she will need to be bred again soon."
"I'm going to implant a pup inside her," Lukas smirked with clear enthusiasm. "Don't you worry about your schedule, bro. I'm going to destroy her!"
Melanie glanced from one wolf to the other, curious and yet slightly offended that the Alpha was speaking as though she wasn't standing two feet away from him. Having had several experiences with him already, she knew that he was all dominance between the sheets but soft-spoken and kind-hearted when it came to anything else. Knowing that she could get away with speaking up, she cleared her throat and pointed toward herself. "She's right here, you know."
"Let's find you a different she-wolf," the Alpha offered, ignoring her interruption and trying to guide his brother toward the door. "There's a gorgeous eighteen-year-old redhead in Room 3 who is about to go into heat for the very first time."
"I want her," Lukas spat like a petulant child. To add to his tantrum, he stomped his foot and then scrunched his chin up. "I want her to be my first."
Melanie was a bit shocked at the wolf's outburst, curious as to whether he was actually a virgin. Stepping back from the brothers and folding her petite arms just under her perky breasts, lifting them up inside her sports bra to try and entice the sexy Alpha, she smiled sweetly.
Seemingly relenting to his baby brother, the Alpha groaned. "Fine." At this, he turned toward the she-wolf, eyed her small mound of cleavage with lust, and then glanced away and took a deep breath. "Hey."
"This is fucking awkward," Melanie observed with a roll of her eyes. Continuing to hold her arms around her torso and shift her weight, she eyed the tall male. "So?"
The stunning wolf began to ring his hands together nervously, shuffling his bare feet and staring down at the floor. "So, Luke is my kid brother who just came of age, and we're putting him to work in the breeding rooms. Today is his very first day."
"Ah yeah," Lukas began awkwardly dancing around the space, waving his arms. "Fine ass Lukas gonna breed the ladies."
The Alpha scratched the back of his head and glanced directly into Melanie's eyes. "If you say yes, I will stay and make sure that he treats you with respect and that you achieve an orgasm. He is a virgin and this will be his first time with a she-wolf."
The teen wolf stopped dead in his tracks, spun to face his brother and growled. "I don't need your help with the ladies, yo. What makes you think that you're so good with the shes, huh?"
Melanie glanced from one wolf to the other and tried not to laugh. As a former victim of the Alpha's amazing sexual prowess, she knew that his baby brother could never understand just how much his sibling knew about shes and how to please them. But instead of falling like putty at the beautiful wolf's feet, she decided to play hard to get this time. "Do I really have a choice?"
"Of course you do," the Alpha promised her, eyes wide with shock. "You always have a choice, little she. Despite being brought to these rooms as a rogue, I would not force you to mate any particular wolf. Say the word and Lukas will go."
Sensing a mounting tension in the air, Lukas stepped closer to the she-wolf. Looking saddened and concerned that she might actually ask him to leave, he pouted. "Don't you want to be my first, pretty she-wolf? You're sexy as fuck, Melanie, and I want you."
She glanced at her bare feet and lowered the volume of her voice. Continuing to play her game, she allowed her arms to drop from beneath her breasts so that he could see her erect nipples pushing at her bra. "I like dominant wolves, Lukas. Can you take charge and show me a good time?"
Brown eyes wide as he caught onto Melanie's mischief, the Alpha gestured his chin at his baby brother and urged him onward. "Go on, show her that you can take charge. Show her that you're a big, strong wolf and always in control."
It didn't take long for the young wolf to back Melanie up against the furthest wall, placing his hands on either side of her neck and caging her in place as he pressed his supple, but slightly chapped lips to her own. His kiss was hungry yet clumsy, impassioned and enthusiastic but lacking in confidence and skill. When she tugged his bottom lip between her teeth gently, a growl emanated from deep inside his chest that made her laugh. "You like that?" she cooed. "Do you like when a she takes charge?"
"Yes," he blushed crimson, his green eyes beaming with giddy delight. "But I can enjoy being in control too."
"Show me," she urged him, growing confident as a complement to his uncertainty. "Show me that you can manhandle me and force me to service your needs—like your big brother."
With her urging him on with her words, he quickly scooped her into his arms and carried her across the room, setting her gently atop her unmade and chaotic mattress. He exercised the utmost care as he positioned her in the center of the bed, smiling softly down into her eyes with hopeful uncertainty. "Good?" he asked softly. "Like this?"
"Good," Melanie nodded with an assuring smile.
"Good." His smirk widened as he began to gain a bit of confidence. "Now what?"
Across the room, the older wolf cleared his throat to exert his presence. "Touch her, get her body excited. If you don't get her ready for you, she will be uncomfortable and the breeding won't go well for either of you. You want her to be excited and wanting to take you inside her."
Lukas actually blushed as he cupped his soft hand over her cheek. "How should I touch you?"
Melanie wrapped her fingers around his wrist, brought his palm toward her lips and pressed a delicate kiss onto his flesh. "Let me show you," she cooed as she guided his hand down her body and pressed him into the warmth between her legs. "Here," she coaxed him onward. "Be gentle at first, touch my clit and then maybe add a finger."
His adorable smirk widened with lust. "A finger, huh?"
"Or two," she grinned up at him. "To get me wet and ready for your cock."