Captive Luna

Dinner Time

        She was laying in bed – well, cot. She was in and out of sleep. She couldn’t get comfortable. Why had she thought the cot was far comfier than the tree? There wasn’t the stub of another broken tree branch, granted, but the thinness of the fabric on the cot did not offer much back support. She flipped onto her back and lay down as flat as she could. She fluffed her pillow, which was a little bit lumpy. She sat up abruptly and tried to massage the lumps out of her pillow. She was about to give up when she heard a faint knock on the door. She got up slowly and opened the window hatch on the door. There stood Bailey. She looked at him for a moment. He looked freshly showered; his hair tousled. His skin looked dewy like he had just come out of a sauna. His hazel eyes gazed at her through the window.

              “Can I come in?” he asked. She blinked in surprise.

              “Oh, um. Yes. Yes. Of course!” she trilled; her voice pitchy.

              Simmer down, child. You’re acting like you’ve never seen a good-looking male in your lifetime, Claude chided her, chuckling. She stepped away from the door as Bailey unlocked it and stepped inside. He was carrying a bag with him.

              “I, uh,” Bailey stammered. He looked at her. She gazed at him with those beautiful green eyes of hers. All thought exited his mind except for just how stunning she was. She bit her lip and down. He could smell her fresh scent, and his c**k swelled against his jeans. Her perfectly pink lips parted slightly, and it took everything in him not to take her face and f**k it. He shook the thoughts from his mind.

              “I brought you dinner,” he said softly as he placed the bag at the foot of her cot. She bit her lip again as she gazed at him thoughtfully.

 Can we mate her? His wolf, Gray, asked. I know we should wait for our mate, but she is too beautiful not to mate with. Can we choose her instead of waiting?

No, we shouldn’t. Goddess chose someone for us, we should wait.

But I can smell her arousal, Gray whined.

I know, she’s beautiful. But we shouldn’t, Bailey sighed.

              “Thank you, “ she said quietly. She reached for the bag, eager to see what he packed. He smiled at her.

              “There’s steak, mash, veggies, and a salad,” he told her, pointing to the bag.

              “Thank you!” she said, more loudly this time, while opening the bag.

        She pulled out the containers and pulled the fork he had packed. She cracked open the first Tupperware she grabbed and ate its contents. Before Bailey could offer her some of the milk he packed, she had already finished the salad, cracking open the next container. It was filled with mashed potatoes and gravy on top. She quickly dug her fork in and shoveled it into her mouth. She moaned. Bailey’s eyes darkened, his member standing at full attention. He imagined her mouth on him, moaning as she did while eating. She ate eagerly, earning more moans. He watched her, desire evident with the blackness of his eyes. Boy scouts could tent in his pants.

“Do you like that?” he asked carefully.

“Oh, yes! It’s my favourite!” she exclaimed, unaware of the effect she was having on him. Her eyes widened suddenly. “I’m rude, would you like some?” She offered the fork to him, willing him to take a bite.

              “Sure,” he said, staring right into her eyes as his mouth came around the fork. He took the bite. She gently pulled the fork from his mouth, staring at the perfect set of lips moving as he ate.

              Can we kiss him? Claude whispered. Goddess, look at those lips.

              We just fled from our mate and you want to mate with someone else? She laughed.

              Our mate was not good to us, but maybe this bloke will be! Even if it’s for a night, Claude said dreamily.

              We’re pregnant, remember? She reminded her.

              We might be with pup, but we still have needs, Claude said defensively. Maybe he will treat us better than that stupid fated mate of ours. We’re pregnant, not disabled.

              I don’t know, she replied, unsure. Can we wait a little bit? I don’t want to rush into this when we were just with our mate.

              Our mate is horrible, stop reminding us of him! Claude yelled.

              Bailey stared down at her; her eyes hooded with desire. He could smell her wetness, seemed like she was leaking at this point. What he wouldn’t do to lap up all that goodness between her thighs. He cleared his throat, shaking his head.

              “What’s your name?” He asked her.

              “I… uh,” she blinked, stammering. “I can’t tell you.”

              “Why not, beautiful?” he said, taking a step closer to her.

              “Because you’ll tell him, and he’ll find us,” she said softly, looking at his lips. She gently set the Tupperware down and stood up facing him. She looked away.

              “Who will find you? Are you running from someone?” He asked, stepping back. Claude whined at the distance he put between them. Bailey was concerned. If she wasn’t safe…        

We will keep her safe! Gray exclaimed.

              She sighed and sat down on the cot. He slowly followed and sat next to her.

              “Who are you running from?” He asked gently, cupping her cheek with his large hand. She gulped audibly.

              “My mate,” she said softly. “I’m running from my mate.”

              His eyes widened. That’s why he didn’t feel the sparks. She was mated already. But why does he feel this urge to protect her if she’s mated?

              “Why?”

              “It’s a long story and I don’t feel like talking about it,” she said, looking at the ground, shifting uncomfortably. “But you can call me Claude.”

              Claude perked up at hearing her name.

              He’ll be moaning my name in no time, Claude sighed.

              Pervert, she chided her.

              ”Claude,” he said softly, testing out her name on his tongue. “What a beautiful name.”

              She bit her lip reflexively. She felt guilty for lying to him, though technically Claude was her wolf. They are separate but the same. He gazed down at her lips, and her breathing hitched. He cupped her other cheek, looking at her mouth. She wanted him to kiss her. His thumb grazed her lower lip. He blinked and cleared his throat, standing up abruptly. Her eyes widened at the suddenness of his movements.

              “I–I should go,” he said quickly. “Finish the food and I will be back in the morning to bring you breakfast.”

              He high-tailed it out of there, breathing heavily. He quickly made it to his cottage, just on the other side of the training field. He was close to kissing her, and he didn’t want that, at that moment. He was still battling with Gray. Usually, it’s the wolf that wants to wait for their mate, but this was the other way around. He was close to losing control of Gray, and she was mated. Of all the she-wolves, they had to pick the mated one. He quickly got undressed, turning on the shower. As the steam began to rise, he stepped in. His c**k was still at full attention. He turned down the heat, willing the cool water to calm down his member. He wasn’t a virgin, by any means. He could find a she-wolf and f**k her sideways, three ways from Sunday, to forget about Claude.

Just her name made his d**k twitch. He grabbed his c**k and stroked it slowly as the water cascaded down his muscular body. He thought of Claude, her hair flowing down her back. He leaned against the wall. He imagined her on top of him, eyes closed and biting back a moan. He stroked himself harder. He imagined her bouncing up and down on his thickness, her perky little t**s bouncing up and down as she grips her n*****s, moaning. He stroked faster, moaning. He imagined her juices flowing, coming on his d**k. She would hop right off and put him in her mouth, sucking him hard. He imagined grabbing the back of her head and pounding his big, thick d**k down her throat. Just the thought of her gagging on his d**k brought him closer. He stroked himself more, gripping his balls in his other hand. He put one leg on the edge of his tub to allow himself better access. She would gag one final time before he flipped her onto her back and pounded into her, emptying his future children into her p***y. He moaned loudly, as he came, shooting it against the wall. He played with his d**k and balls for a little longer, he enjoyed that after he came. It was sensitive. Claude would be in his dreams tonight. His d**k twitched again, becoming hard again.

              He quickly finished his shower, toweling himself off. He picked up fresh boxer briefs but then thought against it. His d**k was still hard, and he had just taken care of himself. Why was he still aroused?

It’s because of Claude, Grey sighed.

Yeah, I know.

              He got into his king-sized bed, pulling the covers to his waist. It felt empty. He wanted to bring Claude over. He wanted to bury himself deep inside her and die there happily. He grabbed his d**k again and stoked it, almost violently. He imagined all the dirty things he would do to her. He was insatiable in general, no doubt he could never get enough of Claude. He threw his blanket off and stroked harder. He normally wasn’t like this, his arousal usually satiated after he came. But Claude made him as horny as a teenager who just had their first experience with s*x. He stroked his d**k, tugging at his ball sack, moaning her name. He came with a vengeance, his thick c*m squirting onto his belly. It twitched more, as the remains of his c*m dripped out of his spasming d**k. He played with his balls, stroking his c**k until the remnants of his c*m dripped out.

              He got up to take a very cold shower, his d**k still hard and thick. Perhaps that would bring his erection down. No doubt he’d have blue balls very soon.

              Eventually, he made it to his bed, falling asleep.

              The next morning, he awoke to his alarm. He had training in thirty minutes. He got out of bed and headed to the shower. His p***s was erect, yet again.

You horny perv, he muttered to his wolf.

Hey, it’s the morning! Gray said defensively. I’m sorry about last night.

I know. I could have just not, he replied dismissively. It wasn’t as though he didn’t feel relief in his release last night.

I wonder what she’s –

Don’t even think about finishing that sentence, mutt! Bailey grumbled.

        For now, he won the battle. He showered, got dressed, and headed to the field. He saw Daniel and headed to him. Their Head Warrior, Alec, was talking about styles of fighting. They broke into groups and began stretching, getting ready for the next three hours of training. It was about six o’clock in the morning. They ran a lap around the borders, taking up about 27 minutes of their training time. He sparred with one of the other Elites, Gregory. Greg was quick, but not as quick as he was. Alec asked him to help train the female warriors, with Daniel. He obliged, heading to the group of females. Alpha Xander stood and watched, surveying the pack’s progress. Some of the she-wolves giggled, watching their Alpha. No doubt having dirty thoughts about him, wanting to excuse themselves to address their arousal. He could smell their horniness. He and Daniel began their training, focusing on offensive strikes of all types. They did matches, with one acting like a vampire, defending and attacking them as such while the female warriors fighting attacked first. For the next hour, he watched and critiqued, while Daniel flirted with a few of the she-wolves.

              One of them approached him, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She smiled. She was taller than Claude, with a thick mop of red curls pulled into a sexy, messy bun. She was wearing short shorts that exposed the curve of her bottom, and a sports bra. She wore combat boots.

              “Hey Bailey,” she breathed. He had slept with her last week, but couldn’t remember her name.

What the f**k is her name? He mind-linked Daniel.

How many pack members have you slept with? Dan teased. Her name is Sherryl, he said finally.

              “Hey Sherryl,” he greeted her with a tight smile. She wasn’t as beautiful as Claude, but sexy as hell. She was the pin-up a teenaged boy would jerk off to, but not bring home to meet Mom.

              “How did I do?” She asked tentatively.

              “You did great but try to work on stepping back after your first initial attack,” he said and began to ramble on about other things he noticed she did that the other she-wolves did that didn’t work. She put her hand on his arm thoughtfully.

              “You don’t suppose you could teach me a little more?”

              “I-uh,” he stammered, trying to think of what to say. There was no reason to say no, least of all, a certain prisoner in her cell, who he didn’t even know.

              “I’ll be in the field at 8 tonight. Bring your best.” She said as she walked away, swinging her hips. He stared after her.

Really? Gray mused. You’d pick her over Claude?

I’m not picking anyone over anyone, he replied indignantly. I’m not about to mate with a prisoner, even if she is beautiful as f**k.

              Bailey headed into the packhouse, deliberately not showering. Hopefully, it would repel the female pack members from coming onto him. The pack was big, but it seemed like the higher the rank, the better-looking wolves got, as though the power and responsibility transferred good looks to them or something. He grabbed some of the pancakes and syrup, bacon, and fruit, packing them into Tupperware. He grabbed some coffee into two reusable mugs, taking some of the milk and creamers, sugar, and sweetener. He headed down to feed his prisoner some breakfast.