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Chapter 1: Hector’s Midnight Forest Adventure
It was just the three of them tonight: Hector, Henry, and Hudson, sneaking around in the forest behind Fang’s estate like the professionals they were.
Sucked to be the other brothers; Hector’s adventures were fun, and they were missing out.
Oh well.
“My sources tell me he’s buried something here.” Hector peered through his night vision goggles and tapped a spot on the forest floor with a stick.
Henry raised an eyebrow. “Buried something like a dog?”
Hector kicked him in the shin. “No dog jokes about my master!”
“Or my boss’ consort,” Hudson said.
“Fine,” Henry huffed.
“Anyway, I think he buried it for their use later tonight,” Hector said. “They’ve just started making treasure hunts for each other. How adorable.”
Hudson rubbed his hands gleefully. “How do you plan on spicing up this hunt?”
“And do you need help?” Henry added.
Hector loved his brothers so very much. He grinned and began pulling things out of his backpack. “I’m glad you asked.”
With his brothers’ help, Hector hung translucent ghosts in the tree branches—ghosts with plastic cocks that stuck straight out, and white strings dangling from their tips.
They also unearthed Fang’s treasures, before wrapping the gifts up in long strips of paper secured with coarse twine.
“You are putting us to shame,” Hudson told Hector. “I’ve only given my boss and his consort pickup lines once.”
Hector shook his head. “You have an entire book of pickup lines. Dicky Mems would be disappointed, young grasshopper. Do not disappoint Dicky.”
“I hope you don’t get fired for this,” Henry said dramatically.
“Well, we’ll just have to make it so good, he won’t want to fire me,” Hector said with great optimism. “Guess what? I have an even better idea.”
Henry and Hector both lit up.
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They returned to the house when they’d finished ‘enhancing’ all the hiding spots on Fang’s treasure map.
Then, they waited.
At a quarter to midnight, Fang and Wren set off into the forest.
“The map smells suspicious,” Fang muttered. “Like it has Hector’s fingerprints all over it.”
Through the windows, Hector and his brothers watched as Wren sniffed the treasure map. Being a mage, he did not register any scent. “Is that bad?”
Fang glanced at the trees around them. “It smells like him in the forest, too. Him and… two other people. Who also smell like him. Probably his brothers.”
Wren sucked in a slow breath. “Oh.”
Hector, Henry, and Hudson snickered.
Fang and Wren walked deeper into the forest. Hector and his brothers followed at a sedate pace; their hearing was sharper than Fang’s, and they didn’t need to be as close to enjoy the show.
“What the fuck,” Fang said suddenly.
They must’ve tripped a wire, because lights flashed through the trees. Specifically, large plastic light-up cocks tucked into the tree crotches, winking jauntily at their audience.
“Hector,” Fang growled.
“Do you like my gift?” Hector called into the trees.
“No,” Fang said.
“It’s awkward, but it’s not that bad,” Wren said. “Kind of like Halloween.”
Fang groaned. “Don’t give them ideas.”
Hector was already exchanging looks with Henry and Hudson. “We should have a Most Spooky Yard contest.”
Henry frowned. “Yaeger doesn’t have much of a yard at all.”
Hector waved dismissively. “You’ll think of something. Stick cock ghosts on the windows. Shine a cock-signal in the sky.”
Henry’s eyes grew round, and his expression turned conniving. “I will shine it from the penthouse.”
“The police will arrest you,” Hudson pointed out.
“I know Blade and his butler. Hong will keep me safe.” Henry fluttered his eyelashes.
“I’m not sure why you’re batting your eyelashes because of Hong, but okay,” Hector said.
They waited until the sounds of digging stopped. Dirt was brushed off an object.
“That wasn’t there when I—” Fang paused. “Hector! Why the hell do you have to put pickup lines on everything? Wren and I are already mated, bonded, married!”
Hector cackled. “You can’t have too much intimacy,” he called back.
“This is too much!”
“No, it isn’t!”
“Ditch that pickup line,” Fang growled at Wren. “But open my gift.”
A piece of paper hit the forest floor. Then came the sound of a canister opening. Wren gasped.
“Please let it be a dick,” Hector chanted.
“A dick, a dick, a dick,” Henry and Hudson echoed.
“Is this… sand?” Wren blurted.
Hector gaped. His brothers frowned.
“It’s magical sand from the shores of Peru,” Fang said. “It’s supposedly a precious ingredient in spells.”
Wren breathed in, and the canister lid slowly screwed back on. “Thank you.”
“That was extremely disappointing,” Henry said. “Sand.”
“It should’ve been dicks,” Hector yelled into the forest.
“Fuck you,” Fang yelled back.
He and Wren continued their trek into the forest. Hector shared commiserating looks with Henry and Hudson.
“I hope the other gifts are not as terrible,” Hector said.
“Imagine if it was just a piece of wood.” Hudson cringed. “On a treasure hunt!”
Fang and Wren drifted to a stop. Then, Fang snorted. “Ghosts? With cocks? Really?”
“I like them,” Wren said.
Hector fist-pumped. “Score!”
There came the sound of more digging. Fang breathed out a sigh of exasperation. Pieces of paper ripped.
“I’m not even going to read that pickup line,” Fang said.
Hector shook his head woefully.
When Wren opened his gift this time, he paused. “Toothpicks?”
Hector’s mouth fell open. He looked at his brothers, who both wore horrified expressions.
“Toothpicks,” Hudson whispered into the shocked silence.
“I have failed my master,” Hector said.
“Made from the tree of longevity,” Fang said. “It’s a thousand years old.”
“And they made toothpicks with it?” Hector buried his face in his hands.
“Is it going to bless your teeth?” Hudson snarked.
“With wood that precious, it better exorcise my teeth and bathe them in heavenly light,” Henry muttered.
“I needed just that. Thank you, Strawberry Fang.”
Fang laughed. There was the wet sound of kissing. “Let’s keep going.”
“I don’t think my heart can take this,” Hector said.
“Mine either,” Hudson said.
“Maybe the last gift will be the best,” Henry said.
Hector had absolutely no faith in Fang.
The third gift was dried leaves.
The fourth, sulfur from a volcano.
“I am beyond embarrassed,” Hector said into his palms. “I regret being his butler.”
“Don’t let him hear that,” Henry hissed.
“He should know how much his gifts suck!”
“At least Wren seems to like them,” Hudson pointed out. “He’s not giving them to you.”
“Gifts should be valuable,” Hector sighed.
“And his sentiment is to make Wren happy. Not everyone can be happy with a bag of cocks,” Henry said sagely.
“That is terrible news, Henry. You are no longer my brother.”
Henry smirked.
When Wren and Fang reached the final clearing, Fang groaned. “Why are the fairy lights cock-shaped?”
“Is there any other shape worth putting up?” Hector said, too quietly for Fang to hear.
Fang ripped apart the pickup line around the gift. Then Wren opened the package, and sucked in a slow breath.
“Marbles,” Wren whispered.
“Spelled ice from Lake Baikal,” Fang told him, sounding proud. “One of the clearest lakes in the world.”
Hector thumped his forehead against a tree. “Why did I even bother?”
“Children will be children,” Hudson said sensibly, patting his back.
All three of them shook their heads. When Fang and Wren began making sex sounds amidst their remarkably unremarkable treasures, Hector and his brothers headed for home.
“At least I didn’t have to guard the house tonight,” Hector said. “The kids are with their grandparents.”
“And our bosses are doing sleepovers with the other bosses,” Hudson said. “We should have more sleepovers. This has been a fun night.”
Hector shared a secret smile with his brothers. It was always nice when they visited, so they could make mischief like they used to. “Pinky promise,” Hector said. “We’ll start planting the idea for a Halloween competition in their heads, and make them think it was their idea.”
“Absolutely,” Henry said.
They linked arms, and walked companionably together.
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Chapter 2: Wren And Fang’s Wolfy First Time
Author’s note: This chapter contains shifted smut – Fang is a fully shifted wolf when he and Wren get up to no good, so please only read this if you’re comfortable with that content!
Note 2: This takes place two nights after Wren’s heat. The reason why it’s not officially in the book is because Amazon would not allow it
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They stopped at a motel after eight uneventful hours of driving. Wren had napped on and off during the ride, but Fang had been awake the entire time.
“Are you tired?” Wren waited until Fang had set up Steffie’s travel crib, before placing her gently in it.
Fang rolled his shoulders, his joints popping. “Yeah. I’m looking forward to a shower and sleep.”
“Okay.” Wren helped to bring their supplies into the room—clothes, Steffie’s things, and some snacks. He set up protective wards around the doors and windows, too, then watched as Fang stripped off his T-shirt and jeans.
Fang glanced up to meet his eyes. “Not showering with me, Birdie?”
Heat fanned across Wren’s cheeks. He remembered the last two nights, Fang pinning him down and filling him completely. “I-I am.”
He struggled out of his own clothes, following Fang into the shower. The water was blissfully warm on his body. Fang crowded up behind him, all bare skin, his thick cock pressed lightly against Wren’s back.
“I’ve been thinking about all the ways I want to have you,” Fang murmured, sliding his soapy hand down Wren’s chest, flicking his nipples.
Wren gasped. “I—I really liked last night. And the night before.”
“Did you?” Fang’s voice dropped to a rumble. He slipped his hand further down Wren’s body, over his belly and into the thatch of hair between his legs, before closing his fist around Wren’s cock and sac. Wren clutched at his arm, growing hard. “Fuck, that feels good. Your body responding to me. Your little cock straining against my hand.”
Fang scooped Wren off his feet, pressing him up against the wall. Then he licked a long stripe up the back of Wren’s neck, his breath hot on Wren’s skin. Wren lost control of his brain-to-mouth filter.
“Have you ever had sex as a wolf?”
Fang paused, his lips on Wren’s neck. “I haven’t, no. Would you like to try?”
“How would it even work?”
“I think I’d fit,” Fang whispered. “Would you like to be pinned and fucked by a wolf, Birdie? Have a wild, dangerous animal lick your hole and thrust inside?”
Wren’s body grew hot. “Oh, gods. Um.”
“You’re not going soft.” Fang squeezed him where he was sensitive, and Wren jerked. The thought of Fang as a wolf mounting him, pushing in…
“Can we try?”
“Of course.” Fang kissed Wren’s neck. Then he shut off the shower and carried him out of the bathroom, throwing a towel on the bed. He deposited Wren on top of the towel, both of them still dripping from the shower.
In a graceful leap, Fang shifted, landing on the bed as a large grey wolf.
Wren froze. He glanced down Fang’s body, only to see a pink, pointed tip pushing out of Fang’s furry sheath, more and more of his cock coming into view. It was thick, veiny, and it looked even more obscene than his human cock.
“Um.” Wren’s hole ached. “Can I touch?”
Fang rumbled, padding up to him. His fur was damp in places—from the shower somehow?—and Wren ran his fingers through it, before daring to slip his hands down to Fang’s belly. He followed the sweep of Fang’s fur, further and further until his hand bumped against Fang’s slippery tip. Fang growled and rutted against his hand, precum smearing over Wren’s knuckles.
“Oh, gods,” Wren whispered. “I’ve never—never done this before. Well, I guess that’s obvious.”
Fang huffed. Wren carefully wrapped his fist around Fang. The next thing he knew, Fang was thrusting into his fist, a long, hard stroke that made Wren imagine it inside his own body.
“Oh, gods. I’m touching a wolf cock.” And Wren wasn’t even stopping. He leaned in, carefully licking Fang’s tip. Salty, kind of mild.
Fang pushed into his mouth, and then continued to push, until his cock hit the back of Wren’s throat. Wren moaned and panted, squeezing his own cock. It’s in my mouth!
Fang began rocking into him, over and over in a very gentle fucking. Wren could only moan, squeezing himself because he was going to come right there if this went any further.
As though he could sense Wren’s impending climax somehow, Fang backed off, his glistening cock slipping out, leaving Wren’s mouth wet and empty. He looked at Wren’s face and growled, licking Wren’s lips, pushing his flat tongue into Wren’s mouth to taste himself inside. He had so many teeth.
Somehow, he didn’t bite Wren. He pulled away and nudged Wren onto all fours, pushing his snout between Wren’s cheeks. Then he took great, heaving huffs of air—he was smelling Wren’s hole—and pushed his tongue inside in one long thrust.
Wren grasped at the sheets, panting. Fang was licking him inside. He had a wolf’s tongue in his body, and it felt so forbidden, so wrong, but so right. “Fang, Fang. Please—”
Fang pulled out. He came to stand over Wren, sinking his teeth lightly into the meat of Wren’s shoulder. His thick fur pressed against Wren’s back. And the pointed tip of his cock nudged between Wren’s cheeks, unerringly finding his hole.
“Oh, gods,” Wren mumbled, raising his ass.
Fang thrust his wolf cock deep inside on the first stroke. It was bumpier than his human cock but still velvety-smooth, and suddenly the rest of it was inside him.
Wren came hard, clutching at the sheets. He couldn’t think. Fang was inside him. Fang as a wolf was inside him, and he was pinning Wren down by the shoulders, slapping their hips together, burying himself so deep that the fur of his sheath tickled Wren’s hole, his fuzzy balls tapping against Wren’s.
Fang growled, the sound vibrating into Wren’s back. And he began to thrust, smooth, deep strokes that had Wren’s face burning, even as he spread his legs wider and reached down to stroke his still-aching cock.
“F-feels good,” Wren panted. His eyes rolled back as Fang’s cock ground against his prostate; Fang kept thrusting, his strokes going deeper, harder, until his cock swelled inside, and warmth flooded Wren.
His knot came soon after. It was even bigger than his human knot, and it pushed so hard against Wren’s prostate that Wren cried out. He could only come, and come again as Fang began to work his knot deeper into his body.
At one point, Fang slid his front paw down Wren’s front, and pressed the pads of his paw against Wren’s cock. Wren jerked and came all over his paw, and Fang brought it up to lick his cum off.
“This is kind of crazy,” Wren panted. Fang licked his ear. When Wren finally slumped against the mattress, Fang followed him down, curling his large, furry body around Wren, their bodies joined in the most intimate way possible.
“I think I like this better when you’re human,” Wren murmured sleepily. “You tell me a lot of dirty things that make me so hot.”
There came an amused huff. Then there was suddenly a man wrapped around him, Fang’s knot still buried deep, his hand sliding down Wren’s chest to cup his belly. “Good to know,” Fang murmured in his ear, pressing a kiss to Wren’s temple. “I still like that you’ve got my wolf cum inside you. When we wake up tomorrow, I’ll put another load inside.”
“Yes,” Wren said immediately.
“Good,” Fang purred. And he held Wren snug against himself, both of them drifting off into dreamland.
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