The Kitten and the Alpha

III

// smut warning :P

The first thing I came to notice was that reality was a swirling merry-go-round. Before I even opened my eyes I knew that if I would, everything would spin like crazy.

Groaning I tragged my hand over my face. According to the chirping birds outside, I guess it was somewhat around midday. Luckily today was Saturday.

I couldn't even remember how I came home or into this bed. Everything after the third bottle of Burbon is just fuzzy. Luckily I was a werecat, that has a high metabolism, so that the hang-over shouldn't last long. But I guess that I've been drinking too much even for my inhumane body.

Remembering through the dizziness of the hangover the demonic power of my tattoos, I accessed its healing power, feeling already the hangover vanishing slowly. I guess, I'll be able to sit up in a few moments.

Risking the remaining contents of my stomach I openened my eyes and fumbled for my phone. Knowing myself quite well, I knew I must have discarded it somewhere on the bed, when I plumped onto it.

Having not yet recieved any messages from Variana, I decided to call her to check if she was alright. I had to admit that I still didn't remember if I brought her home or something.

After the unnerving beeping tone of an outcoming call, waiting to be picked up, I heard Varianas voice.

"Heeeey, kitty-cat. How are you?", she said, her voice muffled as if she was whispering.

"Awful... I have to admit..."

Before I could add anything else, Variana laughed silently "Haha, drank too much? I guess you can't remember anything, say, after the second, or third bottle, right?"

Ugh, she knew me too well. I groaned "Yeeees, why didn't you stop meeee...", I whined.

"I tried, I swear but hahaha you seemed so frustrated, so that you wouldn't give up the bottle, even when I tried to wrestle it from you. Hahaha"

"How did I came home? Did I drive you?", I asked, dreading the answer.

"Hahaha, no, no. After I told you that I would spent the night at Daryl's"

"Who's?"

"The lumberjack", I could literally hear her eyes rolling. "anyhow, you got to your car and appearently drove home. Alone, as far as I could tell ..."

"Oh don't rub it in, bitch!", I groaned, remembering the frustration upon the lost-to-the-wolf-girl. Guess this means I had to take care of it, once again, by myself ...

Before I could say something else, I heard a groaning in the background of the phonecall.

"Well, gotta go, byeeee", Variana hastily said and hung up, before I could say my goodbye.

Letting my phone fall on the matress, I groaned.

The remains of the hangover started to diminish, which gave me the certainty, that I won't puke up the contents of my stomach, so I got up slowly, tentatively placing my feet on the ground, sitting up, supporting myself on each side of my thigh with my hands.

Making sure everythings stayed where it belongs, I slowly stood up, preparing myself not to stumble and fall.

After making the way to the toilet, relinquishing my full blader and splashing some water on my tired and hot face, strands of grey hair sticking wet to my forehead, I went carefully down into the kitchen, where I switched on the espresso machine and enjoyed the divine sound of fresh coffee beans shredded and grounded. Listening to the pouring of the coffee into the cup, I felt instantly better.

Having found my strength again, I took out two, cross that, three large eggs out of the fridge, and a frying pan to make fried eggs on toast.

A few minutes later, I carried out a plate of fried eggs and toast and my second cup of coffee outside to the back veranda, where I sat down at the small coffee table with a happy sigh.

It was a sunny, not to hot, not to cold, late morning, the birds chirping in the garden, a woodpecker clonking near by. Wonderful.

Taking all in, the breakfast, the coffee, the scenary, pleasurably, I decided to take a shower and then maybe go back to reading, or maybe a small walk through the woods.

I put the dishes in the dishwasher, and walked to the downstairs bathroom. Time for a nice, hot, long shower and some me-time.

Discarding my clothes, I've already know that my frustation did not vanish from last night. It was quite some time, that I've last had some sexual relieve, so naturally, my penis was already swelling upon its regained freedom. After stepping under the steaming water I looked down at my member. Framed by the trimmed remains of my greyish-brown-blond I had to admit, I was quite proud with what I had hanging or now standing there. I mean it is not as huge as one sees in pornos, but honestly, very few people are equipped with a drainpipe-like cock. I considered myself being slightly bigger than the average, 7.5 straight standing inches, with a nice tip that pushes back the foreskin.

While I clasped my erected penis, I tried to think about the girl from last night, since it was the freshest memory. Closing my eyes, I pictured her under me, my hand moving up and down my boner in the imagined rhythm of me drilling her. But when I was imagining burrying my nose in her nack while thrusting into her, the smell in my daydream did not resemble hers at all. Instead of relishing the sweet smell of female frequence, I smelled ... wet fur?! What the hell? My eyes shot open, disgusted by the intruding smell of wolf. I let out a frustrated groan, my horniess gone, without me ejaculating. So I stood there, in the shower, my retreating erection in my hand, the steamy water getting unbearable by second.  More frustrated than I was before, I sighed and turned the water to icy cold. If I don't get to ejaculate, I guess the cold shower is the only way to get rid of this horniness. I hissed angrily when the frosty water hit me, letting my down swelling cock shrink even further.

Finishing the shower early, I stepped out and wrapped a soft shower towl around my waist. What a nice day.

When I put on a fresh pair of boxer shorts, I suddenly heard a car approaching on the gravel road, that led to my house. The day gets even better, appearently, rolling my eyes. Fishing out some jeans, I heard two car doors slamming. 'Who the hell could that be?', I wondered while I threw on a reddish flanel shirt. Seconds later, there was a loud knock on the door. Keeping the shirt unbuttoned, I went downstairs again, quickly checking my still wet hair in mirror.

"Coming", I shouted, before I reached the door.

Opening, I was welcomed by the already familar smell of wolf. Ugh.

"Goodday, Mr ... Winster, right?", the older man, I guessed him being in his early 50s, extended his hand in a welcomingly manner.

Gulping lightly, I shook the man's hand. "Yes, yes, indeed, but please call me Llywd", I smiled.

"How are you, Llywd. The name is Brandon and this is my ... second, Langdon." He pointed at the second man, seemingly in his 30s.

"How do you do?", I answered as it was custumary, although I never got used to in those 5 years already living in Vermont.

"Could we come in, maybe? We don't want to intrude ..."

"Yeah, of course, please come in.", I stepped aside, giving entrance, welcoming them in. "Can I get you something? Coffee? Lemonade?"

"No thanks, to kind of you.", Brandon said, standing in the living room.

"Please take a seat.", I pointed to the couch, sitting myself down, "What can I do for you?"

"Well", he started, seemingly unable to find the right words. "My pack and I are in need of some of your services ... Master of Demons"

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yaayies for the smut :P Hopefully nobody fainted from nosebleeding *hahaha*

As always, would be glad to read some comments and your thoughts :3

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