Crimson Invitation

Pretending I knew that no one would object, I turned and started heading for my parents' old room. The utter silence and stillness behind me was screaming that blood was about to be spilled. At least that's what my wolf's warning said. The little girl in me squeezed her eyes shut, willing the monster under her bed not to notice the mattress trembling. "No," I shouted to myself. "You're not a weak little girl." I continued walking, forcing myself to remember that I'm their Luna. It's my job to protect the pack. Uncle Nathan is part of that pack. He is deserving of my protection, even at the expense of my relationships.

Seemingly years later, I let out a sigh of relief. I could feel the tension slide from my mates. Our Ulfric had decided that pack stability was more important than his instinct to dominate. I knew Emily was still disappointed that I wasn't joining her, but she didn't complain. She'd spent the last ten years waiting for me. She could survive sharing. Without a word, she turned to head outside so she could take her shower on the deck.

My mates having given in didn't mean I felt as if I'd won anything. The conversations we'd be having weren't going to be pleasant. We all knew I was just prolonging the inevitable. What they didn't know was that the seemingly disrespectful act I was committing was for the pack's stability. It made my heart ache to think about what it was doing to my mates, but I felt like I had no choice. The pack was more important.

I reached into the large walk-in shower enclosure and started all three heads flowing. I wanted as much noise as possible drowning out what I worried might be necessary in the next few minutes. It was a stupid thought. I felt Emily head outside as my dad went to my room, which meant two things had to be true. One: the nearly silent padding of feet approaching me from behind had to be my uncle's. And two: it wouldn't matter if my mates could hear what happened or not. They would feel what was happening to me, as easily as I could feel them. Well... Fuck!

Hoping to lessen any bad feelings, I tried sending "lovey-dovey" feelings down our bonds. All I could do at that point was hope they would forgive me. And no, I couldn't just tell them what had happened to Pugs. If I did, Uncle Nathan would lose face on an epic scale. It would trigger a plummeting respect for him that would be felt by the entire pack. And not only that, by hiding the situation, I'd be seen as having purposely disrespected both Emily and our Ulfric. I'd accepted my uncle's mark the day after being mated and moments after acknowledging my imprinting with Emily. I may not have done it on purpose, but I'd still done it. All four of us would be dishonored. It would be the end of our pack.
When the water was warm, I stepped into the enclosure without saying a word, not even when turning after grabbing the loofa and body wash. I just held them out in a combination of offering and command. As I did, his eyes roamed over my body, as he had in the kitchen, only he was no longer being magically influenced. I knew my nudity wouldn't have ever affected him if Emily hadn't triggered my own arousal while bonding with the pack. Think apple and Eden. My nudity could now be noticed and appreciated.

He'd watched and felt my sexual excitement at least twice now. He'd felt it as I bonded with him and the rest of the pack, and again when I called his wolf. But, more importantly, he'd not only marked me, I'd accepted. I was still free to refuse him, but his wolf no longer needed to suppress any desire he had for bedding me. Mating with me was still out of the question, but that didn't mean he wouldn't want me on a less metaphysical level.

I really had no idea what I was going to do or how to do it, at least not lucidly. Instinctively, I felt that I'd pulled the magic from him during sex and that I needed to give it back in a similar way. I was honestly trying to figure out how those thoughts were flawed, but I couldn't come up with a valid argument. I'd need to experiment, but I didn't have time at that moment.

I watched his quickly engorging member grow into the impressive phallus I knew him to have. To be honest, knowing his desire for me was his own, and not a magically induced compulsion, stoked a fire low in my belly. So with a knowing smirk, I lifted the bathing supplies a little higher. I was hoping to refocus his thoughts on the immediate task. But like everything else today that didn't involve Emily, I was stalling.

I mean, yes. I have one of the hottest uncles on the planet, but I needed to touch grass. I figured I'd be forced to include sex somehow. But if I couldn't give him back enough magic to slip his skin and keep his clothes at the same time, it would just be empty sex. Well, okay, really good sex. At least I was assuming it would be really good sex. I'd had a very limited experience pool at that stage, and all three times, it had been unreal.

He took the items, coated the loofa with a generous amount of body wash, and began to gently scrub my chest. Trying to keep the moment as clinical as possible, I tilted my head under one of the cascades of water and began rinsing my hair. After wetting it thoroughly, I tilted my head back even more to rinse my face.

The unintended, but possibly subconscious, offering of my chest did not go unnoticed by my uncle. Nope, not even for a moment.

I heard him drop the body wash with a clunk, and the loofa with a soft splat, just before having my hips pulled to his by the hands on my ass. Before I could even rub the water from my eyes, I'd been pressed against the wall with my legs lifted to encircle his hips. I locked my ankles without thought, simply from a sudden fear of being dropped. I'm pretty sure it didn't have anything to do with suddenly feeling his hard shaft against my stomach or my breasts being pressed into his chest. Mmm, well, maybe it did. Although I do remember the shock of it, and that it drew a gasp from me. The shock and something more. His primal growl against my neck vibrated through me from my head, through my wolf, and into my groin.

Pugs wasn't strong enough to call her into being, but he didn't need to. My arms went around his neck, and we found each other's mouths. With our mutual moan of pleasure, all thoughts of avoidance were lost. I'd honestly hoped I'd figure out how to return his magic without sex, but things were moving way too fast. My body was in a full sprint as my head watched. My new BFF even overtook my wolf, as she tried to sort out how her passion was going to help things. The 'me' parts were trying to yell, "Slow down, this is supposed to be about magic". Even as I listened to both voices, my body lifted itself higher using his shoulders and my legs pushing against his hips.

Even with our height difference, we almost had to break our kiss before I felt his long shaft slip along my labia and then between my legs. I drove myself downward in hopes of instant gratification. It wasn't to be. I'd missed. Grunting in frustration, I lifted again and felt Pugs reach under a leg to align himself. Even so, I was forced to rock my hips a few times until I found the right angle and drove myself down.

My head was still asking, 'Is this really happening?' while my body started trying to split itself in half. It hadn't taken long to realize that water isn't exactly the best lubricant, but I've never been a quitter. The challenge only served to make me more determined to have all of him. By that time, my wolf had decided she liked what was happening, whether it was good for the pack or not. As for me, my own lubricants were rapidly overcoming the water. Soon, with each consecutive bounce and flex of my hips, I was feeling stretched more and more as his shaft worked deeper inside me.

Did I mind the pain? Nope, didn't mind a bit. It was like taking his beautiful cock into my throat. It hurt, but god, it hurt sooo good! And the moment the head of his dick finally mashed my cervix, the confusion vanished.

The 'me' part of my brain suddenly remembered the moment I'd healed his nose. It was like a switch had been thrown, and I simply knew. I realized it wasn't about effort; it was about intent. My thoughts on the ridge had been about cleansing away the damage I'd inflicted and the memories of the pack comforting me the same way. My heart wanted to alleviate his suffering. The unconscious release of magic simply obeyed my intent the best way it could by healing him.

There in the shower, my wolf was all about increasing the power of the male she was riding. After all, why would any female want less than an alpha? With the epiphany of how to fix our problem came joy. With the joy and intense stretching came sexual bliss. With the bliss came a rush of power. Mmmm, yes. Sooo, so good.

I can't say how long it took to remember what I was supposed to be doing. But when I did, I redirected the flow of magic, pushing enough power into Uncle Nathan's wolf for him to shift two or three times. When I knew he couldn't hold any more without calling it, I still pulled more from the forest into my own wolf. There wasn't a thought of needing it, or even how I was doing it. It simply continued.

The forest is part of me. The forest is life, and life is magic. It filled me, and by doing so, it fed my ardor. I felt my orgasm build slowly, being driven to higher levels with each thrust of our frantically surging hips. My mewling soon increased to moans and gasps that built into shouts. It wasn't long before I couldn't contain the shouts, the volume increasing with every breath. Minutes went by as I screamed in pleasure before my orgasm absolutely slammed into me.

Just so you know, this wasn't even close to what you'd call 'making love'. It had nothing to do with bonding or mating either. This was straight-up, magically-enhanced fucking on a primal level. Even after the orgasm hit, it kept rolling over me like the wheels of a runaway freight train... A long freight train.

It was Uncle Nathan who finally pulled me from the orgasmic loop by filling me with his scalding cum. He'd changed his rhythm and added the sensation of hot liquid "YUM" deep in my belly. Between the two, it broke the spell. Even so, we both held still for several panting moments before opening and then locking our eyes. We both grinned while he slowly lowered my feet to the floor. And yes, I was disappointed when his shaft slipped from me. It left me feeling cavernously empty, but I needed to make some rules.

"I invited you to shower with me because I knew that if you couldn't slip your skin, it would have meant the end of our pack. That didn't mean I intended to let you fuck me. I'm mated twice over and consider them above you in pack rank and importance of relationships. This was an emergency, and the sex just happened. I don't really know all the rules yet, but since I accepted your mark, that seemed to mean you're allowed privileges. If I'm mistaken, then this was definitely a one-off. If you're allowed, it still isn't going to happen often. No offense. I really... really enjoyed it, but your daughter and my dad come first."

He stayed silent and handed me the shampoo. As I saw to my hair, he quickly washed me and then himself. When we were done washing, he finally spoke. "I get it, Luna. The pack comes first. Plus, you've given me several gifts today. While your body was certainly the most enjoyable, it was the least significant. I understand even more than you what would have happened if I couldn't slip my skin. You've not only saved my life but the pack from civil war and dissolution. I also know that no one else but the two of us can ever know how close we came to bringing down the pack. If you tell anyone, especially our Ulfric, he will be forced to have me killed. Not because he doesn't like me, but because you will have been the only reason I could shift."

I interrupted with, "Pugs, you're forgetting I was the one who took your magic to begin with. How is it fair to kill you because I gave it back?"

He sighed. "An Alpha that lets someone take his wolf is no Alpha at all."

"My dad said that I'm stronger than anyone except legends from long past. If that's true, all I'd need to do is prove I can steal magic whenever I want." He was watching me as I lowered my gaze and mumbled, "All I have to do is figure out how to do it without calling their wolves and having sex with them."

He gave me a sardonic smile. "Layci, even if you figure it out, you can't tell anyone. The lesser members would still take it as a sign to challenge me, no matter what. It would be the same as if you hadn't given back my power at all."

"Okay," I agreed, nodding once. "Our secret." Then I paused a moment before trying to change the subject by asking, "Any ideas for breakfast?"

He gave me a hungry look and dropped to his knees. "I can think of something," he replied as his hands shot out to grab my hips.

I giggled but stepped out of his reach. "No! That's only for Emily."

He nodded and shut off the water, but as I turned to reach for a towel, he grabbed my hips from behind and pressed his chest against my back. I was forced to bend at the waist and brace against the bench with one hand and the towel rack with the other. "We can't," I said lightheartedly. I wasn't mad at him for trying to take more liberties, but I reminded him of how I felt. "That was a one-off, remember. At least until I know the rules."

I gasped as I felt him maneuvering for penetration. How could he have gotten hard so fast? "Trust me, Layci. I know the rules. You've accepted my mark. Not only is this allowed... its expected."

With that, I felt my lips separating, and without thought, my feet widened to give him better access. 'Oh, fuck yes,' I thought as he sank all the way in with one slow push. "Are you sure?" I asked hopefully, after it was already too late. What is wrong with me?

"Positive," was the reply as he began thrusting into me again.

Within moments, I was fascinated by the sounds we made as they echoed off the tile walls. Or at least my wolf was. My human thoughts centered on the physical pleasures and the occasional semi-lucid musings of, 'God, I hope he's right about it being expected.'

Strangely, there was no slow magical build-up that time. One moment, I was basking in how good it felt and wondering how mad my dad was going to be; in the next, I had exploded without warning. As I moaned obscenely loudly and shook through my release, I almost went to my knees. The whole time, I thought I was peeing myself. It embarrassed me like nothing ever had before, but I was helpless to stop it. Not that Pugs seemed to mind. As the scent of my discharge washed over us, I felt him swell and then fill me to overflowing. When my vagina finally stopped milking his cock for the hot fulfillment it craved, I realized that things could easily get very complicated.

I was wondering, "How hard is it for a werewolf to get pregnant anyway?" Which was something else I needed to find out about. Hopefully sooner, rather than later, seeing as I wasn't on the pill. Although when I started to worry, my wolf helpfully informed me that I wasn't currently fertile. I guess that knowledge came as a free add-on to the injury database.

"Oh, Layci. Did you know you could squirt? That's going to make things easier for us."

I had absolutely no idea how that could make things any easier, except maybe by reducing my embarrassment. I hadn't peed after all. Yes, I'd heard of squirting. We did have satellite internet, remember? Plus, I'd witnessed it when Emily had blessed me with it minutes before. No, I hadn't known I could, or why it seemed to please my uncle so much. Yes, the orgasm was intense and very pleasurable, as was the whole encounter. But since it wasn't during an expression of a mating bond or during a magical exchange, the intensity wasn't insane or anything.

Moments later, I giggled, thinking, 'I guess my sexual expectation bar has been set pretty high.' I had just cum hard enough to squirt, but comparatively, it was only "meh".

I continued giggling to myself as I washed off again. But, I noticed a certain uncle had left the shower with my scent very boldly perfuming his groin and thighs. I could feel his wolf bursting with smug delight. I stopped giggling.

'Oh, boy,' I thought. "Conversation time."

End of Chapter 4.

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