Feral Epilogue
Elora
"Where are your boots?" Dell moved around the living room, tossing a few throws off the couch. One of them landed on Hemlock, covering the puppy completely. He let out a sleepy snort, annoyed at having his nap interrupted.
A youngling's squeal made me turn back to the window. Several pack members meandered through the village, heading for the packhouse. The omegas and betas were bundled up against the fierce wind, but the alphas walked around shirtless—the cold weather not bothering them in the least. I scanned each face, recognizing a few, but most were still unfamiliar. I had only lived in the village a little over a month now, and outside of Livia and her sister, I didn't really know anyone.
"What's the party for again?" I asked, pressing my hands against the windowpane. The cold from outside seeped through, fogging up the glass around my fingers and making me shiver.
"It's an annual festival. We honor all the wolves of the past that gave their lives to protect the pack." Dell placed my furry black boots next to my feet. "There will be lots of food, dancing, and a ceremony at the burial grounds later tonight."
"That sounds depressing."
He chuckled. "It sounds sad, but it's actually a lot of fun. It's a celebration of their memories. You'll love it."
My temper flared a bit. I had wanted to leave the house for weeks, and now that I was finally going somewhere, I would be surrounded by the entire pack. The thought made me want to hide in my nest and never come out. "So why am I suddenly allowed to leave the house?" I asked, a little too snippy.
Dell gave me a pointed look, not bothered by my attitude in the least. "You know very well that you've always been allowed to leave the house."
"No, I'm not," I shot, glaring at my mate. "Every time you leave for work, you remind me to stay put."
Dell let out a long sigh, then wrapped his arms around me. I wanted to jerk away, but I was chilly and he was warm. "Elora, you aren't allowed to wander around by yourself. You can go anywhere you like with an escort. Livia has offered many times to take you to her house or even the marketplace, but you always refuse. If you're restless, why not go? Her brother will keep you safe. I trust Evander."
I pressed my cheek against his firm chest, feeling very overwhelmed. "I don't want to go with an alpha I don't know. I want to go with you."
Gripping my shoulders, Dell pulled me away from him. Despite the frustration growing in his green eyes, his tone was still soft. "I tried to get you to go to the market just yesterday, and you said no. Why?"
I pressed my lips together, not sure what to say. I just wanted to walk around the woods by myself, not cut through a busy street filled with strange smells and unknown alphas. Dell let out a long sigh, then kissed the top of my head. I was thankful he didn't make me answer.
"I know this is a big village, and you're still not used to it." He knelt in front of me and grabbed my ankle. His big hand lifted my foot, slipping on a boot, then the other. "But there are a lot of good people here." He gripped my hips, looking up at me with so much affection. I wished I wasn't wearing a knitted dress. It was too thick to really feel his hands on me.
"You'll like this," he whispered, resting his chin on my belly. "I promise."
I bit my bottom lip, not ready to admit defeat. "If you stay home with me, I'll do that thing you like." I held my breath, hoping he'd cave.
"Elora." He slowly stood, curling his fingers into my soft dress. He pulled me to him, a deep rumble vibrating from his chest. "If you go to this festival, I'll do that thing you like."
I opened my mouth to argue, but before I could get a word out, Dell crashed his mouth to mine, taking me in a heated kiss. He pushed me against the window, his muscular thigh forcing my legs apart. I was too lost in the feel of his tongue-twisting and tasting me to realize he was lifting up my dress.
He cupped my pussy through my leggings, and I gasped, turning my head to expose my throat. "Dell," I whimpered. "Please."
He increased the pressure of his palm, rubbing torturous circles around my clit. Slick soaked my leggings, and he pressed a little harder. "Please, what?"
"Please." My mouth hung open, not sure what I wanted more: to come or to stay home. "Please," I repeated, licking my lips. "Give me what I want."
He leaned down, his mouth just over mine. "No." Then he stepped away.
Shock and anger tore through me, and I bared my fangs at him. "You're an ass," I snarled.
"Maybe." He draped my coat over my shoulders. "But I promise I'll make it up to you later." He moved in to kiss me, and I turned my head, making his lips land on my cheek. He pushed out an amused snort, then held my face so I couldn't move. "You are a brat," he smiled, kissing me softly.
"I'm hot and bothered," I complained. I was being a brat, but I didn't care. "And now you're going to force me to see other people with my clothes soaked in my own slick?"
He leaned down, a playful smile on his lips. "I don't care how pouty you are, little beast. You're going. But if you're good, I'll suck every drop of that slick out of your panties. Then I'll make you come so hard you won't walk for a week."
My pussy clenched, and I swallowed hard, trying like hell not to moan. "I hate you," I said as forcefully as I could. But my voice was far too husky for either one of us to believe it.
"Good," Dell smiled, his fangs flashing. "Stay mad. I like it when you fight. Now go." He popped my bottom, forcing me toward the door.
The blast of cold wind stung my cheeks as we made our way through the cabins. I clutched the front of my wool coat, pushing my scarf a little higher, so it covered my mouth. It smelled like Dell and Hemlock. My two favorite things.
Dell held my hand tight as we walked toward the packhouse. Several burly alphas marched past us, and I moved a little closer to my mate's side. He nodded at Enzo and Mager but neither stopped to talk to us. I was grateful. It was too damn cold to stand around and chat.
My eyes went wide as we approached the packhouse. It was enormous. Row after row of huge windows stared down at us. The yard was neat, framed in naked bushes that were neatly trimmed like square bundles of sticks, and the path was paved with big, flat stones. We walked past the front entrance, and I craned my neck, trying to see where we were going.
"We're going to the Main Hall," Dell said, taking in my curious expression. "It's where all the celebrations are held. It's attached to the packhouse, but there's also a separate door."
I nodded, hoping the hall would be very big. There were so many people on the path with us. I didn't want to be stuck in a tight space with the overwhelming smell of so many strangers. We quickly reached the double wooden doors, and I eyed the two stern-looking guards on either side. I didn't recognize them, but both nodded at Dell, greeting him with smiles. He introduced me, but I only nodded, too distracted to remember either one of their names.
We stepped inside, and my face immediately warmed. I rubbed my cheeks, trying to ease away the prickling sensation as we left the cold behind us. The air was toasty and filled with the warm scent of roasted meats and spiced cakes. I inhaled deeply, letting it wash over me, and Livia's swirling cinnamon aroma caught my nose. I couldn't see her, but it still made me feel better knowing she was here.
"There's a bonfire outside," Dell said, removing my scarf. "If you'd like to go, let me know."
I nodded, taking off my coat and looking around. The room was so big it felt like it could hold every wolf in Havre. The white paneled walls and tall steepled ceiling added to the airy feel. Fireplaces roared at both ends of the room and candles were lit everywhere. I sat at an empty table, watching the pack mingle and excitedly greet each other. It was noisy but cheerful. It wasn't that bad.
"I'm going to get a drink," Dell said. "Do you want to come with me?"
I pressed my hands between my knees and squeezed. My fingertips were like ice. "Will you be far?"
"Elora!" Livia waved excitedly. Her long strawberry-blonde hair swished behind her as she rushed toward me. I let out a heavy sigh of relief, hugging her tight before forcing her to sit next to me.
"Livia." Dell smiled at my friend. "Can I get you something to drink?"
"No, thank you," she said sweetly. "I'm going to force Elora to dance with me."
"Good luck," he snorted, moving toward the bar. Several alphas leaned against it, drinking from frosty steins and talking in big booming voices.
"I'm so glad you're here!" Livia squeezed me again. I was horrible at seeking affection from anyone other than Dell, but she always seemed to know when I needed a hug. "I told Netasha I was worried you wouldn't come."
"Where is she?" I scanned the room, not seeing her sister anywhere.
Livia leaned in, whispering, "She just finished her heat. My mom wouldn't let her come."
"Oh," I nodded in agreement. "That's probably a good idea."
"Yeah, unmated omegas have to be especially careful. But enough about that." She waved her hand through the air as if brushing the conversation away. "We're at a party, and that means dancing!" She heaved me onto my feet. She wasn't much bigger or stronger than me, but her determination won me over.
Before I could protest, she dragged me across the massive room and through the crowd. "Livia," I whispered, surrounded by dancing, sweaty bodies. The music swelled, making it hard to hear. She turned her head so I could talk directly into her ear. "I don't know how to dance."
She laughed. "If you can breathe, you can dance." I scowled at her, and she smiled wider. "Just wiggle in time to the music. If you're horrible at it, wiggle your butt. Your mate will come over and do the rest."
I stared at her, having no idea what that meant, but before I could protest, Livia grabbed my hips and forced me to sway. She swished and swayed, urging me to do the same. After a moment of feeling very awkward, the music shifted into something even more lively. Livia squealed, spinning and bouncing. I mimicked her, putting my hands over my head and letting the music guide me.
It was kind of fun.
Dell
"She looks happy," Mager said, taking a long pull of his ale. His dark skin was flushed, and his smile was unusually goofy. I wanted to laugh at the younger alpha, but I had probably had one too many drinks as well.
"She does." I smiled at my little mate as she shimmied and spun, surrounded by a mess of giggling omegas. I was proud of her. She wasn't great at meeting people, but she looked so happy right now. She laughed with her new friends, holding their hands and yelling into each other's ears so they could be heard over the music. This was exactly what she needed to come out of her shell.
"How's she settling in?" Mager asked. "Oz has been worried about her."
I smiled at the alpha's concern. "She's doing really well. She just gets a bit nervous sometimes. Change is hard."
Mager hummed in understanding. "Well, Elora is tough as nails. And she seems to be fitting in just fine."
My feisty mate squealed loudly as she and Omega Karlin held hands, spinning in tight circles. Her tight-knitted dress rose a bit, and I cursed the cold weather. Omegas should never wear leggings. I wanted to see those smooth, gorgeous thighs.
The beat changed, easing from cheerful to a slow ballad. Karlin bowed to my mate, then turned as Jacks asked him to dance. Elora stood for a moment watching them, then, as if feeling my eyes on her, she spun, and our eyes met. Her cheeks were rosy, and her usually silky hair was unkempt around her face, making her look wild—just like when we first met.
She smiled at me, flashing those adorable little fangs, then her hips moved to the music. Swishing back and forth, she narrowed her heated gaze. Slowly, she brushed her hands over her stomach, up the sides of her breasts, and into her hair. Our bond flared with something flirty, my lusty little mate teasing me from across the room.
I downed my shot of whiskey, then stalked toward her. The crowd parted as I zeroed in on my mate. The air was flooded with a thick mixture of my pack, burning wood, and roasted meats, but my wolf could still pick up Elora's subtle scent of buttercups. She smelled so fucking sweet. I was sure her little panties were soaked with delicious slick.
"Are you having fun?" I whispered in her ear. She shivered as I pulled her against my chest. I smoothed my hands over her shoulders and down her back, squeezing her ass. She felt so fucking good through the downy material of her dress.
"Yes," she whispered.
I hugged her closer, and my cock twitched between us, pushing tight at the front of my pants. I was so fucking hard for her.
Maybe we should have stayed home…
"You look very tempting in this little dress." I bunched up the soft material, squeezing the backs of her thighs. Moving my fingers inward, I caressed the apex of her thighs, pleased to feel it wet and warm.
"Dell," she moaned, the music making it so damn hard to hear her. "Please, Alpha." She pushed her fingers into my hair, tugging at the roots.
Unable to stand it a moment longer, I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her off the dance floor. Elora scurried next to me, our bond filled with her excited curiosity. I should have picked her up, but I was trying to be discreet. I pushed through the crowd, making my way toward the end of the bar. Giving the room a sweeping look, I made sure no one noticed, then I opened the cellar door and pushed my mate inside.
A swift breeze of dust and oak fanned over my face, and I hurried to shut the door. My ears hummed with the faint trace of music in the other room, then it faded, leaving only the sound of Elora's flustered little pants. Her eyes were wide with desire, her pink lips parted to display her fangs and the tip of her tongue.
I picked my lusty mate up and quickly made my way down the stone steps. She caressed the markings along my chest and arm, leaving soft kisses along the edge of my jaw.
The temperature dropped quickly as I reached the bottom of the stairs. The cool air brushed over my sweaty skin, making goosebumps flash, and I squeezed Elora a little tighter to me, hoping it wasn't too cold for her.
"Where are we going?" Elora whispered, her lids half-hooded. She ran a finger over my collarbone, her feather-like touch driving me wild.
"I need to be inside you," I said, my voice deep and commanding.
"Here?" she squeaked, looking around the room as if there were a throng of people just waiting to jump out and surprise us.
"Not in the open," I smirked, knowing her too well. While I didn't mind someone seeing how my sexy omega thoroughly pleased me, she was very reserved when it came to mating in public.
I stepped around a large shelf filled with racks upon racks of wine bottles. Several whiskey barrels lay on their sides, nested snugly together. I placed Elora on a barrel, pushing my hands up the tops of her thighs. "Is this okay?" I asked, praying to the fucking Moon it pleased her.
Instead of answering me, Elora pulled me down, kissing me wildly. Her little tongue slipped into my mouth, her movements already desperate. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear she had been the one drinking all night.
I tugged her dress over her head, revealing her perky, little tits. Her nipples poked out, inviting my mouth and tongue. I capture one, sucking hard, then slow.
"Dell," she moaned, lifting her ass as she pulled down those horrid leggings. Once they were past her ankles, I thrust two fingers deep into her wet pussy. She keened and gripped my shoulders, forcing her nails into my flesh as she moved her hips. "Oh, fuck! Deeper. Please, alpha. Deeper." She moved her hips, rubbing herself against my hand. Her clit was so hard beneath my thumb, and her slick already gushed, filling my palm.
The door overhead creaked, the music from the main hall swelling for a moment, then it slammed shut. I froze. Elora snapped her legs together—my fingers still buried deep inside her. Fear poured out of her big brown eyes as the sound of sloppy kissing filled the room. Angling my head down, I peeked between the bottles of wine, surprised to see Mager and Oz kissing as if they were in battle. They were both demanding and possessive with each other, pulling the other's hair and growling loudly.
Elora's grip on my shoulders tightened as she leaned down to look as well.
The two alphas mauled each other, groping flesh and jerking down each other's pants. Oz's pale skin was flushed pink as Mager gripped his cock, jerking the slightly shorter alpha in slow, steady tugs. A soft gasp left Elora's lips, and I turned to her. She stared at the two alphas, her mouth slightly open and her eyes blown wide with lust.
"Get on your fucking knees," Mager snarled, forcing Oz to the ground. The younger blond alpha growled at the command but still obeyed, opening his mouth wide for Mager's thick cock.
Elora's pussy clenched around my fingers and her knees slowly parted. Loving how turned on she was, I slowly pushed my fingers into her, prepared to stop the moment she protested, but she didn't. Her chest rose and fell, careful breaths making her nipples rise closer and closer to my mouth. I was sure Mager or Oz could smell Elora's sweet slick in the air, but I didn't give a shit.
Gagging, grunting, and wet slurps drifted toward me from the other side of the shelf, and I moved my hand faster. Slick poured from Elora's sweet cunt, trickling down my wrist and dripping over the side of the barrel. Her pussy tightened, and I curled my fingers, flexing them wildly. I wanted to growl and snarl and tell her how fucking pretty she was covered in her own slick, but I kept quiet, letting my omega watch the two alphas devour each other.
Mager roared then grunted, followed by the thick scent of alpha cum.
A deep gasp flew from Elora's throat, and she tipped her head back. Her inner walls fluttered around my fingers, and her hips jerked. My cock strained, leaking a large wet spot of precum on the front of my pants. I needed to fuck her, but I couldn't be quiet. And Elora would kill me if I gave us away.
"Not here," Oz's deep voice made Elora flinch as he spoke to Mager. "Take me home. I need that alpha cock in my ass."
Mager growled in response.
Thankfully, they were quick to leave. Belts jingled, and heavy feet raced up the stairs. The second the door slammed shut, Elora launched herself at me.
"Fuck me!" She growled, biting my bottom lip hard. Her tiny fangs nicked my lip, and I almost came. I loved her like this, wild and desperate for my cock.
I squeezed her ass hard, making sure to leave bruises. I liked her bruised, but my wild, little beast loved it. She pranced around naked for days on end, smoothing her hands over the blue marks, teasing me to do it again.
Unable to wait a second longer, I shoved my mate toward the whisky barrel, forcing her stomach over the curved wood. She cantered her plush ass at me, swaying her hips. The mound of her sex was framed so perfectly between her thighs. I growled deep in my throat as a slow, steady drip of slick rolled down the back of her legs.
"Did you like watching Oz suck Mager off?" I shoved down the front of my pants, releasing my cock. It popped out, smacking Elora's perfect ass. She moaned, pushing her hips back. "Answer me." I slapped a cheek, loving the way it jiggled.
"Yuh, yes." Her voice was breathy and small. She almost sounded embarrassed.
Fisting the base, I pressed my cock between her thighs, slipping the crown up and down her puffy folds. "Do you like watching other people fuck?" A soft whimper left her as she jerked back, forcing my shaft just barely inside her. I gripped her hips, stilling her. "I think you do like it," I teased, moving my hips a fraction of an inch forward. She gasped and growled, trying like hell to move. I pressed my forearm to the small of her back, pinning her in place. "Do you want to know what I think?"
She glared at me hard over her shoulder, her fangs on full display.
"I think you're a dirty, little omega that gets off on the smell of alpha cum." I rutted forward, slamming into her wet heat.
Elora jerked and then screamed.
I placed my hand over her mouth and pounded into her small body. The barrel beneath her groaned from the force as she clawed at the rough wood. She babbled into my hand as my knot started to expand. Her body tensed, and she tipped her head back, screaming out her orgasm.
Grabbing a fistful of her silky hair, I yanked her flush with my chest. My balls tightened, and warmth spread up my spine as my end neared. In one forceful thrust, I popped my knot deep into her weeping cunt. I roared as my cock pulsed, flooding her sweet body with my release.
Elora groaned, exhausted, then fell limp onto the barrel. I spread her ass, admiring where we were still connected. My cock still twitched, filling her to the brim. Cum and slick seeped along the edges of my knot, white and sticky.
"I love you," I whispered, leaning over her and placing several kisses between her shoulder blades. "My dirty, little beast."
She giggled, wiggling beneath me.
"Thank you for coming tonight." I rubbed my face over her back, inhaling as much of her scent as I could. Her floral perfume mixed with the dust and oak around us, filling my lungs. It was oddly intoxicating. "Once my knot goes down, I'll take you home."
She pushed herself up and looked over her shoulder. Her eyes were wide with disappointment. "But you said I could see the bonfire."
My heart swelled, happiness spreading over me like a warm bath. "You want to see the bonfire?"
She bit her bottom lip and smiled. "It sounds like fun."
"Nothing would make me happier."
