Canis Lupus

Chapter Three


The bathroom was huge. No, that was an understatement. The bathroom was the size of her entire apartment. The smooth marble floors were cool under her feet, and she padded over to the sink to place her bag on it. On the far side of the room, there was a large stall-type shower, big enough to fit at least six people standing up. In the middle of it, there was a huge tub, large enough to swim in. Instead of one measly tap to fill it up, there were nine gilded brass pipes whose purpose, she assumed, was for emptying water into the tub. Deciding against the shower, Leilani fiddled with the knobs for the bathtub, before getting it to work. The tub filled quickly, and forgoing her own soap, she decided that she would use as much of Robin’s as possible, hoping to spite him in some small way.


Leilani sank into the tub until only her nose was visible above it. She sighed. Leave it to her to get herself into this mess. She’d never had exceptionally good luck, but this by far, was the worst situation she’d ever been in. Not only was she stuck in a den of werewolves, she was stuck with a perpetually horny, rude, alpha, who was completely used to getting his way. Leilani broke the surface of the water, and pushed off of the bench that ran all the way around the tub. She floated to the center, where she discovered that her feet could only barely graze the floor when her entire head was under water. After she washed her hair, and scrubbed her body, she grimly noted that the water was running cold. Disappointed, and not wanting to waste anymore water (she was still unable to forget her copious use of the water bottles from her trunk), she got out of the tub, grabbing a soft and obviously expensive towel to dry with. Using the toiletries in her bag for the first time that night, she brushed her teeth, and applied some deodorant before exiting the bathroom. When she stuck her head cautiously out of the bathroom, she saw no one. Robin wasn’t on the bed, or on the couch watching television. Feeling confident, she left the bathroom completely, and made her way to the bed.

“I was waiting for you,” whispered a familiar voice, while arms wrapped around her waist. She felt Robin press his nose against her throat, and her breath hitched. “You smell good,” he said, running a hand down her stomach.


“W-what are you doing?” Leilani asked anxiously, cursing herself for sounding so breathless. “Stop touching me!” her voice lacked any real conviction.

“You don’t really want me to stop, right?” Robin murmured, kissing a path up her neck, and palming one of her breasts through the towel. “I was waiting for you to come out. I wanted to apologize for tricking you.” He murmured, lips grazing her shoulder. One of his hands crept underneath the towel, and he slid one finger along the damp lips of her pussy. Leilani moaned, and tried to fidget away. Robin held fast, pinching her nipple through the towel, and gently slipping one finger into her tight center. “Oh, I wanted to do this all day,” he groaned, biting softly at the junction between her neck and shoulder. Leilani’s head lolled back, and she groaned. Robin kept massaging her breasts, while thrusting his fingers in and out of her pussy. Leilani gently thrust her hips toward his hands, and he chuckled and pulled away slightly. She moaned in disappointment, and opened bleary, lust glazed eyes.

“Wha…?”

Robin laughed again, and continued kissing her neck. “You want to come, don’t you?” he asked softly, pinching her nipple. Leilani let out a high-pitched moan, but she shook her head.

“N-no, I don’t want you…” she gasped, struggling weakly. Robin licked the shell of her ear, and she shivered.


“You’re a bad liar,” he said, thrusting two of his fingers inside her, making a wet squelching noise. “Your pussy wants my cock. Bad.” Leilani’s face flamed as her center clenched at the thought of him thrusting his thick dick into her dripping wet cunt. He smirked against her skin. “Liar,” he repeated. Leilani felt the pleasure curling into a tight ball in her belly.

“Nngh,” she moaned intelligibly. She was so close… If only he’d speed up, or do something. But Robin seemed completely content to thrust his fingers into her cunt slowly; keeping her on the precipice of orgasm, but not enough to send her tumbling over into a pleasurable abyss. “Please…” she muttered thrusting her hips at him.


“Please what?” Robin murmured, enjoying her sweet torture.


“Please…make me come…” she whispered, and he chucked, pulling his fingers out of her pussy, and pushing her down onto the bed. He loomed over her, eyes travelling up and down her body hungrily.


“Say it again.” He ordered, pressing her into the mattress with his body. “I want to hear it again.” He ground his hard cock into her dripping center, and Leilani gasped. Her cheeks reddened, and she turned her head away from his. He didn’t object, waiting silently above her.

“Please make me come, Robin.”

“Good bitch,” he growled, and thrust in hard. Leilani’s eyes rolled up into her head, and she groaned. Leilani felt herself being thrust into the mattress, but she didn’t care, as long as he kept moving. Every time he thrust himself back inside of her throbbing cunt, stars exploded behind her closed eyelids. He slammed into her, bruising her hips. “Open your eyes,” he growled, and she did. Leilani’s eyes drifted open, and she licked her slightly parted lips, panting. Robin was staring down at her, his eyes boring into hers. “Don’t you dare close your eyes when I fuck you.” He breathed, tightening his grip on her waist. Feeling a sudden burst of fire, she opened her mouth, each word jarred by the force of his thrusts.

“You-don’t-own-me!” she said tersely, trying to keep her eyes from rolling closed. Robin’s forceful momentum slowed, until he was barely moving at all. Leilani clenched around him desperately, trying to encourage him to begin his brutal fucking again, but he only chuckled. Face flaming, she turned her head away from his, only to feel his fingers on her chin, forcing her to stare directly into his eyes.

“I don’t own you.” He said, not moving an inch. It was not a question.

“N-no.” she murmured lamely.

“Then who owns this pussy?” he snarled, pulling out, and forcing his thick cock back inside her tight, wet center. She gasped. “When you fuck yourself with those pretty slim fingers, do you come this hard? Do you flood all over your hand, and then ask for more?” His face was pressed against hers nose to nose, as his cock pummeled her cervix. Leilani’s mouth was hanging slightly open, and she arched her back, trying to get closer to him. Her mind couldn’t even process what was being said, and she didn’t care in the state she was in; crying out, sweating, and wrapping her legs around his waist. “Answer me!” She fought to keep her mouth closed, but the words tumbled out anyway.

“N-no! I—don’t! I—ah-ah-I can’t!” He pistoned into her, picking one of her legs up from around his waist, and placing it over his shoulder.

“Who owns this pussy?” he said, feeling her walls begin to spasm around his cock. “Who?!” he watched in satisfaction as her eyes rolled up into the back of her head, and she clawed the bed sheets, crying out as she came. Leilani felt the words escape her lips before she could stop them as she lay panting on the large bed.

“You… You own it…”

Robin smiled triumphantly, leaning down to kiss the side of her neck, and bite it just hard enough to leave a large, noticeable bruise. Satisfied with his marking, he kissed her lips softly. “That’s all cleared up now, isn’t it?” Leilani turned her face away from him, and crawled up to he head of the bed, to collapse on her side. The lights flickered off, and soon the television was going. A single tear slipped down her cheek, and soaked into the pillows.

~

Leilani awoke the next morning to the sight—and smell—of a delicious breakfast spread out in front of her. A huge tray had been set on the bed; and clothes were folded next to her. Had Robin done all of this when she was sleeping? A light blush tinted her cheeks, and a smile ghosted across her face. Maybe he’d felt a bit bad after ambushing her after he bath last night, and wanted to make it up. Eagerly, she grabbed the note next to her plate of eggs, and opened it.

Hope you enjoyed last night as much as I did. You’ll notice that there aren’t any panties in that pile of clothes. All of the servants have been instructed not to give you proper under-covering until you learn not to impede my access with silly notions.

Robin.

Leilani fumed, crumpling the note and smashing it into the wood flooring with her foot. Searching through the pile of clothing, the only type of underwear she’d found was a pushup bra—which she didn’t need—and a tiny g-string, made of transparent lace. What had that asshole meant by “silly notions”? Probably when she’d insisted that she was her own person, and owned her own body, and he’d fucked her until she was too exhausted to continue arguing with him about it.

At least it was pretty.

Leilani tried to keep her anger to a minimum, but she failed miserably, storming around the room, kicking furniture, and throwing pillows until her arms hurt. She screamed into the bedding, and threw fists at the spot where he had lain last night, but in the end, she still had to take a shower, and put on the dental floss underwear.

And she did. After angrily gulping down the food on the bed, she took a shower, and carefully donned the “panties”, trying not to get the tiny string broken or twisted. Next, came the tight jean skirt, which was almost too small. It wasn’t as short as her shorts, but short enough for her to be nervous that someone would see her…privates if she wasn’t sitting just so. A nice, loose fitting t-shirt was what she’d thought she would get to go over the tiny skirt, and it was, to a certain extent. Leilani did not have small breasts. Far from it, in fact. So, as a rule, so that she did not spill completely out of whatever she was wearing, she avoided low cut shirts. The “v” in the shirt ended about two inches from her belly button, exposing the tops and sides of her tits to the world. If that wasn’t enough, the shoes that were by the bedside were pumps, forcing her hips to sway with her gait more than they normally would. Before leaving the room, she saw that the back of the crumpled note had something else written on it.

When you are ready, please come meet me in the conference room for lunch. Several of the other alphas from packs across the state will be there. This will decide whether you have protection from the packs should anything happen. Promptly at one p.m. would be nice.

That was it, she didn’t care who was showing up where; Leilani was going to walk up and down that pompous asshole in her pretty black pumps. Ordering her around as though she were nothing more than his plaything for him to paw at and parade around in front of other prominent members of werewolf society. Leilani may have been human, but she wasn’t stupid: he wanted more than just protection from the other packs, he wanted to prove to her that she was his. He’d done everything to mark his “territory” but piss on her leg; and she wasn’t about to bring that up, lest he find some hidden unknown kink. The alarm clock next to the bed read a little after one, and she smiled triumphantly. She’d show up when she felt like it, and not a moment sooner. Besides, what could he possible do to her if she was late? Spank her? She laughed, but the smile quickly faded. Best not to put that past him either. Standing from her kneeling position on the floor, Leilani decided that she was ready to go to the meeting.

Not because he’d told her to either.

Tottering to the door, she opened it, and peered out silently. There were very few people milling about outside, but for the most part, there was no one. Stepping out into the corridor, she pulled the door closed behind her, trying to keep a low profile. As though they didn’t already know who she was. Leilani kept her head down, not staring anyone directly in the eye. She wandered the hallways aimlessly for a few moments, and looked up only when she ran directly into the solid chest of a young man.

“I’m so sorry,” she replied quickly, brushing a stray lock of hair over her shoulder in embarrassment. He waved it off.


“It’s nothing. If you’re looking for Alpha, he’s in the conference room. Two rights, second door on your left.” He flipped long blond hair over his shoulder and smiled. The other boy with him punched his arm. Leilani breathed out a heavy sigh. There wasn’t going to be an ounce of anonymity here, it seemed.

“Come on, Terry, you’re gonna’ get your ass beat, flirting with Alpha’s girl.”

“Shut up, Ben,” Terry muttered, his pale face flaming. The girls with them giggled cutely, covering their toothy smiles with their delicate palms.

“Oh, well, thank you, very much… I’m not his girl, though.” She corrected tersely, frowning slightly, and walking in the other direction. Their gossiping voices followed her down the hall, and Leilani tried to ignore them as she made her way to the dining room. As she approached, she stopped in front of the door apprehensively, hand held up, poised to knock. She wasn’t sure whether to go in or not, but the decision was made for her, when Robin threw open the doors and yanked her inside; her pumps clattering against the floor.

“And here she is, gentlemen. A little late, but, well worth it.” His voice had a slight edge to it, one that promised punishment later. She shivered. There were four men, all seated at a long oval shaped table, looking slightly bored. Robin stayed standing, pushing her toward the table, so that they would be able to get a better look at her. When she tried to back up to get behind him, he growled low in his throat, and held her still. A few of them looked entertained at this, but said nothing. After a few moments, one of the men spoke, amusement coloring his weathered voice.

“I see. A lovely specimen; if young.” He looked as old as he sounded, wrinkles lining his face, and his dark hair heavily streaked with gray. “I see why you chose her. There’s fire in those eyes.” His heavy southern accent lent a kind air to his voice, and Leilani relaxed slightly. A few heads nodded, and some of the men even ran their eyes up her exposed legs, forced into an awkward but attractive pose by the pumps. The man next to him looked dour, shaking his head repeatedly, and angrily running his hand through his hair.

“What have humans done for us, Robin? Why offer protection to the likes of her? No woman is worth putting all of us at risk!” he responded, banging his fist against the table.

The older man shook his head, and turned to the pale, dark haired young man. “Quiet, Romulus, you’ve been known to have more than a few dalliances with human women.”

“But I never brought them home with me, Garth!” he snarled, his nails raking the table. “Besides, all we need is for more extremists to catch onto us. All for a little human woman.”

There was a slight murmur around the table, and Leilani wished she knew more of what was actually going on. She felt like she was on parade, in her adorable—if slightly slutty—outfit, in front of what seemed to be, the most prominent werewolf political officials in the area. Her knees shook slightly; where these the people that had to approve of her? And why did she need protection in the first place? Was Robin not strong enough alone?

“The both of you can get married later, now, we have to decide whether Leilani gets the protection of the packs.” Robin cut in, stopping the bickering before it could evolve into a full blown argument. Everyone nodded. One man that had not spoken up after she entered shrugged. Bright red hair fell down to his shoulders in a wild tangle, and a light beard covered his face.

“I don’t care, personally. If ever it came to blows, I suppose having one extra person in my den wouldn’t hurt anybody. I’ll lend her my protection.” Robin nodded at this.

“Thank you, Paul. You have our gratitude.” Robin’s hand was crushing hers, and Leilani had a feeling it was more because of her lateness and jittery manner than because he was nervous.

“I will as well. Been quite a while since I have had a human near the pack. If need be, she has my claws.” Garth paused. “You have been a good friend to me, Robin. I return the favor.” Before Garth was even through, Romulus raked his fingers across the table, and snarled.

“The woman will not endanger my pack!” he gritted, crossing his arms resolutely. “I would not loose one strand of fur for the bitch. Let the hunters come for her.” He growled, baring his teeth at her. Leilani pressed herself against Robin’s side, but he remained still. “My protection is for wolves and wolves alone.” The last man, a blond, shook his head.

“I have no opinion on the matter. Should the situation arise, you all know where to find me. Robin, I take my leave.” He stood, far taller than Leilani herself, and swept out of the door. She watched him go. Romulus shoved his chair back as well, and stomped toward the door.

“My pack and I arrive for the after-moon ceremony within the fortnight. Keep the human bitch out of my sight.” His thudding footsteps resounded down the hallway. The only two left, Paul and Garth, bowed and left politely, kissing Leilani’s hand. She swore she felt a hand ghost across her thighs, but she couldn’t be sure it wasn’t Robin’s. As soon as the door closed, Leilani felt herself pushed to the table, with Robin leaning broodingly over her. After the last footsteps faded down the hall, he crushed her to the table, nearly bending her over backwards, which only served to reignite her temper.

“When I say promptly at one, I mean promptly at one,” he growled, reaching under the skirt to run one finger along her slit.

“I-I—”

“You, you?”

Leilani pushed him off of her roughly, and ground her heel into his foot. He howled in pain, and she smirked with satisfaction. Robin looked angrily up at her, and a grin ghosted across her face.

“I am not someone to be played with!” she said resolutely, kneeing him in the crotch for good measure, and striding out of the room.

It was late in the afternoon, there were several people out in the halls, including Trent who smiled, and clapped her on the back. She heard Robin swearing angrily, still in the conference room. “Good morning, Trent,” she said, smiling lightly. Trent inclined his head slightly toward the conference room door, then shook it.

“I don’t want to know what just went on in there, did I?” he muttered, scratching his head. Leilani shook her head. “Well, good morning then. I trust you’re already eaten? Don’t want Robin making us seem like savages who starve their guests before they eat them.”

Leilani looked stricken.

“Sorry. A little werewolf humor.” She smiled at this.


“Well, I think I’ll be off before—”


“Before Robin comes out and discovers you flirting with his beta?” a familiar voice floated out from behind her, and she swallowed, before her face hardened into a grimace.


“If I wanted to flirt—which I wasn’t—you’d have no right to say anything. You don’t own me.” Leilani began to stomp angrily away, but Robin’s hand encircled her wrist. “Let go of me!”


“But we’re not done talking, dear,” he groused, dragging her back toward the conference room, her face flaming in embarrassment.


A/N: I'm sorry for the really late update, but I have to say... I really don't enjoy writing this, because it was a one-shot, and purely for smut amusement purposes... So if there is an overly long wait for a chapter, then that's probably why...