Mack let me be silly. Role-playing like he was a long ago cartoon character wil e coyote and I was the roadrunner. Instead of
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ing and running away from him I'd
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and run to jump into his arms. He let me draw sweet nothing tattoos of rainbows and unicorns on his pecs. He ate dinners I made solely of waffle castles with whipped cream snow covered landscapes while I shared stories of something called Winter Wonderland. I've painted his toenails pink while he sat in a chair and after the pedicure I'd sucked each of them into my mouth until his cock leaked and he moaned bucking his hips up in the air. We would wrestle playfully and then patiently he'd instruct me how to break free from his hold to gain the dominant position. We had quiet evenings of reading and sometimes I'd recite things like the 'top 10 blow job tips to please your man' from a brittle magazine dating back over a hundreds years. The fun part was putting them to the test.
He let me be silly, such a novelty, and accepted me exactly as I am. A defenseless human. And he paid me back by doing thing that showed me exactly who he was. Brutal. He would fuck my ass and tell me to rub my clit if I wanted any pleasure. He pierced my nipples and finger fucked me watching my tits bounce and sway with the new jewelry pieces attached. He would slam me against the wall with his hand over my throat in a blood choke while he fucked me to an almost blackout, just to release his grip until I recover only to tighten it down again. And always with him I was coming and coming. He was so brutal but I loved it. It was part of who he was. His primal wolf lived so close to the surface even while he walked in human form.
I'm getting ahead of myself thought because it wasn't always like this between us. He found me months ago. Alone and barely scavenging enough to stay alive in a world filled with werewolves. I was a terrified mess hiding in the attics or basements of any house that seemed promising. The first time and many of the subsequent times he followed me to another location I would ridiculously end up screaming and slinging my baseball bat in wide arcs to ward off his claws or bites that never even came or threatened me. Caterwauling for help that wouldn't come. Acting out in fear and in deep seeded frustration of the hunt and hide life I was living. All the while he calmly and quietly brought me food or whatnots and kept his distance.
Eventually I stopped screaming and thinking he was going to eat me or call his other pack mates over to make my presence known. In those weeks of me fleeing from house to house he was always able to track me down so I stayed under his watchful gaze. He had shifted from wolf to beast to man enough times for the shock to wear off and that we could hold a civil enough conversation.
I sat on the back porch stoop of the latest crumbling house I kept residence in, backpack and baseball bat at the ready. But instead of pushing off to go with my head on swivel looking out for the next threat I sat and looked up at the night sky. Seeing it time lapse from blue and pink to orange and purple. Wanting to feel awe from the beauty of nature, knowing that would be the natural reaction, instead I felt numb and exhausted.
I didn't even jump when he approached from the side of the yard and sat beside me. "What are you doing out in the open Sarah?"
I didn't have an answer. With a deep sigh I glanced over at him and noticed that he took up the mantle of watch, eyes sharp, not missing a thing. And that was the first time I felt safe with Mack. The exhaustion was still there but the overwhelming relief I felt from being with someone else that might care about my wellbeing flooded me.
"I was on my way out but got sidetracked by that sunset." I finally said enjoying the close proximity of his body heat on the side of my body. But it was better not to assume that anything changed and I was still on my own. I shoulder my backpack and stood up. Tossing him a can of peaches in heavy syrup that I had set aside for him, "Thanks for not eating me."
He caught it with a grin and set it down before standing up beside me.
"If you run any further north you'll be leaving my clans territory. If you do keep running," He said and paused looking at me waiting until I made eye contact. "I won't be able follow you."
"All I know is how to run." I said.
"Let me show you something different then."
And damn if I could refuse that.
From that moment on he has been keeping me among his pack. Merging me into their lives hadn't been easy. The Alpha was not willing to extend protection to a lowly human. I can still remember the first time I was in his audience and the main subject of debate. He stated plainly that he thought I was a minority, a weakling and the lowest of the low. Not even a part of the pack. The Alpha held the superior belief that humans would die off eventually or accept the bite to turn and become relevant among a clan.
Still Mack stood tense in front of him. "Alpha, if you won't give protection then I'm asking that you state her as mine. That it be known among the pack. Any ill effects from her being here I'll handle personally. You don't ever have to lift a finger."
"No." Alpha said. "I'll not have any part of this ill advised union. She doesn't even smell of you Mack. I won't state your claim when it isn't even true. How do you know she's worth it?" He eyed me with disgust but continued. "Deal with the consequences of your decision or change her."
Mack's tactic on the matter of my safety was austere in those early days. He refused the option of turning me into a lycanthrope with his bite. So instead I remained locked behind closed doors with him only coming and going from his rooms to bring me what I needed. Warning me to never open the door for anyone other than him. He came to me battered and bloody the majority of the time. The violence against him worried me and even though he healed quickly I assumed the reason for his need to fight was to defend my presence, a human that wouldn't accept the bite. That didn't sit well with me.
So sick with guilt one night I talked him into letting me clean him up even while he tried to shrug off my gentle strokes.
"You don't need to Sarah. I'll be fine soon."
"Yes but- that isn't the point Mack." I said taking hold of his hand. My aim was the kitchen. If he didn't want to follow me then there was no way I could drag him. Being allowed this I gestured for him to sit as I ran hot water over a soft cloth in the sink. Standing beside him I inspected the worst looking gashes on his neck that I guessed were from some werewolf's claws. So close to his jugular I shuddered. I dabbed away the crusted blood from his healing wound. I watched fascinated by his strong pulse still beating so close to the scar on his neck. The scar all werewolves have from the turning bite. His was a mangled mess of puckered flesh, topography of red gullies and white peaks standing starkly against his bronze skin. I swayed around him for better access to clean a patch of dried blood or gently run my fingers along a bruise on his face. I had moved around him until I stood facing him, straddling one of his thick thighs, when I looked up at him. His body a furnace radiating heat, melting me from the inside out. "I can't stay here and watch you turn shades of black and blue or bleeding. I don't have the stomach for it. Would it be so bad to turn me?"
"You'll stay human. I didn't ask you here to force this on you. I did it so I could protect you. Do you trust me to do that?" He asked his hands coming up to hold my hips. I shivered at his touch and liquid heat ran from my flushed checks to pool and lap at the core of my pussy. All the talk of being his with the Alpha and him stating I was his but never acting on it had built a tension in me I didn't know existed until he put those claiming hands on my hips.
I felt drunk and a little dizzy but nodded.
