Lacy Elise Palmer was the only daughter of Jonathan Everett Palmer, the long time alpha of the Palmer pack of Palmer Island, South Carolina. But even for someone as privileged as she, there was a double standard, her brothers were Considered to be future alphas, in fact her oldest brother John, had already been chosen as the next alpha of the Palmer pack.
But Lacy had those same qualities, when she was among wolves, her every move was watched, everyone was drawn to her, no wolf below the status of beta possessed the dominance necessary to even maintain eye-contact with her, she was an alpha.
But her father had other plans for her, and she submitted to his authority. For all 34 years of Lacy Palmer's life she has been the daughter of one of the country's leading alphas. She was destined to someday be a corporate C.E.O. he could see it in her; she was intelligent, educated, strong, beautiful and dominant. Eight years ago she finished her graduate studies at an Ivy League business school and came to work at Expendable Assets Inc, a cruise ship company which the Palmer pack owns a large percentage in. She has worked her way from the sixth floor sales department to the tenth floor executive suites.
She has lived her life almost exclusively in human form, and that was enough for her. She only began shifting to her wolf when she was an adult, to run with her family when she visited from college, or occasionally she would drive from Charleston to run with them on a full moon. Being in her wolf had always been meant for family bonding time.
That is, until that night when she ran with lower ranking pack members on the Jackson Estate. Lacy understood that her alpha blood made her different from lower ranking 'Were', while she didn't question the wisdom of Luna, she did curse it at times.
We always want what we don't have, don't we?
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Every day at two p.m. you can find Lacy in her office taking her afternoon siesta, which she learned to value during the summer she spent in Spain in her junior year. She credits her success in the corporate world to those siestas as much as she does her education and work ethic. As she stood at a floor to ceiling plate glass window that provided her with a prime view of Charleston harbor, her inner-wolf was reliving her run through the woods that night at the Jackson Estate.
That night had been her wolf's first time being chased and pulled down by a wolf who desired her sexually. The dominance and aggression that Tito's wolf had shown toward her caused her wolf to submit, and for the first time in her life her wolf's sexual nature was awaken.
She was not a virgin, but her sexual experience had been with 'Were' men in their human form, or with genetic human men. She actually had more experience with human men than she did with 'Were'.
Lacy was about to do something that had lately become a regular part of her daily routine. She knew that she wouldn't be able to get any more work done until her inner-wolf was sated. So she hiked her Chanel dress up around her waist, then she sat down with her left leg flung over the chair's armrest, her hand went inside her silk panties allowing the top edge of her pubic fur to be exposed, and then she inserted her middle finger into her tight pussy to the hilt, and curved it upwards, massaging her g-spot while rubbing her clit with the other hand until she came.
Lacy's orgasm was finished, and so was her Siesta. I'd better spray some air freshener in here thought Lacy, before every horny executive on the tenth floor is knocking on my door. Besides, she had already fucked the eligible ones.
Lacy wondered if her wolf was in heat, is this what being in heat feels like?
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Two hours later she was on her way to the gym to do CrossFitt training. It was her latest attempt to find an activity she would enjoy as much as she enjoys her siestas. She wanted to complete stage one, and be able to clean and jerk her body weight. As usual, she was about to win a competition with a male. This time it was a human male, who was about to become her prey. He has an advantage because he weighs less than the one hundred and eighty pounds; she carries on her six foot frame.
She liked his self confidence, he's like five foot nine inches and weighs one hundred and seventy pounds, but he thinks he's six foot three inches and two hundred five pounds.
He hadn't caught on to the fact that she was interested in more than the competition with him; she has a thing for slender men, even though he is shorter than her ideal man. She had been checking him out since the first day she laid eyes on him, she had imagined doing naughty things to his compact physique, she had tried to see the outline of his cock under his workout clothes, but so far she hadn't been able to see anything. So maybe he doesn't have a big one; the fact that she is so tight down there makes cock size important to her.
Right now she just needed a cock inside of her, she had been sniffing the air all week, but so far no suitable wolf had been found, so James, her workout partner might not be what her wolf wants but he's fine looking, and good enough for her.
James was having a time focusing on the various challenges Lacy was issuing tonight, it seemed as though every workout they did drew his eyes to some part of her body. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing anything underneath her yoga pants and her tank-top. He saw her breasts when she did push-ups, the outline of her ass was always on display, and he definitely saw the crease between her pussy-lips when she did sit-ups. He was totally turned on, but as self-confident as he was, he was certain a woman like Lacy would not be interested in a regular guy like him.
So Lacy had to take matters into her own hands. Apparently his confidence only extends to CrossFitt training. James' jaw nearly hit the floor after their workout, when Lacy said to him, do you want to see what I look like without my workout gear?
She entered her address into his cell phone and then looked him in his eyes and said sternly; you will delete this when I tell you too, you will keep your mouth shut about us, and when I say it's over it's over, do I make myself clear?
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As James followed directions from his GPS service, his mind was racing with thoughts that had nothing to do with Lacy Palmer, James was thinking about how in the hell he would be able to prove to his buddies that he fucked one of the most desired women in Charleston without getting his nuts torn off. What could she do to him if he told them after their fling was over? Careful what you ask for James.
He followed Lacy's instructions and pulled his car into her open garage. She opened the door to her house and said come in James, as she pushed the button to close the garage door.
Lacy was wearing a perfume that changes it's scent based on your body's heat and chemistry at any given time. In Lacy's case it had the scent of Lilac. She was dressed in a thong, a matching bra, and five inch heels. Her long thick hair was piled on top of her head, which highlighted just how beautiful her face was.
Can I get you anything offered Lacy? James could only manage to shake his head no. Lacy locked the door and said to James, follow me. She led him down stairs to the finished basement and into a room with beanbag chairs, mirrored walls and a pole in the center. There were different colored lights in the recessed fixtures.
As James took it all in, Lacy said make yourself as comfortable as you like, the show is about to begin.
James plopped down on one of the beanbags without taking is eyes off Lacy, she picked up a remote and turned up the music coming from a source he could not find, she started to move seductively in time with the music, she slithered around the pole, holding onto it and arching her back, then swinging around it as she held on to the pole with one hand.
She slowly removed her thong and bra as she worked the pole. As she continued to dance to the song 'Sexy Mother Fucker', Lacy was naked except for her high heels and the band holding her hair in place.
Removing the headband and allowing her hair to fall was perfectly timed to coincide with the end of the song. when the song was finished Lacy was leaning against the pole, and James was stunned at her magnificence. Before him stood a six foot five inch tall goddess, damn near an Amazon, her 38-d breasts were round and firm, her 28 inch waist fit perfectly above her 40 inch hips and bubble butt.
