As they hastily dressed, I tucked myself away and carefully backed up, making sure to avoid any dry leaves or branches. My heart was still racing, but now with the added thrill of almost being caught. I made it back to my UTV just as the werewolf and his partner emerged onto the trail, looking slightly disheveled but presentable.
I started the engine as if I'd just arrived, giving them a casual nod as I drove past. The human nodded back nervously, but the werewolf held my gaze a moment too long, his amber eyes knowing. He winked at me, a small smirk playing at his muzzle.
My face burned. He knew. Somehow, he'd known I was there all along.
I drove on, my mind already spinning the encounter into a new chapter for my latest fanfiction. This park might be off the beaten path, but it never failed to provide inspiration. I couldn't stop thinking about the werewolf's wink as I drove back to the ranger station. Did he really know I was watching the wholetime? The thought sent a fresh wave of heat through my body, despite having just gotten off.
When I reached the station, I parked the UTV in its designated spot and grabbed the trash bags I'd collected from various bins throughout the park. It was one of the less glamorous parts of the job, but necessary. I hauled them to the dumpster behind the building, wincing at the sour smell that wafted up when I lifted the lid.
After washing my hands thoroughly in the station's small bathroom, I settled at my desk. The building was essentially a glorified cabin. There was a front office area with a desk and some informational pamphlets about local wildlife, and a back room with a cot for those long summer nights when I sometimes stayed over.
I pulled out my worn leather-bound notebook, eager to capture the day's encounter while it was still fresh in my mind. My fingers tingled with anticipation as I uncapped my pen. The werewolf and his human partner would make excellent characters for my latest story. I'd just written the title at the top of a fresh page when a sharp knock at the door made me jump.
Odd. Most hikers just walked in during office hours. I closed my notebook and stood, straightening my uniform shirt before opening the door.
My heart nearly stopped. Standing on my porch, towering over me with those same amber eyes that had held mine earlier, was the werewolf. Up close, he was even more impressive. He had broad shoulders covered in pristine white fur, a strong jawline ending in a muzzle that somehow managed to look both dangerous and attractive.
"Officer," he said, his voice a deep rumble that I felt more than heard. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything important."
I swallowed hard. "N-no, just finishing up some paperwork. Can I help you with something?"
The werewolf leaned casually against the doorframe, taking up most of the entrance. "I think maybe I can help you," he said, his eyes glinting with mischief. Before I could respond, he reached for my right hand, the one I'd used to pleasure myself while watching him. He lifted it to his muzzle and, maintaining eye contact the entire time, ran his long tongue across my palm and fingers.
I gasped, too shocked to pull away. The sensation of his warm tongue sliding between my fingers sent a jolt straight to my groin.
"Mmm," he hummed, releasing my hand. "Just as I thought. You taste...interested."
My face burned. "I don't know what you're talking about," I lied weakly.
The werewolf chuckled, the sound like distant thunder. "I could smell you, you know. Behind that oak tree. Could hear your heartbeat racing." He leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. "And I could smell your cum when it hit the forest floor."
I stepped back, my legs hitting my desk. "I'm sorry—I shouldn't have?—"
"Don't apologize," he interrupted, following me into the office and closing the door behind him. "I liked it. We both did."
"Both?"
"My friend and I. We know we're being watched sometimes. It's part of the thrill." The werewolf moved closer, and I caught his scent. It was a mix of pine, musk, and something wild. "Everyone knows that this park is a safe place to come for a little…recreationthanks to you. More than a few of us have seen you around or noticed you were watching. But you never join in."
My mouth went dry. "You have?"
He nodded, his ears twitching slightly. "Several times. Always hiding, always watching. Always alone." He reached out,one clawed finger gently tracing my jawline. "I'm heading to the outbuilding near the east entrance. My friend had to leave, but... I thought maybe you'd like to do more than watch this time."
The east entrance had an old cinder block building with shower facilities for campers. This early in the season, it would most likely be empty as we didn’t have many campers yet. My pulse quickened at the implication.
"I can't," I said, though every part of my body was screaming otherwise. "I'm on duty. If someone saw?—"
"Who would see?" The werewolf's tail swished lazily behind him. "The park's closing soon. It's just you and me." His hand moved to my chest, fingers splaying over my uniform shirt. "And I've seen how you look at monsters like me. How you ache to touch. I can smell it on you."
He was right. I'd fantasized about monsters for years. I loved their unique bodies, their strength, their otherness, and their fascinating array of cocks. And werewolves had starred in several of my recent daydreams, even before today's encounter.
"What's your name?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Grimbolc," he replied. "And you're Kaleb. It's on your nametag." His claw tapped the plastic badge pinned to my shirt. “And I never forget a pretty twink.”
I nodded, unable to form words as his hand slid lower, his fingers hooking behind my belt buckle.
"So, Officer Kaleb," Grimbolc said, his voice dropping to a growl that made my knees weak. "Care to join me for a shower?"
