Page 7 of Howls and Home Runs

“So. Fucking. Delicious.” His growl comes out short and deep. God, those growls shoot fireworks into my core. I dry hump his thigh like a horny teenager, the more I rub myself against him, the more he moans. His sounds of arousal flood my panties even more. I need more of that sweet sound.

“I need you Wilder.” I pant into his fur, digging my fingers into his chest.

“Take what you need Lainey.” Wilder’s moans turn to submissive mewls as he lets me take control.

He nips my neck softly, eliciting a whimper from my lips, briefly stopping to look at me as if he’s checking in. I nod and crash my mouth to his, our tongues tangling in a hot and heavy wolfy make out sesh. I need to feel him.

I reach a hand down between us and stroke Wilder’s cock, my hand hardly fitting around its girth. It’s hot and velvety and already drenched in his precum, my hand gliding effortlessly along his length.

I lean back on his lap so I can watch his expressions while I stroke him. The way his face scrunches as he tries to hold back for me. His ears flicking wildly about. The way his eyes crease as he holds them closed, his back teeth grinding together when my hand glides over his tip. Every reaction eggs me on. Wilder’s so hot like this, barely hanging on with my hand pumping him.

“Lainey, I’m…”

“Be a good boy and cum for me.” I dig my freehand into the fur behind his head tugging ever so slightly. His eyes darken as his body starts to tense and claws dig into my hips. The squeeze feels fine at first, until it doesn’t.

“Ow!” I squeal. Wilder’s paws release me immediately, fear spreading across his face.

“Shit, I’m so sorry Lainey. I didn’t…”

I check my sides, no blood, just an indentation. Reaching out I grab his long face between my hands. “Wilder, it’s ok. You didn’t hurt me. I’m fine, I promise.” He pulls me closer, his head on my shoulder. I can feel his fur bristle and his body shake.

“I… I thought I hurt you… L-Like…” He whimpers and it sounds so defeated and sad. I wrap my arm around him and squeeze.

“Shhh. You’re ok big guy. We’re ok.”

I release him, leaning back slightly to reach for his face again, but he stands us up, gently setting me down on the floor as he backs away from me. “Wilder, wait-” I reach my hand out for him, but he doesn’t take it, only putting more distance between us. I watch him pace back and forth feeling helpless, standing uncomfortably in my sopping wet bike shorts, my heart breaking for him.

Chapter ten

Wilder

It happened again. Memories of Andy flood my mind. Wide eyed, shaking in fear, covered in his own blood. I’m a monster. “I’m sorry.” Falling to my knees, like a sinner confessing. Hating that she might think I don’t want her now, when all I’ll ever want again is Lainey. Only Lainey, forever.

With concern painting her beautiful face, she moves in front of me, taking my own in her hands and looks deep into my eyes. “What happened back there? Where did you go, big guy?” My head sinks into her soft hands as her calmness washes over me, but my thoughts are a dark storm pushing back.

Do I tell her? She deserves to know. But what if she leaves and never comes back? The storm builds in my mind, monstrous thoughts blinding me like lightning. I picture Lainey in Andy’s place and snap back to reality. Lainey needs to know.

“My last handler… there was an accident.” Gory images flash through my mind as I debate telling her the whole story. Would Lainey still want to be here with me? With a murderer?

Lainey tugs me gently to stand, and I slowly rise off the floor back onto my paws. I focus on her breathing, it soothes me bringing me back to this moment. She feels calm, too calm for what I’m about to tell her.

“His name was Andy-” Lainey’s brow furrows before cutting my words off.

“Andy Whitsail? The handler who got murdered? Did you… that was you?” Her voice comes out shakily as she takes a step away from me. My paws instinctively reach out for her before I force them back to my sides. She’s scared. Scared of me. My tail sinks.

“It was an accident. He was startled, I tried to show him I was aware, alive… he tripped and I tried to keep him safe but my claws…” My paws rise as I look down at my new paws, but my eyes only see the old ones. Covered in Andy’s blood.

Her arms wrap around her body, closing herself off from me. If I had a heart it would have broken at that very moment.

“They said h-his back was mangled. L-like a wild animal attacked him.” She eyes me warily, the putrid scent of fear permeating the air.

“I tried to help him up and keep him quiet so Coach Reynar wouldn’t hear him here so late. It was never my intention to harm him. I loved Andy. I… I-”

A floodgate of emotions slam into me causing me to stumble backwards, the memory taking over my senses. Backing away with my paws up to show Lainey I won’t hurt her, I stammer, “You should go. It’s late. I’m so sorry Lainey… I’m so…” I close my eyes, my back hitting a locker, sliding down to the floor cradling my knees to my chest. Reliving that night over and over again.

Blood. Andy’s glossy eyes. The sound his body made when I-

Lainey quickly gathers her things and runs for the door, looking back at me with tears in her eyes before tossing it open and fading into the dark hallway. I lose track of time as I sit on the floor begging my mind to stop replaying the memory. I paw at my head pleading, “Please. Please stop. I didn’t mean to. Please. Stop…”