the beast inside

  Candy’s hips were still bucking from her own orgasm as Cal’s cock pulsed in her, and the moment of his orgasm caused her own power to activate, drawing out more than cum from him. His energy flowed into her, and she drank deeply, letting him fill her up in more ways than one. Her back arched, eyes glowing as the skin on her neck knit itself back together, healing all the bruises and scratches from earlier even as his cum, mixed with the cum of the others who had fucked her today, leaked out of her around his cock. “Yes, please, Cal,” she panted, his energy only making her hungry for more. “Call the pack, we can meet them out in the parking lot and you can all use me under the moon,” she begged him, licking her lips. 

A gasp escaped Cal’s lips as the energy of his lust was drawn into his mate. There was plenty to spare for her. Especially if they got others involved. The hand around her throat loosened and roamed down her luscious body, savoring every curve with a promising, sensuous touch. Still panting to catch his breath with his face pressed against Candy’s neck, Cal smirked. “When you beg like that, baby, I can’t say no to you.” He didn’t particularly want to peel his body away from hers, but after a few more tempting touches, he did....and for the first time, he did call the pack to tell them exactly what he and his mate wanted.

It took less than twenty minutes for the entire pack to show up. Cal spent most of the wait time with his head between Candy’s legs, devouring her messy, used cunt. By the time everyone arrived, he was rock hard again, desire coursing through him as he marched Candy out to the parking lot. The pack waited, eyes hungry and clearly ready to pounce as he and Candy appeared outside in little more than scraps. He bent Candy over the hood of one of the cars and ran a possessive hand down her spine, only to give her pretty ass a hard smack. The pack approached, some whooping, others already shedding their clothes and touching themselves at the mere sight. It was a fantasy Cal knew most of them already had.

She let out a strangled gasp as his fist tightened around her throat, her face flushing from the lack of air. Candy was helpless in his arms, completely at his mercy as he fucked her and marked her, and she could barely even make a noise as he railed into her. Her thighs shook as his cock stretched her wide open, her eyes rolling back, her mind going blank as pain and pleasure completely overtook her senses. Unable to make a sound, her mouth open wide as her body spasmed and shook, her pussy gushing around his thick cock as she came. 

Candy frowned when he dodged her, sighing fruitlessly. She couldn’t steal something from her werewolf boyfriend if he didn’t want her to. “No I won’t, I’ll be good, I promise,” she cajoled him, dropping down into his lap. “Of course I would let you open one! In fact, one of your gifts is coming on Christmas Eve anyway.”

“Maybe I hate surprises,” Candy pouted, although they both knew that wasn’t true. She just had no patience, which was why it was usually better if she didn’t know about her surprises in advance. Waiting for a surprise just made her crazy, and he knew it. “Just let me open one, baby… that one,” she begged, trying to reach around him to swipe the present he was keeping from her. 

“A-aah!” Candy gasped as Cal pulled her upright, before her airway was restricted by his grip on her throat. She reached up to hold onto his forearm for support, her body jerking in time to his thrusts. Her eyes rolled back and she bit her lip, letting thoughts of the pack fucking her into oblivion while he watched fill her pretty little head. “I don’t want them to go easy on me,” she managed to gasp, her eyes bulging when he slapped her clit. “I wanna be the pack whore, free for any of them to use… with your permission, baby,” she drawled, a delirious smile stretching across her lips as she felt herself growing close to her peak. 

“Mhm, I’ll add it to your tab,” Candy teased, her eyes rolling back at his unrelenting pummeling of her pussy. “No… he was just the first,” Candy answered honestly, she knew that Cal loved to hear about how other men had used her, and she loved how it always spurred him on to fuck her harder than ever. “You keep saying that, but I’m starting to think you don’t really mean it. Otherwise, how is it that I haven’t been gangbanged by the pack yet?” She pouted, then gasped as he managed to ram deeper into her tight cunt. “Don’t you want to watch them pass me around like a used chew toy, filling all my holes up and leaving me drenched in their cum?”

It didn’t surprise Candy that only her first client was enough to get her mate going, and she shrieked playfully as he lifted her off his lap and bent her over the stage. “Sir, there’s an additional charge for this kind of service,” she laughed. Cal knew very well that he was supposed to pay while she was working, but she rolled her eyes when he ripped her g-string, spilling the money he’d already paid her onto the floor. It seemed her storytime had more of an effect on him than she was expecting, and she gasped as she suddenly found herself filled with his cock. Her teasing remarks dried up as he started to pound into her, harder than any of her other clients ever could. “Ungh… I’m your filthy little slut, baby, you can share me with whoever the fuck  you want,” she managed to moan, her eyelids fluttering as he described how they’d fuck her. “In my dirty little cunt… he used me so good that I couldn’t bear to make him pull out.” 

“They’re always changing for you,” she teased him playfully, arching her back to push her supple breast into his mouth and looking down to meet his gaze as he teased her pert nipple. Technically, she knew she ought to take him into the back for a private dance like this, but the club was empty except for them, and it felt like much more of a thrill to play in here. She let out a squeak that turned into a moan as he grabbed her ass to grind her against him, and she balanced her hands on his shoulders as she repeated the motion against him. “I had a couple of regulars come in tonight… I was actually kept quite busy,” she bit her lip as he moved onto her other nipple, moaning appreciatively. 

“The first one was here waiting for me when I got onstage for my first dance, he practically pounced on me when I finished, demanding my first dance. Well, you know how I am with demands,” she drawled. Making demands from Candy was the surest way to turn her into a brat, which Cal often enjoyed, but she never let her clients think they could boss her around like her mate could. “So of course, I let him watch me give lap dances to an entire bachelor party first, until he was begging my forgiveness for the presumption.” She giggled playfully, pressing herself down on Cal’s impressively hard package with apparent relish. “Once he’d suffered enough, I took him to the back and his dick was so hard already, he barely let me get my bottoms off before he bent me over and fucked me like it was his last day on earth. I thought he’d pop off quick after that… but he had something to get out of his system, I swear, he railed me for ages, pulling my hair and calling me a filthy little slut for making him wait so long,” she lowered her voice to a purr, leaning down to say the words directly into Cal’s ear as she described how she’d been used. 

“Hmm,” Candy climbed into his lap, straddling his legs while sheslipped a hand into the inside pocket of Cal’s jacket. She fished out his wallet while she gyrated against him, opening it up to take all his cash without even looking at how much it was. “This oughta do,” she decided, only aware that either he was paying far too much or too little for her services. She tucked his wallet away, sliding the bills she’d extracted into her g-string for safe keeping. “You want to hear about all of them?” She asked teasingly, sliding her skimpy top to the side to expose one rosy nipple to him. “That could take a while.”

Candy descended the steps from the stage, her skin glistening with glitter and sweat, her chest heaving beneath the scraps of sparkling fabric that was her costume. “Excuse me, sir, if you want a private dance you’re going to have to pay for it,” she teased him, even though they were the only ones in the club, he still knew the rules. She was always happy to take her clothes off for him, but if she was working, he had to pay like everyone else. “Mhm, why don’t you find out for yourself?”

Candy rolled her eyes back at him. “You’re the alpha, not the king of England.” She reminded him. Normally she didn’t mind his ego, but she didn’t want him to think it was okay to steal the spotlight from someone else on their wedding day. “Don’t be silly, you’re the only one I’ve entranced to think I’m prettier than the bride on her wedding day,” she teased him. Even if she was a succubus surrounded by werewolves, she didn’t think they’d fawn over her quite that much.

“Aren’t they the same thing?” Cal teased, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of Candy’s nose. He was mostly joking. His pack mates did appreciate him being there, but it wasn’t as if he was about to be the main attraction on someone else’s wedding day. Rolling his eyes again, Cal slipped an arm around Candy’s waist and pulled her from the dance floor. “The only one? Please. Just because the others are too polite to say it out loud doesn’t mean they aren’t thinking it.” He winked at her, grabbing them both fresh drinks before they headed for the couple to give their congratulations. 

“Mhm, I like the sound of that,” Candy murmured against his lips, nuzzling against him. She rolled her eyes when he told her she only got one more dance, but could resist smiling when he finished. “Fine… we should probably go congratulate the happy couple anyway,” she told him, knowing he probably would have forgotten if she let him. 

Candy couldn’t help but feel a little worried that Cal didn’t regret leaving his first fiancée. He’d said he really loved her… but he’d still left her. A part of her couldn’t help but worry that he might one day leave her, too, but she didn’t want to admit that. Her heart stuttered when he seemed genuinely surprised that she wanted kids. “You don’t?” She looked up at him with wide, uncertain eyes. Having children was just another thing she’d thought out of reach –or something she’d have to do on her own, eventually– but if they were going to be committed as mates, she wanted them with Cal. If he said he didn’t want kids, it might break her heart.

It felt like an eternity passed before he smiled, and admitted he wanted a family too, and she let out her breath in a rush. “Not right now,” she agreed, she didn’t think she was ready for kids yet either, but she had to know that it was a possibility in the future. She kept her face carefully blank when he mentioned marriage again, she didn’t quite know how to explain her aversion to marriage to him, and she wasn’t sure she was ready to. They could leave that for later. “Yes, I want that too,” she answered, leaning up to give him a kiss.

Cal could’ve sworn he felt worry and fear that were not his own through that bond of theirs. This was a conversation sure to stir up all of those feelings, wasn’t it? So he didn’t read into them, didn’t question why his mate might have lingering worries. 

Candy rolled her eyes at his explanation, she didn’t care what everyone was doing, just him. She nearly protested when he stole her drink, but bit her lip when he pulled her out on the dancefloor. She was sure he was trying to distract her, but she wasn’t going to stop him. She swayed in his arms while he worked up to telling his story, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

“Do you ever regret leaving her?” She knew it was a hard question, but Cal had never mentioned being in love before. Maybe she should’ve just assumed, but he didn’t seem like the type to get attached to many people. 

She went quiet when he asked if she still wanted it. She loved the idea of marriage, having someone to come home to, a big wedding where everyone was decked out in their best, Cal waiting for her up at the altar… but then she thought of herself in a fluffy white dress, and she couldn’t help but feel like she didn’t deserve it, not any of it. She wasn’t usually ashamed of anything she did, but when it came to the idea of a wedding, she just felt like it wasn’t meant for someone like her.

“I still want a family,” she answered, avoiding the subject of marriage altogether. They didn’t have to be married to have a family, right? But she didn’t even know if Cal wanted that, they’d never spoken of children before. “I’ve always wanted to be a mom.”

Sorting through both of their emotions was no easy task on a normal day. The barrage of feelings running through their bond right then threatened to take up all his attention. He had no idea how much of the fear he felt was his own. Cal had the urge to run far away from Candy and this conversation. 

But he held on to her, letting her be his anchor even when every muscle in his body was begging him to flee. “I-I regret how I left,” he admitted quietly, searching Candy’s face to see what kind of judgment might lay there. “I owed her more of an explanation. I owed my whole family more of an explanation, really. But I don’t regret leaving.” As scared as he had been and as awful as those first few years were, Cal had needed it. Needed to be on his own, to learn who he was without the pressures he’d grown up with. After that...well, he’d wished he’d found a place sooner. The years of loneliness had made him cagey and distrustful. The fact that he wanted to run so badly from this conversation, from his mate, proved that.

The song ended, but Cal kept dancing as the next one picked up. He was afraid that he really would sprint away if he let go of her for even a second. Surprise flickered in his eyes. “You want kids?” He supposed he should’ve asked these questions already, should’ve figured out what she had in mind for her future. His stomach churned at the thought of all the other talks they needed to have. Mates. They were mates, and that meant more than just feeling each other’s emotions and being able to gossip mentally across the room. 

His arms tightened around her waist, and slowly, a smile crept across his face. “I want a family too.” With her, of course, but Cal didn’t think he needed to say that. There was no one else he wanted to spend his life with. Taking other women to bed was one thing, but letting them into his heart? No one else would ever compare. That fear and the urge to leave because of it ebbed, and Cal pressed his brow against Candy’s, even as they swayed to the music. “I really do. Not...not right now. Eventually, one day, though. I’d like it. All of it. Well, maybe not a white picket fence, but everything else.” He couldn’t help but smile, even as his heart fluttered.