Chapter 33: Truth or Dare

The packhouse still smelled like fresh lumber and paint and had many rooms in progress, but it was finally starting to feel like home again. Repairs were moving faster than expected, the council had sent extra hands and materials after the attack, and most of the bullet holes and broken windows had alrady been patched. For the first time in weeks, the pack could actually relax inside their own walls without worrying about another raid.

Tonight, they were taking full advantage of it.

The living room was dimly lit, the new big screen playing The Lord of the Rings on low volume while nobody actually watched it. Empty bottles and half-full glasses littered the coffee table. The pack doesn’t drink often but when they do, they drink together. The air was warm and thick with the scent of alcohol, fur, and low-level arousal.

Kiran was sprawled across Zariel’s lap like he owned it, tail flicking lazily. Cass sat between Roan’s legs on the floor, back against the big wolf’s chest. Khepri had claimed the other end of the couch, looking relaxed but still a little wide-eyed at how quickly things could escalate with this group. And he was low-key a little jealous that everyone else seemed to have a pair up that they stuck to. He still felt like an outsider, even though the others were not shy about including him when it came to sex.

“Alright,” Kiran announced, sitting up with a wicked grin. “I’m bored of pretending to watch hobbits and boafers and boffers or whatever he said. New game. Truth or Dare. And before anyone complains: yes, it’s going to be filthy. We all know how this goes.”

Roan chuckled behind Cass, one heavy paw resting on the smaller wolf’s thigh. “Of course it is.”

Zariel didn’t say anything, but the corner of his mouth twitched. Even after the Trials, he still played along when the mood struck.

Khepri raised an eyebrow, ears flicking. “You guys don’t ease new members in gently, huh?”

“Nope,” Kiran said cheerfully. “You already got your welcome blowjob. Now you get hazed properly.” He pointed at the hyena. “Khepri. Truth or Dare?”

Khepri took a slow sip of his drink, thinking. “ ... Dare.”

Kiran’s grin widened. “I dare you to take your pants off and stay like that for the rest of the game.”

Khepri blinked, then laughed. “That’s it? Easy.” He stood up, unbuttoned his pants, and pushed them down along with his underwear in one smooth motion. His creamy coffee-colored cock hung soft but heavy between his spotted thighs as he kicked the clothes aside and sat back down, completely bare from the waist down. Kiran liked the thick vein along the top of the hyena’s humanoid cock, it was erotic and masculine.

“Comfortable?” Roan asked, amused.

“Getting there,” Khepri replied, reaching for his drink again.

Kiran looked far too pleased with himself. “Cass. Your turn. Truth or Dare?”

Cass shifted against Roan’s chest. “Dare.”

“I dare you,” Kiran said, eyes gleaming, “to suck Roan’s cock for two full minutes. Right now. No hands. Just your mouth.”

Cass flushed, but he was already turning around between Roan’s legs. The big black wolf didn’t protest, he simply spread his thighs wider and let Cass tug his cock free from his sheath. It was already half-hard from the casual touching and drinking. The pack found sheaths and knots erotic as well of course, and Cass, now being a wolf, has experienced the unique feelings of the knot when it’s aroused or orgasming and the sheath when the cock emerges. It’s not like what he ever expected it to feel like, in a good way.

Cass leaned in and took him into his mouth with a soft, wet sound, tongue working slowly along the underside as he started a steady rhythm. Sucking his Alpha’s cock was no strange act to him any more, and it was also no less satisfying.

The room went quiet except for the low sounds of Cass sucking and the faint dialogue from the movie no one was watching.

Kiran watched with open appreciation, tail wagging. “Fuck, he’s so good at that ... Captain America might be good at giving speeches, but our pup is good at deepthroating wolf dick. It’s a talent.”

After two minutes (Kiran counted out loud, smugly), Cass pulled off with a wet pop, his black lips shiny. Roan’s cock stood fully hard and glistening and the alpha gave it a masculine stroke or two with his own big paw, making a huge line of pre drool down the red meat.

“I’ve got a big one,” hZariel said, looking straight at Roan. “If you’re brave enough to take it.”

The room quieted. Even Kiran lifted his head.

Roan, who had been lazily stroking Cass’s ears, raised an eyebrow. “Go on.”

Zariel’s icy blue eyes didn’t waver. “I dare you to let Khepri fuck you. For five full minutes. And while he’s inside you...” A slow, dangerous smirk pulled at Zariel’s muzzle. “Khepri has to talk to you like you’re his submissive little pup.”