Chapter 4: Pack Ties

Weeks had melted into a delicious haze of tangled limbs, and lazy mornings where Cass woke up sore in the best ways, Roan’s heavy body draped over him like a living blanket. He couldn’t believe he had someone else in his bed, let alone Roan, a beautiful and strong anthro wolf. And it came together out of pure luck, he admits to himself. Oh well, as long as it came together.

Cass lay on his back in Roan’s bed, sheets kicked to the foot of the mattress, skin still flushed and sticky from the slow, deep fuck they’d just finished. His thighs ached in a pleasant way, an earned way, inner muscles fluttering with the memory of Roan’s knot locking inside him, stretching him wide. It wasn’t soo much the joy of the pressure, though that really lit up his trained prostate like nothing else, but the intimacy of having Roan trapped in him, and both of them wanting it.

Roan’s thick thigh was slung possessively over Cass’s legs, black fur warm against pale skin. The wolf’s muzzle rested on Cass’s shoulder, breath steady and hot, but Cass knew he wasn’t asleep. Those golden eyes were half-open, watching, hungry even in rest.

Cass traced idle circles on Roan’s back with his fingertips, sinking into the dense fur between his shoulder blades. The question had been simmering for days, but Roan’s libido was even higher than Cass’ so he continued to push the question to the back burner and fucked like wild beasts instead.

“So ... this anthro business,” Cass said quietly, voice still rough from moaning Roan’s name. “You’ve mentioned pack stuff a couple times now. What does that actually mean? Like, how different is it from what humans think?”

Roan exhaled through his nose, a low rumble vibrating against Cass’s collarbone. His paw slid down Cass’s stomach until it cupped the soft, cum-slick mess between Cass’s thighs. Thick fingers rubbed gently around his sack, then up the sensitive underside of his softening cock. The touch was casual and possessive, almost absentminded, like marking territory without thinking about it. Cass shivered, half-hard already from the stroking, the slick glide of Roan’s pads over tender skin. Dream come true. And Roan dominated him soo beautifully. Always the dom, though Cass wonders if someday he could feel Roan from the inside, but he doesn’t dare to suggest it.

“It’s ... complicated,” Roan murmured, voice low and velvety, and for a moment Cass was lost in his horny thoughts again, and almost forgot he had initiated this conversation. “Humans see anthros as just big animals with jobs and apartments like them. But the world underneath is older. Different rules. Different instincts. We fit in. It’s not that it’s always fake, babe, it’s just ... trying to adjust and live two lives because humans couldn’t handle what happens in our world.” He paused, thumb circling the head of Cass’s cock, spreading the slick and causing his cock to glisten the way the wolf likes it. “We don’t do monogamy the way you do, either. Not always.”

A lump formed in Cass’ throat. Roan just told him that wolves have multiple partners? Is Cass just another one? His stomach sank.

Cass shifted, breath catching as Roan’s fingers worked him back toward hardness. “So what, wolves just fuck whoever?”

Roan chuckled low, the sound vibrating through Cass’s chest. “Not quite. We have mates, the real ones, the kind that lock in deep, body and soul. That’s you, Cass. But sex? That’s different. It’s bonding and play, sometimes seen as politeness to a degree. It’s release. No shame in sharing if everyone’s willing. You and your friends get together for videogames and drinks ... well ... my pack and I sometimes get together for other things that make the evening exciting.” His paw squeezed gently, rolling Cass’s balls with careful pressure. “Nothing I’ve done with anyone else feels like this, though. Not even close.”