Chapter 67: Anywhere You Go

The house had been full for a week, and it was starting to show.

Training filled the mornings because there was nothing else to fill them with that was productive from a pack versus the world standpoint. Zariel ran the circle until Kiran complained and then ran it again. Cass shot until his shoulder ached and the cans on the fence looked like he was taking something personal out on them. Roan stopped calling it suspension on the second day and started calling it maintenance. Nobody believed him. The news still played in the kitchen. Nox was still out there. The pack was still benched, and the woods beyond the porch felt like a door someone else had locked.

They got strange with the quiet.

Kiran turned the living room into a obstacle course made of couch cushions and dared Remi to beat his time. Remi beat it. Kiran demanded a rematch and lost that one too, then spent an hour explaining why the cushions had been moved. Khepri edited three versions of the same KnotHub clip and made the pack vote, then ignored the vote. Stark sat on the roof until Roan sent Cass up to make sure the deer had not simply become part of the shingles. Zariel fixed a hinge that was not broken. Cass reorganized the rifle locker by caliber, then by cursed and not cursed, then gave up and put everything back where Zariel had liked it. On Thursday Kiran tried to teach Lir a card game and accused the leopard of cheating with sniper patience. Lir had not been cheating. He had just been winning.

By evening the jokes were thinner. The want to be useful sat in the room like another body.

They dealt with it the way this house dealt with most things.

Roan had Cass on the cedar floor in front of the cold stove, the midnight wolf on his back, thighs spread, taking his Alpha in long slow strokes. Cass’s paws were on Roan’s shoulders. His cock leaked onto his own belly fur every time Roan bottomed out. They were not performing. They were using the floor while others had already claimed the couch.

The couch had Zariel on his back and Kiran in his lap, the fox riding him with both paws on the white chest, ears half-mast, tail curled around Zariel’s thigh. Zariel’s big paws held Kiran’s hips and kept the pace slower, he was getting more sentimental lately. Every few strokes Kiran leaned down and bit at his muzzle, and Zariel let him, feeling the thick knot throb with arousal each time the little fox did that to him.

Stark stood behind Khepri’s chair, both of them still dressed, both of them closer than they had been at the start of the week. The deer’s paws worked the hyena’s shoulders. Khepri’s head had tipped forward. His ears were soft. Stark had said it on Wednesday, plain as a report. He thought Khepri might be the hottest one in the house. He definitely had the cock Stark wanted, heavy, humanoid, no knot. Deer did not like being locked in. Khepri had gone very still when he heard it, and had not told him to stop rubbing.

The pack fucked, a lot. Sometimes they might make it a day or two but then will recoup lost time with multiple go’s in a single day. As anthros, they didn’t have to worry about STD’s like a human, so a test is never required for peace of mind. Also why anthros are soo open even with strangers. Another key difference, when an anthro goes a day without cumming, it’s like 2.5 days denial for a human. Loads get bigger and fuller, and the ache more nagging, especially Cass, with a rewired prostate, the Midnight Wolf was horny 6 hours after cumming, every time. It makes things down there more sensitive and he can perform like a young wolf in his prime.