Alpha Brat: A Tale Of Five Hot Wolves

Chapter 12: Furries

I wake up tangled in approximately fourteen blankets and one extremely questionable life decision. For a few blissful seconds, I forget where I am.

What I cannot forget, is how since being here I have developed a super nose. My sense of smell is another level, and that alone has me worried about how damaged my body is from years of city grime.

Right now, whatever that is makes me want to snuggle back in and never leave. I take another whiff.

My eyes snap open, "Oh no."

Because my entire bed smells like Jax and Leo.

Not faintly, it’s everywhere. Ground into the sheets, clinging to the pillows, wrapped around me like the world’s most emotionally confusing weighted blanket. And somehow, overnight, my stupid body has decided this is comforting instead of deeply alarming.

I bury my face in a pillow and groan loud enough to the wildlife outside.

Last night runs through my mind.

Leo lifting me, Jax behind me with his hands everywhere. Growling. Teeth scraping my mouth. Corrian catching us all dry humping..

And the worst part?

I’m still horny.

Aggressively, inconveniently horny.

This cannot be healthy.

I sit up slowly, hair feral, oversized shirt twisted around my waist, and stare blankly at the giant bedroom around me while my body throbs with leftover need. The morning light spilling through the windows makes everything look soft and warm and unfairly peaceful.

I hate this place a little for being so beautiful.

Back in my apartment, waking up usually involved a radiator screaming like a dying Victorian child and somebody outside arguing over cigarettes at seven in the morning. Here? Birdsong, forest mist, luxury, sexual confusion.

The full package.

I throw my legs over the edge of the bed and shuffle toward the bathroom determined to regain some dignity. That lasts all of ten seconds as I take in the tub.

It was carved for rich people to host yacht parties inside. It’s enormous, sunken into pale stone flooring beside a wall of windows overlooking the trees. Steam curls softly from water already running, which means one of them prepared it before I woke up.

That realization sends heat flooding straight between my thighs.

"Normal," I mutter weakly. "Super normal behavior from my definitely-not-a-cult employers."

I strip off slowly and sink into the bath with an embarrassingly loud moan.

The water is perfect.

Hot enough to melt tension right out of my muscles. Scented faintly with cedar and something herbal I can’t identify. My body immediately relaxes against the curved stone edge, eyes fluttering shut.

Their smell clings to my skin now. My neck. My chest. My thighs.

I remember Jax licking tears off my face, Leo growling into my mouth while I soaked through his sweatpants, some kind of rabid forest pervert.

Heat twists low in my stomach.

"Oh for fuck’s sake."

I slide lower into the water, thighs pressing together helplessly.

This is ridiculous.

I’m a grown woman. I should be worried about murder cults and suspiciously attractive daycare owners, not sitting in a luxury bath getting turned on by smell memories.

And yet.

My hand slips beneath the water before I can stop myself. Just experimentally, just to relieve some tension. That’s all.

The second my fingers brush my clit, I gasp softly.

It’s sensitive. Too sensitive.

Every nerve ending in my body feels raw this morning, wound tight and aching. Images flash through my mind. Jax’s mouth against my neck, Leo pinning us against the wall, Corrian’s hand gripping my wrist while he kissed me breathless in the dark.

My fingers circle slowly.

"Oh God."

Juices flow and I am drenched even in the bath. I bite down on my lip, head falling back against the bath edge while the water laps softly around my body. It feels so good it’s embarrassing.

I can still feel them. Their hands, their mouths, their bodies pressing against mine.

My hips twitch helplessly beneath the water.

"Jesus Christ," I whisper.

The pressure builds fast, every little touch sparks through me like gasoline catching flame. My fingers slip lower, trembling slightly while filthy memories keep surfacing one after another and I push two fingers inside searching for the spot that will make me explode.

Leo’s voice rough in my ear.

Jax calling me sweet thing.

The way both of them growled when I ground against them.

A soft whine escapes me before I can stop it.

I fly upright–

Voices. Loud ones.

I am frozen as a sharp bark of sound echoes from somewhere outside.

That is male voices arguing.

I yank my hand away like I’ve been caught committing crimes against humanity.

"What the hell..."

The voices get louder.

I scramble up, sloshing water everywhere while my heart pounds wildly now for entirely different reasons. Wrapping myself hurriedly in one of the giant towels hanging nearby, I creep toward the balcony doors.

The wood beneath my feet is cold as I ease outside carefully.

Crisp morning air hits my damp skin. The forest below glows gold beneath the rising sun, mist drifting low between the trees.

And down in the clearing below three enormous men stand facing Corrian.

Every instinct in my body tightens, these aren’t normal scary, these are movie villains chopping wood in the woods with blood on his boots scary.

One has a shaved head covered in scars. Another is broad enough to block sunlight entirely. The third paces aggressively, movements jerky and twitchy like he’s physically restraining himself from attacking someone.

Corrian stands opposite them perfectly calm. Which is no surprise as that man could probably negotiate hostage situations while moisturising.

I edge closer carefully, hidden partially behind the balcony railing.

"You shouldn’t have brought her here," Scarface snarls.

My stomach drops because I can smell them, my apparently supernatural sense of smell detecting atoms on the breeze. My nose crinkles, it’s funky, and I recognise it from somewhere!

Corrian’s expression doesn’t change. "She’s under my protection."

The twitchy one laughs, only the sound isn’t right. It’s rough and almost animal.

A cold shiver slides down my spine when the memory punches me in the gut. It’s rust and salt, they smell exactly like the guy from the bar, the one Leo punched into a wall.

I step forward and squint to get a better look.

Right, it’s either sleep deprivation, the light, or edging muddling my brain. Because is the twitchy guy wearing...ears?

Right on top of his damn head, furry ears.

I stare.

Blink.

Stare harder.

"Oh my God," I whisper faintly as something moves behind him.

A tail, a full-on fluffy fucking tail swishing violently behind his legs.

My brain completely blue screens.

What.

WHAT. freёwebnovel.com

I clutch the railing.

No.

No no no.

Absolutely not.

They’re furries.

That’s it, that has to be it. Rich weird forest sex cult furries. Honestly? Somehow not even top ten weirdest things that’ve happened to me this year.

The huge bald one steps closer to Corrian with a snarl that shows way too many teeth.

"You know what she is."

Corrian’s voice drops lower. Dangerous.

"She doesn’t."

My pulse pounds harder.

What am I?

They’re talking about me, Corrian has some shit to answer for. But whatever is happening below me, is too testosterone drenched, the smell is giving me a headache and I need to process the fury gang that visits here apparently.

My heart is racing, so I steady myself, take a deep breath in and hold it before I force my leg back in one big step toward the safety of my room.

I complete the movement, right into a colourful metal table housing several candles and some fairy lights.

For one stupid second, I actually think ’maybe it won’t fall’.

Then the entire thing tips sideways with a violent metallic crash that echoes across the clearing below.

Every head snaps up, right at me.