Wolf Cabin: Chapter 2

that I am not so much the sweet little innocent that I was before Finn. I hadn’t told them what I’d been up to for fear they’d worry, or worse, judge me.

With Finn I have found sides of myself I’ve always been afraid of before. I’ve been naughty and it has made me feel so alive. I can’t give him up to Celine.

But now it is two days later and I am wondering if the girls had been right. This trip has not been going the way I had hoped it would. The thing I had not accounted for is that Finn’s uncle and brother are werewolves too.

I’ve spent all day reading by book in this cabin, curled up on the rug before the fire, and now I am growing antsy.

The men are on the hunt. It’ll be hours before they are home and I am both looking forward to and dreading the company.

As the light outside the window has faded, I have become more and more nervous. Finn’s werewolf pheromones are enough to drive me crazy. I had not anticipated the impact of three times as many pheromones.

Now I put my book aside and close my eyes, trying not to think of the shocking things I did yesterday.

I’ve really put myself in the deep end by coming here. I have been aching to sleep with Finn for weeks now but he seemed more interesting in watching me kiss strangers.

My heart beats a little faster just thinking of it. I have lost count of the number of times that he has asked me to dress up sexily for parties and come on to other guys so that he could watch.

And I admit it had given me a thrill too. But I hadn’t wanted to do any more with them than kiss. It was Finn I wanted between my legs. But here I am, still a virgin and incredibly frustrated.

Finn is the one that I have wanted for years. I am determined to have him before this trip is over. He says he likes to watch because it is the way of his pack. Turns out he likes to watch me with his older brother Hunter too.

All day yesterday Hunter had flirted with me on the journey here. And then before dinner, when I had been getting cutlery to lay the table, he had come into the kitchen. He had stood behind me and whispered how beautiful I was in my ear while he had cupped my ass with his big hands.

I had stood there frozen, breathing in his scent, my insides turning to molten liquid.

He had kissed my neck and just as he had slid those thick fingers under my skirt, I had heard footsteps coming our way and jumped aside.

He had laughed softly at my panic, and enjoyed my blushes when Finn and their uncle Logan had come in looking for beers.

Finn had grinned at me like he knew exactly what I had been up to. I had thought maybe last night we would finally make love, but it turns out Finn was more interested in the hunt. The men had stayed up drinking and laughing half the night and then gone out, including my stepbrother Brandon.

Finn had encouraged me to come too, but I had been wary of the cold outside. And I had foolishly thought that if I stayed here, it would tempt him to come back quickly.

They had not returned until the early hours of the morning. Then they’d slept half the day and gone out again. Now here I am, burning for some action and no Finn in sight.

I try to persuade myself that it’s probably a good thing, because being in a house with four huge handsome men and just little, slender me has been making me cream since yesterday.

Now I toss my book aside, lay back on the rug and unbutton my blouse. I am braless because I wanted to tempt Finn, but since he is not here I will have to satisfy myself. I slide my fingers over my breasts, making circles around my pink peaks.

I gently rub my little mounds of flesh and smile at the feeling. They are not large but they are perky and firm, with big nipples. And so sensitive too.

I grip my them between my thumbs and fingers and tweak them gently until they are fully puffed up and long. Small tits and large nips. Finn loves them.

He likes to tease me by sucking on them and getting me really horny, and then taking me out to parties without letting me come.

I shouldn’t be lying around half naked, but if last night is anything to go by, the men won’t be back for hours.

I smile, imagining if Finn came home and found his little innocent blond girlfriend feeling herself up where anybody could walk in.

I slide my fingers down beneath my skirt and over my lacy panties. “Mmmm,” I murmur as I press the fabric into myself, my channel already growing wet.

I part my knees to give myself better access and stroke myself up and down, enjoying the feel of the fabric pressing into my sensitive clit at each stroke.

When Finn had first asked me to come on this trip I had been desperate to come. But me go skiing alone with three men? No way would my over-protective dad allow that. I’d suggested bringing my friends but Finn had refused, saying his uncle wouldn’t like a house full of giggling girls.

It had been Finn who suggested bringing my stepbrother. Brandon and I have never had the easiest relationship since my dad married his mom a few years back, and so I hadn’t wanted to ask him.

But then his mom had asked Brandon to pick me up at the end of the semester. Brandon had ringed me to make arrangements and Finn had answered. He’d wasted no time in asking Brandon along.

Turns out Brandon liked the idea of going hunting with a pack of werewolves. I am beginning to think there’ll be no skiing at all this trip.

Uncle Logan, as he had instructed me to call him, had driven us out to the portal in his jeep. Perhaps it’s because they share a name, but he reminds me of the wolverine. As hulking, as handsome, as pantie-wettingly sexy.

My stomach gets butterflies every time I look at him, no matter how he glowers at me. He is in his late thirties or early forties. I get the feeling he isn’t too impressed Finn has brought a female with him on this trip, and a human one no less.

Maybe it’s my age. He didn’t seem to mind the presence of my twenty-five-year-old stepbrother, or his nineteen and twenty-two-year-old nephews, but me he has scowled at with every glance.

Which made it worse at dinner last night when Finn’s brother Hunter had complimented me on my tight butt as I’d leaned over him while refilling their drinks.

I’d thanked him for the compliment, and rushed to finish topping up his drink. As I stepped away from him I’d nearly stumbled. He’d put his hand on my waist to steady me.

‘Easy there,” he’d said, his hands spanning my slim waist a little too firmly. “Looks like somebody can’t handle her wine. Maybe you should sit on my lap for a minute while you get your bearings.”

“I’m fine,” I had murmured.

My unsteadiness was nothing to do with the alcohol and more to do with the nearness of a strong unfamiliar man whose delicious musky scent was making my head swim.

I had found myself leaning towards him to breathe it in, and he seemed to take that as encouragement because he’d pulled me even closer.

I’d sneaked a glance at the other men around the table. Finn had been watching us eagerly, and Uncle Logan had a dangerous look in his eyes. My stepbrother Brandon’s expression had been unreadable.

Feeling shaken, I had looked back at Hunter with his wolfish smile and his mesmerizing amber eyes and felt a wave of weakness wash over me. I’d put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself.

His hands had slid down my waist to my buttocks. He’d cupped them through my skirt and slid his fingers into the cleft between them. The other men watched in silence.

“Such a nice round ass,” he’d said loudly enough for the others to hear. “Finn’s a damn lucky man.”

“Erm, thank you,” I’d squeaked, clenching his shoulders harder. My knees had felt weak and I was busy trying not to enjoy the feeling of him caressing my buttocks too much.

I had been hyper aware that I was being felt up by my boyfriend’s brother while Finn, his uncle, and my own stepbrother watched, but I had been intoxicated by his touch. I had wanted it.

One of his hands had stroked down my thigh, under the hem of my skirt, and then stroked back up along my bare flesh. The G-string I had put on for Finn had given Hunter access to my bare buttock. He’d traced little circles over it while I’d tried not to gasp out loud.

“I want to get your panties off,” he’d said, stunning me.

His big fingers touched me between my legs and rubbed slowly along the crotch of my G-string, his callused skin brushing my bare, most private flesh. Those delicate lips.

The sensation had been exquisite, and I had barely managed to stammer, “I’m Finn’s girlfriend.”

“No problem with me,” Finn had said jokingly.

I hadn’t even given him a look of outrage. In that moment all I could think about was how much I liked it, and how much Finn liked it.

Completely forgetting the other two men in the room, I had spread my legs a little and leaned onto Hunter’s shoulders for support.

“Take them off her,” Finn had encouraged. “Show us her ass.”

“Do you want me to show them, baby?” Hunter had said, his fingers stroking me.

My heart had been racing and my breath had been panting heavily in and out. I had given him a tiny nod.

He had raised the back of my short skirt and I had felt the cool air whisper over my ass cheeks. And then with a sudden tug he had torn the gusset of my panties away. I had nearly stumbled at the force of it, but his hand had cupped me between my legs and held me in place.

Stunned I had stayed there with my bare buttocks on show to my stepbrother and Uncle Logan as Hunter’s fingers had nudged my inner lips, pressing them apart.

He had taken his time, going so slowly that my body began to scream for more.

I had closed my eyes, the better to enjoy the exquisite sensation as his finger had worked at my tight little hole, trying to find its way in.

“Turn her around,” Finn had said urgently. “Show us her front.”

Those word’s had brought me to my senses.

“Finn!” I had squealed in protest, pulling down my skirt and pushing myself away from Hunter. “That’s enough!”

After stammering a mortified apology to my stepbrother and to Uncle Logan I had rushed back to my bedroom for the night, where I had waited for Finn to arrive and screw my brains out. He hadn’t come.