Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Two
“Boys, we’re going out,” I say.
I call a cab in the meantime.
“Where’s your mother?” I risk asking, this could turn out bad I know.
“I don’t know,” the older one says.
That explains a lot.
I get them clothes and some take-outs.
We have diner and they go to sleep.
I try to call Carl but he doesn’t pick up. Only sends a text that he’ll get back to me. I got to sleep waiting for his phone call.
It’s been two days, still no word from him.
It’s Sunday afternoon and I’m starting to get even more worried. I haven’t had any communication with him since Friday night. I have to be at work tomorrow, back on normal day shift so they ’d better come back today.
I sit and hope until midnight and the kids fall asleep in front of the TV. Carl’s phone has been on voicemail right through.
I’m worried about what is going to happen in the morning, where will I leave these kids, I can’t call in sick really that would be wrong.
On whether he is okay or not, I’m just going to be in denial about that, he is fine and he will come back and that’s it.
I have to pick the kids one-by-one and put them to bed. They were all dressed in pyjamas and robes and slippers and ready to go.
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There’s a knock at the door just as I’m about to dose off.
I’m immediately worried. What if it’s bad news.
“Danielle, it’s me”, I hear his voice and I get this feeling in my stomach.
It’s like I haven’t seen him in a very long time but nothing has changed about him. I can see in the parking lot that they’re all here, standing outside.
“God, I’ve missed you,” he says giving me a big hug.
I don't answer, but he doesn't seem to mind that.
“Where are the kids?” he asks.
“Guest bedroom,” that’s all I say. I’m actually mad at him, funny I’m only realizing that now.
“Are you okay,?” he asks walking past me to the bedroom. He goes out again and signals for someone to come in. One of them, not sure which one it is, greets and walks on to the bedroom. He comes out carrying the two small ones.
Carl also carries the older one to the car.
He comes back and signals for them to leave. I’m still standing where he left me, I want an explanation.
“Do you even understand what I had to go through in the past four days,” I say.
“I ’m sorry I couldn’t call,” he says
“You couldn’t call? You couldn’t tell me where you were going and you couldn’t come back on the day you promised?” I’m fuming!
He’s looking at me like he expected me to jump on him and be happy when he walked in, not this.
What pisses me off most is that he doesn’t seem to understand that he did something wrong here.
I can’t take this, I go inside the bedroom, close the door and lock it.
I can’t!
I ignore him knocking and pleading until he complains that he doesn’t have a blanket and it’s cold.
He makes me angry but I can’t stand seeing him suffer, so I let him in.
“You’re still going to tell me where you were,” I say as he comes in.
“It wasn’t a woman if that’s what you think,” he says.
That’s a bit of a relief.
“I didn’t say there was a woman. Honestly Carl, why do you never think about me and my feelings and what I go through when I don’t know where you are and if you are okay? If it was me who disappeared like this what would you do? It’s not that I want you to stop doing other things and sit here with me all day, but I want to know that you’re okay, all the time, so that I can be okay too. That’s all I want from you,” I say.
I can’t believe I’m angry and that he still hasn’t given me a proper explanation but I’m already letting his hands and lips run all over my body, and I’m already digging my nails in his skin.
He’s not gentle today and I’m afraid I don’t want him to be.
He tosses me on the bed and rips my clothes off me. We haven’t had sex since he hit me. He drops his pants and his cock comes out. Its veined and huge. He orders me to me knees. I don’t protest.

I take his cock in my hand and place it in my mouth. I start with long, slow licks from the bottom to the top, then tease the head with my tongue. I’m not sure if I’m doing it right and so I stop and look into his eyes. He opens his and groans, placing his cock back in my mouth.
I take him all him. Deep into my throat. He starts moving, his hands are at the back of my head and he fucks me. Thank goodness I haven’t eaten anything, otherwise I’d have vomited by now. I keep gagging and coming up for me. I feel him tremble and he suddenly rips himself away from me.
He picks me up and throws me to the bed, before I can make sense of the situation he’s penetrating me. I groan as the pain hits. It’s been too long. He thrusts deep inside me. . He is hammering me. Drilling me. Fucking me like an animal. Like a little fuck doll. I grabs his shoulders tight and wrap my legs around him.

It is so deep that the bed breaks in half and the head underneath yelps.

I’m far to gone to car at this point.

He keeps fucking me. I dig my fingers into his shoulders. My fingernails turn to claws. I can’t stop the change. I’m shifting. I try to push him off but he won’t let me. I keep tearing at his flesh as I try to fight off the inevitable. He’s bleeding from his chest, shoulder blades and face by the time I’ve completely transformed to my wolf.
The bed wobbles at the new weight and we roll off it. He turns me so I’m in a standing position and he continues fucking me. I want him to stop but I want him to fuck me harder still.
I scream and let go. This triggers his own shift.
Now I understand why he didn’t want to let go as I was shifting. Nothing is quite like this. He tries to push me away as he shifts, I feel the pain of his claws digging into me but I feel so full. I move my hips toward him and something extra ordinary happens. I shudders and squirt. He keeps going and going. When he finally lets go, I explode with him and we drop to the floor, completely destroying the wooden flooring.

We lay on the floor for a while his cock is still inside me I can't move. It feels like something is in my vagina, something other than his penis. I try to move but feel this sharp pain. It takes me four tries until I realise what's going on. I'm ovulating and like the animals we are nature has decided to fuck with us.

Carl has passed out. He won't wake up until all his healthy sperm is inside me and his penis has gone back to its usual size. Its too big now, too big to come out. If I were to force it out, he'd die. There's only one thing I can do.

I hold him tight as his body convulse. He keeps shooting his sperm. I look at him and realised that he isn't passed out but he's paralyses. He can feel everything but he can't move, can't do anything about what happening right now. This is the price we pay as werewolves for the great sexual experience. This part is painful. To the men mostly. I'm just really uncomfortable. It feels strange with all this liquid filling me up.

I can't wait for it to be over. It seems to take forever. Thirty minutes later, I see him blink his eyes. He's starting to gain back movement again. He looks into my eyes and I just know that I don't want to have a baby. At least not yet. I wonder if he knows what's going on. If he's aware that he's mating me right now.

One of the reasons I don't want kids is because they'll be his kids. What if I'm cursed like his mother or he inherited whatever insane gene that made his parents have Septuplets? What if I break the world record and have ten pups? I can't put myself in that situation. I'm sorry.

I need morning after pills.