The Prodigal and the Pack
Chapter Five
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Part One: The Sinclairs
It was past three in the morning when Connor made his way back to the house. He shifted from his wolf from, and entered through the sliding patio door. He could immediately tell the house was empty. His boys were still out on their run.
He sighed. He was concerned about them. They had talked until the moon started to climb into the sky. At that point, their wolves would not be denied, so further discussion was tabled. But the conversation had been tense. The boys had questions, and he didn't have all the answers. And if he was careful in what he told them, it was only because he had his own secrets to keep.
He hit the shower, letting the hot water wash away some of his tension. Normally he felt good after a run. There was a feeling of euphoria that came from shifting, from feeling the power of a primal force running through you, changing you. But tonight, he felt subdued. The tension from earlier was still there, and no amount of hot water would wash it away.
After toweling off, Connor didn't bother to dress or turn on the lights. He lay naked in his bed, processing everything that had happened in the last day. He had another son, one who had never known his true father. He had missed out on this boy's entire life. He had a son that knew nothing about his heritage.
He must of drifted off, because the next thing he was aware of was the slight shift of his mattress at the foot of his bed. He inhaled, and could smell the scent of his son, Eddie. He felt a pair of hands slide from his calves, up his legs to his thighs. It was the lightest of touches, gliding over his skin, making the hair on his legs stand up. Connor was instantly hard as a rock.
"Hey boy."
"Caught you sleeping, old man." Eddie wrapped his hand around his Dad's hard cock and have it a gentle tug.
The pressure felt good to Connor. "Not that old. Where's your brother?"
"You know him. He's in his feelings. He'll be fine."
"What about you? How are you feeling?"
"With finding out my bio mom is dead or finding out that I have a secret brother that none of us knew about?"
"Either."
Connor felt something wet begin to lick up and down his sizable cock. There was a pause. "Honestly, Dad, right now I'm just feeling horny."
He felt his son's mouth engulf the head of his cock. Connor groaned as Eddie's tongue slid around the tip. Connor knew from experience that his cock was too big for either of his boys to take all the way down their throats, but they had learned their own ways of bringing him pleasure. Eddie worked the shaft, using the foreskin to jack his dad's cock while he used his mouth to work the head. "Damn, that feels good, son."
Eddie worked his way down his father's cock, taking inch after inch. He got about six of Connor's 10 inches into his throat before it was too much for him, and he began to choke. Connor reached down and stroked his son's hair. He could feel his son's heat, his need.
"Ride me, boy."
Eddie let the large cock slip from his mouth. "Yes, Sir!"
Eddie wasn't quite the bottom that his younger brother was, but he had plenty of experience taking his Dad's meat in his ass. And he needed it tonight. Shifting always made him horny, and tonight was no exception. But after everything that had happened over the last 24 hours, there was a part of him that just needed this connection to his Dad, his Alpha.
He climbed up the bed slowly, until he was laying chest to chest above the older man. He reached down and gave his father a long, slow kiss. Eddie's tongue slid out of his mouth and into Connor's where they wrestled back and forth. Then Eddie slowly lifted up, folding his knees on each side of his dad's waist, and rested the hard cock in the cleft of his muscular ass. He could feel the heat radiating from his father's endowment, wet with saliva and pre-cum, and felt a rush of desire.
Even in the pitch dark of the room, Eddie had no difficulty making out the details of his father, laying beneath him. Their eyes shone inhumanly in the darkness, taking each other in. Eddie shifted his hips, grinding his dad's wet cock against his hole. He felt the growing pressure, as the large head pressed against his tight pucker. With just a slight push from Connor, the head slipped inside. Eddie let out a gasp. No matter how many times it happened, it was always a beautiful mix of pain and pleasure taking his dad's large tool in his ass. Eddie let his head roll back as it washed over him, suppressing an urge to howl. Then, slowly, he worked inch after inch into his hole, until he finally found himself resting on his father's thighs.
"I'm all in, son."
"I noticed," Eddie said with a low laugh. He could see his Dad smile. He began to flex his hips, grinding down on the thick cock. Soon he was riding it, slowly though, nice and slow. He wanted this to last. His dad reached up and began rubbing on Eddie's thick pectoral muscles. Connor took his son's nipples between his fingers and pinched them softly. This drove Eddie's need, and he rode his dad harder and faster. Eddie's cock was rock hard, and soon it was slapping against his father's stomach.
They had worked up to a good rhythm, Eddie riding his Dad, Connor meeting his son's movements with thrusts of his own, feeling his cock buried in his son's ass. Then a sound caught Connor's attention. He looked over, and saw Billy standing in the bedroom doorway. He must have already showered, as his hair was damp and he was naked.
Connor reached up, and pulled Eddie down on top of him, but kept his cock buried in his hole. "Hey Billy boy. Do you want to join us?""
Billy said nothing, but walked into the bedroom. Connor could see that Billy was conflicted. When it came to emotions, Billy was always the easier of this two sons to read. Billy was the quieter one, who usually felt things deeper than his older brother. Connor gave the bed a little pat, and Billy laid down beside his Dad, who wrapped one of his muscular arms around his younger son. For a moment, they all lay together in silence.
"You guys don't have to stop, you know."
Eddie laughed. "Yeah. We gonna pick this up, Dad? I was kind of getting close."
Connor looked at Billy. "You want to join in, son?"
"Nah, you guys go ahead."
Connor shook his head. He suddenly grabbed Eddie tight and rolled over. Now Eddie was on his back laying next to his brother, and Connor was on top of him. He pulled Eddie's legs into the air and gave a few quick thrusts of his cock, just to make sure Eddie knew what was coming.
"Eddie, suck your brother's cock."
Eddie looked over at Billy. "You want me to, bro?"
Billy smiled. Seconds later, Billy had moved to bring his cock to his brother's lips. Eddie eagerly sucked his brother down his throat. Billy's dick was the skinniest of the family, and Eddie was able to take most of it.
Meanwhile, Connor began a fast paced fuck. He loved the way his cock was tunneling into his son's hole. The tight, wet, confines wrapped around him like a glove. It wasn't often that Eddie gave up his ass, but when he did he was an amazing fuck. Connor watched as his oldest son sucked his brother, who was giving his older brother a hand job. It was too much. He found himself getting close.
"Fuck, I'm coming son."
Eddie moaned, as he felt Connor's large cock grow even larger, before unloading his his hole. Blast after blast of cum shot deep inside. This set off Billy, who was soon flooding his brother's mouth with cum. Eddie was getting filled from both ends. This pushed him over the edge, and he came all over his stomach and chest.
Connor pulled out of his son's ass, and collapsed onto the bed panting. Soon he had Billy under one arm, and Eddie under the other. They lay there in comfortable silence for a while.
Connor was just starting to doze when he heard Eddie ask a question. "Dad, Zack doesn't have a wolf, does he?"
Connor sighed. He had wondered if his eldest had noticed. "I don't know, son. But the way he acted, I don't think he had never seen a werewolf before."
Billy sat up. "Wait, if he's family, how can he not have a wolf?"
"Boys, there are a lot of things about this situation I don't know. We don't know much about him, beyond public records. But he most certainly wasn't raised to know his true nature." Connor paused, choosing his next words carefully. "You know, it might be better, for him and for us, to not pursue this any further. Better, or maybe easier, at least. What we have is special, and also fragile. We can't know what will happen, introducing a stranger to...this, to our pack. He's our blood, yes, but he's also a stranger. I can't make this decision alone. What do you boys think?"
Eddie just shook his head. "He's our brother. I could't take it knowing he was out there.
Billy reached over and took his dad's hand. "Agreed. He's family. We have to do this, Dad."
Eddie looked at his father. "So what are we going to do?"
Connor smiled. He was proud of his pack. "I guess we are going to need a plan."
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Part Two: Zack
I slept like shit that Sunday night. The whole time I was waiting to hear claws scratching at the door or hungry howl from down the hallway. When I finally did get to sleep, I had dreams that I was in a straw house, and the big bad wolf was outside, demanding, Little pig, little pig, let me in...
So my Monday sucked. I was a zombie in class. I had dance practice that afternoon and I felt like I had all the grace of robot. Thankfully, I crashed hard Monday night and got a solid 8 hours of sleep. Things improved as the week went on. I stopped looking for Sheriff Sinclair around every corner. But, taking no chances, I made sure that I was home before dark each night.
In my free time I was doing research. There's a kind of whiplash that occurs when a concept goes from being confirmed fiction to unbelievable fact. I wanted to know everything I could. I was looking up every available resource on werewolves, and what I was finding was surprising. Puts on taped glasses and adjusts pocket protector: Did you know that therianthropy exists in almost every major culture going back to the stone age? What's therianthropy, you didn't ask? It's the ability of humans to turn into other animals. I guess I knew that Hollywood didn't invent werewolves, but there are ancient cave paintings depicting humans transforming into animals. Ancient Greece, Europe, China, medieval England and Ireland, all had folklore that depicted men that turned into wolves. Totally blew my mind!
So I fell down an internet hole, doing research, and not just werewolves. I wanted to see what I could find out about Sheriff Connor Sinclair. Turns out that guy likes his privacy, despite being a public figure. No social media presence at all. No Instagram, no Facebook, no Twitter. The guy had run for county sheriff three times, and won three times. No controversies, no scandals, no gross abuses of power. He must have a family, as he mentioned them a few times during his campaign, but no smiling family church pot luck photo-ops. It's all strangely private for a public figure. Then again, if you were a secret werewolf, you wouldn't necessarily want to be high profile. Still, disappointing when you are hoping to learn more about a monster that knows where you live.
So my week was weird. Always keeping an eye out for trouble, researching formally mythological creatures, and trying to act like everything was normal. Then, on Thursday, something happened that completely turned my week around, round baby right round.
I'm walking across campus, minding my own business and accidentally smash into a guy going the opposite way. It was like he came out of nowhere. I fell, and would have ended up on my ass but a strong pair of arms managed to catch me by my jacket before I toppled over. I'm just about ready to cuss him out when I realize who it is. I look up, and there he is! Waffle House boy! WHB to the fucking rescue! An actual, honest to God meet-cute. Suddenly my ability to create polysyllabic words leaves my brain. He sets me back on my feet but keeps a steady hand on my arm.
"Sorry about that," he says.
"S'okay," I say.
He looks at me for a moment. I panic, as I think I must have dirt on my face, or mustard, or grown a third eye. Then he asks, "Don't I know you?"
"Um," I reply. Damn I am one smooth operator.
"I know!" He smiled. I want to suck his smile off his face with my lips. "Waffle House! You were having breakfast with your girlfriend."
"Yeah." I nod. I am the epitome of eloquence, the master of elucidation. Meanwhile, my panicked brain was screaming silently.
He was looking into my eyes. His were dark, and I totally understood why people say they can get lost someone's eyes. "Well, she's lucky to have a guy like you to buy her breakfast."
Oh fuck no. There is no way sexy WHB is leaving this conversation thinking Jessica is my girlfriend. "Oh no no... I mean, she's not my girlfriend. She's a girl. We're friends. I'm just a friend who is a boy who actually likes boys, not girls, not that there is anything wrong with girls, but I prefer..."
My verbalization skills suddenly went from 0-60. I just thought I was going to babble on forever until thankfully he saved me again when he interrupted me. "That's my mistake. You know what they say, when you assume you make an ass out of u and me."
"No, its totally okay! I mean you are defiantly not an ass. I mean, you have an ass. I mean, its nice. I mean, you are nice. To say that."
"Well, thank you? I think. Am I making you nervous?" About this time I realize that he still has a hand on my arm. And I'm not imagining things, he actually seems to be interested in me.
"NO! I mean, not at all! I just-remember you too. From Waffle House, I mean."
He smiled. "I"m glad you remember me. My name is Eddie."
"I"m Zack." There was a moment of awkward silence. Or maybe it wasn't awkward, I'm a terrible judge. Oh fuck it. He's hot and I'm going for it. "Listen, I obviously have zero game so I'm just going for brutal honesty at this point. You want to have dinner or see a movie, or just hang out or something sometime?"
"Nothing wrong with honesty. How about you come over to my place Saturday? We can hang out, get to know each other"
"Sure! That sounds nice."
"Nice. Well, Zack, I'm looking forward to it. Just warning though, I live with my Dad and little bro. Just so you know."
"That's okay!"
We traded traded phones, and I entered my contact info. When we traded back, my fingers brushed his. For a second, I felt a strange sensation, almost like electricity. I had an uneasy flashback to when I touched Sheriff Sinclair, but then the moment passed. Guess all the weirdness of last weekend fucked me up more than I thought. I wasn't going to let that bring me down, though. I had a date with the sexy waffle house boy! Maybe things in my life were finally getting back to normal!
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