Exclusive Monster-kinktober 1: Mating/Hunting Season + Public sex/Pet play

A/N: I think it’s time we see how the pack slut came to be (read the original story here). This is the story of how the werwolf alpha got the girl and how she became a human-pet for the pack to play with (but never fuck, because that’s the alpha’s job) Enjoy!

Werewolf x fem!reader || degradation (light), knotting, pet play (light), public sex, chasing, lowkey primal play, matebonds

Growing up in a pack of werewolves being human was a weird experience. Up until adulthood, it was okay, a bit confusing for everyone, but okay. But in later years it became a pain, especially because all your friends were already mated and happy and you were left alone. Your alpha forbade you running the mating hunts. He always said it was for your own good, in case someone accidentally hurt “the human” of the pack. You tried arguing with him, but he always ended up growling at you and sending you away.

You were so mad at him that you decided to do something different.

You trusted your bestie to not say anything, and both of you prepared everything you needed to run. They didn’t want you to get hurt, but you wanted a mate, you wanted someone to be called your own and you were tired of waiting because your asshole alpha didn’t want you to “get hurt”. What a bullshit excuse. You wanted to be chased, damn it. So you decided to disobey and run either way. Maybe not your best decision…

When the night comes, you walk to the edge of town like everyone else. Single wolves fill with anticipation walking ahead of everyone. You put a nice jacket over your flimsy dress, it was tradition to not wear anything for the chase, but you decided to make it a bit more enticing to your future mate adding a bit of spice in the form of white sheer lingerie.

You walk in the back, trying not to draw any attention to yourself. And when the alpha steps in the middle of the circle and starts naming the ones running, he stops at one name, looking around until he finds you. You raise an eyebrow, daring him to forbid you to run again. He stares, and to make it worse, you take off your jacket and let it drop to the floor, standing there in only your sheer dress that leaves very little to the imagination. He growls and everyone shuts up suddenly, sensing the anger growing within the alpha. He breaks the paper with the names and walks straight to you.

He stops in front of you and says: “You are not going to run.” There’s a hint of an order in his tone, but you refuse to listen to him.

“Yes, I am,” you answer, stubbornly.

“No,” his tone drops, anger showing in his dark eyes.

“Yes. You can’t forbid me, it’s in pack law, I checked,” you argue, being a complete little shit and knowing he’s going to get angrier at your words.

“Yes, I can. I’m your alpha,” you don’t imagine the threat under his words, his fists clenched so hard at his sides that even your human nose can smell the blood.

And then you counterattack with the worst possible thing: “Then I’ll leave and run in another pack.” Everyone around you gasps, but you stand there unbothered.

Walking away from your pack isn’t unheard of, but it’s a disgrace to the alpha to have someone of his pack, especially a human, walking away from him. Usually matings between packs happened with both alphas’ consent. Walking away and joining another pack would be like saying he’s a bad alpha, and his frown shows he knows what you are doing, what you are threatening him with. Humans inside the pack are sacred, they are the most cared for individual and there’s no way he would allow you to leave.

He looks at you intently, a cruel smirk on his beautiful angry face, and announces: “Okay, then. Nobody chases today.” You look at him, anger rising inside of you.

“Don’t you dare,” you say as someone else tries to argue: “But alpha…” He turns his head around so fast everyone steps back, except you.

“Nobody runs today… but her,” he says, pointing at you, all eyes looking in your direction. “If she wants to run, let her. She’ll run alone,” he chuckles without any humor, and you want to smack him more than ever.

You get closer to him, your faces merely millimeters away. “You are an asshole,” you spit into his face. He says nothing, doesn’t even move.

You’ve been dancing around each other since you were teens. There was always something there, always a spark of sexual energy sparkling between you two. But he never acted on it, and you were always too scared to make a fool out of yourself. You time passed, and the unsolved sexual tension only got bigger and bigger, especially since he forbid you from running. Especially since he didn’t run himself.

But you are tired, so, so tired of his bullshit and the fact that he wouldn’t let you find anybody even when he didn't step up himself…

You look around and decide to try your luck one last time. “The first to catch me, can have me, mating hunt or not,” you announce to everyone. You hear a couple whimpers and a few low growls, offering yourself like that had an effect on every single wolf in the crowd, and you know it.

Your alpha looks around with murderous eyes. “NO!” He screams, stepping towards you until mere millimeters separate you two. You look at him with your head tilted, about to argue more, when speaks again. “YOU’RE MINE!” He roars, making the pack go silent as he looks around with shiny red eyes.

You look at him confused, completely speechless at his declaration. There’s no way what he just said is true. He would have said something before, right? If he knew you were his mate, why there’s no bite in your neck, why didn’t he run at some point?

“What are you...?” You try to ask but stop yourself when you see his fury-red look.

He’s trembling with anger and pent up frustration, trying to contain the half-shift as he growls low. “Run,” he orders between his fangs.

You want to stay, to ask more questions, to disobey, but something in his eyes tells you it’s not the time. You need to run, and he needs to chase. You already found your mate, and he’s the fucking asshole alpha that has been running away from you all this time. But you only have one thing left to do...

You take off.

At first, you can’t hear anything else, just your heartbeat and footsteps under you, but as you get away from the pack, the sounds around you became more and more predominant. You can hear the little creatures around, the wind moving the leaves over your head… You hear a howl in the distance, and you push your body faster, harder. You can smell the humid grass under your feet as you discard your shoes to feel it under your feet.

And then everything goes quiet and you hear him.

“Look at that… A pretty pet got lost. Come here, pet. Let your alpha claim you,” he teases, his voice more animalistic than human. You shiver, your breath catching in your throat at the realization that he’s that close to you. But you aren’t ready to give up yet.

“No,” you whisper as you take flight again, running like your life depends on it. You want to be chased until he’s so desperate to get to you that everything else goes through the window. You want him to be as needy as you are right now hearing his footsteps behind you as he howls at the moon.

You keep running, knowing full well that your alpha is just playing with you, with his new pet, as he called you. You know you shouldn’t feel so hot about it, you know him degrading you shouldn’t be as arousing as it is, but you are dipping so much that it feels like your thighs are soaked as you sprint through the forest. He’s so close behind you, you can almost feel him.

When he finally catches you, you scream his name for everyone to know. You can hear the pack howling in the distance as his furry body covers your back and he growls against your neck. The threat of his fangs should make you nervous, but it makes you incredibly hot. You are a whimpering mess as soon as his teeth close around the back of your neck, holding you down as he tears your flimsy dress off. His claws are everywhere, running up and down your stomach, your back, your legs… He’s caressing every centimeter of your body as he gropes and pinches at every chance.

By the time his claws finally find your center, he lets go of you to howl again, alerting the pack that they are welcome to join now. They all need to be present to see how pretty the alpha’s pet is, how needy and desperately she is claimed. Dozens of footsteps sound in the distance as he plays with your pussy, his claws too pointy to do anything more than rub your clit. But there’s no need, you are already dripping and ready to be claimed, and he knows it. Everybody knows it.

When the pack breaks the line of trees behind you, you are already groaning and moaning, claw marks all over your body where he touched and groped. You are probably a mess, but you don’t care. They stay away from you, close enough to watch, but not close enough to alert your alpha of other unmated wolves close by. You are eager, whimpering and pleading for him to do it. To claim you. You want it, you want everything he has to give you.

“I told you not to run. I told you over and over you shouldn’t run,” he mumbles against your neck, sniffling your pulse point and licking over the spot that makes your vision go white. “But you don’t listen, do you? You like to be a brat and have me on the edge… Now you get what you harvested, pet. Now you get an alpha,” he finally roars, his dick slipping inside of you in one long hard thrust.

The pack cheers as his dick fills you completely, your head pressed to the ground as he ruts against your pussy wildly. He lets you adjust for a few seconds, breathing hard against your neck as his teeth finally mark you as his mate. Everyone roars in happiness and joy, as your eyes roll back into your head because of the blinding pleasure. The combination of his dick and his mark droves you to an orgasm so intense you pass out for a couple seconds.

But that’s not enough to stop him, you come back to your body and he’s already thrusting inside of you, setting a frantic pace that’s driving him and everyone else looking into a frenzy. You can hear the pack going wild every time he thrusts inside your welcoming pussy.

He keeps talking in your ear, each word punctuated with a hard thrust that makes you groan in delight. “Look up, pet. Look how desperate they are at the smell of your desire. Look how thirsty they look to get a taste of the pack-whore’s pussy. But they can’t. Nobody else can. You. Are. Mine.” He roars and you feel his knot expanding inside of you.

You scream at the same time he roughly pulls at your hair so you are looking up, your drooling teary face exposed to the pack right in front of you. They are enjoying themselves with the spectacle, some of them having sex, some of them furiously jerking off as they watch how you fuck your ass back against your alpha’s cock. The sounds are a filthy symphony as you roll your hips, unable to push back anymore because you are tied.

The first shot of his cum inside of you makes you cry out and come around him, squeezing around him and making him howl to the moon again. The pack answers with a howl of their own, the frenzy escalating until the sight in front of you is something like a bacchanal as your alpha keeps filling you with his come until you are so full you feel like you could burst.

“You are going to look so pretty full with my pups, my pet getting all round and soft, bred by the alpha…” His words make you squeeze around him again, an unknown breeding kink materializing in your body and making you whine.

He chuckles against your neck, tenderly. The original rush has passed, and he’s languidly licking the mate-bond in your neck, his claw lazily rubbing your clit to make you cry out, oversensitive. By the time his knot goes down, the pack is having an orgy, and the teasing of his claws made you wet and needy all over. He fucks you knots you three more times before he gives you a rest, your eyes barely open by the time his fourth knot of the night goes down. When he carries you back to town, you fall asleep against his neck, your pussy sore and your heart full.

At the end, you disobeyed and ran… but he caught you. And you couldn’t be happier about it.