Werewolf Boyfriend: Kayne (complete)

It’s been a year since I moved, but I’m still unpacking boxes. Technically, where I’m at is an old hunting cabin that’s had a bathroom added on to it. It’s obvious how much the place was gutted for it to be habitable and it’s sometimes funny to go from the modern bathroom and back into the rustic cabin. I can’t complain though, the place is far enough for the main part of town I can live peacefully, but close enough I can still ride my bike to the farmer’s market every weekend. The rent was too good as well, my landlord, Mrs. Locklear, was intimidating at first, but the more I talk with her the more I end up liking her.

I had come to Hearthway Hollow like many of the people who lived her, I wanted to settle, I didn’t want to be nomadic anymore. I took the risk of it not being as cold as I usually like it, and so far I’ve been able to survive. I’ve been able to make a living by selling my produce at the farmer’s market as well as to the restaurants in town. I’ve also made a pretty penny selling mushroom farm starter kits to people as well.

One of the few complaints I have about my living situation is that, because I am so deep in the woods, I often get the werewolves in my yard. Hearthway Hollow has this tradition which includes that courting werewolves hunt for their intended to impress them. So I have had werewolves hunting in my yard some nights. They’ve trampled my garden, tore up my walk way, or caused some sort of damage to the property. It’s become such an issue that I’ve asked Mr.s Locklear to put something up around the place. The makeshift fence I put around my garden can only last so long before I start keeping dog whistles going all night.

I appreciate the traditions and the customs that Hearthway Hollow has set in place, it’s certainly much nicer than the weres taking whatever mate they choose. The were-leopard colony I lived with wasn’t too particular about mating customs, just as long as you did it, it was part of why my mom became a loner with me and my siblings, she was sick of popping out kids.

I invited my family to come with me to Hearthway Hollow, but I was always the black sheep of the family. I didn’t like moving around and going to new places like my younger siblings did. I also know they didn’t want to leave the mountains and their snow, but being a snow-leopard I understand that.

Friday evenings and Saturday and Sunday mornings are the farmer’s market in Hearthway Hollow. During the warm months it’s set up outside in the downtown square and during the colder months it’s placed inside the old train depot. I take all I can, but having only a bike it’s sometimes hard to pack everything. I’ve rigged the bicycle with a cart in the back, but as my garden expands I’m having a hard time delivering everything.

One of my main products is my mushrooms, and if I’m lucky they’ll sell within the first hour of me setting them out. My grandfather had taught me how to grow mushrooms and from there I have taught myself how to grow other varieties. Luckily, living in the woods where I do, it’s the perfect place to cultivate.

It was a Saturday morning and I was setting up shop, I was lucky that the organizers of the farmer’s market provided tables or I would be sunk. No way I could transport that on my old bike. Already people were mulling about and watching as people set up. Usually, chefs from restaurants would swoop in first, buy all the best produce, and leave before most of the usual folks had a chance to even drink their coffee. 

“Good morning, Ms. Sylene,” I hear the familiar voice of Mrs. Locklear as she strides up to my table.

“Good morning.” I wipe my hands on the dingy old apron I wear. “I have your order set aside.” I stoop down and pick up the basket she leaves with me so I can fill it with her personalized order.

“Wonderful! I’ve been looking forward to these mushrooms all week.” Mrs. Locklear grins and sets down some money on the counter. “I always intend to make them last but I know I’m lying to myself.”

The sound of a motorcycle putters and revs, coming closer to the downtown square. I look up, seeing a cherry red cycle come through the street and then idle near the sidewalk just above the square.

“Oh, this is who I wanted you to meet.” Mrs. Locklear replies. “This is the fellow I’ve hired to build the fence around the property.”

The rider steps off the motorcycle and takes off the helmet. A mess of black and white hair spills out from underneath. He fixes it, tying it all back into a messy bun at the back of his head. 

“He’s my nephew,” Mrs. Locklear replies. “Well, one of many,” she rolls her eyes. “These damn kids were hard enough to keep track of when they were little. Now all of them are coming back big and grown and wanting to stay here in the Hollow.”

“At least you have family around,” I reply, my eyes still lingering on her biker nephew.

“Everyone in the Hollow is family,” she scoffs. “And I have more than I can handle. Maybe one of these days one of these kids will take my place and I can finally live in peace.”

The biker comes down the stairs and into the square. He’s taking off his leather jacket and I can see his skin is mottled in color. The deep umber of his Native skin tone mingles with a much paler pinky-white. His thick brows are the same, bits of white mix in with the black. His neatly kept beard looks like salt and pepper spilled on the table.

“Kayne, come here boy,” Mrs. Locklear scoffs. “Don’t keep us waiting.”

“Sorry Auntie,” he slips up beside her and puts his arm around her shoulders. “Didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”

He’s tall and broad of shoulder with very strong features. The mottling of his skin and body looks like vitiligo, but it doesn’t distract from the handsome man he is.

“This is Sylene,” Mrs. Locklear points at me. “This is the young lady you’ll be building the fence for.”

Kayne steps towards my stand and tilts his head down. “Nice to meet you.”

I furrow my brow a bit and nod. “Hi.”

“Sylene,” he murmurs. “That’s an unusual name. You’re not from around here are you?” He smirks at me and I am a bit uneasy.

“No, I’ve only been here a year,” I reply.

Kayne looks over my baskets full of produce, scanning them as he walks along the table. “Auntie says you have a garden problem.” His hand skims along the tabletop and I can’t help but notice how big his fingers are.

I quickly avert my eyes and turn my attention to bundling more herbs. “It keeps getting trampled. Hence the fence.”

“Considering how much puppy love is going around these days, I can see where you’d be having the issue.” Kayne picks up a bundle of rosemary and sniffs it. “You’re a were too aren’t you?” He asks. “But you’re not a wolf.”

“I thought these things weren’t supposed to be discussed in public.” I fiddle and fix some of the baskets. “According to the rules of Hearthway Hollow, right?”

“Just some simple curiosity.” Kayne places the rosemary back in the basket. “There’s something about your eyes that I can’t -ow!” He yowls.

Mrs. Locklear has his ear locked in a vice. “Didn’t your mother teach your manners? I know I taught her a thing or two.” She twists his ear and Kayne lurches down towards her to try and escape some of the torment.

“Auntie! Let go!” He whines.

I try not to smirk, but there is some fun in watching a grown man being brought to his knees like that. I giggle and quickly turn my head away when Kayne glances towards me.

“What time is ok for him to come in the mornings?” Mrs. Locklear asks.

“I usually sleep in a bit,” I admit. “But anytime after nine will be ok.”

Mrs. Locklear gives him a harsh look and lets him ago. “He’ll be there.” She snatches up her basket. “Or I’ll make him.” She walks away while Kayne stands there rubbing his ear.

“She do that often?” I ask Kayne.

“My mom used to tell me horror stories about how she would rip the ears off weres who got in her way. Said there was an entire colony up north where all only had one left ear.” Kayne huffs. “Part of why I was too afraid to get ear piercings.”

“But you have them elsewhere?” I tease.

A bright smile spreads Kayne’s lips as he looks at me. “Want to see them?”

My face grows instantly hot and I turn quickly away from him. “What sort of fence is she having you put in?”

“Electric, so anyone who tries to trample your garden will get electrocuted.”

I snap a look back at him. “That sounds like her but she wouldn’t...would she?”

Kayne chuckles. “I’m joking. She’s just putting up a lumber fence for now. If that doesn’t work, then we’ll electrocute the populace of Hearthway Hollow to make a point.” His eyes widen a bit as I set a basket full of peppers on the table.

“Those look angry,” he points.

“Because they are.” I smirk. “Don’t touch them with your bare hands, the oil will make you burn all day.”

Kayne recoils his hand from the basket. “What are they?”

“Family secret,” I say with a wink. “Mostly I see them as a novelty, but some of the chefs around here have been using them for the hot wing recipes. They’ve all been in competition to see who can make the hottest.”

“I don’t do so good with hot,” Kayne makes a face. “How hot are they?”

I chuckle and pick on up from the basket. It’s a bright orange like a warning sign melting down into a cherry red like his motorcycle. I take a bite and I relish in the shocked and horrified look on his face. 

“They’re sweet peppers,” I finally laugh. I crunch the rest of the pepper and toss the stem into the bushes. “I don’t like hot either.”

Kayne huffed. “You had me scared there for a second.”

“Why?” I chuckle. “You didn’t eat it.”

Things started to get busy and Kayne vanished away into the crowd. Come Monday morning, I was making my coffee and I heard the kick and sputter of an old truck. Stepping outside a dark green pickup truck that looked older than hell struggled up the driveway. The back was loaded with lumber and Kayne was inside. He stepped out of the truck wearing a flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

“Good morning,” he waves at me.

I wave at him and watch in silence as he starts unloading the lumber from the truck. He then takes a bucket full of white spikes and uses them to map out the property. He stops when he nears your garden, looking over it with a curious eye. He uses spikes to mark it off as well, leaving a good chunk of space between the edge of the garden and the spikes.

Kayne looks up at me. “I’m not bothering you am I?”

I flinch when I realize I’ve been staring this whole time. “No!” I gasp. “Just uhm...not awake!”

Kayne smirks. “Sure.” He continues with his work as I dash back inside. 

I really wasn’t awake which is what lead to me staring. I had let myself get carried away, watching his arms and hands. Something about a guy in flannel with good hands, I dunno, it was a sort of innocent pornography. 

Over the next few days Kayne sets up posts for where the fence will go. He hammers them in and I get to enjoy the view. Something about his back looks way too good when he swings that sledgehammer over his head and then brings it down on the post. 

One day as I’m working in the garden, he sits down near the edge and leans back against a tree. He sighs and puffs his shirt open and closed to cool down.

“What’re you doing?” He asks.

I glance back at him and shrug. “Weeding right now.”

“Not too horrible.” He looks around and notices a patch of the garden that has recently been trampled. “I’ve not been in Hearthway Hollow too long myself, but what do you think of all these...traditions they have?”

I toss a clump of weeds into a trash bag and sigh. “Compared to what I’m used to, it’s better.” I turn so I can look at him. “Back with the colony I lived with, it was kind of tiresome. It’s part of why my mom left it.” I start picking weeds again. “I like the idea of the courtship ritual, but really, I wouldn’t want someone doing that for me.”

Kayne tilts his head to the side. “Why not?” 

I huff and sit back again. “I don’t need a hunter,” I grumble. “I guess-” I shrug and make a face before going back to pulling weeds. “I just don’t need a hunter. I don’t need someone showing off what they can kill.” I look at him and place my hands to my chest. “I can kill on my own.”

Kayne is silent for a moment. He takes down his long hair and combs his fingers through it before tying it back up. “So what you want is more like a comforter?”

“A blanket?” I frown.

Kayne chuckles. “No, no,” he smirks at me. “Someone who can comfort you. You don’t need someone to provide. You need someone to support you more than that.”

“Yeah,” I murmur. “I would like that more than a dead elk on my porch.”

Kayne chuckles and stands back up. “But how would one show you that? What would someone have to do to catch your eye?”

“I dunno,” I huff. “I guess I prefer directness more than hints. I don’t pick up on subtlety real easy.”

Kayne strips off his shirt while I’m deep in my thoughts. “I’ve noticed.”

“Yeah, I kind of need to be like those posts,” I chuckle. “Bludgeoned over the head by-” my thoughts are smacked from my head as I look at Kayne and his bare chest. “I uh-” I blink rapidly a few times. “I’m uh...are you-”

“How about dinner tonight?” He smirks. “I’ll go home and get a shower and come back and cook for you.”

His nipples are pierced and I can’t stop staring at him. “Who?”

Kayne chuckles and walks over to me. “I’m trying to be a sledgehammer here.” He kneels down beside me. “I’ve been trying to be sly about it all week, but now, I guess I need to just be blunt.”

I nearly fall over as he gets closer. “Blunt for what?”

“Let me court you Sylene,” he says. “I’d really like to.”

“Why?” I’m knocked breathless.

Kayne chuckles and he tucks my hair behind my ear. “Because you’re cute and funny. And when I looked at you I got this gut feeling I was looking at someone worth the time and effort.”

“Me?” I gasp.

“Yes, you.” He leans in and I instinctively close my eyes. His beard tickles, but his warm lips make me go weak and gooey inside. I cup my hands around his neck and moan as his strong hands go around my chubby waist.

“Oh wow,” I pant as he pulls back.

Kayne laughs and kisses my forehead. “So, can I cook you dinner?”

“You don’t have to cook,” I grumble.

Kaybe kisses me again. “Let me finish up here and I’ll go home and shower.” He puts his shirt back on and cleans up some things around the yard. After he leaves I start a mad dash to clean the house. I even go as far as to scrub the bathtub, not sure why, I just felt like it was something I should do.

I then get ready myself and actually take a long, hot soak in my freshly cleaned bathtub. I lay there and stare up at the ceiling. I felt a bit nervous, but I was still more shocked than anything. Kayne was such a good looking guy, strong, built, extremely sexy with his nipple piercings. Then there was me, short, chubby, and awkward as hell. I didn’t know if I could be sexy, let alone keep up with someone like Kayne.

After the bath I got dressed and tried to doll myself up the best I could. I went through several outfits before I decided on something to wear. I didn’t want to look like I was thinking about it, but I definitely wanted to look like I was putting out an effort. I just didn’t want to give off the vibe I was trying. I dunno, sometimes I feel like I think too hard on these things.

When Kayne comes back he’s on his motorcycle. I step outside as he takes off his helmet and all his hair comes tumbling out. He pushes it away from his face and smiles at me. “Hope you’re hungry.”

I’m not sure I have an appetite since I’m so nervous. “What’s the menu?”

Kayne holds up a bag. “Went to the butcher shop. Do you mind if we pick through your garden?”

I shake my head. “I have some personal stuff inside, it should be enough.”

“Ah, so you have the good stuff,” he says with a smirk.

“Nah, I keep and bruised and less pretty stuff to myself. It all works the same.” I open up the fridge and pull out some containers. “What are you making?”

He sets the paper bag down on the counter and opens it up. Inside is a paper wrapped slab of meat. “Old family recipe.” He then furrows his brow. “Or so Auntie says.” He starts peeling away the butcher paper. “We never had a lot growing up. Moving around so much and all. So every time we came into Hearthway Hollow Auntie always had us a big meal waiting.” Inside was a slab of tenderloin. “That’s why I came back here after all these years.” He turns and looks back at me. “Skillet?”

I had been a bit wrapped up in his story so I gasped. “Oh right!” I reach under the sink and pull out my cast iron skillet. “So you were a loner?”

“Yeah,” He huffs. “I was a real dick,” he chuckles. He coats the pan in olive oil and lets it get hot. He then rubs the meat down with spices and herbs before placing the tenderloin in the pain and letting it seer. “Would fight for no reason, thought I was a real fucking alpha.” He stands back and pushes his hair to one side. “What about you?”

“I’m a house cat,” I answer.

Kaybne nearly doubles over as he wheezes. He snorts then cups his hand around his mouth. “I’m sorry,” he giggles.

“It’s the truth. I just laze around waiting for a sunny spot, I play in my garden, and I only want to socialize when I feel like it.” I shrug. “That’s why the whole courting ritual bugs me so much I think.”

Kayne smiles. “It’s encroaching on your house cat agenda.” He turns to the stove and flips the tenderloin then starts chopping up the mushrooms and peppers.

“I guess.” I stand beside him. “I like observing more than I like participating.”

“That explains why you’re always staring at me,” he grins.

I roll my eyes. “Ok, sure, you caught me.”

“I did my fair share of staring, no shame in it.” He winks at me. “I like when you bend over in the garden.”

I frown at him.

“What? I like what I like.” He places the chopped veggies into the pan and tosses more olive oil and spices over them before setting it in the oven. “Well, we have time while this cooks.” He takes a bottle of wine from the bag. “Want some?”

“I don’t have wine glasses,” I admit.

Kayne starts to uncork the bottle. “Juice glasses then? I mean it’s grape juice, right?” 

I take down a couple of ordinary glasses from the cabinet and Kayne fills them up. We sit down on the sofa and start talking. The tenderloin will take a while so we kind of go on long tangents.

“You’ve asked me how I feel about the courtship rituals here. But you’ve not really said how you feel,” I say. I set down my empty glass. 

“I think it’s cute,” he replies. “I don’t mind it. And if I had to end up doing it I would. But I think, as full grown adults, we should get to do what we can both say yes to. If we want to just fuck, we can just fuck. If we want to dance around and be cute, we can dance around and be cute. I don’t see the need for the extra steps.”

I don’t know if its the wine or him that’s making me feel so warm at this moment. “And let’s say that was the case, that you did just want to rut.”

“I’m trying to be a good boy here, Sylene.” He reaches over and tangles his fingers in my hair. “Don’t get suggestive on me.” He pulls me in close. “I’m really trying to break the bad boy habit.”

I place my hands on his thighs. “I don’t mind a bad boy.” He pulls me in close, kissing me. His teeth turn sharp, tugging on my bottom lip and then nibbling down my neck. He tugs down my shirt, biting my shoulder and trailing his tongue down my chest.

I gasp and pinch my thighs together, but his strong hand forces them open. He cups his hand between my legs, kneading as his other hand pulls my hair. I’m starting to shift, changing into my were-form as the excitement grows. Kayne kisses me again, sharp teeth bite my tongue and as I look at him I see the dark wolf sitting before me. Patches of white mottle the black fur and I place my hands on his chest.

We quickly strip away our clothes and I kneel on the floor before him. His fists my hair again, knotting his fingers in my locks as he pushes me down on his cock. I take him in my mouth and down to my throat. His knot rubs against my lips and then he pulls me up. His dark snarls and moans make me more and more excited. I touch myself, feeling my wetness seep between my fingers as I rub my slit.

“I can smell you,” Kayne pants and I look up at him. His face is twisted and his tongue is hanging out. He grabs me up, pulling me by my hair and throwing me over the arm of the sofa. He grabs my ass and spreads my cheeks apart to have a look at me.

His roughness excites me and I can’t wait for him to move me again. I cry out as his fingers slip inside. I squeeze tight around him and he bites my ass.  He puts his strong hand on the nape of my neck and pushes my head down. His fingers move inside me, going fast all of sudden and stirring me out. I cry out, mewling as he churns me. My wetness splashes and seeps out and my thighs grow cold.

Kayne bites me again and I tremble, my knees go weak and I lean back into his palm. Panting and sighing I go a bit limp on the sofa, held up by his hand on my neck.

“My my,” he growls low. “What a messy girl you are.” His fingers pull from me. “I’ll have to clean up this mess.” His hand leaves my neck and his fingers curl into my hair again. He lifts me up and presses his chest to my back. His cock ruts against my ass and I can hear his snarls and grunts in my ear.

“Nothing like a plump thigh to get you excited,” he moans.

I reach down, taking hold of his cock as it rubs to my thigh. He’s hard and throbbing against me.

“Well, not nothing.” He pulls back a bit and forces me over again. The tip of his cock rubs against my lips and he slowly starts to ease inside.

I cry out and push back against him, taking all of him at once.

Kayne’s sharp fingers dig into my hips and he keeps me held there. His harsh breathing comes down to my ear and he bites and nips the back of my neck. He stays still for a moment, buried deep inside me. His tongue trails down my back and he rises up again.

I’ve never felt this excited before. The way he takes control of me is such a rush. I take a deep breath and squeeze around him inside. He then pulls out and shoves back in. I cry out and he does it again. His fingers dig into my ass and holding me in place. He moves hard, making me and the couch shake. 

Kayne’s teeth then dig into my neck as he bites my nape. I mewl and whimper, wanting to feel more of his harsh power. He drives into me and before I can catch my breath I’m shuddering all over. I cry out and his fingers slip into my mouth and presses them to my tongue. He growls and snarls as his movements become wild and erratic. His knot is pushing for entrance, each hard thrust it nearly makes it. Finally, it pops into place and he goes completely still. He snarls and moans, rutting in place and making my mind go into a white haze. He lets out a long strained howl as he fills me to the brim.

He pulls me back, laying me on his chest. My lashes flutter and I rest my cheek on his shoulder. Both of us are breathing heavy and panting. So much had happened but it all felt so fast. We had given in to something primal, but I think we had been fighting it all week. 

“Your whiskers tickle,” Kayne giggles.

“Mmm,” I moan softly and nuzzle to his chest. I bite his nipple, tugging at the piercing. “Get used to it.” I snuggle back against him and start to purr.

“No, stop that,” he groans. “That’s too cute! You actually purr?”

I giggle and run my hand down his chest. “I do.”

“Then I can’t wait to find all the ways to make you purr,” he whispers suggestively in my ear.  He then sighs. “Fuck, now I have to finish cooking.”

I sit up, but only so I can look at his body. I then kiss him. “I am hungry.”

“Then let me up.” He pushes me aside and stands, slowly shifting back to his human form. He stands in the kitchen naked, checking on the tenderloin and then pulling out a second bottle of wine from the paper bag.

I touch myself, feeling his cum still inside me. “Mm,” I moan. “The food smells good,” I sigh. 

“Not half as good as you smell,” he replies. “Mm, you look much more appetizing like that too,” he chuckles.

I flinch but then relax back into the sofa. “You said you would clean up your mess.” I show him my sticky fingers. “But you only made it worse.”

Kayne takes my fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean. “My bad.” He kneels down in front of the sofa and jerks my hips towards the edge. “Let me take care of that.” His tongue pushes against my mounds and slips inside me. He snarls and slurps, sucking my clit and making me shiver all over again.

As he sits up I feel like a melted pile of putty. “I can’t feel my legs,” I moan.

“Oh good,” he grins. “Then you won’t be able to run from me.” He kisses my soft thighs and plump belly. He licks between my breasts before placing a long kiss on my lips. “Dinner will be another thirty minutes.” He licks his chops. “Can you make it?”

“I guess I’ll have to.” I loop my arms around Kayne’s neck. “What do you have in mind until then?”

A sinister smile crosses Kayne’s face. “Many things, but we’re going to have a long time to work through my bucket list. So for now, I think I’ll leave the helpless kitten be until she’s had a meal.”

I scoff. “You think I can’t take it?”

Kayne kisses me and lays his naked body on top of mine. “I don’t want to get scratched. Well, not yet anyways.”