“Aaaaah,” he groaned as he came. Angie rode the surge of his pleasure and came seconds later. She felt so good, she couldn’t stop orgasming. A few moments later, she rolled off of George and cuddled next to him.
“I… still swear you share your orgasms,” she gasped as aftershocks rolled her body.
? Maybe, I don’t know how I do it though,” he said softly. He reached over to the side of the bed and reached into a basket and grabbed a towel. He handed it to Angie. “I know you’ll need this,” he said.
“Oh yeah. I already have a puddle under my hip,” she said. The one thing that amazed her was the volume of cum. Granted, George was a big man, but still. He left her swimming in it. If she stood up without a towel, it ran down her legs and puddled. She’d asked Ginny and Meg about it and discovered that Luc and Patrick were the same way. A “shifter” thing. Meg was the one who told her to keep a supply of towels next to the bed. She dried herself off enough to get to the bathroom and was back in bed in two minutes.
“If you guys are so fertile, why haven’t you taken over the world?” Angie asked.
“Simple. High teen mortality rate,” he said softly. “We have more shifters die between sixteen and twenty-four than the average human. It evens out.”
“Oh. Never thought of it that way,” said Angie. She had cuddled up to him and he wrapped her in his arms like a plump teddy bear.
“Good night George,” she said.
“Ni-hght,” said George. He was half shifted as he fell asleep.
The wolf snuffled her neck. He knew he was too big to ever truly mate with her, but she was his. He curled around her and cradled her on his body. “Mine,” he thought as he snuffled her hair and neck again before sleeping.
Ginny’s bright green undies set had been a hit. Patrick was still being gentle as they had sex, but mid-stroke, he shifted and so did she. He bit the fur on her neck to hold her tight to him as his hips pistoned his cock in and out. As the knot formed, he howled his release and she accompanied him. Panting, they dropped to the bed. The knot would hold them tight for at least an hour.
The smaller of the two wolves enjoyed the mating pleasures. Her mate was very dominant, and she felt safe with him. “Safe,” was the last thing that crossed her mind.
Luc and Meg took time to wash and dry her new clothes. Then they headed to bed. It had been a long day, and while Meg wanted to have sex, she just couldn’t keep her eyes open a minute longer. Luc held her and stroked her growing stomach. They still hadn’t felt a kick, although Sara said she had. Luc shifted and curled around her.
The wolf was trying to be gentle as he put his head on his mate’s stomach. Putting his ear to her skin, he listened. The swishing noises didn’t make much sense to him, but it was different than the blood just under her skin. “Pups!” he thought as his tail thumped the bed in joy.
*
Sam heard a noise. She wasn’t sure what it was, but it had woke her up. She grabbed her robe and headed for the hall. There in the hall was a man slumped over on the floor.”Oh God!”she thought, wondering which one of her guests had fallen. Then she realized as she knelt next to the man that he was naked. “Buster?” she asked.
“Help me up,” he said in a whisper. He was wiry and frail. A very old man. Sam helped him to her room and set him on the bed. Then she grabbed a cover and wrapped it around him.
“Buster, whatever made you shift back?” she asked.
“Wanted to tell you goodbye and that I love you for all you did for me,” he said.
“Oh Buster, you didn’t have to do that,” Sam said with tears beginning to run down her face.
“Seeing those two, I wanted to come back and talk. Now it’s almost too late,” he said. His voice was so soft, Sam could barely hear him.
“No, it isn’t. It’s never too late,” said Sam.
“I…” Buster started and then was wracked with a cough. It shuddered his whole body. “I want you to send my stuff to those two young wolves,” he finally got out between coughs.
“You mean Patrick and Ginny?” Sam asked.
Buster nodded. He coughed and wheezed.
“Let’s get you comfortable,” said Sam.
“Okay, never thought I’d end up in your bed,” Buster said half joking.
“Oh you!” said Sam. A smile broke thought the tears still streaming down her face. She turned because she heard a noise. There in the doorway stood one of her guests.
“Is everything okay?” asked the man.
“Yes, just an old friend not feeling well,” said Sam.
“I’ll call a doctor if you want,” the man said.
“No, no need, I’ll call Doc Rogers in a minute once I get him settled,” said Sam.
“Are you sure? It’s no problem,” he said again.
“I’m sure. I don’t want any fuss. I’ll call the doctor in a few minutes. It ain’t like he’s gonna do more than hold his hand anyway,” said Sam getting frustrated.
“Okay,” said the man and went back down the hall.
“Damn tourists,” mumbled Sam.
“Sam, my name is Brian Davy. Don’t think I ever said,” said Brian.
“You told me once, but told me to call you Buster. Never explained that,” she said. “I’m gonna call Doc and I’ll be right back.”
Sam headed down the hall to the phone. She got there just in time to see the guest hang up the phone. “Now what in the Sam Hill did you do?” she asked.
“I called the ambulance since you weren’t going to. That man could die because you didn’t do what you should have,” he said righteously.