Werewolf Boyfriend: Ezra 2 (rough draft)

Since your family lived close to the Naval base, Ezra had met with them quite a bit. It was a regular thing to meet with them, have dinners, hang out. But you still hadn’t met any of Ezra’s family. You had talked to his mother on the phone a few times, but nothing beyond that. It was hard to travel to his family’s place too since it was literally across the country.

So when the opportunity arose, you both decided it would be best to move closer to his hometown. Most of your family were career Naval officers, so travel for them would be easier. It would also work out better for you since there was a local college there as well. You’d be able to finish off your degree and Ezra would be close to home. He never let it on, but you could tell sometimes he was homesick. He talked to his family quite regularly, and you often heard him lamenting about not getting to participate in at home traditions.

Ezra was a werewolf, and that came with strange new territory. Being out at sea isn’t exactly the usual place for such creatures, but it was something he wanted to do to honor his grandfather so he made it work. Luckily he did or else you never would have met him.

The plans to move were set, and Ezra’s family was all but happy to help find a home for you to move into. Ezra’s mother sent you pictures almost every day or houses she was visiting. Ezra was still busy finishing things up with work and getting through his last few days, so aside from glancing at some pictures, he left the approval of the house to you. You then had a week off together just to pack up the trailer you rented. You were excited, as you had mostly lived in military housing all your life. It was going to be nice to live in the woods, in a quaint little house that didn’t look cookie cutter in the slightest. It would also be your first time living on the west coast.

“I am not looking forward to driving for so long,” Ezra bemoaned as you made a stop before leaving to top off gas and buy some snacks.

“You’ve been on a ship for weeks at a time before,” you say, stuffing a cooler with peach sodas.

He makes a face somewhere between grimace and a sneer. “That’s different. You can move around on a boat. You can get out of your room on a boat. In a car? You’re trapped.”

You smile, trying to hold back your sarcastic comments. “We can make stops.”

“Yeah,” he grumbles. “Still.” He finishes filling up the car and puts the hose back. “I don’t like being cooped up like this.”

“Even with me?” You hop into the car.

“I get cranky, I don’t wanna snap at you.” He takes the passenger’s seat.

You smirk as you pull out of the gas station. “If you do, I’ll just slam on the breaks and make you hit your big head against the window.”

Ezra gives you a puppy dog pout. “I have a big head?”

The drive isn’t so bad, you’re used to long road trips. Your family took them all the time, at least six times a year depending on your dad’s work and what your mom wanted to do. You also knew Ezra, so when you could see him getting antsy, you’d try to find somewhere to pull over so he could get a breather. It did stall the trip a little bit, but you did have some fun at a few of the stops. You were lucky enough to find hidden gemstones, like niche diners, strange boutiques, and a couple of tourist attractions. Going through Georgia, there was an entire town that looked like a German village, but it was such a cliche tourist trap too. But Ezra drank too much at lunch, so he passed out for the remainder of the trip.

You arrived at your new home and you have to shake him awake. He grumbles and grunts, eventually coming to. “Are we here already?” He looks up, rubbing his eye. “Wait, what’re we doing here?”

“You passed out as soon as we drove off. This is our new place. I told you we would be stopping there first.” You get out of the car as the front door opens.

A cross look comes to his face. “This isn’t our new place,” he says. “You must have gotten the addresses mixed up.”

You look up at him confused. “What do you mean?”

Ezra’s mother comes out and beams brightly. “Look at you!” She squeals, hurriedly rushing up and hugging her son. “You’re growing your beard back out!”

“I can now,” he chuckles.

His mother, Melody, was a dog trainer and groomer who had written a few books on the subject. She looked quite young, almost ageless. “You look just like your father with all that scruff,” she laughs.

“He looks good with it,” you add.

“He does!” Melody beams at you. “Finally!” She wraps you up in a warm hug. “So good to meet you face to face. Now come! We just finished cleaning.” She takes your hand to lead you inside.

“Mom,” Ezra snaps. “What do you mean? We’re supposed to be going to our new place.”

“But you are! This is your new home.” She motions to the house. “Surprise!”

Ezra looks at you, but you have to admit you’re ust as confused as he is. “This is the one I picked out, it had everything we discussed.”

“This is MY house,” Ezra says. “I grew up here.”

“Huh?” You then look at Melody. “This is yours?”

“Ezra’s father and I have been wanting to get a smaller house with more land. When you told us you were moving, we thought this would be the perfect idea. We always promised Ezra the house in the end. We thought, why not now?”

“But the first and last month’s rent we sent over-” You gasp.

“We used it to deep clean and make repairs to the place. We also got rid of the carpet and put down hardwood as a welcome home present.” Melody tugged your hand. “Now come along! I want to show it off to you.”

“Mom, this is crazy!” Ezra says as he follows. “You can’t just give us this place. Let us at least pay for something.”

“I make good money these days with the books and the advice columns I write,” Melody huffs, standing defiant to her son. “The place your father and I found is more than affordable for us. My only request is that your house your siblings when they wander home on holidays.”

Ezra scowls. “I knew there was a catch.”

Melody winks. “This way, this way.” She gives you a tour of the house, telling you intimate details of the home and special events that occurred in each corner. Ezra isn’t happy about some of them, but he grows a smile the more you explore.

“Once Ezekial comes back we can start unloading if you’d like,” Melody replies.

“That’s fine, I think Ezra needs to stretch his legs for a bit after being cooped up in that car for so long.” You look out the door as Ezra goes around the corner.

“I’ll go and get something we can eat later. Chicken okay?” She asks.

You nod then go to find Ezra as she leaves. You find Ezra has gone out into the backyard and is standing in the center. The back yard had been used for Melody’s dogs, but everything had been taken down and moved. Ezra looks back as you come out and smiles.

“I showed you pictures, how did you not know?”

“Guess I wasn’t paying attention,” he huffs. “I trusted you to find us a good house.” He looks back out over the yard which leads to the woods. “I wonder if that old fort is still standing,” he murmurs.

“You have an old fort?”

He nods. “Me and my brothers would go out into the woods to play. All of us had our first change early, so we would go out there and play lost boy werewolves,” he says with a big grin. “Like most boys we were idiots.”

You chuckle. “Of course.”

“We built this little hut out of things we stole from our dad. When he caught us I thought for sure he’d tear it down, instead he just taught us the proper way to build things, then made us pay him back for everything we took.” He grins from ear to ear. “Come on, lets go see.” He holds out his hand which you take and follow him into the woods.

You go back farther than you expected, following a trail that looks old and worn into the dirt. You then come upon a small area between two big stones and a rather large pine trees. The area is crusted over with old pine needles, leaves, and sticks, but you can see a small hut made from lumber and rusted tin, as well as a small circle of stones before it.

Ezra kneels down, looking inside the hut. He reaches inside and pulls out an old cigar box. He laughs, dusting it off and opening it. “I can’t believe this shit is still here. It’s got to have been twenty years since any of us where last here.”

You sit down on a rock as he goes through the cigar box, pulling out old toy cars, a couple of action figures, a book of matches.

“Oh god,” you snort as you look at the matches.

“Hey, we were dumb kids. We were lucky we didn’t start a forest fire or something.” He then pulls out a pipe and sighs heavily. “My god.”

You try to keep from snorting.

“You should see the beer cans in there,” he’s wheezing, trying to hold back himself. “Wow.” He sits down, closing the cigar box. “If my parents knew.”

“I’m sure they had to have an inkling. Your dad knew about this place, he must of known you and your brothers would use it for...high school shit.” You kiss his cheek and he busts out laughing. Isaac, Hiram and I used to get into so much trouble. I’m amazed we all became as successful as we did.”

“Everyone gets into trouble, that doesn’t mean you don’t have the same chance to succeed as everyone else.” You pick up the cigar box. “Plenty of successful people have smoked pot in the woods. Just look at Willie Nelson.”

Ezra cracks up, his smile is radiant, his eyes are bright. He then looks at you, smiling so warmly and serenly. A look of awe then comes to him and he sighs. “You know what. I had then planned another way.” He gets up, reaching into his pocket. “But, I can’t help but feel this is perfect.” He gets on one knee.

“No! The fuck!” You blurt.

Ezra grins. “Oh yes, perfect.” He holds out the opened ring box. “I think you know where this is going. And you would honor me by wearing this ring the rest of our lives.”

You stare down at the simple ring, exactly what you had gushed over in an antique store. He must have gone back to get it at some point. You look him in the eye. “Right next to your beer shed?”

Ezra laughs and nods. “Yes. Right next to it.”

You sniffle, clutching your hands over your face. “Okay!”

“Yes?” he beams.

“Yeah!” You exclaim happily.

Ezra shakily puts the ring on your finger. He looks at you, his eyes so bright. You grab his face, pulling him in for a kiss. He hugs you tight, picking you up off the ground and spinning you around.

Once you get back to the house, you show Ezra’s parents the ring. Ezekiel, Ezra’s dad picks you up the same way Ezra did. Melody begins crying and gushing about how she’s always wanted a daughter. Unloading takes a hiatus, so that evening, you and Ezra have to sleep on a mattress in an empty house.  You at least managed to find the blankets so you could make the bed.

You sit on  the floor, having wine and eating the leftover fried chicken Melody brought over. You keep looking at the ring, smiling tranquilly. “I knew you were going to do it soon, just didn’t realize it’d be so soon.”

“I wanted to do it once we had moved in, but it ended up working out better this way.” Ezra takes your hand, kissing your knuckles. “Do you like it?”

“Love it!” You crawl over to him, kissing him. “Can I show you how much I love it?” You tickle your fingers down his chin and onto his chest.

Ezra smirks, leaning back against his palms. “Aren’t you tired?”

You shake your head, tugging up Ezra’s shirt to get a good view of his hairy chest and belly. “Not at all.”

He then takes your hand again. “I’ve got an idea.” He takes the blanket off the bed. “Since my courtship was a little strange, due to being at sea. I’d like to show you how it’s done, Hearthway Hollow style.”

“The beer shed?” You snicker.

“Doesn’t have to be there,” he shrugs. “It just usually happens in the woods.”

You bite your lip, looking him up and down. “You’ll shift?”

“Always have to,” he grins.

You get up and go with him back into the woods. You reach the spot from this afternoon and he lays the blanket down upon the leaves. He strips off his clothes, shifting into his werewolf form as you watch. You touch him, running your fingers through his fur. You sweep down to his hips, kneading them gently before sliding them around. You touch the bae of his shaft, feeling him growing warmer and thicker.

“What would you like me to do?” Ezra whispers into your ear. His claws brush away your hair so he can nip at your ear.

“Should we do what werewolves do?” You see his tongue dart out between his sharp teeth.

“Lots of ways to do that.” Ezra drags his hand down your chest and tugs up your shirt, finding you aren’t wearing a bra. He grins, rubbing his leathery paw against your breast. He then leans down, kissing you while moving you back. Your back hits a tree and Ezra reaches into your shorts. He kneads to the front of your panties, find a wet spot forming on the satin fabric. He chuckles into your ear, nipping the tip as he pushes the fabric aside.

“Find something?” You tease him.

“I always find something here.” His fingers find purchase on your wet, supple vulva. He fingers eases in, rubbing to your clit. You bite your lip, holding your breath as he coaxes you to grow hotter, wetter.

“That’s my girl,” he growls.

You bite your lip, whimpering as his touch becomes more intense. You grab hold of his arms, pulling him down to kiss him. He takes the hint, moving his hand away and pushing down your shorts and panties. The cool air hits you, making you shiver for a second.

“Shall I lay down for you?” He purrs.

You swallow and nod. “Yes.”

Ezra chuckles as he lays upon the blanket, posing seductively for you while his cock rises into the air. You kick off your shorts, keeping your shirt on. As you kneel down upon him, you take his shaft into your hand, stroking him slowly. You gaze at him, drinking in his monstrous form which you adore so much. His body is so big, so hairy, but he’s beautiful too. He meets your eyes, his breath stalling as they lock. You dip down, licking his tip and bringing it between your lips. He moans, twitching as the tip touches your cheek. A soft, deep laugh escapes his throat and his hand captures the back of your head.

You lick down, kissing the knot at the base affectinaly before returning to the head, licking and suckling, feeling his fingers tense in your hair. Once he begins to pull, that’s when you know it’s time. You rise back up, pulling your shirt back over your breasts, and climb on top of him. You watch him hungrily as you take him inside, slowly feeding yourself on his aroused, ilated expression, and feeling his warmth flow through you.

The quaking in your belly becomes a rumble, the heat spills out and through you as you take him. He takes hold of your hands, gripping for balance. From beneath you he rolls his hips, meeting your bounces and thrusts. You both breath, gasping into the night as you take pleasure in one another. You feel him deep inside tremble, even his hands begin to shake. You lean forward, pushing back hard against him until that throbbing ache fills your body.

“Oh god,” Ezra’s hands clamp around your rear. “Close-” His voice strains.

You lean down further, pressing your cheek into his chest. You keep moving, going back against him. It’s coming fast, growing and pulsing inside you. You then whine into his chest, shaking in his hands. Ezra howls, a long, deep, penetrating howl that saws through your bones and night in one go. His body arches, shoving deeper inside you.

The night becomes cool around you again, his furry body keeps you warm. He breathes serenely, licking his lips before letting out a soft chuckle. “You okay?”

You curl up to him and now. “Perfect. You?”

“Just thinking,” his grin grows. “I actually never did that here. So, it’s kind of like two dreams came true tonight.”

You smile. “Such a boy.”

“Your boy now.” He rubs the small of your back as he stares up into the night sky. “I promise, I’ll be the best boy for you.”

You kiss his jaw then rub behind his ear. “I know you will. That’s why I said yes.”