Werewolf Boyfriend: Bishop (complete)

You visited Hearthway Hollow once on a school trip, the kind your seventh-grade class took every year. An old lumber mill there served as a working museum. Part of it showed how the timber used to be milled, and another part paid tribute to the Lumbee Native Americans who had settled and founded what was now Hearthway Hollow. Yet another segment of the museum was dedicated to the wildlife conservation efforts in the area. This was your favorite part, because you got to see an actual wolf in person. It had struck you so much to be so close to a creature so big and powerful. Ever since then, it had been your dream to return to Hearthway Hollow and live out the rest of your life there.

It took some time, but eventually you made it. For years you had dealt with your parents, being taken out of their home only to be put back in. Once you turned eighteen you thought you could escape, but then your mother got sick and you became trapped in the tarpit. You worked and worked, only to have your wages blown by your drunk father. Your mother got addicted to pain pills and, well… after two years you’d had enough. You left home without a word, taking only a suitcase full of clothes and special items with you.

You got a room at the Locklear Hotel until you could find a job. It was better than your old home - it was clean, the bed was comfortable, and you didn’t have to wake up to tend to your parents on a bender. The owner of the hotel, Mrs. Locklear, was nice enough to give you work around the hotel for a discount on your room. She was the first person you opened up to and allowed yourself to openly cry on.

“Pasts are hard,” Mrs. Locklear told you one day. “They make futures seem difficult. But you trust an old lady when she says the future is the easy part once you let go of that anchor.”

“But how do you let go?” you asked with a sob.

Mrs. Locklear grinned. “You wear it out.”

Eventually, you found a job at the local pawn shop, and once you saved up some money you got a room to rent in one of the apartment buildings near the college. It was close to work, close to the bar, and it was all yours.

The pawn shop was an okay job. A little weird at times, but what pawn shop isn’t a little odd? You had a regular clientele, people you had gotten to know well. Your boss wasn’t picky; as long as the shop stayed clean and organized, she was pretty happy with your work.

Ruthee was a Locklear, a niece of Mrs. Locklear, and she had become one of your closest friends in Hearthway Hollow. In her early forties, Ruthee was well over six foot tall, muscled, covered in tattoos, and had vivid blue hair. Her long-term girlfriend was petite and wore Lolita fashion. An odd couple as any, they were like the parents you always daydreamed about as a kid.

“Baby,” Ruthee calls to you one day from the back. “Can you show me how to back up the computer again?”

“I’ve showed you once a month for the past two years, how the hell do you keep forgetting?” You go back to her office and lean over her desk. “Do I need to write it down?”

Ruthee shrugs. “Probably.” She smiles up at you. “By the way, what are you doing this weekend? Mimi and I would love to have you over for dinner.”

You’ve been on a diet of fast food for about a week now. You’ve not gone grocery shopping and have opted for something easy. A home-cooked meal sounds like heaven.

“Please?” you ask softly.

Ruthee chuckles. “I insist. Mimi is making sushi. My baby brother is coming home, so we wanted to celebrate.”

You glance down at her. “Baby brother?”

“He’s a welder, so he travels a lot,” Ruthee leans back in her chair. “He’s coming home to roost for a while. He got a bad knee injury a while back, and I think we’ve finally convinced him he needs to stop working so hard.”

“That’s good,” you chuckle.

“He’s single,” Ruthee singsongs. 

You give Ruthee the eye. “Are you trying to pimp me, Ruthee? I mean, I do need the extra money, but I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that,” you tease.

Ruthee grins. “Oh no, I’m not pimping. I would never charge my brother for that,” she laughs. “Just a suggestion is all. Bishop is a good kid.”

“Bishop?” You cock your eyebrow.

“My dad was a pastor, so we all have bible names,” Ruthee says with a shrug. “But anyway, I think you two could hit it off.”

You go quiet for a moment. “You sure about that?”

Ruthee gives you a once-over. “What? You’re cute, you’re smart, and Bishop is bisexual. You being nonbinary isn’t gonna be an issue for him.”

Ruthee has helped you figure out things about yourself. You were born male, but that had never felt right to you. Neither did being female. Ruthee is supportive as you ease into becoming nonbinary.

“Well,” you murmur. “I’ll meet him, but that doesn’t necessarily mean we are going to get along right away.”

“I know your type, and Bishop is so your type,” Ruthee teases.

“You don’t know my type,” you cackle. “Look at that, now - you didn’t even pay attention to how to do the backup.”

“That’s why I keep you around.” Ruthee winks.

That weekend you go to Ruthee and Mimi’s house. It’s a cute little place, painted pale blue and surrounded by blooming hydrangea bushes. There’s an old truck out front that looks like it’s only held together by prayers. It must belong to Bishop. You’ve made cookies, because you would be too embarrassed to be invited to dinner and not bring anything.

Mimi answers the door when you ring. “Hi Baby, thanks for coming.” she says in her always-chipper voice. “Ruthee and Bishop are in the living room.”

“Okay. Oh, I brought these.” You hand her the cookies.

“Oh, perfect, I was so busy with the sushi I didn’t make the cake.” Mimi takes the tray as you make your way to the living room.

As you walk in, there is a man standing at the bookcase. He’s big and tall, with his long hair tied back into a ponytail. He has a deep ochre complexion and there are scars dotting his face and huge hands. He turns slightly, glancing at you and then setting the book in his hand aside.

“You must be… Baby?” He grimaces for a moment.

You’re tongue-tied - in fact, you’ve swallowed your tongue. The more you look at Bishop the more you feel your senses unraveling. Ruthee had teased he was your type, but he is your type so hard that you’re unprepared. 

“Baby, I am-” you squawk and quickly cover your mouth. You glance up at him and nervously swallow. “That’s what Ruthee and Mimi call me.”

Bishop chuckles. His dark eyes are warm, his smile slightly crooked. “I see.” He offers his hand to you. “Nice to meet you, I’m-”

“Bishop!” you gasp as you take his hand. His hand swallows yours whole, and it feels good. “I know,” you chuckle. “Ruthee told me about you.”

Bishop smiles, his eyes giving you a once-over you wouldn’t mind in private. “Ruthee told me about you. She just didn’t tell me you’d be so-” he looks into your eyes, “adorable.”

You suck in a breath as you start to feel lightheaded. “Oh, please,” you chuckle.

“There you are!” Ruthee comes back into the room, placing a beer in Bishop’s hand. “Getting acquainted?”

“We were,” Bishop grumps at her before taking a drink. “Baby was just telling me how annoying you are.”

Ruthee gives him the stink-eye. “And I’m sure you told them just how much of an asshole you are.”

Bishop shrugs. “I was getting to it.” He moves away from the bookshelf with a distinctive limp in his left leg. “So tell me, Baby, how long have you been in the Hollow?”

For some reason, when he calls you ‘Baby’ it sounds vaguely suggestive. “Not long.” You fidget with your hair. “Just a couple of years.”

“Any reason you chose here?” Bishop tilts his head, and his ponytail falls from his shoulder.

It’s unfair how sexy he is just doing nothing. You want to lick that smirk off his face. Wait a minute… you shake your head, trying to keep your thoughts clear.

“It’s silly,” you laugh. 

Bishop smiles. “Now you have to tell me.”

You fidget for a moment and chuckle. “Well… okay. You know how all the schools around here do that trip to the lumber mill?”

Bishop nods. “Yeah, all the middle-schoolers learn about the Lumbee tribe and stuff.”

“It was during that trip I made a promise to myself I would move here.” You check his expression for any sort of sign. “And when I finally got a chance, I did.”

“I like that,” Bishop grins. “Very sweet.”

“Dinner is ready!” Mimi calls from the kitchen. “Ruthee, come help me set the table!”

Ruthee steps away to go help, and Bishop comes closer to you. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end and your breath catches in your throat.

“She’s one of the lucky ones, you know?” He sighs. “She was a wild child back when we were kids. Never would’ve thought she’d have a business, cute partner, and all this. Thought for sure she’d be in some lesbian biker gang somewhere,” he chuckles.

“Ruthee is exactly the kind of grown-up I wanna be,” you chuckle, fidgeting with your hair again. “Her and Mimi helped me out a lot when I first got here.”

Bishop tilts his head closer to you. “Run away from something, Baby?”

You frown and nod sharply. “From something.”

“Dinner!” Mimi calls again.

Bishop glances up, then back at you. “Maybe we can sneak away later - go get a drink, talk about something or other.”

Your heart skips a beat and then stops dead when Bishop winks. He walks ahead towards the kitchen while you catch your breath.

“Holy fucking shit, he’s gonna make me have an aneurysm.” You take a deep breath, calm yourself and quickly catch up in the kitchen. 

Mimi’s family owns a Japanese restaurant in Hearthway Hollow, and the sushi Mimi makes there has won her awards. She says she enters competitions and uses the prize money to buy her favorite Lolita dresses. It’s a treat to be invited to her table to eat, but to get fresh sushi made by her is a blessing.

“So about this fateful school trip,” Bishop chuckles. “What was it about this little town that made you want to move here?”

“I was a kid!” you laugh. “I was amazed by everything. I’d grown up in one of the worst districts around. It was nice seeing a street not covered in pee.” You eat a big bite to keep from talking. “Also,” you say between chews. “It was the wolves that got me.”

“Always the wolves,” Mimi sighs. “That’s what got me too.”

Ruthee gives Mimi a sly smirk. 

“So, you like big animals, is that it?” Bishop asks. 

“The wolf we saw was just so pretty,” you murmur. “It was so big too! I just couldn’t believe something like that was out in the world.” You look down at your plate with a soft smile. “I dunno, something about such massive creatures in the woods made me feel safer about where I was.”

Bishop’s smile faded and his eyes became filled with a quiet understanding. “So I take it you must be a big fan of werewolves.”

Ruthee glares at him from across the table. 

“Oh, uh-” your cheeks burn slightly. “I mean, sure. Who doesn’t like werewolves?” You laugh nervously. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Just curious,” Bishop smirks.

After dinner you and Bishop go out. Since you’re so close to the Silver Bullet, you end up there, and find a booth in the back. You don’t drink much, but you indulge in a rum and coke while Bishop orders a whiskey.

“Whiskey seems like such a grown-up drink,” you murmur. “Like you can only drink it if you’re a real grown-up.”

“What the hell is a real grown-up?” Bishop asks with a laugh.

You shake your head. “You know, the older I get the more unsure I am about that.”

Bishop leans across the table and offers his glass to you. “Take a sip then.”

Your fingers brush against his as you take his drink. You smile at him, feeling a fluttering your chest that disappears as soon as you taste the whiskey. “Oh, this is awful!” You grimace and shiver. “Why are you doing this to yourself?”

Bishop is trying his hardest to hold back his laughter. “What? Don’t like it?”

“God, no!” you scoff. “That’s the worst thing I ever put in my body.” You reach for the cherry in your drink, hoping to get rid of that awful flavor.

“Wait until you try me,” Bishop says with a wink.

Your stomach does flip-flops. “Wow.”

Bishop laughs, taking a sip of his drink. “Sorry, I’m a bit flirty tonight. Been a while for me, you see. Especially around someone half as cute as you.”

“You’re gonna kill me,” you laugh. “Seriously, have you seen yourself?”

Bishop shrugs. “Mirrors lie.”

You roll your eyes. “Well, let’s just say you check off a lot of my boxes.”

Bishop leans forward. “I’m happy to hear that, Baby.”

You shiver and quickly take a drink. “This is too good. You’re probably some dirty old pervert, aren’t you?”

“Oh, for certain” he laughs. “But I can be your dirty old pervert.”

You let out a long breath. “Wow.” You brush your hair from your face. “You do know I’m nonbinary, right?”

“My sister mentioned it,” he says with a nod. “Doesn’t change anything.”

You lick your lips, gathering up all of your courage. “Wanna come up to my place then?” The words have escaped. They’re out there in the world. Nothing you can do will take them back.

At this, Bishop frowns. He sighs with a slouch of his shoulders. “Afraid I can’t do that, Baby.”

You might as well be a pane of glass, and his words a baseball crashing through.

“I want to. God knows I would do you here in the booth if I could,” he says with a gentle smile. “But I’ve got something I have to do before I let you make a mess out of me.”

Okay, maybe he’s not a baseball.

“But I’ll walk you home,” he says. “If you don’t mind that.”

You smile again. “That’s fine.”

As you leave the bar Bishop’s hand engulfs yours, grabbing it and holding it gently. You squeeze back, feeling the roughness of his palm and enjoying it. Once you get to your apartment, Bishop tilts your chin up, placing a kiss on your lips that turns you into putty. You press closer to him, grabbing hold of his shirt. His hands wrap around your waist and glide down, groping your ass.

He grunts, forcing himself away, and his chuckle is dark. “You’re gonna be a test, aren’t you?” He licks his lips. 

You’re half hard from the experience, dizzy from how good a kiss it was. “You sure you don’t wanna come in?”

“Sorry Baby,” Bishop gives you a quick kiss. “But I told you, there are things I have to do before I let you take control of me.”

You pout as he pulls away. “Oh, fine,” you sigh.

“Should be,” he smirks. “You have my number, message me any time.”

You nod. “Same to you.”

“Goodnight, Baby. Sweet dreams.” Bishop walks away, going down the stairs and disappearing into the dark.

You sigh, head back into your place and you throw yourself in bed. You cuddle up to your pillow with Bishop still on your lips. You reach down, unzipping your pants as your cock tents your underwear.

“Fuck,” you grunt. “I’m way to riled up.” You roll onto your side, stroking yourself as you pretend it’s Bishop touching you. 

Just then, a message appears on your phone. It’s a text from Bishop.

‘How about I see you tomorrow? Do you work?’

You quickly answer him. ‘I work until two.’

‘Good. Then I’ll know where to find you.’

You bite your lip, considering whether to tell him about your current condition or wait until you got closer. You decide to wait, touching yourself until you cum on your belly. You figured there’ll be plenty of time to be naughty with Bishop. No need to rush the inevitable. 

As you’re working the next afternoon, you keep checking the door for Bishop to walk through. The hours go by, getting closer to clock-out time, and gradually you’re all but pressed up against the door waiting for him.

As 2pm arrives, disappoint begins to settle on your shoulders. Then your hear the back door open. You turn, expecting to see Ruthee come in, but then your eyes widen. Bishop walks up and smirks.

“Found you,” he chuckles.

“Hi,” you squeak.

Bishop bends over, giving you a soft kiss. “Hi.” He sits on the counter. “You got any plans I can steal you from?”

Your heart hammers and you try not to giggle. “I was going to clean my apartment a bit. I need to wash some sheets.”

“Well then, can’t take you from that. Way too important.” He smirks. 

“Not really,” you start to argue. “ I can always wash my sheets later. What did you have in mind?”

“Well, I was thinking of a little surprise.” He hops off the counter. “If you’re willing to trust me.”

You nod excitedly. “Yeah, I’m up for it.”

Bishop shows you outside, where his motorcycle is waiting. He puts on your helmet for you, adjusting it and then kissing you again. “You can hold me as tight as you want. I let Ruthee know where we are going - in fact, she helped me put this little date together.”

It’s a date. You revel in your triumph. “You afraid I won’t let you come back?”

“A little,” he winks. 

You wrap your arms around him as he drives away. He goes through a trail in the woods which comes to the wolf sanctuary and takes you inside, where he talks with someone at the desk.

“Come on.” He offers his hand to you. “You’re going to love this.”

You hold his hand, following him out back to a large fenced-in area with several kennels. In one of the lots is a man feeding wolf puppies from a bottle. Your heart lurches and you squeeze tighter onto Bishop’s hand.

“It’s always nice to have volunteers around feeding time.” The woman gives you gloves and hands you a bottle. “Come on, and I’ll show you what to do.”

After a brief tutorial, you sit down on the ground and you’re given a wolf pup to feed. It’s so tiny, but it’s vicious when it gets ahold of the bottle.

“They were found on the side of the road a few days ago,” the man who was in the cage before says. “Their mother had gotten hit and they were still huddled around her. It looked like they’d been there a few days.”

You sniffle as you look at the little pup in your arms. “It’s okay,” you tell it. “You’re in good hands.”

Bishop surprises you on a few more dates like this. Sometimes it’s out for dinner. Other times he shows up with gifts for you. In any case, you feel like he’s spoiling you, which is the first time anyone has done that.

“I was wondering if you’d wanna go camping,” Bishop says. “There’s a spot I try to go every year. I’d love it if you’d come with me this year.”

“You sure?” you ask. “I’ve never been before, and - well, it’ll be our first time alone together like that.”

Bishop kisses you. “Exactly.”

You try to keep your excitement in check. “Okay,” you murmur. “Let’s go camping.”

“I’ll take care of everything. Just pack the things you need, I’ll take care of the rest.” He kisses you again. “I’ve got something important to show you too.”

“Oh?” you gasp softly. 

“Nothing bad,” Bishop replies. “So don’t worry.”

Once the day of the trip arrives, Bishop picks you up. You drive deep into the woods, and at last you park to walk the rest of the way. All the while Bishop holds you hand, walking first on the trail.

You eventually come to the campsite, which is all set up and ready. “Oh, wow,” you gasp. “This looks so nice.”

“I hope so.” Bishop grabs you and kisses you. It’s like that first kiss again, hard, eager, and hungry. You wrap your arms around him, moaning as his hands move down your body. Then Bishop pulls away. “Not too eager, now,” he groans. “Few things to do first.”

“Darn,” you huff.

“Yeah.” He arches his brows. “Before we do anything more, there’s something you need to know about me.”

Your chest goes tight for a moment. “Oh? What’s that?”

Bishop takes hold of your hand. “Hearthway Hollow has it secrets, but it has traditions to protect them.” He presses your palm to his chest. “There are more than just wolves in Hearthway Hollow.”

You furrow your brow. “Bishop, what are you talking about?”

“Sit down,” Bishop moves you to a chair. He takes off his shirt. “Just… just watch.”

His chest and arms are covered in thick, dark hair, but in a flash it starts to spread. He hunches over, his body changing shape. He snarls and grunts, his bones shifting and cracking, his face stretching. More fur sprouts, growing thickly around his chest and neck. At last he looks at you, his eyes like full moons burning bright.

“Fuck,” you whisper.

Bishop holds his hands to his chest. “Werewolves,” he whispers. “That’s what I am, what most of the people in Hearthway Hollow are.” He looks at you, and his ears flatten to the back of his head. “When we find mates, we tell them the secret,  and show them we can be good providers and partners.” He kneels down in front of you. “I want to be yours.”

You reach out with a shaky hand, touching the top of his head. He nuzzles into your palm and you sigh. “Of course, I want you too.”

Bishop sits up, kissing you hungrily. You grab hold of him, running your fingers through his fur. His sharp teeth graze down your neck, and he picks you up off your seat. He carries you into the woods to a blanket laid on the ground. He sets you there and strips away your clothes.

“It’s cold,” you whimper.

Bishop kisses your chest and runs his hands down your legs. “I’m warm.”

You giggle, sitting up and noticing rope by the blanket. “What’s that?”

Bishop smirks. “I thought if we were feeling it later, you could tie me up a bit. But if you don’t want to, I-”

You grab the rope with a smirk. “How are you so perfect?”

Bishop fluffs up and shivers. “You got me hard already.”

You kiss him, pressing close as you tie the rope around his hands and wrists. Then you bind him around his chest and hips.

“You know how to do this?” Bishop moans.

“I may be called Baby, but I am far from innocent,” you chuckle. After you’ve tied the ropes, you take his cock into your hand. You stroke him slowly, admiring how thick he is. You squeeze around the knot at his base.

“You look so sexy.” You tug on the ropes around his chest. “I have lube in my backpack. Should I go get it and make you wait?”

Bishop’s cock twitches. “There’s some with the remaining rope,” he snarls. “But I like how you think.”

You find the bottle and stand before him. Turning around, you make him watch as you ready yourself. You plunge your fingers inside, opening yourself bit by bit. You moan out loud, putting on a little show for him. You hear Bishop snarl and whimper, probably at his wits’ end watching you.

You turn back around, rubbing the lube into his cock. You’re both panting, hard and eager, not saying a word because you already know what you want. You sit in his lap, slowly taking him inside. You grunt, grabbing hold of his chest and crying out as he slips inside. You sigh as you take him to the knot.

“You feel so good.” You arch your hips, grinding him inside you. “Bishop,” you moan. “How does it feel?”

Bishop licks your lips and snarls. “Keep riding me.”

You bounce in his lap, gripping his shoulders. You feel him deep inside, twitching and hot. You cry out, moaning as you feel yourself on the edge. You pull away and kneel in front of him. “Hurry,” you command him.

You reach back, guiding Bishop’s cock since his arms are bound. He eases back inside you, and once he’s in place he starts thrusting. You gasp and shudder, rocked by his powerful motions. You stroke yourself, gasping as Bishop snarls into your ear. 

“You’re too good,” Bishop moans. “I won’t last.”

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimper.

“Cum,” Bishop growls. “Come for me.”

You wail, releasing into your palm and onto the blanket. Your body trembles, and inside you feel the first hot jet of Bishop’s release. He snarls louder, growling viciously. He drives deep into you, then stills. His load fills you to the brim and slowly trickles out.

As Bishop lays on the ground, you move close, undoing the rope binding him. His arms relax and you rub his back and shoulders, planting soft kisses all over him.

As you both relax, watching the sky grow dark and the air cool, you snuggle up close to him.

“So, we’re mates huh?” you chuckle.

Bishop holds you tight. “As long as you want me.” He slowly shifts back into his human form. “How about a swim?”

You kiss him and trail your hands down his body. “Once more,” you moan. “This time, I’m tied up.”

Bishop grins wickedly. “I’m not worthy of you, Baby.”