Werewolf Boyfriend Ezra (complete)

    Waking up to the sound of the ocean and looking out your window to see nothing but a horizon of water may have unnerved some people, but not you. It has always been your dream to live on a boat or somewhere in the water. You used to play mermaid as a kid, sometimes even sneaking into the bathroom at night and filling up the tub so you could ‘sleep like a mermaid.’ Ages five through ten were hard on your parents, but it only cemented your love of the water.

    You joined the Navy for several reasons, but you would never tell anybody that the main one was because you loved the water so much. Only a select few people will ever know how you spent five years of your childhood pretending to be a mermaid, and most of those people were your family.

    Although, you have to admit that the Navy wasn’t all you thought it was going to be. For the most part, your ship was used for training. So day in and day out you saw too young recruits going through their paces. Not only that, but one of your commanding officers really had it out for you.

    Captain Ezra had been described many ways to you when you first were stationed on the USS Howler. You heard him being called uptight, strict, bullheaded, but most of all a stubborn asshole. You would agree to all of that, but mostly you would say he had a way of picking out someone and focusing in on them like a heat-seeking missile.

    Unfortunately, you were the heat source his missile was seeking. You couldn’t help he was more curt with you when he spoke and gave orders. You felt like one of the young recruits under him. He often sent you on longer duties than anyone else, often times it was busy work that any idiot could do. It all felt beneath you.

    Captain Ezra was a big guy, kind of hairy with these thick, dark eyebrows that everyone called his caterpillars. It was easy to see why he was in charge of training the new recruits. He could easily put the fear of god into some of them.

    He rarely spoke outside his usual work. Once he was off the clock, he sealed shut tighter than a swollen cork. Very few things were known about him, one was his hometown of Hearthway Hollow and how he wanted to go back there. Two, he liked fishing. That was it.

    Then one day, the USS Howler became haunted. 

    “I swear! I saw it!” One of the recruits was whispering. “It was big! Like Mothman or something!”

    “Why would Mothman be on a boat?” Another young one scoffed.

    “I said ‘like’ Mothman,” the first huffed. “It was big and hairy! I saw it come out of the water! But when it saw me, it fell back in.”

    “Haw! Yeah right!” 

    Your friend on the ship nudged you with her elbow. “Hear that?”

    You sniff. “Yeah. All anyone can talk about is the cryptid roaming the ship,” you grin. “Kids these days.”

    “You sure about that?” She asks. “Because I even heard Captain Ezra mention something about it.”

    You furrow your brow and stare at her like she’s crazy. “Captain Ezra doesn’t talk about anything except work.”

    “Technically, it is work. If some sort of Mothman has snuck onboard, it’s his duty,” she then stiffens and stands erect.

    You look back, seeing Captain Ezra walk into the room. The recruits all clam up and go back to their workouts. You sigh, and your shoulders slouch.

    “He’s here for me, isn’t he?” You grumble to your friend.

    She nods and pushes you.

    You walk to the door and look up at Captain Ezra and his caterpillars. “Is there something you need me for, sir?” You ask.

    “Come with me,” he waves his finger and then turns down the hallway.

    You glance back to your friend then quickly follow Ezra. “I’d like to go finish the recruits exercise regiment, sir.” You know this is a hand grenade that could explode and rip your hand off, but you needed to say it. 

    Captain Ezra takes you on deck where you’re greeted by the sight of a massive tuna onboard. “Holy shit,” you whisper.

    Ezra kneels by it and looks it over. “There are bite marks all over it.”

    “Bite marks?” You balk. You walk around the tuna and see where Ezra is touching. “Sir,” you murmur in horror. “What could do that?”

    “Something big,” Ezra murmurs, appearing too calm for the situation. “I want you to fetch the kitchen staff. Have then come collect this and we’ll serve tuna steaks for dinner.”

    You stare at him like he’s insane. 

    Ezra stands up and stares down at you. “Are you going to disobey my orders?”

    “No,” you fidget. “But shouldn’t we investigate this?” You point to the tuna. “Those bite marks don’t look like a sharks and how did it even get up here.”

    Ezra shrugs. “Maybe it jumped.”

    You stare unblinking at him. “No offense, sir, but that sounds like the logic of a child.”

    Ezra smirks at you. “Well then, if you don’t want something besides stew again.” He takes the tail of the tuna. “I can throw it overboard.”

    “No!” You jump. “I’ll go get the kitchen staff!” You look up at him, shocked because he was smiling. He never smiled. “But why...me? Sorry, I’m just confused.”

    “Just do as I command. What difference does it make?” He lets go of the tail and looks down at it. “Something this big,” he murmurs quietly. “If only I had caught it.” He says before he walks away.

    “What the fuck?” You whisper under your breath before you go to fetch someone from the kitchen.

    The next day, it happens again. Captain Ezra fetches from breakfast and shows off another massive fish laying on the deck. You try to get something out of him, but he tells you to get the kitchen staff to come fetch it.

    The third day, it’s a swordfish, bigger than the last two fish combined. As Captain Ezra starts to tell you to go fetch the kitchen staff, you snap.

    “Nothing about this is strange to you?” You bark. “Fish can’t jump this high! There have been no storms! And those!” You bite to the teeth imprints around the fish’s neck. “Don’t you want to know what’s doing this? Why is it doing this?”

    Ezra looks down at the fish then back at you. “Haven’t you been enjoying something other the cafeteria slop we usually get?”

    “Yes!” You huff then snap your hands to your waist. “But don’t you think this deserves a little more attention? The cadets have been talking about seeing some monster on board at night! Doesn’t this all seem weird at all to you?”

    Ezra looks out towards the open waters. “I suppose you’re right,” he says. “It isn’t odd at all to me.”

    You feel like smoke could come out of your ears at any moment. “Really?” You scoff. “This isn’t weird?”

    “I’ve seen many weird things in my life,” Ezra replies. “The ocean just happens to be one of them.”

    “So, you think some monster is bringing us giant fish? That’s not weird?” You shake your head.

    Ezra shrugs. “What would you rather it be?” He smiles again, leaving you without another word on the matter.

    That night, you decide to take matters into your own hands. You set yourself on deck, hiding so you can watch what happens without being spotted. When it gets dark and quiet, you see something moving on deck. It’s big, just like the recruits said. In the shadows, you can’t tell exactly what it is. But it moves to the edge of the boat and hunches down on all fours as it looks over the edge.

    You stand up, walking towards it slowly.

    Its ears stand on end, and their head turns slightly. The eyes are glowing, and you can see it’s covered in fur now. It stands up, turning around to look down at you.

    “Oh my god,” you whisper in fear.

    The creature snarls and falls onto all fours. It rushes towards you. You scream and fall backward, tripping over your own two feet. The thing is then on top of you, and it’s getting close to your face.

    “Please! Don’t!” You cry, blocking your face with your hands.

    You feel something hot and wet licking your arm. Looking up, you see the creature is quite calm. It pushes past your arms, nuzzling your cheek and neck.

    “Get up,” it says with a familiar voice. “Let me explain.”

    You scoot away and sit up, staring at the creature. In the light, you see it looks like a massive wolf. But it’s the voice that bothers you.

    “Ezra?” You whisper.

    He nods. “You weren’t supposed to be here,” he says.

    “What the hell?” You snap. “You’re the monster?”

    “Be quiet,” he growls, showing his teeth. He scoffs and shakes his head. “I still had so much to do before this point.”

    “This point?” You snap. “What’s going on?”

    Ezra stands up and holds his hand out to you. “Please, come with me. I want to explain.”

    You scoff and stand up, not taking his hand. You follow him to his quarters, by the time you get there, he’s shifted back to his human form, although he’s half-naked.

    “I’m a werewolf,” he starts off. “But I’m not dangerous.”

    “Really?” You huff.

    “Yes,” he then shakes his head. “The town I come from, Hearthway Hollow, we have a tradition, a ritual really, that we do when we’ve met someone we want to share our lives with.”

    You perk up and look at him. “The fish?”

    A soft smile spreads across his face. “Usually it’s deer or boar or whatever we can hunt in the woods. But here, on the ship, I had to make due.” He looks back at you, his expression is soft and sweet. “I didn’t know how to make it work here. I suppose I was a bit heavy-handed with my approach to you.”

    “Me?” You slap your hand to your chest.

    “The first say I saw you it felt like my skeleton had turned into jelly,” he admits. “I didn’t know how to act around you without seeming weird.” He rubs the back of his neck as his cheeks turn bright red. “I always sent you somewhere else for duties because I didn’t want to give my feelings away.”

    You lean towards him. “So you acted like some dumb kid in school?”

    “I did,” he grumbles.

    You sit back again and look down at your feet. “So, in other words, you like me?”

    “I love you,” he confesses without missing a beat. “I know this is the wrong way to go about it but-” he bites his lip. “I don’t know what else to do.”

    It’s quiet for a long pause, and then you sigh. “So, what was this ritual supposed to be? Were you just going to make me go back and forth between the deck and the kitchen for several months?”

    “No,” Ezra chuckles. “I uhm...just another week. Enough time to show you that, in any situation, I could provide and take care of you.” He smiles sheepishly. “After that, I would have visited you as a werewolf and scented you for a couple of nights, enough time to make you feel comfortable. After that...well,” his cheeks bloom red again.

    “Well?” You ask.

    Ezra swallows. “We would have mated, to seal the bond.”

    You bite your lip and can’t help but giggle. “I see them.” You squeeze your shoulders up around your neck.

    “Would you be like this or as a werewolf?” You ask.

    “Werewolf,” he says, still averting his eyes.

    You look up and down him. “Can I see that again?”

    Ezra glance at you then stands up. You watch him as he slowly shifts. He grows dark fur, and his bones pop and jostle as he takes on a new, much bigger shape. He ducks his head as it hits the roof of his cabin.

    You stand up and walk over to him, petting his belly and down his sides. “Not too bad,” you murmur.

    Ezra moans softly.

    You look up at him. “You any good at mating?” You ask.

    Ezra chuckles and bends down, placing a soft kiss to your lips. You put your arms around his neck, and he easily moves you. As you kiss, Ezra leads you to the bed where he lays you down.

    “You don’t have to accept,” Ezra whispers.

    You start unbuttoning your top. “This seems fun,” you say. You unhook your bra and expose your breasts to him. “Feels a bit exciting.”

    Ezra groans and leans down. His hot tongue laps between your breasts and you gasp loudly as his teeth gently bite your nipples. His massive paw gropes one while his warm and sharp mouth plays with the other.

    “I have more than boobs you know?” You pant as you run your fingers through his fur. 

    His eyes flick up to your, and his nuzzles his nose to your neck. “Tell me what else there is?” He growls into your ear, making you shiver.

    You kiss him and take his paw, placing it on your zipper. “Showing it better than telling,” you whisper to him.

    He takes off your belt and tugs away your pants and underwear. A low, hungry growl vibrates in his chest as your spread your thighs for him. His claws comb through the hair on your mound, and he touches your folds.

    “Easy,” you mewl. “Sensitive.”

    Ezra kisses down your chest and belly. He nuzzles to your thighs, and then you feel his tongue press against you. You moan out loud and his paw cups over your mouth.

    “You know these walls are thing,” he snarls. His tongue pushes inside deeper. “Keep quiet, so we don’t get caught.”

    Somehow, that only made the situation better. You nod, and he removes his paw, but he keeps it on your chest. 

    Ezra’s tongue pushes inside you then laps up to your clit. You bite your lip, trying to keep your pleasured sounds as quiet as possible. But Ezra is making it so hard.

    “Hey,” you grunt. “Let’s see if you can stay quiet.”

    Ezra looks up at you with an inquisitive look. “What do you mean?”

“Your turn.” You sit up and push him down. You sit between his legs and gasp when you see his cock laying on his belly. “Damn.” You reach up and stroke him, you fist hitting against the knot at the base.

“To think, we’ve been calling your caterpillars big,” you murmur.

“My what?” Ezra snaps.

“Quiet big boy,” you taunt. You dip down, licking his tip and then down his shaft.

Ezra groans and his head falls back against the pillow.

You take him into your mouth, and his hips buck, and he jabs into your cheek. He groans loudly and quickly covers his mouth with his hand.

You suck him a little then sit up. “You can’t follow your own rules,” you giggle.

He pants then looks up and grins at you. “That’s what I’m a CO.”

You crawl on top of him, kissing him and rubbing yourself along his cock. “Is that how that works?” You pant.

“Mm,” Ezra bites his lip. “You gonna do something about it?”

You lean back a bit and guide Ezra into place. You slowly take him inside then sit up and rub his tip to you. You grin as you see his lidded gaze and the desperate pout of his mouth. You take him again, this time, letting him inside to stretch you and fill you.

Ezra grabs your hips, squeezing tightly as you start to move. You grind him inside and feel his knot at your entrance. You grunt, straining to keep your voice in check. Once you start moving, a low sound rumbles in Ezra’s chest.

“Feel good?” You whisper to him.

Ezra nods, and his fingers grip into your thighs. “Oh god, yes.”

You start to move faster, leaning forward so you can move backward against him. You gasp and moan with effort, it’s harder than you thought to stay quiet. Ezra then grabs you, his hands are strong and move you.

You then feel his hips buck, they move upwards, and with each thrust, his knot gains a little more entrance. You sit back, and as the knot pops into place, you let out a loud, elated howl. Ezra sits up, kissing you and pressing you against his chest. He pants and moans, thrusting his hips upwards. His cock is locked in place, so he grinds inside, rubbing against the sweet spot inside you. You claw down his chest, moaning into his fur. 

“I’m gonna cum,” Ezra mewls.

You surge, grinding him inside as you feel your whole body jolt and jerk. Your voice thankfully chokes off as Ezra twitches and releases inside. You bite your lip, moaning as you feel him warm and thick inside.

Ezra flops back with you laying splayed out on his chest. You’re both breathing hard and melting from the release.

“You ok?” Ezra asks, sitting up.

You gasp once his knot pops out and you roll over onto your side. “Fantastic,” you nearly purr.

Ezra sighs and lays back down beside you, kissing the top of your head. “I know it’s a lot to ask but-”

You kiss him and hold onto him. “You’re going to take me to this weird little town of yours right?” You ask.

Ezra grins and kisses you back. “Of course,” he whispers.

You snuggle to his chest and smile. “No more cleaning duty, right?”

He chuckles. “No promises, love. I do have to keep appearances.”

You huff. “Ok fine.” You kiss his neck and pull the blankets up around you.