Werewolf Boyfriend (Ivan 2- complete)

    How does one end up in a town like Hearthway Hollow? I ask myself this very question as I sit in my office. I’m looking over drafts for an upcoming publication, and I have probably read the same paragraph ten times. I lay down the papers and gaze out the window. The cityscape outside used to be what I lived for. The high rises and bustle of the city had always been my dream. Which once again begs me to ask: how does one end up in a town like Hearthway Hollow.

    I ended up there chasing down my best photographer. She had broken down there while on an assignment and after completing her job, she got engaged, moved there, and was starting a happy life. She had fallen in love with a beautiful woman as well as the town itself. 

    When I went there, I didn’t see the charm and allure at first, but fate has a way of grabbing your hair and making you its bitch. While I was looking for Miranda I bumped into a man, and as silly and cliche as it all sounds, it was an instant attraction between us both. It was an attraction that introduced me to the truth of Hearthway Hollow and the secret that everyone in the town kept.

    The place was a sanctuary for werewolves, a safe place where they could be around humans and live their lives without worry or exposure or anger. In many places, werewolves were still drifters, roaming in their packs from place to place, never settling or finding a place to call home except with your pack. Hearthway Hollow was founded in the hopes of finding a home for all werewolves.

    The town also had several traditions that were practiced happily. One included a courtship ritual. In this ritual, the werewolf will offer their prospective mates gifts. This can include but not limited to, bears, wild boar, deer, elk, the bigger the kill, the more likely they are to impress. They do this so they can show their worth to the one they are courting. “Look how strong I am. Look how good I can hunt. See what I can provide for our family and us.” It’s all very romantic when you look at the context and not the massive dead bear on the hood of your car. This ritual can last for several days to weeks, depending on the werewolf as well as their mate. The ritual ends in two nights, the first night where the werewolf shows themselves to their mate, and then they begin the process of scenting them. The next night, if the mate so obliges, they seal the deal by fucking in a manner most werewolves would agree to.

    I figured out who my werewolf was. Being in town for only a day and already receiving the beginnings of courtship, I realize it was Ivan, the man I met, who was the werewolf. We talked about it at length, and I told him upfront I would have to leave soon. I would come back, and he could finish the courtship then and there.

    Ivan is a heck of a man, he’s big, hairy, and beautiful. Not to mention he’s the head of surgery at Hearthway Hollow Medical. He’s sweet and gentle, and I still can feel the way his big, warm hands touch me. We agreed to wait when we could meet again, but before I left, we did have a pretty intense makeout session. I can’t stop smiling when I think about it. He didn’t shy away from me, and he didn’t see me as some conquest. To him, I was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. 

    We’ve kept in constant contact these last few weeks. Our messages ranging from sweet to hot to downright dirty. Through pictures and face chats he’s introduced me to his favorite parts of Hearthway Hollow, as well as my favorite parts of his body. 

    Since he is a surgeon, it’s hard for him to leave. So we have to wait until I can come and visit again. To be honest, I’m not sure what to do. I enjoy my job, and if things happen, I’m not sure I could pack up and take it with me to Hearthway Hollow. I want Ivan more than anything. I want a life with him. But both of us are trapped by our careers. 

    One evening as I’m getting out of the shower, there is an alert from the intercom. I huff and answer it. “Yes?”

    “Can I come up.”

    I recognize his smoky voice instantly. “Of course,” I buzz him in. I slip on my robe as he knocks. I open the door and stare up at him. “What are you doing here?”

    His smile is crooked, and he chuckles. “I had to see you.”

    I look him over, seeing he looks a little ragged. “Come in,” I pull him into my arms and shut the door. I hold fast to him and feel his heartbeat against my cheek.

    His rubs his big, thick hands over my body and kisses the top of my head. “Sorry if I stink. I’ve been in the car all day.”

    “I like the way you smell,” I sigh. I tilt my chin up and meet his lips. 

    You ever realize how starving you are only once you start eating? That’s what this kiss was life. I didn’t know how much I needed Ivan until he kisses me again. Our hands claws at one another, grabbing and pulling and petting. I gasp as he pulls back and I lick my lips to keep tasting him.

    “Sorry,” he pants. “I got carried away.”

    I smirk. “I like when you do that.” I paw down his chest and to the front of his pants. He groans as my hand strokes along his bulge. “Do you have an eggplant in your pocket or are you happy to see me?”

    He chuckles and kisses my cheek. “I just wanted to see you.”

    I smirk and step back, dropping my robe, so I’m naked before him. I touch my small breasts and smooth my palms over my belly. I then stroke myself, rubbing my cock for him. “I’m happy to see you too.”

    He grins. “You’re gorgeous,” he grabs me by the hips, and I moan as his big fingers dig into my ass. “Let me make love to you.”

    I whimper softly. “Are you sure?”

    “I want you,” he whispers into my ear. “Every inch of you.” He replaces my hand with his own, stroking my cock.

    I gasp and shudder, pressing close to him and biting his shoulder. I moan loudly and giggle. “Ok, ok,” I pull away from him. I look up at him and enjoy the cute, lusty look on his face. “I’ll be your mate,” I agree. “Strip down and follow me.”

    He eagerly rips way his clothing and chases me into the bedroom. I take out a few things from my bedside table. I take out a bottle of lube, some massage oil, and a cock ring.

    “You’re prepared,” he growls as he stands in the doorway.

    His body is amazing. Thick beefy arms and thighs, a broad chest covered in hair, and a belly that was solid but still pronounced. His cock was thick, I hadn’t seen such a monster in person before. I bite my lip, wondering if I could take such a beast.

    “Come here,” I beckon him. I place the massage oil in his hands.“Foreplay is essential.” I turn around. “Play with me.”

    He chuckles. He rubs some of the oil between his hands and rubs it up my back. His firm grip feels good on my body. His hands wrap around, groping my small breasts. He twists and pinches my nipples. I feel his teeth on the nape of my neck. He drags his lips to my shoulder and then he moans into my ear. 

    “Thank you,” he pants.

    “Thank you?” I turn my head and look at him. I see he’s starting to change. He’s gotten hairier, and his ears are long and pointed. 

    “For letting me play with such a work of art.” He smirks at me.

    “Corn dog,” I moan. His hands pet down my belly, and he wraps his fingers around my cock again. I cry out, watching his big hand pump over me.

    “I like hearing you moan,” he growls. “I love hearing your voice.”

    I gulp and watching his hands. My thighs start to tremble, so I push him away. I bend over, wriggling my ass out to him. “Touch me here.”

    He grabs hips and massages oil into my thighs and ass. He gropes me, manhandling me. It feels so good. I whimper softly when I see him reach for the bottle of lube. It feels cold as he dribbles it between my cheeks. He then massages it in, pressing his finger slightly inside. I moan and wriggle, gripping hard onto the sheets as he warms me up.

    He growls, biting my cheek. “You have a cute ass, baby.”

    “I prefer yours,” I giggle. I then gasp as Ivan slides his finger deep inside me. My thighs start to tremble again as he twists and thrusts his finger in my tight pucker. I cry out, shaking with need. He slips its finger away, and he chuckles. 

    “Are you sure this is ok?” He asks.

    I struggle to sit upright. I’m light headed from his touch. I look at him, gazing at his beastly werewolf form. His fur is dark and thick, and he looks bigger than before. His cock is still massive, but there’s a girthy knot at the base. I bite my lip and touch it, stroking him and feeling his heat. I take the lube, squirting it over him and rubbing it in.

    “I’m very sure,” I kiss him and crawl into his lap. I straddle his thighs and slowly ease myself down on him. I whimper, never having taken something so big before. I gasp and shudder, feeling his warmth inside me.

    He grips onto my hips, holding me fast and tight. I stop once I feel his knot at my entrance. I grind him inside me never having felt so full before. I look up at him, seeing his tongue hanging from his mouth as he pants heavily.

    I loop my arms around his neck. “You feel so good inside me.” I throw my neck back as I start to back. “Big bad wolf,” I moan. “Inside little red riding hood.”

    He chuckles, tugging on my red hair. He rolls his hips, meeting my slow bounces. He kisses me then lays on his back, so I’m riding him. He grinds himself inside me, moving his hips as I find balance. It’s slow, but it’s exquisite. 

    At one point, he moves, laying me on my side, so my back was against his furry chest. He loops my thigh around his leg, and he thrusts up inside me. His paw covers my chest, and he moans into my ear.

    I look over, seeing us in the mirror across from the bed.

    “Look how beautiful you are,” he growls. 

    I whimper and gaze at myself.

    “Look at this body,” he pets down to my stomach. “My own personal seductress.”

    “Ivan,” I moan loudly.

    He takes my cock into his paw and rubs it. “You feel so good,” he growls. “So right.”

    I whimper, gazing at our lovemaking in the mirror. “Your knot-” I moan. “Give it to me. I want it!”

    He snarls. “You sure?”

    I nod. “Please, give me all of you.”

    He growls and starts to push it inside. I cry out as it stretches me. I watch in the mirror as he disappears inside. I cum on his fingers, nearly screaming with my release. My seed drenches his fur, and he growls with hunger.

    “Too good?” He pants.

    “Fuck me, hurry,” I moan.

    He grunts and snarls, grinding inside me now that his knot has him firmly locked in place. I shudder and tremble, unprepared for the deep pleasure he was giving me. He snarls and jerks, his hips moving wildly. In the mirror I see his face contort and he body tense. As he releases in me, I cry out, my whole body nothing but lust. He pants and wheezes, still pumping cum inside me. He kisses my cheek and neck softly. His strong paws petting over every inch of me.

    “How are you? Are you ok?” He whispers.

    I look up at him, feeling like I was gazing at my own personal god of sex. “That was...the fucking best-” I start to giggle.

    He kisses me, slowly easing out of me. He rolls me onto the bed, kissing me all over. He lays on me, snuggling to me with his enormous body. The weight of him feels amazing, and I cling needily to him.

    “You don’t hurt or anything?” He asks concern painted on his face.

    “I’ll be sore in the morning, but that just means you did your job.” I kiss him. “If you’re lucky, we’ll do it again.”

    He chuckles and snuggles back down. “I love you.”

    I gasp softly and kiss the top of his head. “I love you too.”

    In the morning, I wake up in bed alone, and I start to wonder if it was a dream until I realize I can’t feel my legs and my backside has the pleasurable soreness only sex and a good work out can bring. 

    I smell coffee and bacon, and I stretch out on the bed, relishing in this luxurious feeling. I feel loved and worshipped, I feel the most relaxed I’ve ever been, and now I feel spoiled and pampered.

    He walks into the room, carrying breakfast and coffee. I sit up and greet him with a deep, loving kiss. “Are you for real?” I chuckle.

    He bites my neck. “Very real.” He feeds me a strip of bacon, and I suck the grease from his finger. “I figured you’d be a little useless this morning,” he smirks.

    “I can’t feel my legs, that’s a good sign.” I wink at him as I drink my coffee. “Maybe I’ll reward you when I’m done eating.”

    He smirks and kisses my cheek. “You’re cute in the morning.” He runs his fingers through my hair, and I sigh.

    “I have to straighten it to make it look good. If I don’t, I look like a ginger Helena Bonham Carter,” I grumble.

    He smirks at me and licks the corner of my mouth. “You look cute,” he repeats.

    I look up at him, realizing no one has ever looked at me this way before. He loves me, and it’s radiating off him like a warm light. I never want to lose this man, no matter what.

    “What sort of editing jobs are there in Hearthway Hollow?” I ask.

    He tilts his head. “What?”

    “I want to move,” I said staunchly. “In your house, in fact.” I poke the tip of his nose. “I want to wake up beside you every morning, even when I’m mad at you. I want to meet your family, and I still want to work.”

    He grins, taking away my coffee and plate and shoving me down into the bed. His kisses are heated and happy, and his body feels so good rubbing against mine.

    “I want you with me always,” he moans. “But are you sure? I thought the city was important to you.”

    I hold his face between my palms. “I’m not little red riding hood,” I murmur and he instantly looks confused. “I’m a little piggy, and you’ve blown my house down,” I gaze into his big, beautiful eyes. “You’ve opened my eyes to what I really want.”

    He grins at me. “I’ll ask my dad if he knows of anything. Maybe there’s something at the college.”

    I grimace. “I will not be a teacher.” I roll him over and pin him onto his back. “Turn into a wolf again,” I smirk at him. “I wanna give that knot a good tongue lashing.”

    He bites his lip, and I can feel him already get hard.

    After a few rounds of morning lovemaking and frolicking, I start the process of moving. When I tell my boss my plans, she flips out, much like I did to Miranda. In her efforts to keep me, she’s allowing me to work from home in Hearthway Hollow, with a promise of placing an office there if I do my job well. I tell her to start looking for real estate because I planned to work my ass off.

    Ivan and his father are coming up with one of the hardware store’s trucks to move all my things. I’m anxious, not just because I do love my apartment, but because this will be the first time meeting Ivan’s father. His name is Billy, Big Billy to everyone in Hearthway Hollow. There, he’s apparently a big shot. 

    When I see him, I’m shocked. It’s very apparent when Ivan get’s his genes from. Big Billy lives up to his name quite well. He’s a good-looking, older guy who looks like he belongs in the mob rather than a werewolf pack. 

    “Is this here?” He asks Ivan.

    “This is her,” Ivan grins at me.

    “It’s nice to meet you,” I say, holding my hand out to him.

    Billy shakes his head. “No, no no,” he then wraps me up in his great big arms. “She’s a redhead like your mother!” He laughs bawdily. He then sets me back down. “It’s good to have you. I thought my son would be married to his work forever.” He gives me a good pat on the back, and we start moving the furniture.

    When Bill sees my car, he flips out. So I allow him to drive it back to Hearthway Hollow while Ivan and I take the truck.

    “You just made his day,” Ivan chuckles as he drives.

    “I want to make a good impression,” I say. “I figured if I buttered up your dad, then your mom and your sisters would like me.”

    “Watch out for Kamila, that’s all I gotta say,” Ivan chuckles.

    I snuggle up beside him, resting my head on his arm. 

    “You’re shaking,” he whispers.

    I nod. “This is something very much out of my comfort zone.” I look up at him and smile. “But I’m not worried at all. I’m thrilled.”

    He kisses me softly. “I’m glad. I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want.”

    “Being with you is what I want.”

    Once we get to Ivan’s house, I see that his mom, sisters, and their husbands are there. His sisters are Ellie, the oldest, and Kamila, his twin sister. Their husbands are Jack and Corey. And his mother is Maria, who is gorgeous. They help unload the truck and then Maria pulls out the buckets of fried chicken and sides. 

    “So, where did you go to school?” Kamila starts in. Her sharp eyes slicing into me.

    “I went to Yale,” I answer with a smirk. 

    “Oh ho,” Kamila laughs. “Big shot! So what did you major in?”

    “Editing,” I reply. “With minors in literature and the like.”

    “What do you plan on doing now?” Maria asks. “Are you still going to be doing your editing work?”

    I nod. “My boss didn’t want to lose me, so she agreed to extend her leash a little bit. If I do well working from home, she’ll expand and open up a branch here. I told her to start looking for real estate.”

    Billy grins. “Don’t look much further. I have tons of property you can rent from.”

    “Oh that’s right, you're a land baron,” I gasp.

    Ellie snickers and Jack is having the hardest time suppressing a grin.

    “Ivan said you needed to find a new doctor here. I’d be glad to help you out with anything.” She reaches over and touches my hand. It’s a reassuring squeeze that tells me she knows and understands.

    “I would greatly appreciate that,” I agree. I then look at the rest of the family and sigh. “I’m not sure if the rest of you are aware, but I am a transgender woman,” I confess. 

    They all seemed shocked at first and a little quiet. Ivan grasps my hand and squeezes it tight. 

    “You’re still going to give me grandkids right?” Billy asks.

    I chuckle and look up at him. “Is that all you’re concerned with?”

    “Yes!” Kamila grunts in exasperation. “Not everyone wants kids dad! She’s got enough on her plate without worrying about making you a grandfather again.”

    “Beau and Shauna are pregnant,” Ellie offers. “You still have that to look forward to.”

    “But this is Ivan we’re talking about!” Billy argues.

    I turn to Ivan and grin, squeezing his hand as his family argues about grandchildren and Billy’s constant need for them.

    After they leave Ivan and I collapse on his massive bed. He grabs me and pulls me close to his body. “You’re all mine now.”

    I chuckle and grind my ass to his lap. “Other way around. You belong to me now.”

    He rolls me over, pinning me down onto the bed. “I’m the big bad wolf, and you’re just a little piggy.”

    I smirk up at him. “This little piggy wants roast beef.” I can barely say it before we’re both sputter and choking on laughter. Ivan’s cackling on top of me, his head buried in the curve of my neck.

    “What the fuck?” he laughs.

    I snort and shake my head.

    “I’m trying to be sexy here! And you say that? What is wrong with you?”

    I’m wheezing and starting to cry from laughing so hard. I can’t even talk. I shake my head and wave my hand before my face.

    “Roast beef?” He gasps.

    I wheeze and snort, holding my stomach as the laughter grows painful.

    He kisses me, and we giggle more. “I love you,” he whispers to me.

    I clasp his hand over my cheek and take a deep breath. My body is sore from laughing. “I love you more,” I reply.

    He kisses me again, pressing me down into the bed as they grow more needy and heated. He unbuttons my blouse and trails his kisses down my chest. “Cute bra,” he tugs at it. “Looks expensive.”

    “You should see the matching underwear,” I lift my hips off the bed so he can slip my pants off with ease. I then pose on the bed, looking like a hot snack. I touch myself, petting my hand down my breasts and to my underwear. 

    “What do you think, big bad wolf?” I purr.

    He licks his lips. “Looks like roast beef.”

    I throw a pillow at him. “No!”

    “You started it!” He laughs. He pins me back down onto the bed. “Now hold still, little piggy. Let this big bad wolf make you feel better.”

    I bite my lip, wriggling as he kisses down my belly. He kisses my thighs, and his eyes flick up to me. He then kisses my panties, and I moan softly. I run my fingers through his hair, pushing it back so I can watch. His tongue laps at the thin fabric, pressing where my growing cock is. I whimper softly, feeling my need grow. He tugs my panties down and kisses the tip of my dick. He looks back up at me, his eyes were molten. He takes me in his mouth, sucking on me and moaning against me.

    Everything about this boy is pure heaven. What on God’s green earth did I do to deserve such a perfect creature?

    “Oh baby,” I moan, tugging at his hair. “Fuck...you feel so good.”

    He laps at me, his eyes gazing up at me again. “You’ve earned a treat,” he pants. 

    “You’re my treat, everything else is just gilding the ah-lily.” I moan.

    He admires his handy work, seeing how hard I’ve gotten. “Should I finish you now?” He asks.

    I chew on my lip. “I want my wolf first.”

    He laughs, already starting to shift. I love seeing his werewolf form. His hulking body is beautiful and terrifying, and it gets me so excited. Once he’s shifted, he dips down again, his sharp teeth nibble at my thighs and belly. His long tongue laps at me and coils around my shaft.

    I take off my bra and knead at my breasts, gasping as sighing as he sucks me. I groan and raise my hips off the bed. I gasp and cry out, I surge on his tongue, shooting my load down his throat and on his lips. I flop to the bed, gasping for breath.

    “Mmm,” he moans, licking his chops. “You taste good tonight.”

    I gaze up at him, my vision slightly blurry. “How do you taste?”

    He lays down beside me, kissing me and rubbing his furry body to mine. “Like-” I shove my hand over his mouth.

    “Don’t. Fucking. Say. It.” I snarl at him.

    He bites my hand then kisses me. “I taste like roast beef,” he whispers into my ear.

    “Ah! No!” I cackle. I push him down and take his cock into my hand. “You’re gonna pay for that,” I growl, gripping his balls with one hand and I pump him with the other. He snarls and moans, arching his hips. I grin, seeing him writhe for me. I dip down, kissing the tip of his cock. I take as much of him as I can in my mouth, still kneading his sack. My free hand then massages his knot, feeling his heat directly. 

    He groans and whimpers, watching me as I play with him. He props up on his elbows and pants. “That’s good,” he moans. “There...there.” he guides me to his tip again, making me suck it and lick at it. He groans and whimpers, bucking a little. 

    I pull back and watch his cock twitch. I grin wickedly up at him. “Were you close?” I ask.

    He grunts and nods. “Yeah,” he pants. “Why’d you stop?”

    I sit back and stroke him, watching his expression melt again. “To see you struggle a little.” I stroke him and lean in, kissing him. He grabs me and holds me close, grunting and snarling with his open mouth kiss. I feel him surge and then the heat that drips along my fingertips. I giggle, kissing him as he pants.

    “You were excited huh?” I continue to stroke him until every last drop is spilled. I giggle and kiss him softly as he lays back in bed.

    “I like playing with you,” I whisper to him.

    He looks at me and pets my cheek. “I love being with you.” He sighs. “I’m so glad you’re here now.”

    I rest my chest on his chest and nod. “It feels so right.” I run my fingers through his fur. “Even if you are a werewolf.”

    He snickers. “Sorry, I’m not roast beef.”

    I bite his nipple, and he groans loudly. “Enough of that!” I laugh.

    “Nope, never,” he pulls me up and throws me down into the bed, kissing me. “Roast beef is our I love you.”

    “Please no,” I grimace and kiss him. I sigh softly. “I love you is better.”