Werewolf Boyfriend (Theo-complete)

    You recently got the job as the art teacher at Hearthway Hollow Middle School, this meant quite the big move for you and your children. Milo and Hazel were extremely excited for it at least. You would be closer to your great aunt, Winona. Ever since you were little, she was like your grandmother. For most of your childhood you lived in Hearthway Hollow, so you were aware of the secrets it held. Winona had you come live with her, insistent that her home was far too big for her and she needed you to help her fill the rooms again.

    Her home wasn’t too far from town, and it had a great big backyard for the kids to play in. She was already sending you photos of how she had gotten it cleaned up and had put in a playground and tree house for the kids. She had only met Hazel and Milo once, and she was more excited to see them than anything.

    When you arrived at her house, she took the kids while the movers helped you get everything settled. 

    “You look amazing, sweetie!” She kisses your temple and pours you a stiff drink. The kids are down for a nap, happily snoozing on the screen in porch in the warm sun. “You won’t be single for long here.”

    You giggle. “I’m not worried about that, Auntie,” you say.

    She scoffs. “Here? You don’t have a choice. The right one sniffs you out and boom! You’re history.”

    You look into your glass and then out across the front yard. “It’s been so long. Since Hazel was first born.”

    “Not much has changed. Least of all here.” She relaxes beside you and sighs. You rest your head on her shoulder, and her long fingers comb through your hair. “Not many people don’t find happiness here. Sooner than later it will find you.”

    You close your eyes and smile. “I’m in no rush.”

    The next day you get up early so you can make your first day of teaching. You help Winona get the kids settled, and then you head out the door. You’re nervous, and your hands are shaking. The school is enormous and beautiful, a great big brick building with green tin roofs. You try to find the office but manage to get yourself lost. 

    As you backtrack a man comes out of a room. He’s tall with thick arms and broad shoulders. His hair peppered gray and white, even his stubble is more white. He looks down at you, his eyes like two warm cups of hot cocoa. You feel your cheeks grow warm looking at him, he’s exactly your type. 

    “Excuse me,” you squeak then quickly cover your mouth. “Uhm,” you clear your throat. “I’m looking for the main office?” You ask. “I just got a job here, and I’m afraid I’m lost.”

    He points to the door he just came out of. “This is it.”

    Your eyes bug. “Oh!” You feel the embarrassment rise.

    “You must be, Ms. Locklear,” he holds his big hand out. “I’m Principal Bastian, I’ve been waiting on you!”

    You stare a little harder. He doesn’t look like a principal. He’s wearing jeans and a long-sleeved, black shirt. He seems more like an underwear model to you than a principal. 

    “Oh! Oh gosh, I’m sorry!” You gasp.

    He chuckles, squeezing your hand. “It’s quite alright, come on,” he leads you down the hallway. “Your classroom is this way.”

    He gives you a quick tour around the building, showing you the teachers lounge as well as the teacher’s parking lot. Your classroom is at the corner of the building where the wall is rounded outwards and is completely covered in a dry erase board. 

    “Oh wow,” you gasp. “This is amazing.”

    “We put a lot of work into remodeling this place,” he says. “I hope it will suit your needs.”

    You beam back at him. “The last school I went to I had to wait for the math class to get out before I could teach my own class. This is better than I expected!”

    “Well good,” he shows you to your desk where there is an emergency phone as well as a first aid kit and several other things. “If you should need anything at all, let me know, and I will see what I can do.”

    “Thank you, Mr. Bastien, I’m really blown away right now as is.”

    “Please, call me Theo,” he smiles.

    Your heart is beating like crazy. He’s such a good-looking guy it’s hard to believe he’s the principal of the school. You’re going to have to be careful, technically this man is your boss after all. 

    Your first day goes smoothly. You have three to four classes a day, one class for each grade. Between classes you have a lot of free time, so you spend it getting used to the classroom and the campus. You make a note of how you want to organize and arrange the class.

    During lunch, you decide to eat in your room. You unpack the lunch Winona, and the kids did for you. You find all sorts of things the kids shoved in as well as a lovely little note scribbled by them.

    There’s a knock on the door, and you look up, seeing Theo standing there. You stand up. “Oh hi!” You gasp.

    He smiles as he walks in and you melt a little. “Eating alone?”

    You glance down at your desk. “I’m a bit nervous,” you admit. “I just felt like being alone for a moment.”

    Theo sees the note on the desk, and he picks it up. “Oh, you have kids?” He asks.

    “Two,” you sigh. “Milo, he’s five, and Hazel, she’s three.” You take the note back and smile at it. 

    “Did they enjoy the move?” Theo asks.

    “As much as kids can. They didn’t like the moving part so much as the left. But I think this town will be a good fit for us.”

    “You already seem like a good fit here,” Theo replies. “I’m thrilled to have you here.” he then hesitates and clears his throat. “We are, the school is. So, next lunch period, you should go and meet some of the other teachers.”

    “I will,” you reply. “Promise.”

    The next day, you gather your courage and go to the lunch room. You make your way to the teacher’s table, and one of them stands up to greet you.

    “I was wondering when we’d get to meet you, I’m Kirby I teach science.” He lets you take a seat and introduces you to the man beside him.

    “This is Rowan,” Kirby says.

    “Don’t tell her I’m blind I want it to be a surprise,” Rowan whispers to you.

    “I’m not Kirby,” you say to him.

    Rowan scoffs. “Well then, tell him that so I don’t have to repeat myself.”

    “Ignore him,” Kirby sighs. 

    “What? Is it because I’m blind?” Rowan grind as he turns in Kirby’s direction. He then turns to you. “So, you’re a Locklear, what’s that like?”

    “Oh uh-” you shrug then realize he can’t see that. “I dunno really. Normal as everyone else.”

    “No way,” Rowan scoffs. “You’re related to Mrs. Locklear, that isn’t normal in the least bit.”

    “Is my Aunt such a big deal around here?” You ask.

    “Mrs. Locklear is kind of like...the number two of the town,” Kirby replies. “She’s been here forever, and everyone is kind of afraid of her.”

    “Really? Winona?”

    “Ew, you call Mrs. Locklear by her first name. That just sounds so weird,” Rowan squirms. 

    Kirby smirks. “Like I said, ignore him. But he’s kind of right, no one here calls Mrs. Locklear by her name. Not even Adam.”

    “That’s the alpha right?” You ask.

    “This town isn’t full of werewolves,” Rowan says suddenly.

    Kirby rolls his eyes, and as he opens his mouth, Rowan points at him. “I heard that young man.”

    Kirby bats his hand away. “Your aunt was Adam’s grandmother’s number two. She’s still that for Adam.”

    “Oh wow, she’s bigger than I thought.” You gasp.

    “Ah, good to see you out of the classroom,” Theo comes up to the table. “Really? You choose to sit with someone, and you sit beside Rowan.”

    “Not all of us can be beautiful, sir,” Rowan says.

    Theo chuckles. “Everything still ok?”

    You nod. “Oh yes! I’m enjoying the school more and more every day.”

    “Glad to hear. Rowan, stay out of trouble.” Theo stands back up and walks away.

    “You start one fire,” Rowan scoffs.

    That evening when you go home you’re excited for the weekend, you enjoy your job, no doubt, but you haven’t been able to stop and enjoy your new home with your kids yet. Milo is in kindergarten and Hazel goes to the local nursery. You feel like you’ve not gotten to see them much since arriving. You end up falling asleep with both of them in bed with you.

    You wake up to both of them jumping up and down on the bed. “C’mon wake up!” Milo calls.

    “Up! Up! Up! Up!” Hazel bounces around in a circle, making a song up to herself.

    You groan and grab them, trying to pull them back down with you. The giggle and squirm and manage to escape.

    “Let’s get up!” Milo shakes your arm.

    “Up! Up!” Hazel sits on your belly.

    “Ok, ok, I’ll be up in a second,” you laugh. “How about you guys meet me in the living room?”

    “Can we eat outside?” Milo asks.

    “Out! Out!” Hazel.

    “Fine, fine,” you giggle. “We can eat outside.” You sit up as they jump off the bed and barrel out of the room. You get up and start to put on your robe when you hear Hazel scream bloody murder. You drop everything and race to the door, scooping her up in your arms. Milo is staring, unmoving and frozen in place. 

    Winona comes out after you and you hand Hazel off to her as you pick up Milo. Laying at the bottom of your stairs is a dead deer. Hazel is sobbing and screaming, and Milo is clinging to you in absolute terror. 

    “Oh come the fuck on!” Winona scoffs. 

    You turn and look at her. “What? What’s going on? What is that?” You take the kids inside, hoping to calm them down.

    “That’s an offering,” Winona huffs. “An attempt to court you.”

    “Mommy!” Milo starts to shiver and sob.

    “Hush baby, it’s ok,” you rub his back and bounce him. “What do you mean court me?” You ask her.

    “They want to be your mate,” she kisses Hazel’s cheeks and carries her into the kitchen.

    “A werewolf did that?” You scoff. You use your shirt to wipe away Milo’s tears.

    “Yup,” she huffs. “Like a fucking idiot. He knows you have kids!”

    You furrow your brow. “Do you know who did this.”

    “No.” She nods while she says this. “So stop asking because I won’t tell you. Because I’m going to wring his hairy neck.” 

    After you manage to get the kids calmed down, they insist you find someone to bury it. So you and Winona go outside with shovels and find a spot near the edge of the woods to bury it.

    “Where the hell did they learn this?” Winona asks.

    “They had a bird,” you said. “When it died I told them everyone deserves a final resting spot.”

    “Oh geez,” she rolls her eyes.

    The rest of that day you spend making a cross for the deer’s grave. Milo and Hazel decorate it, and just before dinner you go outside and stick it in the ground in front of the grave. 

    “Should we say a prayer?” Milo asks.

    “If you want to,” you whisper to him.

    Hazel kneels down and lays her hands on the grave. You have no idea where she picked this up from, but you have a feeling you need to double check what she watches. You send Milo and Hazel back inside. You stay behind to fix the cross and make sure it was a little more erect. One good rain and it would fall out.

    As you’re scooping up more dirt, you see something move in the shadows. You look up, seeing a massive shape come towards you. You stare at it, feeling like Milo. You freeze up and can’t move as it comes closer.

    “I’m so sorry,” he whispers.

    You blink and shake your head. “What?”

    “I’m sorry,” his voice is low and dark. “I didn’t mean for the kids to find it first. I didn’t-” he grunts. “You have to forgive me. I promise I’ll find a way to make it up to you. To them.”

    The wolf in the trees is all white, save for their paws and the tips of their ears which was gray. He’s massive too, which is what scared you before.

    “Who are you?” You ask. “Why are you trying to court me?”

    “Isn’t it obvious? From the moment I met you I knew what I felt.” He looks up, and his bright brown eyes look familiar. “I want to share my life with you.”

    “Mommy! Where are you?” You hear Hazel calling for you.

    You look behind you and wave to her on the porch. “I’ll be there in just a second!” You glance back at the wolf, seeing his eyes are timid and frightened.

    “You want to court me?” You ask. “They’re part of it. No more dead animals. They like those too much,” you scold him. “So things have to be different.” You hold your hand out to him. “Come inside. Have dinner with us.”

    He closes his eyes and sighs. He takes your hand, slowly shifting as he emerges from the woods. You stare up at him, your heart hammering twice as hard as before.

    “Theo?” You gasp.

    He smiles sheepishly. “Hi,” he murmurs. He squeezes your hand, and you squeeze back.

    “This way,” you lead him up to the house. Winona greets him at the door, prodding a finger into his chest.

    “You get no warning,” she growls at him.

    He looks terrified, he bows his head not making eye contact with her as you lead him inside. Milo and Hazel look up at him, milo giving him the stink eye and Hazel looking like she just saw her favorite prince.

    “Milo, hazel, this is Theo,” you say. “He’s joining us for dinner tonight.”

    Milo’s lip curls. “Why?”

    “I work with him at the school, he’s a friend,” you say. You sit down beside Milo while Theo takes the seat next to Hazel’s high chair.

    She gazes at him with star-struck eyes. “He’s pretty too!” She murmurs.

    “Baby,” Winona tells her. “You’re too young to let dumb men have that power over you.” She then glares at Theo who instantly looks down.

    Theo spends the rest of the evening with you and the kids. After dinner, you go outside to play on the playground. Milo will have none of it and goes into the tree house. Hazel loves it, showing off everything she has to Theo. She’s already enamored with him, just like you are.

    Theo goes over to the tree house calling for Milo. “Do you want to come out?”

    “No,” Milo snaps.

    “Why not?” Theo asks up at him.

    Mio sticks his head out of the window. “We don’t need you.”

    “Milo,” you scold up at him.

    Theo holds his hand out and smiles at you. “Let me try.” He looks back up at Milo. “I know you don’t need me,” he says. “It’s undeniable your family doesn’t. But...maybe I need you guys.”

    You look at him, and your heart flip-flops all over your chest.

    “Why?” Milo huffs.

    “Because I don’t have what you have,” he says. “I don’t have anyone to take care of me.”

    “My mom has her hands full!” Milo snaps down, and you nearly bust out laughing.

    Theo chuckles. “I know that. I was thinking though, maybe you and Hazel could watch over me.”

    “Are you stupid?” Milo peers down at him.

    You’re now fighting the greatest urge to laugh in your life, your stomach hurts from holding it in.

    Theo laughs and smiles. “Well, maybe. But that’s why I need someone smart like you.”

    Theo climbs down the ladder from the tree house, stopping half way, so he and Theo are eye to eye. “What’s in it for me then?”

    Theo reaches out, taking Milo off the ladder and setting him on his shoulders. “You’ll always be the tallest.”

    A smile starts to spread across Milo’s face, but he tries to hide it when he sees you looking. “What else?”

    “I’ll make sure your mom is always happy,” Theo adds.

    “What else?” Milo keeps asking him this while Theo continues to build and build onto the list, always quick with an answer to anything Milo throws at him. 

    When their bedtime comes, Hazel goes down quickly, already half asleep in Theo’s arms by the time he lays her down. Milo still isn’t sure, but as you tell him goodnight, he looks over at Theo in the doorway.

    “Mom gets lonely at night. Read her a story.” He then gives you a kiss and snuggles down into bed.

    You close the door behind you and smile up at Theo. “You were great with them today.”

    “I owe them more than that.” He takes your hand and kisses your palm. 

    “You have time to make it up.” You squeeze his hand. “I should probably let you go home now.”

    “What about your story?”

    You glance back at him as your cheeks burn.

    “Milo made me promise that I had to read you a story tonight.” He comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around you. He kisses your neck, and you close your eyes. His lips feel warm and welcome on your skin. You bite your lip as his kisses trail down.

    “Uh-hum!”

    Your eyes nearly pop out of your head. You look up, seeing Winona standing at the end of the hall. Theo ducks his head, hiding his face behind your shoulder. Winona walks down the hallway, eyeballing you until she disappears up the stairs.

    “She scares the living shit out of me,” Theo huffs.

    “She’s not so bad,” you turn around and touch his face. You run your fingertips against his stubble and the dimples in his cheeks.

    He dips down, kissing you. Your breath is taken away for a moment, but you wrap your arms around his neck. You stand on tiptoe, kissing him more and sighing softly. You pull away, placing your finger on his lips.

    “Whoa,” you pant.

    He smirks. “Whoa?”

    You glance up at him. “That was...unreal.” You rub your finger against his lips, and he kisses it. He grabs your wrist and kisses down your arm and up to your shoulder. He kisses your neck, and you close your eyes as you relish in the feeling.

    “Theo,” you mewl.

    He pants in your ear. “Sorry,” he pulls back, his hands resting on your hips. “I should probably go.”

    You smile at him. “It’s ok.”

    He kisses you again. “I’ll see you soon.”

    You hate to see him go. Your body cries out for him to stay but you know it will be best if he went. 

    Every Saturday though, he shows up early in the morning. He brings breakfast with him as well as surprises for Milo and Hazel. After putting the kids to bed, he treats you to wine and an adult friendly meal. Sometimes heavy petting follows.

    One evening, after the kids are put to bed and Winona had gone down for the night, you and Theo sit in the basement, drinking wine and listening to old records. Theo sets his wine glass down and silently he climbs over you. Theo takes your glass and kisses you, setting it aside as your hands wrap around his face. He jumps on top of you, kissing you and touching you.

    “Is this ok?” He asks.

    You giggle. “Yeah,” you kiss his neck and are pleased with the grunt Theo responds with. You tug up his shirt and are delighted when you feel the hair on his stomach and chest. He sits up, stripping away his shirt. 

    “Ok now,” he says. “C’mon.”

    “What?” You chuckle.

    He smirks at you, biting his lip. “Take yours off, those are the rules.”

    “No, no, my house, my rules.” You sit up, pushing him down onto the sofa. He grins up at you, eyes alight as you look down at him. 

    “Oh no,” he holds back his laughter. “That’s scary.”

    You kiss him as his hands grip your hips and move up to your rear. He squeezes and kneads there to his heart’s content.

    “Having fun?” You ask him, kissing his neck and shoulder.

    “Tons,” he moans. 

    “I’m a little nervous,” you admit. You both still for a moment and you touch his chest. His skin is a lovely olive tone, and he smells good. You kiss his cheek again as he sits up, holding you in his lap.

    “It’s ok,” he whispers into your ear. “Be nervous.”

    You look up at him, seeing the loving just pouring from his beautiful eyes. “I’m excited too.”

    “Be excited,” he kisses you. His strong hands move up under your dress, and he pulls it away. His fingers trace the lines and lace of your bra. He kisses the soft tops of your breasts before tugging the cups down. He kisses each peak softly, nuzzling to your chest before he lifts up to kiss you again. 

    His touch skims down your body, closely followed by his lips. He opens your thighs, kissing them and rubbing his cheek to them. You grin like a madman as you watch him. He licks over the fabric of your panties, and you can feel its heat on you. He nuzzles close, kissing and licking until your wetness seeps through. His chuckles against you and it’s the sexiest sound you’ve ever heard.

    “Lift your hips for me, baby.”

    You whimper softly, doing as he told. He slips your panties away, tossing them aside as he kisses your mound. He rubs his thumb against your lips, opening you up and licking you. You bite your lip, groaning as you see he’s started to shift. His body is growing, and his fur starts to take over. He licks and moans, and soon his tail is wagging behind him.

    “Theo,” you mewl.

    His brown eyes raise up to you, and he presses closer. You gasp as his tongue swirls around your clit. His lips suction around it, sucking it and moaning as his paw massages your belly. You puff and grunt, cupping your hand over your mouth, so you didn’t get too loud.

    He groans, slurping at you as you start to thrust your hips. You gasp and shudder, gripping hold of the couch as you feel everything come undone. You bite your cheek, hissing and snarling as you cum. You fall back into the sofa, panting hard and gulping down cold breaths.

    He pulls back, licking his chops and gazing at you with nothing but desire in his eyes. “How was that?” He touches your lips.

    You kiss his fingertip and suck on it gently. “Shoo ghud,” you moan.

    He kisses you, placing himself between your thighs. “I like that look on your face,” he whispers. He kisses you and holds you. You wrap your arms around him, clinging to his back. He rubs against you and a shudder ripples through your body. He’s hot and thick and throbbing already. He grunt and moans, trying his best to hold back.

    “It’s ok,” you reach down, helping him into place. “I’m ready.”

    He nods, kissing you as he begins to make his way inside. You gasp as you stretch to take him. He feels so good inside, and you moan a little too loudly.

    “Is it ok?” he gasps.

    “Please,” you gasp. “Keep going!”

    He chuckles, moving his hips slowly. He watches you, looking into your eyes. He’s so lovely, even as a werewolf. You smile at him and pull him down, kissing him. His hips start to move faster, harder. You throw your head back, grunting as he begins to shake the sofa. He snarls, nipping your neck and chest as he drives into you.

    He presses deeper, and you feel the knot as his base. It surges inside you, stretching you tighter and filling you to the brink. You cry out, feeling yourself fall and tumble. Every inch of you feels electrified, and each of his movements causes another surge throughout you. He snarls and moans, thrusting and bucking. He’s locked in place, so each movement grinds inside you.

    “Close,” he pants. “I can’t-”

    You moan and sigh, “Cum,” you mewl. “Cum.”

    He whimpers at your words, unable to last a second longer. Your lashes flutter as you feel him inside you. His seed fills you, and even with the tight lock of his knot he still dribbles out. You cling to him, both of you panting and gasping for breath.

    He snuggles to you, kissing your chest and neck. You rub his ears and pet down his back, sighing with a satisfaction you’ve not felt in ages. He lifts up to gaze at you and you can't can't help but chuckle.

    “What?” he smirks.

    “You’re just cute, that’s all.”

    He kisses you and holds you in his arms. “You’re cuter.”

    In the morning he’s struck over the head. “Damn kids!” Winona huffs. “What happened to the days you went outside and did in the woods like normal people! Get dressed you, moron! The kids are almost up. They don’t need to be seeing your hairy ass hanging out!” She chases Theo off to the bathroom then looks down at you and smirks. “Are you happy, kid?”

    You smirk at her and nod. “I am.”

    She hands you your robe. “Get up yourself. I’ll hold the kids off.”

    “Thank you.” You go and join Theo in the bathroom.

    “She’s so scary!” He huffs.

    You smile at him and kiss him. “You’ll have to get used to her. You’re kind of a Locklear now.”