Werewolf Boyfriend (Saul-complete)

     You run deliveries for the bakery and the cafe. You’ve had your motorcycle fitted with individual side bags so that the food and drinks don’t spill or get crushed. Every day, right at one, you made a delivery to the police station. One day, along with the usual order, there was an order for over twenty bacon cheese croissants.

As you walk into the station with your delivery, you set things on the front desk as the secretary goes to fetch the collection. As you’re double-checking the order to make sure everything is there, a cop rushes up beside you.

“Is that them?” He grabs the bag full of croissants and grins. “Good! Just in time!”

You look up at him; he’s exceptionally tall with gangly limbs and legs that go on forever. He has a sweet baby face but there is a scar on the right side of his face, and he wears an eyepatch. “You aren’t going to eat all of those are you?”

His cheeks suddenly turn dark red. “No! They’re for the dogs.”

“The dogs?” You ask. You look around, knowing over half the police station is werewolves.

“The K-9 unit,” he replies.

You almost bust out laughing when you think about the fact the whole police station could be called the K-9 unit.

“They’re graduating today,” he says. “So I’m throwing them a little party.”

“Oh,” you giggle. “How many dogs do you have?”

“There’s four,” he beams, his smile is so bright and sweet. “So we’re going to cheat a little on their diet, but they’re going to be working hard from now on.”

“Oh, of course,” you return his smile.

He takes the bag and smiles. “Thanks,” he says and walks away.

    The secretary comes back. “Where’s that big bag?” She asks.

    “The dog guy got it,” you say as you take the envelope with payment.

    “Dog guy?” She arches her brow then laughs, “Oh! You mean Saul. Tall skinny guys?” She asks, raising his hand above her head. 

    You nod and then place your hand over your right eye like his eyepatch. “He said it was for the graduation party.”

    She shakes her head. “Good thing he paid for all that.” She turns back to answering phones, and you head back out to your motorcycle. You walk by the fence, and you see the four dogs come trouncing out in single file. Saul follows behind them and snaps his finger, and the dogs sit down in a line. He then offers each of then a croissant and takes one for himself. The dog’s tails are wagging, and they all look up at him with marvel and awe. 

    Saul turns and sees you watching. He waves his hand, and you wave back. Your heart is hammering, and your hands feel shaky. What is this? You head back to work to finish all your other deliveries. All the while, you keep picturing Saul and his bright smile. You feel silly, not even when you were in high school did you get all dopey over a boy. Now, you meet some gangly guy, and you’re all googly-eyed? No thank you.

    The next day as you make the daily delivery to the police station you see Saul sitting at the front desk. He’s answering the phone and taking down messages. As you walk up to the front, he turns so suddenly in his chair that his knees hit the filing cabinet and knock him out of his seat.

    “Oh no!” You gasp, and you run around the front desk to help him up. “Are you ok?”

    He scrambles as he tries to sit up. He takes your hands and huffs. “Oh god, that was humiliating!” He rises and rises and rises as he stands up, towering over you like some skinny tree. His face is bright red as he looks at you. 

    You smile, trying not to laugh. Saul looked like a puppet when he flew out of his chair. “Well, at least you’re alright.”

    “My pride says otherwise,” he grumbles under his breath.

    “How did the graduation go?” You ask.

    He searches around the desk then produces the payment envelope. “It went very well. All the dogs enjoyed their treat.” He smiles at you, his face still bright red.

    You see his name tag as he hands you the envelope. “Officer Bitsuie.” You knew that last name but from where? It was right on the tip of your tongue.

    “You deliver here all the time,” Saul says. “Are you the only one?”

    You shake your head. “There’s another, but she works on the opposite end of the town. Mainly the college area.”

    “Don’t they have a cafe on site?” He asks.

    “Yeah, but they aren’t half as good as the cafe in town.” You put the payment away. “Ok, well, if there’s anything else you need just call.”

    “Uhm-” his voice cracks and when you look back at him he looks nauseous. 

    “Yes?” You ask. 

    He looks down and then back up. “Are you free tonight?” His voice squeaks and cracks as he asks you.

    You turn back around to face him. “Uhm, yeah,” your heart is thrashing about in your chest now. Your palms feel sweaty, and your mouth goes dry.

    “Great!” He gasps. “uhh...Silver Bullet?” He asks. “Around seven?”

    You nod, feeling a little eager with it and your neck pops. “Ok, I’ll see you then!” As you wave and walk out the door, you hear a thud and crash. Glancing through the window, you see Saul has fallen over again.

    You head home directly after work so you can shower and change. You attempt some light makeup, you’re not very good at it, and you only have some eyeliner and lipgloss. You don’t have many going out clothes either. Pretty much all you ever wear are jeans and tee shirts. So you wear a sundress and your leather jacket. 

    Heading to the bar and going inside, Saul stands out like a sour thumb. He’s so tall, and he looks so awkward where he’s standing it’s as if there is a bubble around him. When he sees you, he bursts into a smile and races over to meet you.

    “Hi! You look nice. I ordered you a drink I hope that ok.” He’s so nervous his words come out in one long stream. You feel a bit more at ease knowing he’s just as nervous as you.

    “Hey,” you take the beer he’s gotten for you. “Thanks.” You don’t drink beer, but you feel bad turning it away.

    “I was a little early,” he murmurs. “Well, a lot early actually.”

    You go and sit down at a booth where it’s a little more private to talk. “How early?” You ask.

    “An hour,” he admits. “My brother was telling me I was acting silly. I  uhm...kind of called him for advice.”

    “Your brother?” You’re smiling at how cute that is when it finally clicks. His last name is Bitsuie, the same as Adam, the alpha of the town. 

    “Yeah, I’m not used to going on dates or anything. I was asking Adam what I should do,” he admits shyly.

    “Well, what did he say?” You ask.

    Saul chuckles. “He said to be me. If you accepted you must have liked something about me anyways.” He looks at you, cheeks flushed and eyes so cute and sweet. 

    You smile at him and nod. “There is something I like.” The attraction you had for Saul was instant. All werewolves had that knowledge when they met someone with whom they are compatible. Saul was merely your first. 

    “You didn’t want to go through the courtship ritual?” You ask.

    “I wasn’t sure,” Saul replies. “I mean, we’re both weres so...I didn’t know what I should do in the situation.”

    You chuckle. “I much prefer this,” you reply. “I’m not a very good hunter. I’m good at running, but I don’t like killing anything.”

    He breaks into a great big grin. “Really? Me too!” He fidgets with the label on his beer. “I like animals,” he says. “I’ve always been good with them. Even though I’m a were and all, I’ve never been able to bring myself to hunt. Hell, my sister and I are vegetarians.”

    You smile at him. “I eat meat from time to time,” you tell him. “But I’ve never had the urge to hunt.”

    “Eating meat is ok,” he says. “I’ve just never liked it myself.”

    The two of you end up leaving the bar and going on a walk through the park. He takes your hand, and you're pleased to find his palm his shaky. You squeeze his hand, reassuring him and he presses back. 

    “Your brother is a butcher, how does that work?” You ask him.

    He chuckles. “Adam took over the shop; it’s always been in our family. It’s a necessary business here. I’d much rather the meat gets used than go to waste.”

    “That’s true.” 

    He walks you home after that. You turn to him as you stand before your door, not wanting to say goodbye. “Would you like to come in?” You ask.

    He fidgets. “I want to,” he says. “But, I’d rather wait.”

    You’re a little shocked. “Oh, that’s fine,” you reply. 

    “Trust me; I want to,” he says. “I’ve never had these...animal urges before,” he admits, his face going red again. “While we were walking, I thought how easy it would be to shift and take you there in the park.”

    You bite your lip, having had the same thought that he did.

    “I didn’t want to be that animal,” he says. “If we aren’t going to do the courtship ritual then I want to do something to at least earn you-” You cut him off, tugging him down and kissing him heatedly. You release him, and he looks dumbstruck and happy.

    “It’s ok,” you reassure him. “We can do our own thing before we seal the deal. However,” you inch close to him, tugging him down to whisper in his ear. “I wanted you to take me into your car and fuck me in the backseat.”

    “Oh!” he gasps.

    You step back and smirk up at him. “When can we meet again?”

    “Tomorrow?” His voice cracks and he clears his throat. “I mean, tomorrow morning?” He asks. “If you want I can deliver to you.”

    You grin. “I actually have tomorrow off, so I’ll be home in the morning.” You stand on tiptoe to kiss him again. “See you then.”

    He waves excitedly to you and bounds off.

    You’re usually an early riser for work, so sleeping in for you is maybe a half hour longer than usual. You get up and start to make coffee when there is a knock on your door. You yawn as you answer it and see Saul standing there holding a bag.

    “Good morning,” you say.

    His cheeks burn red. “Morning,” he walks inside and dips down to kiss you. “I brought breakfast.” 

    “I was just getting ready to make coffee,” you say as you take the bag.

    “Oh no!” he gasps. “I forgot the coffee at the diner! I’ll go get, so you don’t have-”

    You grab his wrist before he bolts out the door. “Wait for a second, wait,” you giggle. “I don’t mind making coffee, stay put.” You lead him into the kitchen and have him sit down.

    As you get the coffee pot ready, he sighs. “I had dreams last night,” he admits. “About...what you said to me.”

    You turn and look at him, his face red and lips parted. He looks dreamy and far away. “Sorry, I probably shouldn’t tell you that.”

    “Go on,” you start the coffee and you sit on his lap. “Tell me.”

    He swallows, and he puts his hands around you. “I shouldn’t.”

    You kiss him and touch his cheek. Your fingers trace along his scars, and he pushes your hand away. “Sorry,” he murmurs. “They’re rough aren’t they?”

    You touch the scars again and shake your head. “I’ve seen worse.”

    He frowns and nuzzles into your palm. “I know I’m not pretty like Adam is,” he murmurs. “I’m awkward and gangly, and I look twelve and-”

    You press your palm over his mouth. “You’re beautiful to me,” you tell him. “I liked you the moment I met you. My gut knew you were mine and I was yours. You keep talking bad about what’s mine; I’ll teach you a hard lesson.”

    He swipes your hand away and kisses you. You fall out of the chair onto the ground as he drags his sharp teeth down your neck. “I’m sorry,” he moans. “I can’t stop.” He rips open your pajamas and kisses your bare skin. His tongue traces the freckles on your chest and down your stomach.

    “Saul,” you moan out, feeling his hands turn into claws and paws. You feel his muzzle and his soft fur. As he lifts his head, his eyepatch falls away. You see the milky eye underneath, and he dips down, kissing you. “This…” you struggle to get the words out. “This is...my first time…”

    He stills and wrenches himself away. “I’m sorry,” he laughs. “I got...heated.” He sits back up, placing you in his lap again. He nuzzles to your neck and licks. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

    You slip off his lap as your start to shift. “You need to finish what you start.” You kneel down between his legs and tug his pants down. His fur is soft brown, but his cock is bright red. You smirk, taking it into your mouth. He whimpers and grips the sides of the chair as you suck upon him. You moan and gasp, slurping him up and feeling his heat upon your tongue.

    “Oh wow,” he moans. 

    You look up at him, seeing his eyes focused upon you. You pull up, your long tongue lapping up his shaft. The coffee pot bubbles and hisses and he picks you up, throwing you over the table. He comes up behind you and rips your panties away. You whimper, feeling his fingers rub against you.

    “You’re dripping,” he growls as he bends over top of you. His fingers open your folds and tease your clit. Your tail starts to wag as he does this. “I kept dreaming about you,” he moans into your ear. “You wouldn’t leave me.”

    “I dreamed about you too,” you pant.

    He moves his hand away. “What about?”

    You bite your lip and grunt. “You taking me on my kitchen table.”

    “Even though I’m your first?” He murmurs into your ear. He moves his hand away, and you grunt in frustration. 

    “Yes,” you whisper. “I want you to be my first.”

He kisses you and bites the nape of your neck. “If I hurt you, tell me.” You feel him at your entrance, and you bite your lip. His thick cock eases inside you, stretching your inner walls tight. It feels so good you let out a low howl as he plunges deeper. He grunts and moans as he moves. You can smell the coffee and hear it sizzle as the pot fills up. 

He bites the nape of your neck, and you have to hold back your voice so that you don’t get too loud. You don’t want to wake the neighbors. He grunts, thrusting harder inside you. You feel the knot at the base of his shaft, and you know he wants to push it inside. You want it to, to feel him completely. This happened faster than you meant it too, but you wouldn’t change anything now.

Saul stills for a moment, thrusting once before he starts to push. You feel his knot ease inside, stretching your more until it pops into place. He’s locked in now. His movements have to be precise, and he grinds inside you. To your joy, you find his knot rubs against your most sensitive spot. A few well time thrusts, and you are a goner. Your back arches and you throw your head back, you start to howl, but your voice cracks off, you cry out silently. He snarls and kisses you, you feel him inside, warm and thick. 

After a few moments, he pulls back, popping out of you. You slip to your knees, your hands gripping the edge of the table. He scoops you up and carries you to the sofa. He lays you down and leaves for a moment before returning with coffee and the food.

“Sorry,” he says with a nervous smile. 

“For what?” You take the coffee and tug him down for a kiss. “That was absolutely amazing.”

He curls up with you on the sofa. “But...it was your first,” he mutters, his ears going flat against the back of his head.

“And?” You crawl into his lap and offer him a sip of your coffee. “We couldn’t stop it. It happened. Didn’t you enjoy it?”

He smiles softly. “How could I not?”

You kiss his cheek. “Then we’re both happy. Isn’t that how it’s supposed to go?”

He smiles and nuzzles to your cheek. “Yeah, you’re right.”

His legs are so long they don’t fit on your small sofa, they hang off the edge like a pair of skis. You snuggle close to him though, eating and giggling all morning. Sure, this wasn’t how courtships usually went, but you didn’t mind it at all. You wouldn’t change a thing. 

“I promise I’ll be better behaved from here on out,” he kisses your shoulder. “We’ll do things properly.”

“That was pretty proper in my book,” you giggle.

He puts his hand around your mouth. “Dates and more romantic walks,” he smirks. “Not just jumping into bed every time we’re alone.”

“Fine,” you agree. You beam up at Saul. “What time do you have to go to work.”

“Oh shit!” He scrambles off the couch and races around trying to find all his clothes. Once dressed he comes back over and kisses you. “Can I see you tonight too?”

“Of course.” You kiss his cheek. “I’ll make dinner for you.”

“Thank you,” he smiles dreamily. He then rushes out the door, and you look over, seeing his underwear hanging off the back of the chair.