Into the Night: Wolf Shifter Erotica

A night in Metro City cruising to be ridden and filled

The drive into Metro City was long. I had left around 4 pm, straight from work, so I could be at my hotel by 8 pm, giving me enough time to rest up and get dressed for my night out.

I didn't do it often. Go to Metro City for a night at the clubs. But once a month, I got the itch to do some cruising. Sure, my business partner and best friend, Patrick, was good for a blowjob whenever my sexual tension was close to bursting, but I needed more than that.

I needed a good fucking, and Patrick and I had never gone there. Having sex with my best friend would be crossing a line. It would make sharing a bedroom with him difficult. No doubt, we might end up sharing a bed every night. It would be too much like a romantic relationship.

And neither of us wanted that.

I pulled up outside my hotel and found my way into the lobby. It was mostly filled with humans, including the staff. I only caught a whiff of one wolf whose scent wasn't necessary. The Alpha male towered over the humans around him. It was obvious he wasn't one of them.

As an Omega, I was slightly smaller in stature than him, but I still stood taller than most humans. The concierge attendant was immediately suspicious. As well as my height, I was filled out. The girth of my chest and the width of my muscular shoulders usually set off alarm bells.

"I'm checking in," I said to the anxious young woman behind the counter. "Tyler Carmichael."

She tapped away on the computer before looking up at me. "One night?"

"Yeah, just the one. I came in from Creekside for a night out."

She furrowed her brow at me. "Pet insurance?"

I grunted. I had no intention of shifting to wolf form during my stay. Unfortunately, it was unlawful for me to fail to disclose I was a wolf shifter when checking into a hotel.

"Yes," I replied and rolled my shoulders.

"That'll be an extra two hundred dollars."

Jeezus, the price just keeps increasing.

A never-ending case of other wolf shifters ruining it for the rest of us. I'd heard stories of hotel rooms being destroyed when a shifter decided to take on wolf form in their room.

No wonder humans treated us like animals.

I handed her my credit card. The room would be charged to me after my stay. The pet insurance would need to be paid now. Those were the rules. I was bound by them.

With my receipt and small amount of luggage in hand, I headed for what I knew would be one of the worst rooms in the hotel. Wolf shifters weren't given nice rooms.

As expected, my room on the main floor was dark and looked at a brick wall. It honestly didn't matter. I wasn't here for a holiday. I was here to satisfy my urge to mate with a male.

The need was practically unbearable.

I was in heat so I wouldn't be looking to mate with another wolf shifter in case he got me pregnant. I was on birth control but that wasn't a guarantee. I would need to find a human.

After shutting my curtains, I stretched out on the bed, set my alarm, and closed my eyes. I would nap for a couple of hours before getting dressed and heading out to the gay bars.

I passed out completely for the full two hours. A day at work combined with the drive to Metro City had worn me out. I needed to be fresh and rested to embark on the night I had planned.

When I awoke, I slipped into the shower and gave my skin a good scrub. Despite my best efforts, my scent of musk was strong as I toweled off. Humans wouldn't be able to consciously detect it, but other wolves would. Both would be drawn to me. I was fertile and reeked of it.

Within my luggage there were two outfits to choose from. Both were my favorite color—black. I picked my tight leather pants and a sheer, sleeveless crop top. My nipples pinched and itched, fired up because they were on display. Sometimes, a small amount of chest milk would bead at the tips. It was an unusual response to my arousal that Patrick liked to tease me about.

Dressed, I dragged some gel through my dark blond hair that I kept longer on top and styled like a 1950's greaser. To complete the look, I shrugged on my black leather jacket then checked my overall appearance in the mirror.

What stared back at me was a hot sexual predator.

The gay bar in my sights was only a few blocks from the hotel. An easy walk. It was late spring, so the evening was pleasant. I joined the queue along the front of the club.

It didn't take long to get inside. Once I got my bearings, I headed for the bar and ordered a drink. It would be my only alcohol for the night. I needed to stay sharp.

The first sip of the rum and cola went down easy. As expected, it took less than three minutes for the only two Alpha male wolf shifters in the bar to track me down. They crowded up against me on either side, touching and fondling me, and sniffing the air.

They alternated between inhaling my scent and snarling at one another. I put my hands on their chests and gave them a little shove, then drew each of their attention with my eyes.

"Not interested," I said to them both.

"Your scent says otherwise," one of them responded in a low rumbling voice.

"I'm not here for wolves. I don't want to be bred tonight." I was going to stand my ground. No matter how much they tried to intimidate me into complying, I wasn't budging.

"Obey, Omega," the other replied.

My internal subservience pulled hard at me. The Alpha was attempting to get me to bow before him. In the middle of a damned club full of humans.

I gritted my teeth. "Hard no, Alpha. And I don't appreciate you trying to humiliate me."

The other gripped my chin and turned my face toward him. "You need to be tamed."

I tugged away from him. "Absolutely not." I strode out from between them, drink in hand, and walked to the other side of the club. A few human males looked me up and down.

One approached.

"It's been a while since I've seen you in here," he practically shouted into my ear, attempting to speak louder than the booming and thrumming music that had the dance floor filled.

I tucked my face against his ear. "I live in Creekside. Only come into Metro once a month."

"Someone scooped you before I had a chance last time."

I smiled, gripped his bicep, and let my cheek settle on his shoulder. He was much shorter than me, but I managed. "I take it you're still interested in spending some time with me?"

He swept his hand onto my face, cupping my jaw, and turned my face enough that he could lay a sensuous kiss on my lips. I stepped closer to him and ramped up the urgency of our mouths.

In a move of possessiveness, he shifted his hands to grip my waist as I clung to his face.

So good.

With a quick turn, he backed me against the wall and jammed his thigh between my legs, nudging and rubbing my stiffening cock. I moaned into his mouth and tipped my head up when he abandoned it to suck and kiss the full length of my neck.

He pulled away and gazed into my eyes. "Let's get out of here," he shouted.

"Sure." I gave him my best smile. "Just need to know your name."

He took a second to answer. "You can call me Daniel."

I nodded. It wasn't unusual for guys I hooked up with to give a false name. This was about sex. Anonymity was part of the thrill for some guys. And sometimes they identified as straight and wanted to keep their identity a secret in case there was a chance meeting on the streets.

Plausible deniability.

I'm sorry, you're confusing me with someone else. That's not my name.

"Tyler," I said. I had no reason to hide.

"Are you staying at a hotel nearby?"

"Down the street a couple of blocks. It's a crap room but it has a king-sized bed."

Daniel practically purred. "Perfect. I want to spread you out in all sorts of ways."

I tipped my glass to my lips and finished my drink, then led Daniel out of the club and down the street. He kept his hand in contact with the small of my back as we walked.

He liked to be in charge.

When we shut the door to my room, his hands were all over my body. My face, my back, my hips—my ass. We stripped out of our jackets, our mouths on one another not missing a beat.

I tugged Daniel's shirt off over his head, discarded it, and ran my hands down his pecs. They were graspable and covered in glorious hair. I pinched his nipples until he moaned.

My thick nubs hardened and a whoosh sensation swept down my chest to them. I knew I was creating two wet spots on my shirt. The downside of fucking around with humans … it was impossible to keep it a secret that I was a wolf shifter.

The lactation was unusual but the fact the channel beyond my hole became incredibly slick when I was aroused was a dead giveaway.

Best to get it out of the way.

I cupped his face in both hands and separated from his lips.

"I have something I need to tell you," I said.

"I already know. It's why I approached you. I've never fucked a wolf before."

I wrinkled my nose. I disliked being treated as if I was some sort of fetish. I'd heard stories of humans wanting us to shift to wolf form partway through having sex.

That wasn't for me.

Either he wanted me in my human form, or I was done with him.

"I won't be shifting for you," I replied as my dick waned.

Daniel's eyes grew larger, and he shook his head. "No … that's not what I want."

Then what? Why a wolf?

"What do you want from me exactly?"

He used the back of his fingers to caress my cheek. I leaned into it, absorbing the warmth and affection of the action. "I want to hear the unique wolf sounds you make when you cum."

I hummed. I could get on board with that.

My cock recovered, his gentle voice stirring my need to connect with someone other than Patrick. He backed me up against the door and lifted my shirt off over my head.

My milky nipples met Daniel's human male ones. He immediately sensed the dampness and took a step back. He guided both his hands to my pecs and used his thumbs to smear the milk.

Daniel looked up from them and into my eyes. "I don't understand."

To be expected. Humans generally didn't know much about wolf shifters, especially within the big cities as there were so few of us. The ones who were there tended not to breed for pups.

I chose to be direct.

"I'm an Omega which means my body can bear pups. I'm not pregnant but my nipples tend to leak when I'm in heat." I blinked at him. "I'm currently in a deep heat."

I waited as his gaze tracked up and down between my eyes and my chest. I ran my hands into his hair and whined loud enough for those in the hall to hear when he bent forward and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. The suction was intense. I knew I was coating his tongue.

Daniel's eyes were filled with wonder when he returned to me, grinning.

"That is so hot." He trapped me against the door. "You are so fucking hot."

Ditto.

My mind swam with a need so desperate, I barely managed to undo Daniel's pants before pressing him away from me, dropping to my knees at his feet, and freeing his hard cock. It was thick and long and felt incredible on my lips as I licked and sucked the precum from his slit.