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guesthouse." 
    "Well, yours is just
temporary anyway," Steele said apologetically.  "I'm sure
we'll have a more permanent home for you all soon."  His wolf
made a little whining sound - he wanted Bethany's permanent home to
be their home.  Steele shoved his animal's presence back
in his mind - I'm working on
it!
    "Hopefully by the time my brothers get
back," she responded with a smile.  "They managed for two
days, but I don't think any of them were happy sharing a
room."
    Steele coughed.  Yeah, okay, so
he'd put the Bunson family in a house two doors down from him and
lied his ass off when they'd asked if there were bigger
accommodations available anywhere else.  Everyone in the town
knew better than to rat him out.  He hadn't been able to let
Bethany go that far away from him.  Not that the brothers had
spent either night in their shared room - as far as he could tell,
they'd been busy living up to their bunny genes.  Not that any
of the ladies were complaining; apparently being cooped up in
captivity had given the Bunson brothers some serious pent-up
stamina.  Steele shuddered a little bit at the thought of
going so long without any sex during his hormonal
adolescence.
    Not that he was any better off
now.  His cock was raging hard, practically throbbing in
Bethany's presence.  But he was determined to court his mate
appropriately. 
    "Dinner's almost ready," he said,
closing the door and almost groaning as the enclosed space made her
scent seem twice as strong.  Maybe he should open some windows
or something... but he knew that wouldn't really help his enhanced
sensitivity when it came to her.  "I hope you don't mind, but
I kept it simple.  Steak, potatoes and salad."
    Everything was ready except the
potatoes, which were still baking in the oven.  The meat was
resting, the salad was done and just needed to be dressed, he'd
already poured out glasses of water for both of them and opened a
bottle of red wine to breathe.  It was a simple meal, but he'd
tried to make it as romantic as possible by actually using a
tablecloth that had never seen the light of day before, place
settings, and candles.
    But then Bethany went and ruined all
his good intentions.
    "That's great," she said, giving him a
kind of lopsided smile.  "But that's not what I'm hungry
for."
    And then she jumped him.
    ******
    Pleasure zinged through Bethany's body
as she plastered herself against Mr. Tall-Strong-and-PACKING. 
She'd noticed the bulge at the front of his pants, but somehow his
jeans had managed to diminish the reality - and the bulge hadn't
looked small to begin with.  Bethany had a very fleeting
moment of worry, considering that she'd never done this before, but
she figured what the hell - vaginas stretch, right?  She might
have been a virgin when she and her brothers had been taken, but at
eighteen years old she'd had plenty of theoretical knowledge
between sex-ed, her friends, movies, and books.
    She moaned against his lips as she
slid her tongue into his shocked mouth, feeling his hands
automatically grasping at her ass to keep her from sliding down his
front.  Her breasts were mashed against his chest, her pussy
was pressed against his dick through his pants, and it felt like
she'd died and gone to heaven.  With his strong hands gripping
her ass and holding her hips, she was practically rubbing herself
all over his body.
    For once, she and the thing inside of
her head were in perfect agreement.  They both wanted to cover
him in their scent.  Be covered in his delicious scent. 
And, most importantly, get that cherry plucked. 
    Of course, after that, their goals
differed.  Bethany considered Steele to be her first, not her
last, which made the thing inside of her whine plaintively whenever
she thought about it.  But it wasn't like she let it rule
her life.  It would just have to deal.
    All rational thought fled as Steele
suddenly took over.  Bethany went from being the aggressor to
finding herself drowning in a