Wolf Cabin: Chapter 8

I go through the routine of drinking and playing cards with Hunter and Brandon, but my mind is more on my phone than the game. When it finally beeps, despite the risk of them seeing my screen, I want to look at it immediately.

Celine has been sending me pictures of herself all evening, each one raunchier than the last.

She’s on a date. A first date, and her pictures so far have included shots of her kissing some guy and being felt up by him. His hands on her tits, and between her legs.

I chug down some beer and get my chance while Hunter shuffles the deck. Under the guise of turning up the music on the sound system, I sneak a glance at the message.

What I see makes my cock jump to attention. The photo is of a naked female ass. In the shadow beneath the cheeks I can just about make out a guy’s dick sliding into her pussy.

I groan. Is it real? Is she fucking that guy right now?

The photo is tantalizing but it is not enough, and Celine knows it. That’s why she sent it to me.

I don’t know how she guessed I like to watch, but she has been teasing me for weeks. And hell, even though I have the most amazing girlfriend, a picture like this is guaranteed to get me hot and horny.

If only Jenna wasn’t so shy. I’m crazy about her. If it had been her sending me steamy snaps like that I’d be on her like a shot.

I scowl. I should be furious at the idea of my woman with another man. Heck, the thought does make me jealous, but part of me is desperate to see it.

Isn’t it bad enough that I wrecked my last relationship like that? I am determined not to wreck this one too.

Jenna is different. I have never wanted a woman like I want her, never laughed as much or talked long into the night. I want her to only love me, not run the risk she might fall for another guy. So why does it turn me on so much to see other men’s hands on her? What the heck is wrong with me?

I know she has been frustrated with me and she came on this holiday to get closer to me, but I can’t seem to get into it.

Suddenly missing her I look around, half thinking she might have returned to the lounge without me noticing and be curled up with a book near the fire. She would normally have kissed me when she came back into the room, but she’d been acting oddly all through dinner.

She isn’t by the fire. Surely she can’t still be in the kitchen washing dishes? Uncle Logan went in get a cold one.

And he’s been gone a while.

My heart starts thumping, whether from anxiety or anticipation I can’t tell.

I wonder if I should go in there. I want to badly, but just as I persuade myself that no matter what I see, I will be alright with it, Uncle Logan comes back into the lounge with a fresh pack of beers.

Something about the look on his face makes my stomach clench. He smells of her. I can tell from across the room. And so can Hunter by the look on his face. Even Brandon’s jaw is clenched.

“Is Jenna done washing the dishes?” I ask Uncle Logan, trying to sound casual.

“Not yet.”

The look in his eyes makes me nervous. It is almost an acknowledgement that something happened in the kitchen. I’m desperate to go in there and ask her about it, but I don’t want Uncle Logan to think I’m worried about my girl.

“Are you coming, Finn?”

I realize I have not been listening. “What?”

“The hunt,” says Uncle Logan impatiently.

“Not tonight. I should spend some time with Jenna.”

Uncle Logan and Hunter exchange an amused glance that makes me realize they both know something that I don’t.

Those two have often shared women. The thought that they might have tried to seduce Jenna makes me feel… What? Angry? Aroused?

“Don’t tire her out too much,” says Hunter.

I scowl. She’s my girl. I will tire her out as much as I damn well like.

Moments later the kitchen door opens and Jenna comes out. Her clothes look a little wrinkled and her cheeks are flushed. She smells of werewolf musk where, before, she had smelled of shower gel and shampoo. A tide of jealousy and lust surges in my belly.

She clears her throat nervously and takes a step towards the staircase leading upstairs. “Erm, I’m a bit tired. I think I’ll go to bed.”

“Not so fast,” says Uncle Logan. “Aren’t you going to kiss Finn good night?”

She gives me an apologetic look and clicks over unsteadily on her high heels. When she reaches my chair she bends over to brush her lips with mine. I cup the back of her head and kiss her firmly, probing her lips with my tongue to taste the inside of her mouth.

To my relief she tastes of herself. Not of him. He has not kissed her.

I kiss her for several seconds more, showing Hunter and Uncle Logan that she is mine. All mine.

After I release her, she gives me a tremulous smile. She mumbles goodbye to the others. As she turns to leave, Uncle Logan, who is sitting in the chair next to me, stops her by putting his hand on her waist.

She gives him a wide-eyed look.

“That kiss was enough to make the rest of us jealous,” he says. “We feel like we’re missing out. Is that what you wanted, honey?”

“No,” she says softly, hovering indecisively.

Jealousy growls in my chest. And anticipation too. I realise I am holding my breath, waiting to see what she will do.

She takes a couple of steps over to her stepbrother and, despite his raised eyebrows, quickly gives him a peck on the cheek.

She leans over and tries to do the same to Hunter, but he puts his hands on her slim waist and pulls her closer, making her soft lips land on his.

To my shock, she doesn’t try to pull away. Her pink lips seem to part over Hunter’s, and he takes advantage, plunging his tongue into her mouth to kiss her deeply.

He takes his time exploring her mouth, and his hands slide slowly down her waist towards her buttocks. But when he gets there she pulls away from the kiss and gives a nervous giggle.

My heartbeat is rocketing now. I can’t tell if she enjoyed it. I can’t tell if I am mad or if I wanted her to kiss him for longer.

And now Uncle Logan pats his knee. “Good girl. And now it’s my turn. Don’t be shy.”

He takes her hand and gently tugs her onto his lap, her back towards his chest. I grit my teeth as I watch.

He puts one hand on her thigh. With his other hand he tilts face up towards him. She closes her eyes as he presses his lips onto hers. As he kisses her deeply, her slender hands clutch at his thighs.

I know my uncle is teasing me, seeing what I will do. And yet I cannot move or speak. I am mesmerized.

She is getting into it, I realize. I’ve asked her in the past to make out with guys that she dances with at parties and clubs, and it has always turned me on.

But this is different. This is my uncle. And yet my heart is pounding and my cock is stiff in my pants.

Hunter smirks, enjoying the view, and even Brandon seems unable to tear his eyes from the spectacle. Lines of dark red are slanted across his cheekbones and I can’t tell if it is anger or something else.

As Uncle Logan kisses her deeply, his left hand rises from her thigh almost lazily to her breast. He squeezes it through her top.

She breaks off the kiss, but she doesn’t get up from his lap. She stares up over her shoulder at him with her lips parted as he plays with her breast. I can clearly see the protruding bump of her stiff nipple. His thumb slides back and forth across it.

“You like that, don’t you, baby?” he says.

“Maybe…” she says, shyly glancing towards me. Her pupils are large, as if she is intoxicated.

“Sure you do,” he says. “Finn doesn’t mind. Do you, Finn?”

“Not if she doesn’t,” I find myself saying, my throat dry.

“Then you won’t mind if I show Brandon her pretty little tits?” he says. “He’s the only one here who hasn’t seen them.”

My mouth drops open.

Before I can think how to reply, he pulls down the low scooped neckline of her top. He does it slowly so that she could stop him if she wanted to. She does not.

She sits still as her naked breasts pop out. He gently holds her arms behind her back, forcing her perky tits to jut in Brandon’s direction.

They bounce a little as she squirms on his lap. Brandon’s lips part and his breath quickens in what is unmistakable lust.

He’s just a couple of feet away. He could easily reach over and touch them, and his fingers twitch as if that is exactly what he wants to do.

“Beauties, aren’t they?” says Uncle Logan. “Look at those huge pink nipples. Just looking at them is giving me a hard on. Makes you want to put your mouth on them, doesn’t it?”

Brandon’s fists clench, but he doesn’t say anything.

I don’t either. I cannot believe my uncle has his hand on my girlfriend’s tit.

Uncle Logan gently squeezes a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pulls it out.

“Do you want me to suck on them, baby?”

She shakes her head, blushing furiously, her wide eyes fixed on me.

He laughs, and lets go of her. “I’ll save that for later then,” he says.

She hastily gets up from his lap and pulls up her neckline to cover herself.

All of our eyes stay on them as if she is still naked. We can clearly see her fully engorged nipples through the thin yellow fabric.

Uncle Logan rubs her buttocks through her tiny denim shorts, placing his hands on her as if he is all too familiar with her curves.

“I’ll see you later, baby”, he says to her quietly.

She swallows hard, and then hurries up the stairs.

“Really sweet little girlfriend you’ve got there,” says Uncle Logan to me. “I can’t wait to find out if she tastes as good as she looks.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I demand.

Uncle Logan lets out a slow laugh. “It means exactly what it sounds like. Surely you brought her here knowing that we’d all want a piece of her?”

“The hell I did.”

“Come on, Finn,” says Hunter. “You can’t bring a girl like that on a hunt without knowing that we will want to put our hands all over her.”

“She’s not going out on the hunt,” I retort hotly. “She’s staying in with me.”

I turn on my heel, and it is all I can do to not stomp up the stairs like some sulky kid.

He is right, of course. I knew it. And maybe I thought I would like it. But now I am not so sure.

It is going to be a long trip.