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“I’ve only been here for a week! What do you mean I’m leading the S team!” Outrage overtook your senses. S squad referring to the scent squad of hounds you’d just joined. You finished your basic training, and your in-depth fighting. You’ve passed your scenting with flying colors. Perfected scent blockers used on bombs and grenade. You can pick up the scent of gun powder over 6 miles away.
S team finds and quickly disarms bombs, landmines, and any explosives that may prove to be a threat. S team has no more than 7 members, and 5 of them aren’t even werewolves.
“Easy, it’s a simple mission. We believe there to be dangerous explosives beneath cartel territory. Find and take the tunnels, take the explosives, disarm them and bring them back. Like a little game of fetch.” A man who wasn’t your normal squad trainer decided to speak up. He had a peculiar mask covering his face with a skull, his eyes barely available to read to see if he’s being sarcastic or an ass.
“And who are you?”
“Ghost. But you can call me Lieutenant.” His learned back against the metal doorframe of the S team barracks.” I’ll be leading this operation, and I’d like to have a pup with a good sense of smell.”
“Don’t call me pup.” Your eyes narrowed dangerously.
He pushed off the doorframe, easily towering over you, but you weren’t intimidated. You’ve fought worst, you’re a werewolf for Christs sake, a human doesn’t scare you. Let alone a human too scared to show his face.
You sized him up the same way he did you, while he looked down at you, you refused to break it and lower your head.
“Hm.” He hums, as if his approval or respect has been earned. You didn’t need it regardless.” I advise you to stand down. Wouldn’t want a write up.” He pops the ‘p’ at the end, still trying to make you back down. The trainer had put his arm between the two of you.
“Let’s all relax.” Most of his attention directed to you rather than Ghost.
“Be ready at 12 am. You’re leading the hunt. Make sure your nose is good, pup.”
The time ticked away like no other. It was 6pm when you met this Ghost, cartoon character mother fucker, and it was 12:01 when you seen him again. S team doesn’t carry huge weapons, they aren’t made for war, they need to be fast, agile, no automatics or rifles. You had two pistols at your thighs and knives just above your butt, easy to grab just in case, but other than that, you’d be fine changing and ripping someone to shreds.
“You’re late.”
You don’t say anything.
“Excuse me, doll face. When your lieutenant addresses you, you’re supposed to answer.”
“Don’t tempt me.” A threat at the snark that could actually come out of your mouth. You give him a look before climbing into the truck.”Won’t happen again.” You make sure to say it with a tone just to appease him, just to shut him up like a child who wants candy. Just to hear a ‘yes, you can have the chocolate.’
“Alright, we’ll rendezvous at the front of this base, we’re cleaning out the house and the next two we know in the area, it would be appreciated if we all don’t blow up while in there. Dismissed.”
“Sir.” Your team says. You’ve only got one other wolf with you. Between wolves, once a bond is formed, a deeper telepathic bond can be instated. And it’s nice having another girl to talk to. Her name is Abbey, she’s got four years on you, but she’s more clumsy than you.
Still has one hell of a nose.
“Alright, we’re up.” You jump down from the truck, your squad low as you approach the back of the house. It’s poorly built and appears abandoned, but it’s nothing special inside. The house just hides the tunnel, you gather, but the tunnel is hidden in the house. You can smell it.
Your eyes dilate, and Abbey feels your excitement. That thrill of locking onto a scent, of catching what you’re supposed to. You’re not sure if it’s the canine in you, but the excitement grows as you follow it.
Abbey tails behind you, taking in a deep breath, covering you as she does do.
“Here.” You kick aside the small mattress, revealing the hole leading down to the tunnel. It’s dark for a human, but for you and Abbey, this was a cake walk. Enhanced vision makes it easy.
“Y/n.” Abbey says once she’s dropped down, covering you as you do the same.
“Yeah?”
“Hear that?” To a human, it would be a low vibration, but to you, it’s a rhythmic beat. Not music.
Like torture.
You slowly move in the front, Abbey watching your flank as a light slowly becomes clear in the distance. But it’s dim.
Someone’s crying. But that rhythm is becoming louder, shaking both of your sensitive ears.
“Smells like sex.”
You pull one of your guns from your thigh strap, pointing as you round the small curve in the tunnel. Cold metal between your hands still and precise. If anything jumped out it would be dead in a millisecond.
There’s three girls laying on their stomachs, the third being used for a large man’s pleasure. Another man standing there holding a cigarette between his lips as he counts a stack of cash.
The first two are dead. You smell it, Abbey turns for a brief second to gather herself.
You react instantly, pulling to shoot the man for him to fall beside the motionless girl. She isn’t dead, but she’s barely holding on. You slowly move towards the opening, Abbey covering you as you grab the girls arm, tugging her to feel her pulse. Both guns are pointed at the man with the cigarette
“Hey!” He holds his hands up above his head.” Listen, this is just-“
“Hands behind your back.” You approach, taking the pair of handcuffs from Abbey, she rounds him to get to the girl, gun still pointed ag him. Closing one cuff around his wrist while the fear in his eyes grew brutally large..” Nice and easy.” As he turns you shove him against the wall, locking his other hand before he could try to whip around.
“She’s drugged.” Abbey confirms, her hand at the unresponsive girls neck to count her pulse. By the look on her face it was worrisome. She takes her radio, connecting to ghost.
“L.T?”
“Go on.”
“No explosives. Two women deceased and one girl just barely holding on. They aren’t selling weapons.” Abbey says.” The tunnels empty, there’s nothing else above.”
“Christ.” He curses.” Get her out of there. Is there anyone else?”
“The guy selling. Y/n’s got him under control.”
“Atta girl.” He jeers,” took less time than we expected. Their base is empty, second base is cleared out except some lubricant. Explains the pills and needles probably birth control and sedatives.”
“Meet back at the house.”
“Negative, I need you girls to haul it on foot for the time being, we’ve got one more site to check and I’ll pick you up.”
“Copy.”
“Out.”
You grab the man by his bullet proof vest while Abbey picks the girl up over her shoulder. The dead one over her other and the second deceased on yours. As wolves you can carry a heavy load more than your body weight for hours. No problem.
But walking with it back to base. With the scent of death and a struggling hostile.
-
“Listen, I have a family to feed ok!? Just let me go! My wife needs me, I have no other means!” Explaining himself won’t get him far. Making ends meet is a dirty sorry excuse for human trafficking.
Neither of you answer him, silently walking though the cool morning air. It was only 2:06. The mission was intended to take hours, maybe two days. But, at least there weren’t active explosives. Base was a few more miles away, it would be a long walk especially with this man’s occasional struggling. He’s recently injured, just a bullet graze trying to heal on his side.
You hear a whistle behind you accompanying the large truck as it pulls beside the two of you.
“Alright, throw him in.” And you quite literally did, he lets out a choked sob as he lands on his cuffed hands.
“Good job, squad leader.” You figured he was a serious man before, but the longer you’re near him you see he’s more interested in annoying you. He’s cut throat with everyone else, and just keeps finding a way to mess with you.
“Thanks.” You say tightly. The barracks couldn’t come fast enough. You’re exhausted after your predatory scent high.
“So, how did you end up on the S team?”
“Hand picked, same way for 141, correct?”
“But how? You seem dainty.” He said cooly. A part of you thought he wanted to see your limit, or maybe he was so bored after finding nothing interesting. Just a poorly constructed sex traffic ring.
“I’m good at what I do. I..nevermind.”
“Speak. Freely.” He leans back.” Humor me.”
“I used to be a private investigator for politicians with temper tantrums. I had to…silence a lot of people in my time.”
“Does private investigator mean paid to kill? A hit woman.”
You purse your lips. You don’t necessarily have to answer him.
“Crickets, eh? Well you must be good enough to be drafted like that. Took a look into your records after you tried to check me. Perfect aim, great fighter and killer, but you can perfect your submissions.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Your ego took the hit for that one. You wanted to just ignore him, but perfection was always your goal.
“Everything doesn’t need to end in a blood bath. Someone can tap out and submit.”
“I’ve never had that option. Ever.”
“Well, you can come to the gym sometime and get some lessons from a pro, pup.” You can hear the smile in his voice.
“I told you not to call me that. Maskface.”
“Ghost.” He corrects.” You hadn’t exactly told me your name.”
“You looked in my records didn’t you?” You scoff. You look off as you approach the base set up a few miles from your mission.” Fucking coward.” You mumble beneath your breath.” Stepping out of the vehicle before it comes to a complete stop. You take hold of the girl helping her now shivering body up, carrying her to the medic tent as fast as you can. She’s slowly sobering up and becoming aware of her surroundings.
You dropped her off on one of the free beds with other victims. Surprisingly none of your fellow soldiers had been in here yet, just civilians caught in the wrong place. The doctors rushing to her side with fluids, nurses ready to take her blood for testing and to get that filthy tee shirt off her open wounds.
“Well.” He’s leaning against the hood of the truck as you exit the tent.” I want to see you fight.”
“Sir.” You narrow your eyes, obviously sarcastic when addressing him.” I’m tired. I’d like to go to bed, please.”
“That’s an order, pup.” His hands come behind his back. He wouldn’t let you rest easy until you came to the gym.
-
You changed into something more comfortable. Shorts and a black tee shirt that just touched the tips of your thighs. It was too big, so you usually used it to sleep in.
“There she is.” He announced your arrival to no one. You can hear your own shoes on the squeaky floor of the gym as you step in.
“Why are you picking on me?”
“Because no one holds their head high to me.” His voice deepens, approaching once more. You thought he was trying to fight you right then and there, but you had to realize the mat needed to be rolled out first. It was behind you leaning on the wall.
He flattens out the mat, but you’re sure it won’t cushion your fall too much if you’re thrown into it. He’s a big man. Genetically speaking, you are stronger than him. You are a wolf.
But he’s a trained solider. Only when he’s wearing less layers did you notice the deep lines of his torso coming to life. His arms lifted, big biceps probably the size of your head protecting his face. He was an armored tank like this. Your stance was similar, one hand down, the second up. You were purely reflexive, it was the best way to fight.
He swung, you stepped back, shooting out and landing a jab to his face. He grunts, amused, but not in pain.
“A little stinger, huh? Alright, I won’t go light on you.”
“I have to go light on you. I could kill you.” He chuckled before moving towards you. He was strategic, but so were you. He hasn’t landed a hit on you. He was fast for his size, but he wasn’t as fast as you. You know the moves he’ll make based on his body language alone. You can read every turn and fake outs.
You move to land another hit, he grabs your wrist instead pulling you close before slamming you down and locking that arm behind your back. He drops his heavy body down on your back, a pain in the ass after saying he’d go easy. Lining his hips with yours he’s secured you to the floor.
“Careful there, doll face. Now be smart, and submit.” You feel his arm come around your neck, not squeezing just a reminder.
“No.” You bucked up, and his muscles contracted tightly, letting your arm go for you to struggle beneath his body weight. A knee crammed between yours, keeping you from fully finding a center to push up from, his thick muscular thigh keeping your legs sliding on the mat for purchase.
“Submit.” He commands. He doesn’t actually want to win. He just wants to embarrass you, make you feel small and make you know your place. As weaker than him. He’d eat that right up, the thought of you actually begging for you life.
You bring your arms in tight, reeling back tight to elbow him in his ribs. He didn’t budge, just pushed his thigh further, closer.
You whine quite like an endangered puppy, pushing up to try with all your might. You feel him him bear down harder, his hips connected to your ass, keeping you against that mat.
“Ghost.” You struggle to speak.
“Come on pup, submit.” He had no mercy whether you passed out or not. His arm tightened once more, really a bone crushing grip on your neck.” Submit.” He says once again. You can hear the sadistic rise in his voice, that want for feel you beg for him to let you go. He may not let you go once you submit just to see you cry some more.
Your head was starting to spin, colors popping along your eyes as your vision began to blur and sway.You push up as hard as you can, but to no avail. You are bumping him but not without enough power. He has the mobility to keep fixing himself over you to subdue your actions. He had the patience. The only thing you seemed to be doing was…
You feel it. Feel him.
You tap his arm several times before he lets go, you struggle to breathe at first, a coughing fit burning your throat tragically. You take each mouthful of air like it would be your last.
“Breathe pup.”
“Do you have a knife in your pocket?” You ask slowly.
“I don’t.”
“A gun?”
“I’m in sweats and it’s three in the morning. No.”
You take down a hard gulp.
“What are you trying to do?” You ask. Turning from your stomach to sit with your legs crossed.
“I think it’s best you run back with your tail tucked. Tell your mates all about how you had to tap.”
“Answer my question.”
“I don’t have to answer shit, pup.”
“You didn’t invite me here alone just to put your thigh on my cunt and walk away like nothing happened.”
“Just a submission tactic.” He dismissed the notion. Something more was there the way he stood there over you. The way his eyes bore into you. He didn’t want you to leave.
“You want me to submit? You’ll have to try a little harder than that.” Your eyes drag down his figure.” You got me here to yourself , now make your move lieutenant.”
His head cocked to the side to look at you.
“Unless you’re still a coward.”
“On your stomach, ass up.” He demanded sharply.
“You’ll have to do that yourself.” He’s on his knees in seconds, grabbing your ankles and pulling you to him. You can feel your body heat up. Being naturally nocturnal this is what you want to do in the night. Not sleep, not masturbate, you want what burning hot pleasure that comes from a large dominant male.
The wolf in you wants to be strong, to be fearless, but the female wolf wants to be bred. Treated like a woman, fucked how you deserve to be.
Your hand shoots out to his neck. If he wants you he’ll have to work for it. Slapping your hand away was easy, but now he’s not sure he’ll get an opportunity to pin you like that again.
He tries to turn you, your bottom staying on the mat as far as your concerned. Pinning his arm between your legs and locking his head in your strong thighs as well. He struggles, lifting your body to slam you back down on the mat.
“Submit.” You mock his voice and accent, gaining a laugh, an actual laugh from the lieutenant. From where his large hand sits on your chest, he reaches, prying your strong thighs open until you’re hip to ass once again. Pinning your small wrists above your head. It doesn’t take much for him to get your on your stomach, you’ve stopped fighting, biting your lip as you rise your own hips, pushing them back against the tent in his sweats. He thrusts forward to tease, but now it’s only teasing himself.
“Christ.” He traces those hands up your sides, then back down, hooking at your shorts as he does and tugs them down to your thighs. Your bare ass now exposed, you push back once more, the tip of his cock touching your bare pussy through his sweats.
“Off.” You whine.
“This is your natural place, innit? Face down, ass high to be fucked. You’re meant to be like this for me. Meant to be presented to me.”
Raspy breaths climb from your mouth as you finally feel skin on skin, his cock sliding between your folds to catch the silky wetness of your cunt.
“That smell, what is that, to attract males or something?” He pushes back the want to bury his face in your cunt for now, instead trying to enjoy whatever sweet scent his mask allows to filter through.
You don’t answer him, just pushing back against the cock now touching your thigh, you look under to see what you’re dealing with, the thick tip of it, hot against you and already leaking. Shiny with your wetness.
“Hurry-“ he pushed down on your back and silenced you. To get what you want you have to behave. You submit beneath him for now.
“I’ll take my time.” He pushes a finger between your folds, much finger then your own as he feels the swollen nub at the crown of your pussy, aching, hungry. Your hips buck down to grind on his finger as you convulse, throbbing like never before.
You’ve gone into heat, and it hasn’t felt like this. Never this starving got a taste of what can feel so good.
You grab his wrist between your legs, desperately keeping it there as you grind down against those fingers.
“So this is what it takes to gain your respect. I’ve got to fuck you on this dirty mat, turn your mind to jelly, then you’ll behave swimmingly.” He tries to look at your face buried in the mat, but he can only see your bright cheeks.” Isn’t that embarrassing doll face? How many other men have to do this for your respect?”
“You’re the only one who’s annoying.”
“Yet you use my hand. You’re dripping like your melting.” He tugs his hand from your grasp, wet with your wetness as he brings it to his cock to stroke along the head.
“So no one else gets the Y/n special treatment?”
“If you’re asking if I’m a whore, the answer is no.” Your back arched in like a cat under the pressure of his hand, this time wiggling your hips for his attention, the tip of his large cock just barely ticking your folds.” I can be one for this morning.”
You feel the stretch of his cock finally shoving its way into you, slowly as to be careful, but that’s not what you need. Wolves don’t do slow, and wolves don’t do gentle. You push back, engulfing his cock in your warmth.
“Bloody fucking—,” he holds your hips to keep them still, your cunt squeezing him with sweet tightness a man doesn’t get to feel when he’s out risking his life.
“Move.” You try to twist, to scowl at him, instead a grow of pleasure leaves your lips as he pushes your head down into the mat, hips popping against your ass, loud and filthy wet sounds erupt and echo in the emptiness of the training gym.
The desperate roll of his hips reached deep, somewhere your own fingers could never touch, a spot you hadn’t even known truly existed. A show of fireworks played over your eyes, loud booms over taking your ears and blinding your eyes with colors you can’t name in shapes you don’t have words for.
The shape of his fingers bruised into the skin of your ass, roughly claiming what ever power you though you had over him and shoving it back into your face. Your sense of smell clouded with the scent of him, his arousal being the best thing your nose ever picked up.
Mesmerized by the way your cunt sucked him in deep, he’s so hungry for more of you, he’s hungrier than you. You’d only be this wet one time every six months when your heat disrupted your week. Never had you ever felt such a river breaking off into micro streams down your thighs and into your shorts.
Ghost was rough, rougher than any man you’d been with, his power alone almost making your reinforced body crumble beneath him.
“That’s it pup. Moan for me. Any louder and someone will find you pinned.”
You can barely focus on his words, you reach behind you to try and grab his wrist, instead he pulls you up, twisting that same arm behind your back and bringing a cry of pain from your lips.
He doesn’t stop, twisting it hard and pressing it into your back as a hand closes on your throat, pushing deeper without the sound of your ass giving you away. This new angle bringing a tighter fit, making ghost hit all those spots spread around your pussy like chicken feed.
It was impossible trying to meet him as you quite literally fucked your brain to mush. You had. No thoughts, nothing could even cross your mind even as you closed your eyes. You only knew how to moan, teeth gritted as that familiar flood pooled into your stomach, that deep, tense ride that made your skin light ablaze, your mouth opening wide as you struggled to breathe.
“Ghost, I—“ your eyes squeezed shit, clenching around ghosts cock like a vice, but he fucked you through it. He wouldn’t stop.
“Come, pup. Let me see, let me see.” His deep voice cuts into your ear. You don’t need anything else, his hips rutting stuttering as you clench tighter , muscles spasming like never before as you lean forward, body so tense as the waves of your orgasm tumbled over your spine and down your legs.
“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck!” Your breathing ragged, voiced overused and too tight, too painful to keep trying to speak. High pitched whines leave your throat, wave after wave prolonged with every thrust. Ghost wasn’t far behind you, the melody of his alto coming to a an abrupt halt, pulling out and adding to those streams of wetness between your thighs.
You collapse beneath him, half expecting him to gather himself and leave you to it. As long as you’re up before 5 am, you’ve got nothing to worry about.
But instead he picks you up, fixing your legs to pull up your shorts as best as he could carrying you in his arms.
“See how good it is to submit, pup.”
“Ghost…” you try to blink sway the tiredness but it doesn’t leave you that easily.
“I got you. I’ll get you bathed and in bed before anyone notices.”
“Abbey will know.”
“You’re paranoid.” He fixed tou in his grip do your head could rest at his bicep.” You’re a worthy partner to train with, you actually stand half a chance. I got to fight for once.” You chuckle with him.
“Me too.”
“Pup, let me know when your heat comes up, I’ll ride it out with you.”
“That’s not an easy task. Be careful what you’re offering.”
“I can handle you. I just did.” The showers are usually empty before 5 am. There’s a bath to soak in usually for ice baths on soar muscles after long missions, but ghost sits you in it with warm water filling it.
“I’ll see if you can keep handling me.”