Wolf Like Me

Leah POV (Age 23)

Leah didn’t get excited for many general holidays, normally because all the decorations made her anxious. The lights were too bright, and the food was different. However, she always loved Fatin’s birthday, and any other days where spoiling her mate was at its centre. 

There was one holiday every year that Leah loved with her entire soul. Valentine’s. 

Since they were young Fatin had always gone out of her way to make Leah smile, but as they got older there came the issue that it was hard to find new gifts. Jewellery had been done so many times, as had books, concerts, meals… the list was endless. And ultimately, this was what came of being together for well over a decade. 

She resorted to taking Fatin out to small concerts or meals but even that got predictable. This year Leah wanted to keep things fresh- to well and truly surprise her mate.

So, Leah stood there in a place she honestly hated more than sports bars. 

Victoria’s Secret.

“Hey, can I help you today?” A perky girl asked, smiling up at Leah in a way that made her feel even more out of place. 

If she turned around, she could leave. The door was only ten paces away. 

Leah let out a breath, no she couldn’t. This was one gift that she had been meaning to get for years now and never once had the confidence. Leah wasn’t sure what Victoria’s secret was, but it certainly wasn’t her body with how little most of these lace pieces covered.

She was going to grab that confidence by the damn horns and run with it. 

“I’m just looking, thanks.” 

Oh, she hated this. Her skin felt as if it was crawling, Leah’s cheeks bright red as she stared at the lingerie. 

Nope. Okay, no. She did not have that confidence. 

Leah went to turn, walking straight into a girl that caught her by the shoulders. “Leah?”

“Shelby?” 

“You’re… shopping for Valentine’s, I take it.” 

“Um, possibly?” 

“Well, so am I. Want a hand?” 

“There’s just so many pieces it’s like a fucking lace puzzle,” Leah mumbled. 

“Oh honey, come on.” Shelby pulled her away from the current stand and over to one that was far more revealing. 

“God, I-”

“Just trust me. Do you want Fatin’s attention? This is one hundred percent the way to make her smile.” 

“Isn’t that a little much?” 

“Oh no. I mean you could go with those over there, but these?” Shelby grinned, holding one up. “Drove Toni to madness. I’ve never been thrown around so much in my life. Really it was worth every cent.” 

Leah’s throat bobbed as she stared at the sheer lace selection. 

“Let’s start with something simple. What colour were you thinking?” 

“I don’t know. Black or something plain?” 

“Sweetie. No.” Shelby shook her head. “You’re always in black bras, I can see your straps. If this is for Fatin, go for what she would like you in. I like pink, but Toni is always weak for a girl in her basketball team colours.”

“Fatin doesn’t play ball.” 

“No, but has she ever said a colour looks good on you?” 

“I wear blue all the time and she likes that.” Leah thought back. Fatin liked everything she wore so it wasn’t exactly straightforward. 

“What colour was the dress she bought you for that event last month? The one she wouldn’t shut up about looking hot on you?” 

Leah felt her cheeks heat. “Burgundy.” 

“Then we try that.” Shelby began holding up burgundy bras by Leah’s cheeks. 

“I don’t plan on wearing it on my head.” 

“Funny,” Shelby drawled. “I’m seeing which ones go best with your complexion.” 

Shelby began passing her things, so many things that Leah didn’t know what on earth to do with them. “What even is this?” 

“Suspender belt, garter, bra, panties, and a camisole.” 

“What?” 

Shelby laughed. “Need a hand?” 

“Please.” 

It wasn’t as if Shelby and Leah hadn’t dressed around each other before. They were close friends and both omegas, so it was normal for them to form close bonds with one another. 

“These clip onto the garter like this.” 

Leah looked down as Shelby clipped her suspender belt to it. 

“Isn’t this a lot for her to take off? It seems like a lot of effort.” 

“That’s the idea.” 

“Oh.” 

Leah stared at her reflexion. She looked good and felt oddly confident in this.

“You look so sexy.” 

She ended up buying two sets, one in blue for herself and one in burgundy for Fatin. 

Shelby ended up dragging her to another shop after, one that Leah oddly felt more comfortable in. Here the workers looked queer, or at least edgy. They had bright-coloured hair and laughed as they talked to one another. 

“Want a hand girls?” The guy asked at the till. A rainbow pin badge sat on his mesh shirt. 

“Nah, we’re good Mark.” 

“You know their names?” 

“I come here a lot. Don’t you?” 

“No. Fatin normally deals with all of… this.” 

Leah went with her to a sex shop once but shopping with Fatin was very different from shopping with Shelby. Firstly, Fatin was loud and confident and shouted, “Leah, come look at the size of this,” from the other side of the store when they went. Then there was the fact that shopping with an alpha was unique. Leah wanted to please Fatin, and often went with whatever she picked up- not finding her voice to say can we try this or that. 

“I shop with Toni sometimes but normally I like to come on my own. Alphas can be kind of hard to shop with.” 

Shelby dragged her to a stand at the back of the shop. 

“What do you like?” 

Staring up at the stand, she rocked nervously on her heels. “I suppose I haven’t thought about it much.” 

Nodding, Shelby nudged Leah further up the aisle. “Okay, let’s start with scents.” 

That was easy; Leah picked up the pheromones that Fatin had got her last year at Christmas. They smelled intoxicating to Leah but had a cinnamon edge that left her craving more of Fatin whenever she wore it. She grabbed four boxes, shoving them in the basket. 

Shelby grabbed some marshmallow ones; doing the same. 

“Size preference?” 

“Fatin always goes for these,” Leah said, pointing at the medium-sized ones that were curved. 

“And what do you think of those?” 

“I used to love them but since…” 

“Yeah,” Shelby sighed. “When I started getting closer to my change, they kind of weren’t it for me either. Every wolf is different, some size down and some size up around the time of hormone changes but listen to what your body wants. I get these ones now that I’ve gone through it.” Shelby gestured to some that were visibly larger but still curved. “For me sizing up was needed.” 

Leah reached for a larger blue one, dropping it into the basket. 

Shelby reached for one size up from what Leah had chosen, dropping it into Leah’s basket too. “Trust me, you won’t want it yet but when you hit your first sex heat you’ll want choices depending on mood. Do you already have smaller ones? Sometimes longer heats make me want to size down.”  

“Yeah, we have small and medium ones already.” 

She left it in the basket, Leah liked to be prepared. 

Shelby took her further around the store, grabbing things that made Leah cough on the air around her as she read the packaging. 

“Plugs,” Shelby said with a smile. 

“What?” 

“Anal penetration.” 

Leah’s jaw hung open. “Isn’t that painful?” 

“Not if done correctly. Honestly, it kinda helps when my emotions get haywire. Sometimes Toni can be strapping me, and my wolf still doesn’t think she’s close enough. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s a longer bond thing.” 

“I get like that sometimes. I know Fatin is there and in me, but I feel like she’s miles away.” 

Shelby nodded. “It’s not for everyone but some wolves find that it helps. Here, start small.” Shelby grabbed her the smallest plug and another that was one size up. “You may find that’s enough anyway. There’s also strap attachments.” 

“Strap attachments?” 

“Do you want one?” 

“Are they bigger?” 

Shelby shook her head. “They do starters in those too.”

Shelby dropped the plug in the basket along with the lubricant. “Here.” She passed her a small black dildo. 

“What if Fatin isn’t into that?” 

“Then she’ll say. But maybe explain that you want to try it for heat and bond purposes. If her wolf knows it might help you through discomfort, she’ll likely want to try.” 

Leah placed the basket down and paid as Shelby grabbed a load of other things, grinning up at her as Leah stared at the rope. 

That she was totally not ready for.

The next week Valentine’s Day rolled around. Fatin left early for work but had breakfast waiting on the table for her with roses in the centre alongside a card. 

Leah, 

As many years as we’ve been together, somehow each year I love you even more than I thought possible. 

You have been with me through every up and down in my life, always a stable weight keeping me grounded. 

I’m sorry I had to leave early today but it means I will be home at three. 

Love you cutie, 

Fatin 

The day passed slowly, Leah’s knee bouncing as the clock struck closer to Fatin’s return. 

She showered, blow-dried her hair and went about curling it. Her makeup took an age even though she didn’t do anything too wild. Then Leah sat there, staring at the bag she had hidden in her closet since she bought it. 

Okay, she could do this. 

Leah took a deep breath in and then began dressing. She put the suspender belt on the wrong way, couldn’t get the stockings up easily, and then spent five minutes trying to hook the ridiculous amount of clasps on the bra together. 

Staring at her reflection she paused. She tugged the camisole over her head -a sheer burgundy piece- and then tugged a satin robe on over the top; tying it shut at the front. 

Her knee continued to bounce for thirty minutes until the sound of the door opening filled the apartment. Fatin came in, stopping still when she saw Leah. Her brow pinched in confusion as she balanced a basket filled with gifts. 

“Did you just get up?” 

Leah shook her head, watching as Fatin’s throat bobbed like she was seriously hoping Leah was doing what she thought she was. 

“Your gift is underneath.” 

At that confirmation Fatin almost dropped her basket, reaching to catch it as her eyes remained on her mate. 

“Leah-” Fatin’s voice was thick with need as she put the basket down on the table between them. “Did you…” 

She stood. “The plushie is really cute,” Leah said, reaching for the jelly cat croissant Fatin had got her. 

She didn’t get a chance to look at the rest of the gifts because Fatin was pulling Leah to the bedroom. 

“Fatin-” 

“Take the gown off.” Fatin perched on the bed, leaning back on her palms. 

Swallowing she nodded, nervous hands beginning to work the knot on her robe open as she let it fall to the floor. 

It was mainly the camisole visible and part of the garter, but Fatin froze. 

“Holy shit.” Fatin looked across every inch of her, fangs dropping as she let out a shaky exhale. 

“Is this okay? I didn’t know what to get this year and thought-”

“You look gorgeous. God Leah, I- I love it.” 

“Really?” 

Fatin nodded slowly, still tracing along her. “Is there more underneath?” 

“Yes.” 

She ran a tongue along her fangs, barely keeping herself there on the bed. “You should unwrap yourself for me.” 

Leah dropped a hand to the hem of the camisole, pulling it over her head. 

“Oh my god.” 

“Good?” 

Fatin forgot about her previous request, motioning Leah closer with her finger and then tugging her so that she straddled Fatin in the lingerie. She moaned, kissing Leah’s neck. 

As Leah went to kiss her lips, Fatin shook her head. Firm hands lifted Leah up then dropped her on the bed as she walked to the drawer. “Let me get my fang caps.” 

“I thought you only needed them when you were close now?” Leah asked, eyes widening when Fatin coughed and went about placing them over her dropped fangs. “Oh.” 

Fatin unbuttoned her shirt and trousers, dropping her clothes by the bed. 

It was rare that Fatin got like this. Nearer her rut she always did, and on rare occasions when alphas approached Leah. Her scent was thick and mesmerising, pushing Leah to lie down on the bed knowing exactly what her mate needed. 

Her. Now. 

“Leah-”

“Come here.” She pulled Fatin’s legs over her head and tugged her so that she sat down, resting against her tongue. Even her arousal tasted like need, so much so that Leah reached for the small pillow by her head and passed it to Fatin to bite into. 

She smelled like pure desire and want. Something so strong it normally only occurred when alphas needed to mate. It was driving Leah crazy in the best way. 

Fatin rolled against Leah, using her rougher than she normally would. She was loud as she grew closer; Leah’s jaw began to ache as she slipped two fingers into her mate and sucked on her clit, bringing her firmly over the edge. 

She felt Fatin’s hips stuttering against her face as she came, her fangs buried into the pillow as Fatin cried out against it. 

“Shit Leah, god, fuck.” 

Fatin threw the pillow to the side, eyes flaming gold as she looked down at her mate. Leah felt it, the want that Fatin had moments ago. The stench around them left Leah soaked and craving release, their scents intertwining in the air around them as Fatin rolled off her and tugged Leah to the edge of the bed. 

She went back to the drawer, taking out their strap and the usual toy.

“Babe-” 

“Yeah?” 

“There’s a bag in my cupboard.” 

She frowned in confusion, moving to rummage around until she pulled out a plain black bag and emptied the contents onto the bed. 

“You went to-” 

“Shelby took me to the store; I got a little carried away.” 

“Are these…” Fatin held two of the anal toys up. 

“Yes.” 

She looked at the dildo on the bed, reaching for it. “Leah this is two sizes up from ours.” 

“I think I might need more at the moment due to the hormone changes. Shelby said it might help.” 

“Remind me to thank Shelby,” Fatin mumbled, already unpacking things. Seconds later she disappeared into the bathroom to wash them. 

Leah waited in anticipation, chewing on her lip as Fatin emerged again with one toy dangling between her legs. 

“Are you sure about this?” Fatin asked, eyeing up the toy. “We can always go with the smaller one.” 

Nodding, she gulped as Fatin walked closer. “You look so fucking beautiful in this.” 

“It’s okay?” 

“It’s obvi the best gift ever,” Fatin said, using her thumb to pull Leah’s underwear to the side. 

“Are you not taking them off?” 

“No, I’d like to continue enjoying my present for a bit before I unwrap the rest,” Fatin said, voice thick as she lined the toy up. 

Her eyes remained on Leah’s features as she pressed in, scared of hurting her mate. 

However, instead of pain, a moan filled the air. Jeez, she felt good. “Fuck Fatin.” 

Fatin’s fangs dropped again, and Leah reached for the second pack of covers blindly. It was rare for Fatin’s fangs to drop without stimulating her in some way, yet now they had twice. The sight of Fatin slipping the covers on left Leah even further gone. 

Her own scent began to change as Fatin’s had. Though they hadn’t reached puberty they both could still produce mating scents. They were just mellower and happened incredibly rarely with wolves who hadn’t reached the second change. 

“Leah-”

She shook her head. “Keep going. Please don’t pull out.” 

Fatin couldn’t even if she wanted to. Pulling out from a wolf in a mating state was dangerous as shit, and often led to lifelong emotional issues like depression and anxiety. 

She pressed into Leah, pulling her bra cup down to latch her mouth around her nipple. 

“Don’t stop.” 

Her nipple was tugged between teeth and then Fatin released it, gripping Leah’s hips to pull her down with force onto the toy when she sensed her mate needed more. 

Warmth filtered through Leah’s body; filling every inch of her as her own eyes blazed gold. Moans left her so unrestrained that the pair would likely hear a joke or two from Shoni later. 

“You look so beautiful for me.” 

“You feel so good.” Leah felt the tears rolling down her cheeks. 

The emotions that fed through her weren’t like the usual ones; sure the want was there, the feeling of being well and truly fucked. The euphoria however was new, as were the lights that danced behind her eyes any time she shut them. She could hear the sounds of the toy filling the air and knew she had never been this wet. 

Fatin kissed her hand, giving it a squeeze. “Are you doing okay for me angel? Or do you need a break?” 

Words existed, yet none were there that Leah felt she could get out of her mouth at that moment. Instead, she nodded, and cried out as her body grew closer; her own hips arching as Fatin smiled.

"Honey, words." 

"I'm okay." 

“Good, are you going to come for me?” 

Again, she nodded, but Leah needed more. Something her scent spoke of as it changed in the air. 

“Shit, no.”

“Please.” 

“Biting you even with fang caps is dangerous. They’re only 95% effective.” And even then, Fatin could only bite her shoulder. Biting her neck made that statistic redundant.

“I don’t mean my neck, just my shoulder. I just need you to claim me.” 

“Leah.”

“I need you,” Leah whined as her orgasm encroached, but it felt uncomfortable. It made her want to push Fatin out of her. 

“Leah, honey, breathe.” 

“I need-”

Fatin sank her teeth into Leah’s shoulder, rolling her hips into her as they both came. 

She felt the heat of them joining like nothing else before, felt her legs wrapping around Fatin to hold her in place as they both shook. 

The feeling of fangs being tugged away from her flesh barely registered as Leah smiled and breathed deeply, her chest rising and falling heavily as Fatin continued to push into her lazily. 

“Leah-”

“It won’t take.” 

“We don’t know that.” 

“People with dicks run the same risk every time they use a condom.” Leah tugged Fatin close against her. She hadn’t wanted her to bite her neck but in that moment with their scents polluting the air so heavily claiming was needed. 

Fatin groaned because she knew Leah was right, but she still hated running the risk of it. But then Fatin’s nose dragged along Leah’s neck and her hips rolled harder again. “You smell divine.” 

The breath caught in Leah’s chest as Fatin reached for the other toys. Whilst the strap stayed within her Fatin eyed them. “How would you feel about trying this now?” 

Leah stared at the plug with wide eyes and nodded. 

“I don’t think we need the lube, you’re…” 

Soaked, Leah blushed; she could feel herself sodden between her thighs, so much so that the sheets were now damp against her lower back. 

“Are you sure about this?” 

“No, but I want to try.” 

She watched her mate pensively like she was unsure of doing it. “You’re not asking for this because you think I want it right? You want this too?” 

“I only bought the toys because I thought they’d help with hormone changes. Everything there I want to try, as long as you’re okay with it.” 

Fatin swallowed. “Are you okay for me to pull out now?” 

“Yeah, I think my body knows you’re not mating me for real.” 

Again, Fatin’s eyes glowed, until she shook her head to dislodge the thought. “Good.” 

Pulling the strap out, Fatin dropped her mouth between Leah’s legs. 

She lapped against her clit, calming Leah before nipping the inside of her thigh. “If you feel uncomfortable or any pain, just say the word.” 

Briefly, she headed away; returning with a wet cloth and a towel, and a single ceramic dish she placed on the bedside table. 

“Plug or the strap attachment?”

“The strap. You're closer that way.”

Fatin sucked in a breath and then changed out the toys in the O-ring. Regardless of how wet she was, she coated it in lubricant and then dragged the toy through her. Leah whimpered, biting her cheek as it pressed against her lower than usual. 

“Are you doing okay for me?” 

“Mhm.” 

Gently, Fatin pressed the toy into her an inch. “You need to breathe angel, or you will pass out.” 

Raggedly, she took in a breath and Fatin used that to press in deeper. 

“Ahh.” 

“Good, or?” 

Leah wasn’t sure. It was new, and different, but it soothed any distance from her mate. The attachment wasn’t that thick at all, maybe slightly wider than a finger, yet the curve of it left her mind spinning. She dropped a hand between her legs, beginning to rub herself. 

Shit, okay, that was what was missing. “Keep going.” 

Her mate watched her touching herself with adoration written across her face. Fatin’s scent changed to something grittier than normal that screamed of pride at the display. 

She pulled out, Leah’s eyes shutting as Fatin pressed back in. 

“Still with me?” 

“I'm not in pain it's just different. Keep going.” 

Fatin did but continued slowly for another two minutes until Leah began to touch herself faster. 

“More.” 

“I don’t want to hurt you.” 

“You won’t.” 

Fatin didn’t question her, fucking into her in a way that left Leah panting. 

This time when she came it wasn’t as hard as before with the bite, but the sensation felt new and welcomed. 

“We need to do this more.” 

“Yeah?” Fatin checked in, kissing Leah’s neck. 

“Yes.” 

“I could totes get used to this.” Fatin pulled out, reaching for a cloth as she wiped her mate down. “Thank you, this is the best surprise. My present feels pretty crap by comparison.”

Fatin’s own present went forgotten about until the next morning. By the time they rose the bedroom smelled like that of a newly mated couple. Pheromones flooded the air and even their opened window did little to mute the smell.

They made it through breakfast before Fatin lifted her onto the island, lips joining as her fangs dropped again. 

“I will get them under control at some point, I don’t know what’s going on with them.” 

“I like it when you lose control,” Leah admitted. “It’s seriously hot.” 

“Remind me to buy Shelby a thank you basket.”