Wolf Like Me

Fatin POV (Age 23)

It finally hits them when they’re twenty-three. The thing they had both anticipated and feared equally since they reached eighteen.

Fatin had let the idea and worry of such things fall to the back of her mind, forgetting by the time they hit their twenties that it was something they would be expecting. She knew it would come, but as the years passed it felt more and more like they would be waiting eternally.

For some reason the idea felt years away still, so Fatin placed that worry in a box in her mind and focussed on smaller things Leah dealt with like her mood swings.

She was at work when it happened, running the social media department for a major corporation.

Fatin had worked her way up over the years and had a huge online presence herself; they had hired her and her brand image to construct posts and build their own platform online for them. 

Fatin loved her job: she loved setting up modelling campaigns and ad season, she enjoyed interacting with followers and growing their platform, and most of all she adored the fact that the office was situated only thirty minutes from their apartment for quick commutes. 

Leah however, as an author and librarian, worked from home for three days of the week and worked in the library for two; occasionally pulling a Saturday shift when staffing was short. 

It was as she sat at her desk, planning out a new campaign on a board that she felt it. 

Turned on. 

Now Fatin was an alpha, she was hardly surprised by feeling aroused. It happened often, so often that she just rolled her eyes and bided the hours until she got home to her mate. 

However, this time was different. 

It didn’t settle, didn’t simmer down but instead grew until she was splashing water on her face in the work bathroom and considering just how bad it would be to get in a quick orgasm here. 

Shaking her head Fatin walked back out, adjusted her hair, and got back to work. 

Thoughts of Leah echoed around her mind, leaving her shifting awkwardly in her chair as her fist tightened. 

She needed to hear her voice; it was probably just her being moody after last week’s trip away. Sure, it was only an hour up the road but Fatin rarely left Leah even at that short distance. 

Pulling the phone to her ear she chewed on her cheek anxiously until it bled. Nothing. 

Leah wasn’t answering. 

She rang again. And again. 

And again. 

Nothing. Every time it rang through to voicemail and the robotic answering voice slowly fried her nerves.

Stomach plummeting in fear she grabbed her stuff, letting Amanda at the front desk know that she had to check in on her mate; an excuse that was always understood and absolutely never questioned. Bonds were things wolves prized and protected at all costs, making sure everyone had the ability to do so when needed. 

Fatin tapped the steering wheel the whole way home, continually hitting the call button on her phone to no avail. 

Fear began to eclipse her in deep looming shadows as she opened their apartment door and heard Leah crying. It wasn’t just tears; it was loud sounds of discomfort and pain heard from rooms away.

“Baby, hey, hi, you’re okay.” Fatin wiped the hair from her face. Leah was hot all over, burning hot and sweating as she writhed around uncomfortably. Her eyes blazed gold and Fatin could smell it on her, the need. “Let’s get you in the shower.” 

“No, it hurts so much.” Leah shuddered, sniffling loudly into the pillow as Fatin picked her limp body up and carried her there. 

Leah had already shed most of her layers, but Fatin peeled her underwear off and then pushed her under the cold spray, quickly ripping her own clothes off so that she could join her. 

By the time she had her clothing off Leah was sitting on the shower floor crying as she held her stomach. 

“Okay, come here.” Fatin kissed her neck after she lifted her upright, sliding two fingers into her. “I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

She knew what to do theoretically; they had covered it in health class over and over, but she and Leah were fairly late bloomers. As such the memories were now hazy as she nuzzled Leah’s neck, shivering under the cold spray as Leah cooled.

Her fingers wouldn’t be enough, not for long. 

Fatin used her free hand to lather her mate with soap, washing the suds off before moving to clean her hair. Leah hated feeling gross when they slept together, so Fatin knew she didn’t want her waking up embarrassed and covered in sweat. Even though that sweat had a sweet tinge to it that was causing Fatin’s mind to fizzle away at the edges.

“Are you okay?” Fatin helped her out of the shower, fingers still within Leah as she dried them both with the towel. 

“I need you,” Leah cried, whimpering as Fatin laid her on the bed and removed her fingers. 

“Hey, you’re okay.” She slipped the straps onto her hips, climbing onto their bed and sinking the toy into Leah as she kissed her neck. “There you go, see, all fine.” 

Nothing could prepare Fatin for seeing Leah like this; it was simultaneously turning her on with the stench of Leah's new sweeter and heady scent, whilst also making her want to care for her so damn much because her protective instinct fought against every ounce of her pain. “What do you need? Do you need the other toys or is this okay?” 

Leah grasped at her back wildly. “I need you to bite my neck.” 

“Leah, no.” Fatin rose a thumb to her clit as she gently moved the strap against her, Leah sighing briefly in relief as she did. 

“Fatin please,” Leah whimpered. 

Again, they had warned everyone about this; if mated, omegas might experience the need to bear their mate’s children. The longer people were mated the worse that need became, even in alphas. 

And though her mind was clearer than Leah’s the need was there for Fatin too, whispering to her to drop her fangs and sink them into her pulse point. The need was there before if she were being honest; anytime they walked past a family Fatin would clench her mate’s hand tighter, trying not to think of having a mini version of them both combined into one little baby.

Fatin shut her eyes, sucking on Leah’s neck as she pushed in hoping it would somewhat sate the feeling for them both. 

Leah rolled against her, nails gripping at her back so wildly they drew blood. 

Groaning at the feeling of Leah’s need she moved her thumb faster, releasing a breath as Leah came beneath her. 

Her body shook gently as her gold eyes briefly turned blue again. 

“There you go, breathe for me.” 

Leah shuddered again, taking Fatin’s lips between her own. She didn’t mean to, but her fangs dropped in response to her release; only halfway but enough for Leah to moan loudly as they slightly pierced her lip. As her teeth dropped she pulled away, putting her caps on.

“Fuck, please. Baby please. I need this.” 

“It will pass, we just need to get through today, okay?” 

They both knew it wasn’t just today, today may be the worst of it, but the entire week would be rough. 

Their room smelt like hormones and sex yet the smell wasn’t one that Fatin was used to. When she slept with Leah before the smell was different, heavenly but muted. Now it was vibrant and intoxicating and oh so addictive as Leah rolled on top of her, hips moving against her own again. It screamed to her, making her fangs ache as she groaned.

Fatin felt her mind blank at the sight of Leah on top of her, sheets pooling around their waists as she ground against her. 

“Leah.” She knew what she was doing. Leah wanted her to bite her. 

“Yeah?” 

“Cut it out.” Fatin rolled them again so she was back on top, mouthing at her mate’s neck where her scent coated her skin thickly. It would be so easy to apply a little pressure, to mark her mate and give in.

Her stomach grew warm with desire as she looked down at Leah. Her best friend and the love of her life lay beneath her, hair spread across the pillow as she stared up at her with pained eyes. 

Fatin rolled her hips, kissing her with so much emotion that she hoped showed her adoration for her. “I love you.” 

“I need more. Please, it’s not enough. It’s really not enough.” Leah ignored her ‘I love you,’ a statement she always returned.

Fatin clenched her eyes shut, willing herself to ignore the pleas from her mate. 

“It will pass,” she mumbled against her ear, nipping it as her hips picked up their pace. 

Leah let out a pained groan beneath her, panting heavily as Fatin tried to ease it the way they were taught. 

And for the first time, Fatin was truly scared because Leah was burning up beneath her. Sex was meant to cool her down, a cold shower was meant to cool her down. Yet Leah’s skin was getting hotter by the second, to the point that it was now uncomfortable for Fatin to touch.

As the next raw cry passed Leah’s lips, she feared just how much pain her mate was now in. 

“Baby, what’s up?” Fatin pushed her hair back, kissing Leah’s nose. “You’re still so hot.” She lifted a hand to her neck, wincing at the sheer heat of it.

“It hurts so much,” Leah cried.

“What hurts? Where? Are you burning up still?” 

“Everything.” Leah writhed beneath her as Fatin watched in fear. “Everything hurts so much.” Tears streamed from her eyes and Fatin had this awful sense that something was wrong. “I feel so fucking hot, it’s like it's killing me.”

“Okay, give me a second.” 

“Fatin-” 

“Hey.” Fatin pulled the toy free of the harness, leaving it inside her mate in the hope that it would give her some kind of comfort from the pain while she left. “I need to ring our doctor quickly, okay? One minute.” 

“I can’t.” Leah hiccupped. 

“You can. Look at me.” Fatin kissed her cheek. “You’ll be okay, I’m calling the doctor so we can figure out how to make you okay angel.” Leah bobbed her chin, crying out in pain as her stomach clenched again. 

Fatin winced as she headed out, chest heaving at the whimpers of agony from her mate. The last time she had seen her like this was her first human heat. Even that hadn’t been anywhere near as bad, and her temperature had dropped as soon as she held her.

Her hands shook as she dialled her doctor, fingers keying in the wrong number twice as she swore.

“Hi, Fatin Jamdani, my mate is in heat crisis.” 

“Oh, I’ll put you through right away mam.” 

“Doctor Stevens, how can I help you?” 

“Hi, it’s Fatin Jadmani.” 

“Oh Fatin, how are you?” 

“Leah’s in a lot of pain, it’s her wolf heat.” 

“The first one?” 

“Yes.” 

“And what’s wrong?” 

“She’s burning up... like she’s seriously fucking hot to the touch and she’s in so much pain.” 

“Have you tried intercourse or a cold shower?” 

“Yes, she’s only getting worse.” 

“She climaxed?” 

“Yes,” Fatin swallowed. “She’s still burning up. Nothing is cooling her. Literally nothing and I have no idea what to do at this point.”

Another cry of pain sounded from their room and Fatin dug her hand into the wood of the doorframe.

“At what age did you realise the bond?” 

“Seven.” 

“Seven?” He asked, sounding slightly taken aback.

“Yes, we realised it at seven.” 

“Is she communicating with you?” 

“Yes, she’s just saying she’s in a lot of pain. And she wants me to bite her neck but that’s to be expected, right?” 

Fatin winced as she heard Leah’s cries grow louder, biting her nails anxiously. 

“Miss Jadmani, I hate to say it but if none of those methods are working you need to give her the bite.” 

“I can’t do that. She’s not thinking clearly.” 

“She is, I can assure you regardless of her pain omegas only speak their wants. But if those things aren’t taking her temperature down, she needs you to bite her neck.” 

“What happens if I don’t?” 

“You mated young, very young, and clearly your bond is incredibly strong. This doesn’t happen often but when it does the mate can be at risk of death. Prolonged heat exposure to that degree with no way to sate it can kill. You need to bite her, or she will just continue to burn up further until a serious fever sets in and her heart rate picks up too fast.” 

Fatin swallowed, ears ringing until Leah’s cry brought her attention back. “There’s no medication?” 

“No, not for that, it’s the only way that has worked historically. No medicine exists yet. A bite elsewhere with caps would not ease the heat either. She’s in a state where only attempted mating will cool her. You may wish to try larger toys too. Whilst it doesn’t work for all it will ease some omegas.” 

“Okay. Thank you.” 

“No problem, Miss Jadmani.” 

Fatin hung the phone up, quickly pushing back into the room as she noted Leah laying foetal, clasping covers against her as her whole body shook. 

Swallowing, Fatin walked over to her and eased her back onto her back. 

“It hurts so much. I can’t Fatin. I can’t keep doing this.” 

“Breathe for me, okay?” 

“I can’t.” 

Fatin lowered her fangs, letting Leah see them until she calmed slightly. “Good.” Fatin walked to the drawers and grabbed the larger toy that they were yet to try, fitting the strap into the harness. Leah whined as she removed the other from her and discarded it on the bed. 

Leah was too weak, unable to hold herself up, so Fatin laid behind her and slowly sank the new strap back in as she spooned her. 

“Fatin-” 

“Don’t worry, I’ll bite you.” 

Leah groaned, clasping at Fatin’s arm that wrapped around her midsection as she dropped a hand to rub her. 

“You’re gonna be okay babe, just breath for me and focus on coming. I’ve got you. I’ll bite you. Breathe.”

There was nothing to prepare Fatin for this. Yes, she and Leah had been fated since they were seven, but nothing prepares you for suddenly having to think about kids out of the blue at almost twenty-four.

Fatin had thought about it many times over the years, but it was always a distant future kind of thing, way off out there. As much as she loved the idea, they were ill-prepared to house and care for a child. They would likely need to buy a tonne of things and Fatin would have to sort things out with her work, as would Leah.

So, whenever she pictured it, the idea was wanted but distant. Certainly not now. 

Yea as Leah burnt up in her arms, she knew it was meant to be. 

The fates had a strange way of captivating their life, and right now they were giving Fatin one clear instruction. 

“There you go, just like that. You’re doing so well.” She moaned as she grew closer, Leah moaning beneath her as she did too. 

Leah was already cooling, like her wolf could feel that Fatin meant every word. Could smell the scent of her on her dropped fangs that lightly brushed along Leah’s neck, teasing the skin there. 

She felt them aching with the need to sink in. Leah’s scent was already making them leak as she bucked the toy into her. There was nothing Fatin wanted more than this; to mate her. To feel her fangs filling Leah, giving them more in their future to live for. Her brain screamed at her, the scent licking her nose until she felt so close.

“Baby, are you okay if I-”

“Bite me.”

Fatin pressed her fangs into the vein in Leah’s neck as she was brought to climax, letting herself seep into Leah’s bloodstream. 

Wolves of their sex mated differently. For Fatin and Leah, Fangs would deposit via her neck, entering her bloodstream.

Biting during mating after wolf puberty was normal, but only wolves with pairings where no penis was involved mated as such. Though wolves would know by their first puberty if they had fangs that carried or not. Fatin's were different, longer, and more pronounced than others when dropped.

Fatin moaned at the taste of Leah on her fangs and the feeling of them buried in warmth as she came, stars clouding the backs of her eyelids as she rolled her hips sharply against her. Leah moaned louder than she ever had, carnally as her own body shook with the intoxicating climax of being bitten by the girl she loved. 

She continued to press into her; fangs lodged deep as she let every ounce of her climax ripple through her body, loving the sound Leah made in her extended state of bliss.

Over the next minute, her temperature dropped to a near-normal level and Fatin held her in place with her fangs as her hips rolled leisurely into Leah. She kept her pinned with her mouth, even after her climax ebbed away. There was this need to keep her fangs buried within, to mate Leah again and again until both of their wolves eased.

Leah still moaned, feeding a hand into Fatin’s hair as her mate continued to let her take everything she needed as she came back down to earth. Her mate was so far gone as tears continued to stream down her pale cheeks, soft broken sounds leaving her as her orgasm began to mellow out.

“So good,” Leah said, content as Fatin slowed her hips and withdrew her fangs. 

They both heaved for breath, chests rising and falling heavily as Leah laced their fingers together. 

“Are you…” Fatin tried to gauge where her mate was at. 

“I’m okay,” Leah said. “I’ll need you again in a bit though. I can feel the need there still but it’s fine.” Leah rolled over, draping a leg around Fatin’s waist as she kissed her. A content hum left her as she ran her tongue over Fatin’s fangs, Fatin’s hips jolting at the sensation of arousal as she did so. 

“Leah,” Fatin warned. She moaned when Leah lifted her hips and sunk the toy back into herself, facing Fatin so close that their noses brushed. 

“Hey.” 

“Leah, we just…” 

“I know.” 

“I called the doctor; he said if I didn’t…” 

“I know, I could feel it. Are you okay?” 

“Am I okay? I just bit you. We just-” 

“And I wanted it, I mean, I’ve thought about it for a while if I’m being honest.” 

“You have?” 

“Yes,” Leah said. 

“You never said anything about wanting this,” Fatin replied, frowning. 

“Because you’re happy and busy at work. A child is a lot of time, energy, and commitment.” 

“You could have said.”

“Then I’m saying it now. I want everything with you. Always.”

Fatin kissed her neck. The thought that Leah wanted more with her made her want to provide exactly that. It was the alpha's need to want to provide for their mate and their needs. To make them happy and give them all they desired. But also, the proud side; of knowing it meant her carrying part of their future, of watching Leah nurture and teach them, that made her heart warm.

“You just got promoted,” Leah explained, kissing Fatin’s neck as she blushed. “Before that, we had just moved and at twenty-two we had only just found a place and couldn’t even cover rent.”

Fatin rolled her hips again, pulling Leah’s leg tighter around her as her fangs ached again. She could smell Leah’s need back, thick in the air between them. 

“Fatin-” 

“I know. You smell so damn good right now.” 

“I like this toy,” Leah hummed.

“I would hope so; you picked it out.”

Fatin nipped her breast, leaving small indents with her fangs where blood droplets formed; ones she licked away with her tongue.

“Shit, I-”

“What do you need?”

“Make love to me with your fangs in me.”

She ran her nose along the other side of Leah’s neck, a tingling sensation spreading through her as her fangs sank in.

There was a need to tell Leah she wouldn’t last long like this. Wolves’ fangs were so sensitive they normally only sank them in when climaxing or when close. This was like Fatin was on edge as soon as she tasted Leah under her.

“It’s fine baby, we can go again after,” Leah replied as if reading her mind, already tightening around the toy.

Making love to Leah whilst her fangs were buried in her neck was different. She tasted every part of Leah’s aroused state in her blood. Knew when she did something she liked or when Leah grew closer because her mate tasted sweeter than before.

Fatin craved the connection, feeling this close to Leah as she pulled her fangs out.

“Fatin no,” Leah cried.

“I'm not leaving you. I just need you like this.”

Fatin rolled her over, sinking the toy into her from behind as she pulled Leah up by her hips and re-submerged her fangs into the sweetness of her neck.

It was a position loved by Leah who swore constantly for the next minute as she got used to the ecstasy she was feeling. One hand palmed her breast roughly as her hips snapped against her.

Mating this way was as close as they could get. Fatin dropped her hand from her breast to Leah’s clit as she took her, never releasing her neck once. She felt herself fighting the high that was close, denying it so that Leah would cool further even when Fatin grew uncomfortable with the need to come.

Leah’s scent changed again around them, it became more submissive and tempting as Fatin brought them both over the edge.

She felt her hand growing wet as she worked Leah through her orgasm. The scent of her mate’s arousal filled the room leaving Fatin coming herself.

This time she breathed heavily, holding Leah in place for a couple of minutes until she calmed. Pulling the toy out from her she pushed her mate on her back and dropped between her legs, running a tongue through her slick folds to soothe the heat found there.

“Leah, god you taste fucking good.” She did, Leah tasted different. Her arousal was more tempting but differed in one major way. She tasted like a mixture of herself and Fatin. Like Fatin’s scent had bonded with her own.

“Babe,” Leah stated as she fed a hand into her hair, trying to guide her mouth to where it was needed. “Hurry up.”

Fatin could barely focus on Leah as she became entranced by the taste, devouring her mate until she was shaking around her with her climax.

Instead of stopping she slipped four fingers into her, massaging her g-spot as she licked every bit of her arousal clean from her. It was intoxicating, making her blood sing as she brought her closer.

“Shit, Fatin, that’s a lot-” Leah whined, pushing her mate away. “Fuck.”

However, Fatin was too gone to notice. Her wolf knew Leah felt good, so incredibly good, that she didn’t stop to think about much until warmth coated her wrist as Leah shook. Fatin pulled her face away, one hand working her through the climax as her thumb on her free hand moved to replace her tongue.

Leah was gone, breaking around her as Fatin watched in awe.

Fuck, they were going to have to move to the guest room for a bit.

Leah’s jaw hung open as she came to, lips shutting and parting as if she wanted to say anything but couldn’t. Her cheeks grew pink with embarrassment, all the while Fatin was grinning away like she’d won the lottery.

“That was totes ama-”

“Don’t,” Leah pleaded.

Fatin shook her head. “Come on, let’s go run a bath.”

As it ran Leah scolded her. “Stop looking at the bed, god.”

“It’s art, Leah.”

“I hate you.”

“After that? Please.” Fatin grinned. "Do you think I should take a picture and hang it above the- Ow, shit!"

"Shut up or I will tell your mother about that time you convinced me to-"

Have sex in her family's library remained unsaid. Her mother would kill her. Or maybe Leah was referring to the cinema room. Or the pantry.

"God, fine." 

She slipped behind Leah in the bath, sinking her fangs into her shoulder and neck; knowing each time she bit her Leah calmed.

“We are so not prepared for this,” Leah whispered later as they lay on their backs, hands intertwined on Leah’s stomach as they breathed heavily.

“Yeah, I seriously know that.” Fatin laughed humourlessly. “But we will make do, and both of our parents will go wild. They’ll help us out where needed, I’m sure. After they get over the shock and maybe wanting to murder me and all. Your dad doesn’t own firearms, right?” 

“He’s very anti-gun. You should be more worried about my mum’s garden sheers.” Leah nuzzled against her neck, breathing in her mate’s musky scent with a sigh before mouthing at her skin. 

“Really? Again? You're like the clingiest omega in existence.” She smiled as Leah pulled her closer, humming contently in agreement.

“Take me from behind this time.” 

Fatin swallowed thickly, not needing to be asked twice.