𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼 𝓰𝓸 𝓸𝓾𝓽 | Origami & Delryth

Corey was surprised by just how soft June’s ass felt in his hands as he pawed at it and just how much he adored the perfect handful that each cheek happened to be. He wasn’t quite sure what to do with her ass now he had a hold of it and so he continued to grope and squeeze at her more than ample behind. He couldn’t quite get enough of it.


Her hands trailing over his muscled body caused little tingles and sparks to run through his body that had him giving her another grunt. Her nails lit up his synapses and caused his cock to twitch between them. His nose remained against hers and his eyes dropped again to drink in the moonlit shape of her body. He wished the light was brighter so that he could fully take her in.


The moment he felt her hands wrap around his cock his breath faltered and he gasped aloud. His shaft immediately throbbed at her touch and pulsed in her hand, the veins on the side of it obvious to her touch. He wanted to kiss her again but he couldn’t with that new sensation he was feeling. “You won’t” he managed to breathe in response before she carried on.


He was no stranger to jerking himself off but this was very different. It wasn’t simply a process to try and get him off, no, she was exploring his body, his shape and he loved that fact. She was curious, she wanted to know him. The touch hit differently from his own. It was exhilarating, intimate. As she began to slowly pump his length his toes clenched up and he growled sounding far more like a canine than the feline he knew he was. Her pace picked up slightly and he flinched against her, his head leaning forward to settle on her shoulder. He immediately began to pepper kisses at the crook of her neck.


“June…” he rumbled from his throat.
 
Whatever June was doing it seemed to feel good considering Corey’s reactions as she touched him. Her mouth fell open as he gasped, the corners of her mouth turning upwards as she took in the way he reacted, letting her teeth dig into her bottom lip. Admiring his features, as well as the way he felt in her fist as she gently squeezed him.

She could feel the pulse in his cock as she tightened her grip at the root of him, before moving up to the tip, letting her thumb run along him on the underside, feeling every vein and bump and ridge of his. Making her thoughts roam to how he’d feel on her tongue. How he’d taste. She kept pumping him slowly as to not hurt him, even if he did say she wouldn’t. Her movement stuttered slightly as he growled, a sound she had never heard come from him, so she wondered if it was normal when a boy was touched like this. Either way, she kept going, letting her tongue run across her lips as his lips found her neck. She swallowed and tilted her head to the side, giving him better access to the delicate skin there.

June slowed her pumps down, stroking him luxuriously, making him croak out her name as she did so. His tone made her smirk as she lowered her other hand down to the one that was already wrapped around him. She leaned towards him, planting a kiss on his chest, nipping at the skin. June picked up her pace again but with both hands this time, her tongue flicking across his skin, lapping at the beads of water on his skin.

“Say it again,” she demanded of him as she found a rhythm he was reacting well to.
 
He could tell that June was absorbing every one of his reactions and he couldn’t have stopped himself from giving them even if he’d wanted to. He’d always worn his heart on his sleeve and it was never hard to imagine what was on his mind or what he was feeling. June was taking over and despite Corey being the one who initiated the kiss it was June who was currently leading the dance and Corey found himself not minding.


He had the cognitive function to keep kissing at her neck and downwards towards her collarbone and then did what felt natural which was kissing along that same bone just enraptured by the softness of her skin and the intense undeniable sensations she was sending through his body as she worked his shaft. He felt harder than he usually was while he got himself off and didn’t realise such a thing was possible. The primal grows and grints continue to come, coaxed out by each delicate clumsy movement.


The kisses that landed on his muscled chest were a contrast to what he felt below the water and the two stimulations had his mind on fire. This was June, his june, his lifetime partner and fellow survivor and she was making him feel incredible. His hips thrust against her hands trying to milk every bit of pleasure out of her touch that he could.


“June..” he growled again, obeying the order that he hadn’t expected from her. “June “. Corey could have stayed in that moment with June perking his manhood for hours… and yet he wanted more. If he could have he'd have spanked the girl but the water limited his hands to simply grasping and clawing at her ass and thighs.


“I want more” he growled and planted a kiss atop her head.
 
More? More what, she wondered as she watched him duck down to kiss the top of her head. Junes chest tightened as she slowed down her movements again and loosened her grip. She swallowed, suddenly feeling like the inexperienced girl she was and let go of him.

“More?” She frowned a little as she ducked under his arm and shrugged his hands off of her. “What more do you want.” She felt suddenly overwhelmed. Did he think she was going to give herself to him just because she had touched him? She hoped that wasn’t the case and she was simply misinterpreting his words and what he actually meant. But June couldn’t help as she moved away from him, pushing herself off of the bottom of the pool and swam to the opposite end, just to dive down and ascend back up to the surface at the edge of the pool. She planted both of her hand flat against the rim and pulled herself up, bracing herself on her knee before getting to her feet.

With her hands curled into fists at her sides she stomped slightly across the tiles beneath her, over to the backpack Corey had been stuffing with items but that also contained her clothes. She pulled her jeans out, as well as her shoes and a hoodie, throwing them onto a pool chair. Without caring about what Corey was able to see she got dressed, her eyes stinging slightly. Did he really think she was that easily convinced to go further with him? In a place like this? She huffed slightly offended even if that wasn’t his intention.

“Let’s go home.” She said shrugging the backpack onto her shoulders without looking at her best friend in the pool. “Please.” She added and turned around to leave the pool area, leaving Corey to get dressed in peace.
 
Corey realized what he had said hadn’t gone down well the moment that June slowed down and seemed to tense up though he wasn’t quite sure why. He’d meant to let her know how much he was enjoying the moment. Enjoying her company. Not that this wasn’t good enough or that he thought she was easy. His chest tightened when she shrugged him off of her and swam away from him. He watched her leave the pool though not with the desire he’d felt just moments earlier, not with that need to want to see her naked.


“Ju! Wait. Fuck.” he dived underwater and sawm over towards the side she’d left the pool from. He hoisted himself out of the pool and the water began to drip from his body. He walked after her and towards the clothes he’d left on the chair. “That’s not what I meant.” he protested and started trying to throw his clothes on despite benign wetness as fast as he could so that he wouldn’t be too far behind her. “That’s not what I meant at all.”


The youth watched her leave the pool room leaving him on his own and he dug his knuckles into the side of his head with a quick “Fuuuck. Corey you fucking idiot.” It only took him a few more seconds to finish throwing his clothes on so that he could follow after her. By the time he caught up, she was waiting for him outside of the house ready to set off.


Corey fell into step beside her while he tried to think of his words. They’d never been his strongest suit, not in this kind of situation at least. “Jujube. Listen to me. I didn’t mean what you thought I meant… That just felt so good, I wanted more of it. I don’t want to sleep with you.” he winced at his words and internally cringed. “I mean, not that there’s anything wrong with you as to why I wouldn’t want to sleep with you and you’re super cute.” He stopped and rubbed his face as though he might be able to think of something that made sense.


“I like you, I don’t know what exactly I meant… just more, y’know? I don’t know what more is… more speed? Harder? Your hands explore more. Your mouth…” he cringed again and decided to stop and accept the fact that he couldn’t articulate himself.


“Look, I never want you to do anything you don’t want to. I wasn’t trying to push you. You mean way too fucking much to me, Jujube. I was stupid and I scared you off. I won’t put you in that situation again, okay? I’m sorry… like really fuckin’ sorry.” He sighed and was surprised to find that they were already at their home and walking into the door. How can he have fucked up such a great night so royally? June was too important to him though so he knew he meant what he said. He wasn’t going to initiate again. It wasn’t worth fracturing what he and her had just because he liked her how he did.
 
There was no way June could explain her feelings right now, so she beelined it to the front door and waited outside. Her wet hair still dripping onto her shirt, she did her best to squeeze the water out of it so that it might have a chance to dry on the way home. She didn’t even attempt to wait for him inside, or listen to his excuses even though she could hear them echo through the house as he opened the front door and stepped out.

Sex or anything related hadn’t been discussed between them. There was definitely a connection, but she wasn’t too concerned with a relationship with him. So she had just been whenever she was to him, in the time they had been alone together.

Once he joined her outside, dressed and ready, she began the walk back to their house, messing with the strap over her shoulders. It was hard to listen to him and it didn’t become any easier as he mentioned not wanting to sleep with her, making her scoff and blink away the tears. She stayed silent though and just focused on setting one foot in front of the other. June noticed he had stopped talking briefly but she didn’t say anything. She licked her lips, really annoyed with him as they saw their house come into view, sighing in relief of not having to deal with that mess anymore.

You mean way too much. I won’t put you in that situation again.

Once they were inside she dumped the backpack on the kitchen island and moved down the hall, still not saying a word to Corey. She slipped into her bedroom and changed quickly, before hanging her wet clothes wherever she could and exited the room, only to walk down the hall to her parents bedroom, slamming the door behind her and found herself staring at the messy sheets her parents had left.

None of her muscles reacted, she just stood there, frozen. She hadn’t been in here since the day they left, and even then she wasn’t in here for more than a second before she broke down. She didn’t have capacity to also be sad for them, while this thing with Corey was happening, so she made her way over and laid down on her mothers side, their smell still lingering in the room. She didn’t cry, instead she just stared at her mother’s open closet with all of her clothes that she had left behind.
 
Things didn’t get much better once they had returned to the house and Corey felt utterly deflated. Less than an hour ago he’d been riding the highest of highs and now he felt like he’d sunk to the bottom of the ocean. He couldn’t even get a single word out of her and his stomach felt like he was falling. He’d fucked up the moment and whatever he and June might have had because he’d said stupid words without thinking what she might think of them. He thought they’d be something she wanted to hear.

He watched her go with a look of pain on his face, wishing he knew what he could say to either fix things or make her feel better but he was worried that he’d just do more damage at this point and so he let her go. Maybe space would be better. To keep himself busy he went to the backpack to start stashing away their loot for the day, the organisation a good way to distract his mind. Unfortunately, it didn’t last long.

Corey didn’t chase after June despite all of his instincts. He was always the one who was there for her when she was feeling down, when she was feeling distressed or low it was he who comforted her. He’d never been the one who caused that feeling before and that thought made him taste bile in his mouth as he felt sick. He did a little more tidying before finally going to their bedroom and dumping his mostly dry clothes in a pile and then got a fresh pair of boxer shorts which were probably a size too small now. He needed to loot some new ones but taking pre-owned underwear didn’t quite have the same desire as taking someone’s shirt.

He tried to sleep alone in their room but found sleeping without June difficult. He’d come so used to falling asleep to her rhythmic breathing that it just felt wrong not having her nearby. He knew he should probably give her space and yet he was selfish. He just wanted to check on her. He crept towards her parent's room and found her asleep on the bed, he felt a tug on one of his heartstrings while he looked at her and sighed. He debated for a few moments before slipping onto the bed with her and draping his arm around her while making a conscious effort not to wake the smaller shifter. With her presence by his side he’d fall asleep within a quarter of an hour to the thoughts of June pressed so close against him in the pool.
 
The room was still dark, a streak of moonlight going across the bedroom. June rubbed her eyes and rolled into something beside her, she looked over and saw Corey lying as close as he could to her, very obviously asleep. A small smile grew on her face as she slowly turned towards him. He was lying on his back one hand next to his head, the other one had somehow gotten caught in the elastic of his boxers, pulling down on one side. They already sat extremely low on his hips, this had just exposed him a little more.

She couldn’t see too much, but the light made her able to differentiate skin from fabric. Junipers eyes travelled up to Corey’s face, moving closer to plant a gentle kiss on his shoulder. She made sure to be as careful as she could, so she didn’t wake him up. Still a little mad at him, but in the end, there was nothing to be mad at him for. It was no surprise to her that he was so bad with words, but in the moment she was just hurt and in her ears it just sounded extremely bad. There was also no doubt that she had overreacted a little, but she had gone out of her way to touch him, done something she normally wouldn’t have done ever. Plus, it was Corey, she felt safe with him.

Carefully she placed her cheek against the same shoulder she had kissed, and looked down his chest, letting her eyes roam freely over him with no fear of getting caught checking him out. After listening to his breathing and watching his chest rise and fall for a while, she felt confident enough to reach out to replace the hand in the elastic band with her own. Letting her fingers dip into the fabric and run down his thigh, her heart beating hard in her chest.

She swallowed hard as her eyes landed on the part of his she had gotten pretty familiar with earlier. The sensation of his soft skin under her fingers made her lick her lips. She looked up at his face to make sure he was still asleep. His breathing still hadn’t changed so she was in the clear. Her hand found him, but he wasn’t as hard as before which made her brows furrow. He must be able to get hard in his sleep, or did he wake up before her and then get hard in the mornings? She bit her lip in thought as she tried to figure out how it actually worked.

June pulled her hand out of his boxers and began touching him on the outside of his boxers. Rubbing the palm of her hand against him, firmly but not enough to wake him up she figured.

It didn’t seem like it took too long before he started to react, getting hard under her touch which just seemed to encourage her to give him a squeeze, enjoying how he started to fill out his boxers. When he was pretty much spilling out of them, she dipped her hand in again and wrapped her thumb and index finger tightly around the base of him. Watching as his entire body reacted as she touched him, even his toes were curling slightly, making her smirk as she pressed her lips to his shoulder again, nipping a little too hard on his skin.
 
Corey’s snores weren’t heavy though they were more prevalent while he was asleep on his back. While he’d fallen asleep up against June he sometimes moved around a lot when he slept, especially when it was warm and so he ended up on his back taking up more space on the sofa than he had the right to. He was tired and deep enough into his slumber that he hadn’t noticed the kisses on his shoulder or June getting closer to him.

He dreamt of June, his lifelong friend and companion, the star of several of his recent wet dreams. While it hadn’t ended well in the pool the rest of what had happened were at the front of his mind. He dreamt of her roaming up his thigh and exploring the hard muscle that she found there. He dreamt of her hand pressed up against his cock rubbing against it trying to bring his arousal to life. Be he asleep or waking he couldn’t resist her touch or stop himself from going hard at the ministrations she provided.

Little did the shifter know that his dreams were influenced by Juniper who was both curiously and eagerly exploring his biology and how his body worked. Testing out his reactions. He gave a few soft grunts in his sleep while she applied pressure and worked his manhood up into an erection. It was a moan that came when she wrapped her hand around the base of his length. His body twitched, his toes bent and his hips absent-mindedly thrust into her grip trying to get more from them.

The bit that he felt was enough to make his eyes flutter and slowly open. First, he noticed June lying so close to him and then he felt a throb from down below and glanced at her hand currently in his boxers and groping him. Both the feeling and the sight elicited another groan and another slow thrust against her.

“Fuck…Jujube. Are you… okay?” he asked while gawking stupidly. He wasn’t sure what to say at the best of times, let alone while the girl he had the biggest crush on in the world had woking him up to the start of a handjob.
 
June couldn’t help but smile at his movements, enjoying the way he reacted to her touch. There was something about touching him in his sleep that made her squeeze her thighs together while tenderly bringing him pleasure. Her eyes caught some movement and she met his gaze as his eyes opened slowly, finding hers through a blanket of sleep that was surely still making it all seem hazy.

It didn’t stop her though. Not even when he spoke to her, to which she just hummed and nodded with her cheek against his shoulder. “Are you?” She said with a teasing tone tightening her grip around him. June twisted her wrist slightly, so not only was her hand sliding upward it was also going around him. Instead of looking at his face, she kept an eye on her hand movements and his own too, making sure she kept doing what he was reacting to.

While she had touched him for his sake earlier, this was purely for her own entertainment. Corey was just lucky it felt good for him.

Now that he was awake, she slid over him to sit in between his thighs, pulled his boxers down and let her index finger run along his cock. The light making it obvious the tip of him was wet with pre-cum. She tilted her head to the side, eyeing the wetness and ran the tip of her finger over it, watching as it connected to her finger in a thin string, slightly fascinated by how far she could pull away from him while still being connected. June shuffled closer so her thighs were under his, giving her a good position and look at him.

The scent hit her and she recognized it from earlier.

“So that’s what you smelled of earlier,” she stated unabashedly finding his eyes in the darkness, holding her wet fingertips up to him.
 
Their eyes locked onto each other for a moment but she didn’t stop at all, she continued to caress and grope at his manhood had his eyes flick up towards the ceiling and his body quiver against her. She nodded at his question at least so it meant that she was okay and not just doing this because she felt she owed him. Or at least he hoped. Part of him still wondered if this was all some messed up dream and he hadn’t woken up yet.

“I’m… fuck… I’m fine” he grunted and pressed his legs together as she tightened her grip and twisted her wrist to amp up the stimulation he was currently feeling. Thinking of words with how tired he was and how good this felt was difficult and so he gave up at first.

She looked fascinated by everything. Him, how his cock worked, the precum. Like her mind was going wild with imagination and her insatiable sense of intrigue compelled her to sate her questions. As curious as a cat. There was something about the way she held and then looked at his cock, running her finger through the precum that had his balls tightening. He’d fantasized about June before and it didn’t compare to this. This felt incredible. He found June’s name echoing in his throat waiting for a chance to be called upon.

“What?” His eyebrow raised both curious and a little worried. “What do you mean what I smelled o-” he cut off and realized that she must have meant after he’d jerked himself off to the thought of her. Part of him died on the inside. “It’s normal. There’s nothing wrong with it.” he protested defensively, knowing the kind of satisfaction she was going to get out of this.
 
His realization was obvious, which made her grin even wider, she even let out huff as a laugh as he questioned her. “Relax, I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with it, Corey. I just couldn’t place the scent,” she reassured him and wrapped her hand around him again, this time not breaking eye contact. With one hand on his cock and the other running up his stomach and up to his chest. “Plus I’ve never been this close with anyone,” so I’m still learning, she wanted to add, but kept it to herself. They both knew she was still learning, even without having to mention it.

June picked up some speed, twisting her wrist as she pumped him. Finding the pace he had reacted well to at the pool. With her other hand caressing his body all the way down to his thigh, her nails slightly digging into his skin, leaving perfect half moon shapes in it. Then she shifted her gaze to her hand and watched as one hand was full of his manhood, and the other the soft skin of his thigh.

She wasn’t sliding over him as easily anymore, even though the way he was leaking definitely helped a little, she couldn’t help but lean down with her mouth open and tongue halfway out. His scent wasn’t bad, it was neutral and it smelled like Corey. Familiar yet new. She curled her tongue against his head, coating it with her saliva. He tasted salty, but like his scent it was neutral and not unpleasant, but she wasn’t about to push herself. Then with a firm grip she moved her hand slightly faster, twisting as she went. The movement had made a strand of her hair fall down in front of her face as she concentrated about keeping the same pace.
 
She immediately lay his defenses at ease and he realized afterwards he’d been a bit quick to jump the gun and react the way he had. He was used to the idea of him jerking off being an entirely private thing. Something he did without anybody knowing when he’d done it and especially without knowing what he had been jerking off about. June knew though. If she picked up that scent he knew that she’d know every time down and he wasn’t sure if that was something to be worried about. He assumed now. They were close. He wondered if she’d guess what he was thinking about when he’d done it…

From June’s reactions, it was obvious that she didn’t know what she was doing and yet it felt this good. Was she just that good at reading him? He noticed when he flinched or groaned she gave that area more attention and worked hard on it to coax more sounds out of him. Precum continued to leak on her hand and he felt as though he was under some kind of enchantment where he moved to her tune.

He watched her come closer to his cock and his eyes widened at her. “June…” he muttered as he watched her get even closer and extend her tongue. He gave his deepest most primal groan yet as her tongue went around the head of his cock sounding more like he’d had his first shift than a human. “Holy fuck June.” he managed to mutter as her pace increased and he found his hips rolling in time with her hands.

“That’s so good. Keep going June. Fuck, keep going.” All he could think about was how his body reacted to her, how much better this felt than any time he’d gotten himself off. He could feel himself getting close to his climax and partially noted that June was going to get him off far quicker than he’d ever been able to manage himself. His head tilted backwards and his eyes started to roll as he came dangerously close to erupting.
 
The way he said her name as if he was drowning and her name was precious air was intoxicating to her, and she soon decided that would be her favorite thing to listen to. June kept her pace, trying her best not to change her grip too much as he moaned out her name. Instead of curling her tongue around him she gave him one big lick, flattening her tongue against the slit. She didn’t keep her mouth on him, so she straightened up and met his thrusts, her hands much slicker than before.

Her cheeks had a slight pink tint to them as he praised her, and practically begged her to keep going, which she obliged by wrapping her other hand on top of the one that was wrapped around him.

“Corey,” she softly called out as she felt him tense against the top of her thighs, watching with astonishment as his head fell back. She wasn’t exactly sure what was about to happen, but she felt her own pulse quicken as she tightened her grip slightly. The grunts and growls did something to her, she wasn’t exactly sure what, but she couldn’t help but shuffle around in the position she was sitting in, feeling incredibly uncomfortable as she kept watching him unravel in front of her.

“Tell me how I’m making you feel,” she asked in a low voice. “Please.”
 
Corey was utterly at June’s mercy as she worked him hard, milking the precum out of his shaft as her slick hand ran up and down it. “Fuck fuck” he muttered again as he got closer and closer. Her tongue came in again and it made him teeter on the brink, he wasn’t sure if he should warn her what was about to happen or not.

“Juju…be… You’re making me… feel… so good… I can’t think.. Fuck… straight.” he managed to stammer. It turns out that while he was getting a hand job from his closest friend his coherency became even more useless than it normally was. His balls clenched and his cock began to violently pulse against her hand.

“June… I’m gonna… fuck me I’m gonna-” he whimpered and then began to see stars. He looked down at June for a moment as his cock pulsed and erupted with a spray of thick sticky seed that shot into the air. His head tipped back and he closed his eyes, not seeing what happened to the rest. His body jerked and spasmed several times, each time shooting out another rope of his cum. When it looked as though he was about finished more of the white sustenance was milked out of his tip until he finally lay back on the bed.

His vision had spots in it, he’d always had a lot of cum whenever he’d jerked himself off but for June they’d been even more, far more than a man should have unloaded. His hands still clenched and unclenched as he rode the aftershocks of his orgasm and only then did he open his eyes and look back down towards his partner.

“Fuuuuck. Jujube. That was amazing. You’re amazing.” His voice was a little hoarse from the growling he’d done and the few times he’d grunted out her name as he climaxed. His heart raced, beads of sweat glistened on his body and he sucked in deep breaths as he tried to calm himself.
 
There was no way she’d be able to explain what had just happened. The way he had pulsed in her hand, whimpered her name had almost made her moan out as he chased his high. She watched as he came all over himself, in awe as he just kept spilling over. Some of his seed dripping down the side of him and onto her hands. Yeah, this was definitely t what she had smelled on him. June licked her lips and gently loosened her fists and let go of him.

June sat back and shrugged with a small smile playing at her lips, “That was purely for myself.” She lifted her hand that still had a drop of his cum on it up to her lips as she stuck out her tongue and licked it off. Like before, it wasn’t unpleasant, but it was definitely a thicker consistency than before.

Swiftly she got off the bed and walked towards the door to the hallway, “I’ll get you something to clean off with,” she said over her shoulder and disappeared out the door and into the bathroom. Closing the door behind her and standing against it, taking a deep breath. Did that really happen? It was much more intense that she had anticipated, and the way he had moaned her name was something she was already desperate to hear again. Her head fell back against the door. June crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs together again, this time it felt slick when she did so, which made her slide her hands down the shorts she had changed into after coming home.

She swallowed as her fingers slid easily in between her folds. Everything was wet and the sensation of touching herself almost made her legs give in. With wide eyes she pulled her hand out and quickly went to wash her hands, while finding a shower cloth which she soaked with warm water and wrung it out as well as she could and returned to Corey.

Knowing she was extremely wet made it a little awkward for her to face him, but she ignored it and handed him the warm cloth and pushed a strand of hair back behind her ear, as she sat on the edge of the bed facing him, still with a curious look on her face.
 
Watching the younger of the two raise her hand with cum dripping down it sent Corey’s mind racing. He couldn’t believe how such a sight could cause his heart to stutter. His cock twitched again sending out a small ooze of his seed that dribbled down the side of it. His abs and ground were slick with his milky fluids and they glistened slightly in the moonlight as it nestled between the definition of his muscles.

Seeing her licking a drop of cum from her hand caused Corey to groan again as though she’d taken her hand back to his member and groped it.

“If you say so…” She looked so pleased with herself, his expression was smug and he was genuinely pleased to know that she’d enjoyed it. None of the awkward tension or bad feelings from earlier persisted, they had all settled down and been lost to memory. That is something he was thankful for. “Thanks”

In the time that he was left alone, he ran a hand along his length and watched it twitch from how sensitive it currently was. June had done that. They’d crossed a boundary here that they couldn’t uncross and Corey didn’t regret it for a second. If June was happy crossing it with him then he was too. He already thought of ways in which he could make it up to her soon. He had no intention of not doing his part… and he wanted to get his hands on her, explore her as she had him and hear her moan his name instead.

“You okay, Jujube?” he called through the door after realizing she was taking a while. He wasn’t waiting for long after that and when she returned he used the towel to clean himself off from the fluids and then playfully threw it at her.

Corey settled his eyes on June as she turned to face him and perched on the end of the bed. His hand went towards her thigh and he’d run his fingers against it in a gentle tickling motion around her belly button. “Everything okay? That was… wow.”
 
June kept her eyes on his hands as he cleaned himself off before chucking the towel at her, which she just about dodged. “Gross.” She commented and placed her hand on top of his, moving him away from her stomach area. She didn’t want to punch him in the face after all that. “Yeah, everything’s okay.” June smiled sheepishly, “I’m glad. I think.” She avoided letting her eyes travel down further than his chest as she sat beside him.

“Couldn’t sleep by yourself?” June asked as she laid down beside him again, snuggling close into his side with her head on his chest. She would have probably gone back to her room, if he hadn’t followed her in here. It was actually a surprise that she had fallen asleep alone, after Corey started sleeping next to her, she became so used to having him next to her at night. Especially if she woke up due to a nightmare, she’d cuddle up against him and he’d wrap his arms around her while she fell asleep. She was never going to own up to it, but she’d plant a kiss right in between his shoulder blades if she woke up to him laying on his belly. It was her way of showing him that she appreciated his presence, even when he was dead asleep.
 
It had been several days since Corey and his pack had captured June though she’d been on Corey’s mind since then. Despite his outburst at first when he realized who she was and some old part of him lashing out to still protect her his conditioning had kicked in and buried those old feelings somewhere deep below. The turmoil and restless dreams had been back in full force the first couple of nights after he’d seen her but now they’d gone and he’d slept better than he had in years.

While his mental conditioning may have done its job it didn’t prevent the fact that Corey was now Fixated in June.

He sat back on the chair and caused it to creak while he waited for Wade to enter the room and scratched at one of the scars on the side of his neck idly looking almost bored. He reported in with the man relatively often enough with him being the direct link in the chain of command with Corey’s pack. Wade was a man that Corey had learned not to cross. He’d fought against him hard in the first years after his capture and he still remembered every bit of agony he’d inflicted on him.

Rachel was smoking as usual leaning on the back of a chair that had been spun so that it faced the wrong way while she straddled it. His chin rested upon her left arm as she removed the cigarette and blew smoke up at the dingy light above them.

“Fuckin’ hate when we have to come here” she groaned and looked over to Corey. While Corey intimidated her it was different, he was her alpha, they were a pack and she respected him. With Wade it was more primal, there wasn’t that level of comradery there.
 
The Facility consisted of three head generals, a handful commanders and some lieutenants. The majority were soldiers, most of them wolves but the occasional shifter was in between them. Usually ones who were a bigger threat than shifters that were more manageable if it came to it. The three generals were the direct link to The Council, a group of people who took over the state after it collapsed. Some shifters and some werewolves. They were scattered over all of the major cities, each area having their own way of living. Sacramento, San Jose and San Francisco collaborated in the northern part of Cali. LA Council had mostly control over the middle of the state and San Diego took the southern portion.

Wade stood in front of a few screens with faces of The Council from all five cities displayed on them, listening to the latest news of the other states. There hadn’t been any crazy news, other than the President had officially cut off California and deemed it a national security concern, but from what Wade understood, the militia wouldn’t meddle with their business, unless they actively tried to do some damage outside of their Territory.

Wade scoffed, “So it’s now a territory and not a state?”

The council member of Sacramento nodded, “We are officially off the map.”

Wade Pikes was a scruffy looking man in his late 50’s. Despite his age he was in fantastic shape, and was respected by most of the Council members. He was the oldest general in Los Angeles, but was probably the one with the most experience in the field. Wades wolf looked as scruffy and grey as he did in his human form, which set him apart from most.

“And the laws?”

Most of them grinned like the wolves they were, looking at easy prey, “what laws?” The San Diego representative smirked and took a sip from a glass of what Wade guessed was some kind of alcohol. “We’ll start a process to make new ones that fit our.. Situation better.” The woman representing LA mentioned, in a more professional tone.

Wade nodded. “Copy that, anything else?” There was a minutes silence, but then they all shook their heads and began signing off. The woman from LA stayed active as the other screens went black.

“It’s not our district, but Oregon is setting up their own milita by the border, we don’t know why though, and they’re keeping quiet about it, which I think is stupid. But just so you’re aware of that situation. Nevada is still neutral and so is Arizona, I don’t expect any problems with them.”

Wade nodded, “I appreciate the information, Molly,” he said using her name now that the other representatives had left the meeting.

“Of course, how’s it going with your newest prospect? Corey, was it?”

He scratched his cheek, “He’s fine. Has impressed everyone with his new team lately, has one hell of a bark,” Wade smirked, “they’re actually waiting for me, so I should probably get going before they get so bored Redge jumps Rachel.”

Molly chuckled, “I’ll let you go then, General. Good day.” The screen went black and his shoulders fell into a more relaxed position as he turned his own connection off and exited the conference room, taking a left towards the room he had told them to meet him in.

He could immediately smell the smoke from Rachel’s cigarette as he was about to enter the room. He wasn’t a fan of the smoke or cigarettes in general. He pushed the handle down and nodded to Corey, who he had made a Commander soon after he had started his training. There hadn’t been a recruit who had reacted to well to their methods in a while. Usually they took several years, but with this one Wade had been a little more aggressive. Why? Juniper, was the short answer.

The long answer was riddled with run ins with the girl and Corey back when he was younger and hadn’t shifted into his wolf yet. Knowing this boy as important to Juniper had just urged him to be as vile towards him as possible.

He crossed his arms, eyeing them both with a stern look. “Tell me about Redge and the cut on his neck. What happened?”
 
Corey had almost told Rachel to snuff out her cigarette but thought against it. He knew Wade wasn’t a fan but he could always tell her himself should he be so bothered about it when he showed up. Corey’s mind was distracted by just what the reason behind this meeting was, while they were common enough they always had a purpose. If they ever just wanted a check that was always done over a secure radio frequency. The fact they’d been ordered to turn in meant that there was another motive at work here.

“He upset a feisty shifter who got a little too scratchy and him a little too careless. It’s nothing serious, nothing that will impact his capabilities.” He didn’t inherently say more about the shifter in question and he couldn’t quite place why that was.

Rachel smirked and flashed her teeth at the mention of Redge’s cut still finding the whole situation amusing. When Corey seemed hesitant to give more details then her eyes narrowed curiously on him though she said nothing to Wade or her Alpha. It wasn’t her place. She was sure it seemed like he’d recognized the shifter they’d captured.

Having had a few moments in her head Corey finally reconsidered and spoke again, his voice cold and to the point. “It was an ocelot shifter. It was her.” He drummed his fingers against his chair arm as he waited for a response knowing the history that was there. The trouble they’d caused in days he struggled to remember in perfect clarity.
 
Wades jaw clenched at the mention of the Ocelot. “You saw Juniper?” He questioned and turned directly to Corey and nudged him with the nose of his boot to get his attention. His arms crossing in front of his chest. “Was it after curfew and did she recognize you?”

Rachel cleared her throat, “It was after curfew, sir, but why would she recognize him—,”

“I wasn’t asking you, soldier.” He barked at the female who lowered her chin and immediately shut up. Wade stepped closer to his Commander and placed both hands on either side of him, clutching the arm rests until his knuckles turned white.

“Did. She. Recognize. You.” He growled with his teeth bared inches away from his throat. Juniper had been a thorn in Wades eye since the collapse, especially before the curfew. Back then he had no power to do what he really wanted to do, while The Council had tried to balance everything, shifters and humans alike had been menaces to his wolves. He knew her family, or her mother at least rather well, some parts of her he was sure he could even draw from memory. “Why didn’t you bring her back here?” He pushed himself off of Corey and returned to stand upright near the door.

This wasn’t the news he was expecting. She had been trying to get her revenge for a while now, due to his involvement in that kids death, and of course Corey’s disappearance. The limp in his right leg was thanks to her annoying little traps, specifically set up for him. Her Ocelot shape made it easy for her to escape him, he had never been able to actually bring her back to The Facility. She was a slippery little bitch, and he couldn’t think of anyone else he’d rather see dead.

Her mother maybe, but that was really the only one, and they had left California many years ago, so there was no point in holding out for her. Her daughter was an entirely different story.
 
He saw the change in the other man as soon as he mentioned who it was and knew it would happen. He knew as well as anybody just how much of an effect both he and June had had on the grizzled older wolf. Specifics were still a little hazy but he remembered the things they used to do during their late-night wanderings. They’d played loose with the rules and had intentionally goaded Wade and others.

It was before he could shift so Corey had always had to be even more careful than June. It was the reason when they finally pushed things too much he’d been the one to stay behind. June had her paws and four legs, she was faster, and she could get away. He knew he was never outrunning the pack of wolves they’d pushed too far. It was one of the memories that came to his dreams most. That final glance back from June as she shifted to escape. He knew full well that if it wasn’t for the rest of their family and Corey’s insistence she needed to protect them she’d have stayed there with him damn the consequences.

Corey’s eyes flicked towards Rachel as she interrupted, a silent command for her to stay out of this. One she understood with a huff.

“It was after curfew. Cornered her in an alleyway. Took her back to our den.” His voice was level and his words were direct. “She didn’t recognise me, I had my helmet. She thinks me dead” Did she though? Or had a part of her always held onto the fact that he might still be alive? It didn’t matter either way. For all intents and purposes, the Corey she’d known was.

“Treated her like we normally do with those breaking curfew. Roughed her up. Redge had his turn with her. Didn’t remember her at first.” He absentmindedly flexed his hand, the one he’d curled into a fist and buried in Redge’s face.

“I thought the hunt, the game would be more fun if it’s dragged out. I know what she’s like, why simply kill her when we can play with our food first?” it was a half-lie. It wasn’t what he was thinking when he’d let her go but as an afterthought and with her stuck on his mind he was already making his plans towards stalking her and breaking her apart. That was something he knew that Wade would want and ultimately Corey served the man. He was loyal. He was a good soldier.

“Good soldiers follow orders” the phrase echoed in his mind as though it had been bored into it. “How do you want me to handle this, sir? Something specific? The next time she steps out of line I can bring her before you or do as I stated until she’s broken before I deliver her?” The instincts of the protector, of the lover that held Juniper above anything else in the world remained buried, a distant echo of another life.
 
Wade nodded as his subordinate explained the situation. He wasn’t worried about them letting Juniper go, although he wasn’t too pleased with it. He knew she’d be back around in no time. He shook his head at the offer to bring her in. It was a good thing he had his helmet on, June could react badly to seeing him, which could trigger Corey. Wade had worked too hard on him to watch it shatter because of a girl. “Just make sure she doesn’t recognize your face,” he told him.

He let a hand run over his face, scratching the slight stubble on his jaw. The conversation with Molly was still roaming around in his head, the news would soon break, but Rachel and Corey had been the two most trusted soldiers he’d had in a long time. Rachel was devoted to Corey as a commander and alpha, Corey was devoted to him. He sighed loudly.

Slowly and quietly he explained how California was now a territory and not a state and the president had gone through with abandoning the former state.

“For now we still stay out of the surrounding areas, we don’t have enough wolves to patrol anything else but the city. But it’s fine,” he waved his hand absentmindedly. He then explained the situation with Oregon, breezing over the other states and their situation.

He looked at the watch on his wrist, that let him know it was still quite early, nearing 1PM. The market people would be setting up by now, and it would open to everyone else within the hour. “Go keep an eye on the market today, I’ve already sent out another pack to support you two and the brothers. Keep the information to yourselves please. Definitely don’t spill to Redge. He can’t keep his damn mouth shut, or his dick in his pants.” He reached for the door handle but turned in the last second to look at Corey. “Don’t engage with June unless she does.” Then he disappeared and left the two behind.

Rachel slowly turned to Corey. “Who’s Juniper?” She asked without trying to sound too interested. Her brows raised almost all the way into her hairline.
 
Corey could feel the apprehension that Wade felt, was there something in his training that the man wasn’t confident about? Did he think Corey was weak enough that Juniper was somehow going to be able to fuck with him? The thought burned his pride and had his hands clenching into fists and his nails digging into his palms.

“She’s nothing to me, sir. I’ll keep my helmet in place. I’m loyal. She’s just another troublemaker that needs to learn her place.”

He and Rachel shifted into slightly more comfortable positions as the conversation shifted, their boss seemingly in a good mood today compared to how he could often be, especially when something hadn’t gone his way. The information he shared with them was both a little concerning and enlightening. They knew their numbers were limited but more and more wolves were being found and joining them. They were slowly expanding over the state with their control though it would take a few years to have a firm grasp on it. Wolves from outside of Cali were also making their way towards the territory and augmented their numbers further. Either way, Corey and Rachel knew the next few years would be both busy and important, they were going to set up the future of California for generations to come.

After receiving their orders the man gave nothing more than a nod to say that he understood and before long he was left with Rachel. “She’s a memory from before.” his voice had that same cold flat edge to it that it had when he’d mentioned her before. His lips twisted upwards into a sneer as he thought of her. “The next time she crosses us I won’t intervene. Trust me, we will see here again. I’ll make sure of it if she doesn’t.”

Corey led the way out through the door and placed his helmet over his head. “Get the others, we meet at the market within the hour. I’m going there now.” Without waiting for an answer he shifted into his fur knowing that Rachel would do as he’d told her even if she looked as though she had a million questions for him still.

-

The pack had arrived just before the market properly got underway and already they’d started to case the place out. Vendors were scattered through several rundown-looking buildings and many were on the streets. Everything was on sale here from clothes and jewellery to street food and home basics. Many of it was likely looted though the dealers would never admit that. The sounds of peddlers trying to push their wares sounded over the bustle of the crowded market area. The smell of hotdogs, stews and other food was strong.
Redge and Cooper patrolled the streets in the large wolf forms, most people giving them a wide berth and trying to avoid their notice. Now and then when somebody didn’t move soon enough one of them would snarl or bark which soon got anybody out of the way.

Rachel was also in her fur though she waited and watched by the main entrance to the market more as a deterrent from anybody trying anything than anything else.

Corey was the only one not in his fur. He stood atop a container that was used for a stall selling a collection of trainers and footwear. His arms were folded as he simply observed, like an ominous omen. His presence alone was intimidating and caused those gathered to feel a sense of unease… and made it nearly impossible for the woman selling footwear to have next to no customers coming her way.
 
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