Lunar Cycles

Chapter 3

A week later, Varek’s group had reached the halfway point to Creiger. They had stopped at an abandoned church, which was located beyond the highway in a field. The only residents within were two backpackers who had come in out of the rain. The werewolves hardly needed to worry about dinner that night.
Varek then ended the night with his head between Sonja’s legs, lapping like a goat on a block of salt. Zo had to admit he was disappointed it was not his own genitalia being feasted upon in such a way, but he avoided complaining and simply sat in the other end of the church, gnawing meat fragments off of a tibia.
After practically polishing the bone, Zo tried to sleep, but was too distracted by the noises which were steadily growing louder. How Grenier could sleep through all of that was beyond reason, unless he was only pretending to sleep. Frowning at the motionless body, Zo sat back against the decrepit wall and listened to the sounds of lust traveling throughout the building. Eyes closed, he thought about what Varek must have been doing to Sonja to make her moan so. Dampening his lips with his tongue, he immersed himself in fantasy, imagining himself in the female’s place. Within seconds he felt heat building in his loins, and he placed a hand between his legs, increasing that heat tenfold.
Hardly caring whether or not Grenier heard him, he groaned past clenched teeth and unfastened the buckle of his belt, quickly working fingers undoing a button and opening a zipper. Varek was crying out in pleasure now, his moans caught between human and beast. Breath heavy, Zo found himself fully submerged in a dream where those noises from the other room were caused by him alone. Stroking himself hard, he thought of his leader ramming into him with enough force to break the wall he sat against. A growl escaped his lips as his hand crept deeper until he was fingering the soft sac between his thighs, Varek’s beautiful yellow eyes shining bright in his dream. The pressure and heat built inside him to the point that he was ready to come before the couple close by could. It was so quick and intense that he nearly felt sick.
He was sick.
Grenier finally stopped pretending to be asleep when he heard Zo throwing up. Curious, he turned his head to look and saw his fellow werewolf bent over in a corner and vomiting his dinner. When he turned around to find he was being watched, the ailing skinwalker was splattered with both bile and semen. He looked as though he would either vomit again or pass out. Thankfully he did the latter.
Zo was only unconscious for a few seconds, but it had caused enough alarm that Grenier had called for help. Varek was at his beta’s side within less than a minute. Sonja had followed shortly afterward, looking none too pleased. Fuck your needs, Zo found himself thinking.
“Feeling sick?” the alpha asked, eyebrow cocked at the idea. Skinwalkers were free of disease and age, and any of his pack becoming ill caused him both puzzlement and concern.
The reason behind his moment of weakness was just as much a mystery to Zo as it was to those around him. All he knew now what that he was on his back with spunk on his legs and puke on his face, nearly all the strength drained from him like a wrung out sponge. Varek suddenly noticed the stains as well and could not help but stare.
“Don’t know,” Zo finally answered, slightly embarrassed. “Probably ate too much.”
“That’s unlike you,” Grenier remarked, his bad eye catching a reflection of the moonlight. He had never explained what had happened to his damaged left eye, but he had sported it long before he ever joined the pack Varek led now, and Varek had only been pack leader for a few years now. The smirking black man had been born a skinwalker, and his family had taught him things that even Zo, who had been turned several decades ago, did not know. The way he spoke now, made the brown haired man think he was reminiscing on such teachings now.
“I’m alright now,” Zo said, even though he preferred to remain where he was instead of attempting standing up.
Sonja had already left the room again, her patience thin and her desire for the pack leader not yet satisfied.
“Talk about bad timing,” Grenier stated, still grinning a wolf’s grin. He seemed to be amusing himself with his own internal jokes, but Varek ignored his behavior, turning his attention back to Zo.
“Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Yeah. I just gorged myself, that’s all.” Zo turned onto his side, back facing Varek. The alpha heard the zipping of trousers. He considered asking his beta about what he had been doing prior to sicking up his dinner, but left the subject alone. What Zo had been occupying himself with was painfully obvious, and he had a feeling he knew the reason behind it. He hardly wanted to confront Zo about it with Grenier as an audience anyway.
“Then make sure it doesn’t happen again,” he finally said, and he left the room.
Zo’s thoughts were nothing but troubled, because he was just as worried and confused as his alpha. The fact that Varek knew what he was doing minutes before because of having sex with Sonja did nothing to ease his worries, but thankfully his weakened state had caused him to soon drift into a dreamless sleep. He was glad for the reprieve from the bizarre events of the day anyway.
Scratching his beard, Grenier sat back against the wall and made himself comfortable, watching his companion through a solitary good eye.
Only a week and already you’re sick, he mused.
What his grandmamma had said was possibly true. There could be no other explanation for a perfectly fit skinwalker in his prime to act this way.
He could not help but wonder how Varek would react to the outcome of what he and Zo had done a week before. If he had been concerned now, another week would make for a priceless reaction.
Grenier promised himself to be present for that moment.