Chapter 81: The Dwelling Of Thoughts

The Bathroom, The Dawson Residence, Fallon Creek, Michigan...

Rick was casually emptying his aching bladder when the door to the bathroom opened and a rather confused and terrified Oliver Bowman walked in on him shaken from the water being all over the floor and by the fact that the most notorious basketball star had been naked. It wasn't as if Rick hadn't been naked in front of the guys before, but outside a locker room setting, Oliver hadn't expected to see him so...carefree.

"Shit dude it reeks of pussy in here," growled Oliver making a show of covering his nose.

"I'll bet," replied Rick casually. "Probably because my big dick just got done pumping some."

He hadn't been entirely lying, as Casey had been the last he'd had before he left him hanging so to speak with the mess and all.

Upon hearing this Oliver smirked.

"Nice," he said in approval as he turned his attention back to the toppled sink and heavily leaking water. "Bro you must have been pumping it out of this world if you broke a fucking sink rocking it dude."

Rick shrugged.

"What can I say I work hard I play hard and I fuck hard," he replied.

Oliver smirked looking upon Rick with a good deal of admiration.

Rick flushed the toilet and set about washing his hands by way of the shower before turning his attention to heading back to where a sleeping Rachel had been.

He climbed back into bed with her and almost immediately she rolled onto him taking his rapidly aroused cock in hand and shoving him inside her. Rick offered no objections as he had already gotten what he wanted with Casey, he figured he'd be a pal and throw the now notorious size queen a bone or two. He had spoiled her for everyone else during their time together after all.

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Bedroom, The Dawson Residence, Fallon Creek, Michigan...

News of the broken sink filled the house as many a formerly tipsy teen scrambled to get as far away from the scene of the crime as possible, vacating Rachel's house in droves except for Courtney, Casey, Rick, and Rachel themselves as the party had come to an end. The house had been a complete mess that no one wanted the blame for nor did they wish to stick around to clean up.

Rick had been more or less preoccupied with his own needs as he slowly slid himself between the semi-slumbering Rachel's thighs not at all phased by her light snoring beforehand as he kissed her neck and eased his newfound prominent erection passed her already slick folds. She let out a soft moan and he pulled her closer to him as he slowly impaled her onto his cock.

Rachel's eyes opened and she kissed him on the lips as she gasped taking him in fully before their act got underway. She had thought herself to have been rid of him in those early attempts to find something other than the same old sexual romps and lackluster emotional connection but try as she might, she found herself craving him and his cock more often than not even as she pretended to be happy with her choice.

Of course, she'd been blissfully unaware that even now he still held little regard for her as his mind and heart had belonged to another and it was her good fortune that she had not been privy as to who. Rick himself had little to no choice in the matter, as being moonborn had taken any aspect of privilege from him in terms of choosing who he wanted to be within his own right. Fate had instead decided to link him to the new arrival Casey Peterson and he had not been one to argue with the inner workings of fate no matter how stubborn he'd been about everything else in his young life.

Rick groaned as he pumped his hips forward filling the tightness of the young blonde before him but his mind had already taken him back to his brief encounters with Casey in the showers and the bathroom before returning to her. He didn't honestly know how to feel about the new arrival in the beginning but the wolf in him had known all too well that they had been fated to be with one another.

Rachel moaned a bit in the semi-darkness as everything else seemed to face away leaving only her and Rick to their own devices.

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Spare Bedroom, The Collins Residence, Fallon Creek, Michigan...

Casey Peterson had been lying on his back looking up at the ceiling as he noted the slowly fading night giving way to day now that the house had been silent and Courtney had been curled against him with her head on his chest. He didn't truly know how to feel about her given their relatively new association and the effects of riding high from the game and his newfound relationship with an increasingly jealous Rick Channon.

It always amazed him to find out that his on-and-off-again boyfriend had been more invested in their relationship than he had initially let on despite not wanting any personal attachment to him. Still, it was quite nice to be wanted by Rick and by Courtney, his romps with them had been a far cry from his lonely days and nights in front of his laptop.

There were some concerns about his beast blood, as it had indefinitely changed him and he'd known all too well that once the moonlust had full control there was nothing he could do to stop it. He wondered about the older brute that had infected them in the first place and what his true role had been in Fallon Creek and if anyone had actually known of his condition beforehand.

Casey had felt following their altercation in the woods that they had not seen the last of the older brute that had imprisoned Rick the first time and sadly, he'd been right.

Unable to take much more contemplation, Casey closed his eyes and tried his best to sleep off his exhaustion from the days' previous exploits. He knew there would be hell to pay come daybreak but for the first time in his young life, he felt it was worth the price of admission.