As I walked back in, all the women looked at me with deference, ceasing their chit chat and waiting for me to speak. Aside from my mother and Mrs. Flemington, none of them seemed to be particularly “paired up” with anyone else, and even they weren't making it obvious.
“It occurred to me that I know next to nothing about you, beyond your names,” I said to them. “And really, if we're going to be so...intimate with each other, I feel like I should know a bit about each of you. I am your alpha, after all. So everyone, go around the room and introduce yourself to me. I'll be damned if I call all of you Mrs. whatever in the future.” I made a quick, silent wish that they'd be overly generous in their details, including any kinks.
“Catalina Gabrielli,” said Mrs. Gabrielli. My wish had put her in a long (knee length) whiteskirt and red button-down combo. She was a busty woman with mildly olive skin and jet black hair, along with dark brown eyes. “I'm 28 years old, and I've been living in the town for a couple of years now. I'm a body piercer and tattoo artist. I moved here after my ex-husband was sent to prison for kidnapping and sexual assault...on me.” She looked visibly upset for a moment, clearly reliving something that I understood I shouldn't pry into. “You're the first man I've been with since my ex. You're the first man that I trust, since my ex.” There was long eye contact between the two of us, and I realized just how much she DID trust me, and how big of a deal it was.
“Thank you, Catalina,” I responded. “I'm seriously flattered.”
She smiled back, obviously relieved that I understood the weight of things, and appreciated them.
“Now that's out of the way,” she said with a mischeivous smile, “Here's some fun details. I like dancing, romantic dinners, and fucking. According to the rest of these women, I'm some sort of insatiable nympho.”
“That's because you are,” Mrs. Flemington said with a flat tone of voice, getting a series of giggles from all of us. Catalina shrugged.
“I'm not gonna deny that my sex drive is probably higher than most of you combined,” she said, before refocusing her attention on me. “I shift probably twice a day. Some of it's preventative – I mean, I work at a tattoo place and also pierce. I see a LOT of tits and sometimes clits, and so many of the people I work on are pretty attractive. I can't go biting people at work...and I can't risk my job by hitting on them. So I get myself off every morning so I'm under control, and every evening so I can sleep.”
I nodded. It made sense, when she put it that way. And of course, that sort of thing is habit forming, so now her body practically needed the regular orgasms.
“I love changing..and I love watching other women change,” she added. “If it was up to me, our pack would be so much larger. “I was always into women, and my ex definitely did a good job of pushing me more toward them..now, I can't help but feel every woman would be more attractive if she was a werewolf.”
“I can't say you're wrong,” I replied. “So who actually brought you into the pack?”
She smiled again, licking her lips as she locked eyes with me. She was tempting, and I was acutely aware of her raw sexuality. My previous wish was still holding though, and it led to nothing, though all of us clearly were already starting to feel the urges to fuck again.
“It was Devi Priven,” she said, gesturing to a small-built woman of at least partial East Indian heritage.
“We met when she came in to have her nose pierced.”
“Okay, you're up next,” I said to Devi.