by Sarah Stein
Her frame shook from the movement as her fingers tried to grip the closest object. There was nothing around. She was losing it, losing herself. Her mind boggled at the feeling. This was no orgasm. This was different, a change. There wasn’t a thing she could do about it, something growing within her, voicing how much she needed him. This thing seemed beyond satisfied by being ravished completely by him.
Her body felt as if she were shifting into something else.
“Oh my God,” Analyse screeched, her face was a mask of bewilderment uncertain of what was happening.
She watched him above her, growling and gripping hard at her body. ‘Fuck’ was her only thought. He looked savage as he threw his head back, howled and bit down hard upon the crevice of her neck. His orgasm jetted into her, pulse after pulse, forcing one to rip from her.
Her pussy pulsed as her body trembled from the orgasm. She was changed, not of appearance but spirit. Her body craved this merging. There were no words to describe the connection she felt with the man above her.
She knew there was no going back but refused to accept it, because never had she given herself so completely to someone else much less a man who was half beast. But regardless of her accepting it, she still sought answers, and he was the perfect person to question.
They lay in silence for a few moments before anyone spoke up. Analyse wanted to be away from him, tucked and sleeping in her bed, instead of feeling like she needed him again.
“I’m sorry,” he offered, “There was no avoiding it. This, between us, was meant to happen, I honestly never should’ve told you to run.”
“Really?” Analyse rebutted, “You warned me yet kept chasing me, expecting me to yield which is what you got, and you didn’t even mean it. Congrats on your score.”
She fumed at his apology if you could even call it one. She pushed with all her might to remove him from atop her, but he was solid. Instead, he got up and offered his hand to help her stand.
“I didn’t mean it as a bad thing. Don’t get me wrong it was incredible. There are things about me I can’t help, especially when the moon is full,” he admitted with a growl laced in his voice.
She huffed, “Like what? Taking advantage of a woman trying to help you. I mean you were tied to a tree. I thought you needed assistance. Instead, I get attacked.”
“So you’re going to play the victim? I apologized and warned you to leave. You didn’t take heed. Look, let’s start this over. My name is Worwick. May I ask what your name is?” he offered.
She eyed him before replying, “Analyse.”
“That’s a start. Would you like me to walk you home, Analyse?” he proposed.
She glanced in every direction before replying, “As much as I’d like to reject your offer, I might need the help. I’m not sure where I am.”
The embarrassment she felt was beyond comparison. She had gotten lost in the woods with a total stranger, and foul deeds were done. That was not Analyse one bit. If her parents, or anyone for that matter, heard what she was up to, she would never hear to the end of it.
“If it helps, try to forget what happened. That way you are ok with accepting my aid in getting you home,” he stated.
She had no remark. There was no forgetting what had just occurred, so she waited for Worwick to start walking the direction to her home.
“Wait. How do you know where I live?” Analyse suddenly questioned.
“I know a lot of things.”
It was clear from his reply that he was aware of her and had been for some time.
They walked in silence mindful of the tension brewing. Analyse couldn’t help glancing at him out the corner of her eye. He was hot. Maybe hot wasn’t the correct word, handsome, gorgeous or God-made. She couldn’t believe how the sex between them had lit her entire world up. Not to mention how sore she had since become from the pounding.
“Do you need help?” Worwick questioned.
She quipped, “No. I can handle the walk home. Thank you.”
It’s not like she would hop into his arms and allow him to carry her the distance home. Just because her pussy hurt and her legs were sore didn’t mean she’d show weakness. Damn it. She had a little dignity and sought to prove it.
Their feet shuffled along as sticks and leaves crushed into the snow under them. Analyse fell behind just enough so that Worwick’s luscious round ass entered her vision. An ass that was tempting enough to grasp and squeeze tight. She grunted at the thought but continued to follow Worwick’s lead.
The need to touch him intensified with every step they took. It terrified the hell out of Analyse. The thing inside of her wanted out, and to play with its new toy. It was like a clawing sensation deep in her belly that tore a low growl from Analyse’s lips frightening her even further.
She was torn between rubbing her scent all over Worwick once again, and running far from his sight as possible. Though, neither could happen because she yearned to spend more time with him. How was that even possible? Needing to be around someone you’ve just met.
It was dark, and the only light to illuminate their path other than the flashlight Analyse allowed Worwick to borrow was the glow from the full moon. Regardless, minutes later she realized they were already in her backyard. Why didn’t she notice it before? The darkness enveloped her sight from anything that the flashlight, and moon didn’t reveal.
He motioned for her to step aside before wrenching open her back door and walking inside. It didn’t bother her that he took the lead, but she wasn’t thrilled to have him barging into her home without her permission.
“What are you doing?” she quizzed.
He glanced around each wall leading up to the living area before answering, “All clear. I was making sure you were safe before leaving you for the night.”
“I guess that’s a gentlemanly thing to do. Thanks,” Analyse acknowledged.
She’s never had anyone care for her wellbeing other than her parents, and it felt nice. It’s not to say she would get used to it but she understood his concern.
“Umm…” she trailed off.
There wasn’t a thing she could end the night with other than, thanks for the fuck or how about that pounding? Both comments seemed wrong but accurate. How to say bye to a complete and total stranger with the hope of never seeing him again? Although her mind contradicted itself, she definitely wanted to learn more about him.
He slid his fingers through his hair while standing awkwardly before her, “I’ll see you soon.”
With that comment, he turned swiftly and exited her back door. There was no reply from her lips. She was stunned by his confidence of showing his face again. Will there be another time? She secretly hoped so but was also scared of the outcome.
There were too many questions that needed answers. What exactly was he? Why was he chained up and chasing her once lose? How come she felt changed? Were there more people like him? How the fuck was there even such a thing as what she had witnessed? As much as she wanted to deny what she saw, Analyse couldn’t. Maybe she was going crazy. Humans couldn’t really turn into beasts, could they?
She was concerned. What if there were others like Worwick, but they weren’t as civil? Should she warn her parents or keep it a secret?
It couldn’t hurt to wait and find out what happened.
She walked the short distance to her bathroom, took a shower to rinse the sex and dirt from her shameful body and dressed in her undies. She didn’t usually sleep in clothes because her body would heat up at odd hours of the night.
She removed her duvet from the bed and settled in for a rested night, or morning, whichever way you wanted to look at it. It was still night out, but the clock read morning hours. She was thankful there wasn’t anywhere she needed to be later that day.
Chapter Five
Worwick stood outside Analyse’s window watching her for long moments before finally deciding to leave. He didn’t feel that she was safe living alone. She was his mate, and he knew he must protect her at all
costs. There was no inkling in her beautiful eyes that she understood they were mated. And that’s precisely what happened the moment he marked her smooth skin.
He walked towards the forest and thought about all that had transpired between them. Analyse was terrified, this he knew. Other than warning her, there really was no stopping the mating process. The moon called to him as it did to her. Her bewildered expression proved how much she was terrified of what was happening.
The beauty bundled up in her bed was a werewolf and didn’t even know it. There was no way he’d be able to introduce that side to her without her acting out irrationally about it. He would need to be gentle with her and preferably be alone so that he could coax the beast out of her. She would have to see for herself.
Because of the unknown, he couldn’t introduce her to the pack until she was acutely aware of the situation. Her reaction to being part wolf was what worried him the most. He could handle it alone, but around the pack, he wasn’t so sure.
His steps echoed in the night as he walked swiftly towards his destination. The moon waned as the sun’s rays slowly drifted over the land. The time passed quickly from the moment he lost control until he left her home. The further his steps took him, the more anxious he became. He refused to camp too far away.
He tried his best to sleep, but it was hard when all he wanted was to curl up beside Analyse, keep her safe and in turn settle his mind.
The sun shone bright on his face rousing him from the minuscule slumber he managed to get out in the frigid cold.
“You’re awake?” a voice called out.
His eyes squinted past the flakes of snow blurring his vision. He didn’t realize the forecast called for more snow and he shivered.
“Here, throw this on,” the unknown voice offered.
A soft beige blanket was thrown his way as he wiped his vision clear. Denyse. He should’ve known she would find him. It seemed no matter where he traveled; she happened to show up.
“What are you doing here?” he questioned once recognizing whom the voice belonged to.
“I followed your scent. Figured you needed help catching game since you left us hanging,” Denyse stated.
He eyed her for a moment before speaking, “You know damn well I don’t need any help. This isn’t the first time I’ve gone out on my own to help our clan.”
Her face scrunched from his irate attitude towards her appearance. He felt sorry for snapping at her but didn’t want her to know the real reason he was camping this close to the forest line.
“What’s her name?” Denyse caught him off guard.
“What are you talking about?” Worwick questioned, “I’m here to find food for our pack.”
“Don’t play coy with me,” she answered, “I know you well. And the fact that you smell like her just proves it. You forget how great our sense of smell is?”
He had hoped she wouldn’t remind him of the times they’d spent together. He was young and naïve while she preyed on his youth. Denyse was only two years above his own age but knew her way around a man’s heart and body. Who was he to deny a she-wolf willing to share his bed?
“You have got to let her go,” she purred as she sidled up to Worwick, and trailed her nail on the side of his cheek, “She’s no good for you. Besides, you have me to warm your bed at night, to be your mate and bring forth your kin.”
Her fingers continued its trail along his torso as she cooed in his ear. He could forget all about Analyse if only his instinct let it lie. He was drawn to her regardless if he wanted to be. There was a slight problem; he believed she didn’t know she’s part wolf. There’s no way Analyse would be able to handle Worwick and his demands on her especially bearing his children. He wanted to mark her once again and show her off to the clan. He wanted every human, wolf or being to know that she was his and his alone. His need for Analyse was overpowering everything else that he had responsibility for.
“Put a lid on it, Denyse. It won’t happen, and you’ll do well to remember that,” Worwick snarled, “You need to learn your place, especially when I bring Analyse among us.”
“I see.” Her furry was noticeable as she threw her palms in the air with frustration. She turned to stomp away from Worwick but added before leaving the room, “She’ll never be one of us, it could’ve been great between us. You’ll mess up big time by bringing her amongst us. You just wait, and see.”
With that comment, she stormed off in the opposite distance of the woods without a backwards glance.
Worwick knew she meant business. He also realized that he had to remind Denyse who was alpha in the pack. Although he hated proving himself over and over, it must be done. She’d grow to respect his authority even if it meant continuously showing her whom the boss was.
If he didn’t nip that shit in the bud, Denyse would think she could overstep Analyse’s word, and that just wouldn’t do.
He exhaled slowly. The day hasn’t started yet, and he was already stressed. Chasing Analyse had expelled a significant amount of energy. She had been scared. The frightful look in her eyes as they darted at a backwards glance while running showed him that. There was no changing what happened. His beast recognized the woman who was his and it had manifested itself. He’d tried to suppress the change but to no avail. In the end, was it worth it? Would she be curious to know who he was or what he was? What she was?
He hoped, with all his might, that she’d return to him. Since he had sensed her, there was no way she could ever run from him. He would find Analyse no matter where she chose to hide.
It wasn’t long after Denyse left with her cryptic reply that he wondered how the clan would react to Analyse. They haven’t had a woman leader in quite some time so it would be a significant change. He fully believed it would be for the best because some of the women in the clan needed a female's guidance in particular matters.
He dusted the fallen snow off of him before folding the blanket Denyse loaned him. There wasn’t a place to put it, so he carried it in the crook of his right arm and walked towards Analyse’s backyard.
His steps were quick and quiet because he didn’t want to be seen by anyone. The only reason for viewing Analyse would be to check on her, and then he’d leave. He needed to make sure she was safe before continuing his search for game for his clan. It wouldn’t take him long, then he’d check on her again.
He reached her back window that looked into her bedroom, but she wasn’t in sight. Where was she? The panic was setting in as he walked towards the other windows of her home. Peeking in, he noticed her sitting at the antique mahogany dining table. A book was perched atop the table as her eyes scanned the page while a coffee cup rested on the left side of it. Upon closer inspection, the title read “Inner Wolf: The Human’s View.”
Did she know then? He assumed she had no clue because she didn’t turn from the pull of the moon, however; she could be stronger than he initially thought. A smile graced his lips. His clan members would envy his mate at witnessing her strength and it might make the acceptance more bearable. The painful stab in his chest ached the further he walked away, he couldn’t help but think that she was perfect, and it tugged at his heart, lightening the pain just a little.
With that final thought, he doubled back quietly towards the forest just as the snow picked up. It was seamless for hunting prey. They wouldn’t sense him or see him coming.
Placing the blanket down, he changed to his wolf form before stalking deliberately towards the distinct sound. It was low but his ears perked from it. He wasn’t sure what animal made it and he didn’t care. He needed to show his clan he was capable of providing for them. Glaring through the thick brush covered in dense snow, he witnessed an Alaskan Hare.
He waited with bated breath once the hare’s head jerked towards him at the sound of Worwick’s advances. It looked about ten pounds, beautiful and white-coated. He didn’t want to have to kill it, but it’s what must be done.
Moving slowly, and then stopping for a second before moving
once again, he was almost upon it. Only seconds more and it would be dinner.
Without warning, he was ambushed from the side. His breath hitched from the impact, and it scared his prey away. Oh, he was pissed. He had been so close to having dinner and now it was ruined.
Getting up quickly, he shook the snow from his fur before noticing it was Tomkins. He was Worwick’s second in command. If he fucked up a hunt, then there had to be a problem.
Turning to human form, he bellowed, “What the fuck man!”
His comrade transformed into human also before responding, “I’m sorry. I honestly didn’t see you. I was running too fast to notice much in front of me. Are you okay?”
“Yes but we have no dinner now thanks to your interruption,” he announced with exasperation, “Well out with it.”
He stuttered before informing, “We have an extreme situation at the camp. While we were on the hunt, clan members were taken from who we believe to be rogue wolves. We need your help, and it has to be quick. Who knows what these rogues are capable of?
“Do you have any clue as to who was taken?”
Tompkins’s frown deepened as he revealed, “From what we can gather, Derek, Denyse, and Sasha were taken.”
He exhaled slowly, “Fuck, man. I’m sorry. When did this happen?”
“About a couple of hours ago. We were each gathering dinner so we could return home,” Tomkins supplied.
Sasha was Tomkins’ mate. Although she didn’t recognize or accept him as her mate yet; Tomkins had known she was the one. Worwick couldn’t imagine the suffering Tomkins endured by having his mate kidnapped.
“Let’s go to our camp,” Worwick ordered.
Chapter Six
Her interest was piqued by the information she’d consumed from reading “Inner Wolf: The Human’s View.” Although Analyse wasn’t entirely sure the authors who wrote it were real werewolves, she was curious nevertheless. There were various signs mentioned in the book that was happening with her physique.