by Pace, Pepper
He breathed in deeply. “No fair,” he growled. “I can’t do you.”
I slid my hand down his front until I reached the buttons of his pants. I unfastened them, and Paul reached down and adjusted himself.
He put his hand on my leg and let it creep up my thigh. That damned skirt was in the way. I tugged it until the fabric ripped.
Paul sucked in a sharp breath as he fought to keep his eyes on the road.
I parted my legs giving him access to my black-laced thong. I thrust my pelvis forward as his fingers moved past the fabric to stroke my hot pussy.
“I have to pull the car over,” he said while slowing down.
“No!” I rose to my knees with his fingers still stroking me. When his thumb circled my clit, I felt my juices drip from my opening to coat his hand.
With a moan I reached into his shirt again and squeezed his nipple lightly while lapping at his neck.
“Oh,” he groaned. “You’re going to make me wreck.”
I spotted his penis poking from the top of his unzipped pants. As it hardened, it was lengthening at an incredible rate. He hadn’t morphed it earlier! This was all Paul! Hungrily I gripped it in my hand and lowered my mouth over the thick head. It was so hot and silky in my mouth.
He groaned. “Kim ...”
I slobbered over his cock, pausing only long enough to ask him, “Do you want me to stop?”
“Hell, no! But can I pull over?”
“No,” I moaned. “Drive faster.” I continued slurping and lapping at his silky hardness.
“You are crazy.” But he sped up and whipped around curves.
I deep-throated him, and he threw his head back while still staring at the road.
“Don’t do that again,” he wheezed.
I inhaled his cock again, and this time his hand gripped my hair, his pelvis rose off the seat, and he thrust deeply into my mouth.
I had to pull back to keep from choking on him.
When I began slurping and lapping at him again, he yelled, “Fuck!” His hand slid into my blouse where he stroked my breasts and lightly pinched my nipples.
I closed my eyes and savored the feel of him in my mouth while his hands explored my body.
He jerked the wheel, and I heard a horn blasting behind us. I glanced up at him. Beads of sweat had formed on his face, and his eyes were wide open, but he didn’t stop pumping into my mouth.
I felt his hand move across my back and over my hips until he had my skirt hiked up high. He gripped one bare buttock, his middle finger firmly pushing past the material of the thong and grazing the crack of my ass until his finger entered my pussy.
I bucked my hips involuntarily and moaned against his wet cock before sucking the tip hard. His forced another finger into me while I squirmed and moaned with total abandon. He forced yet another finger inside me, dipping in and out of my dripping hot pussy. The sound of my wetness as he worked his fingers into me seemed to drive him crazy. His cock stiffened impossibly hard, and the delicious taste of his semen flooded my mouth.
I glanced up at him because we were driving at a breakneck pace, but his eyes were wide on the road while he panted and groaned. He was white knuckling the steering wheel with one hand while he buried the other in my pussy, working me faster and faster. I didn’t want to pull my mouth off his cock, but as I felt my own orgasm approaching, I released him and buried my head into his crotch, yelling out my release.
My honey flowed from my vibrating pussy as it gripped and convulsed around his fingers. “Paul!” I screamed while he rapidly finger-fucked me. My orgasm lasted longer than I expected, but soon the gyration of my hips slowed, as did the pounding pulse of my clit.
He slowed the movements of his fingers until they were stroking me gently and leaving a warm trail of wetness across my ass and thigh. My legs quivered and I sat up, curling them beneath me while I rested my head on Paul’s shoulder in contentment. He stroked my hair as he continued to drive.
“Damn, Kim,” he murmured. “That was fucking amazing.” He glanced at me. “But when we get home I plan to eat you. No bath, no shower. I want to taste your come, okay?”
I felt my clit quivering again.
“Yes, baby.”
~***~
We had plenty of time for Paul to feast and for us both to come at least once more.
As his tongue lapped at me and my limbs weakened with the approach of dawn, I wondered if he’d continue eating me out after I slept. Some men liked going down, but Paul obviously loved it, though I wasn’t quite sure if it was him or if it was the wolf in him.
It wasn’t Paul I should have been worried about.
When I awoke I was being eaten, but not by Paul.
Blood was everywhere, and the sudden streak of pain I had was indescribable.
I looked down to see something in my hands, slick and long like a snake.
It was my intestines.
CHAPTER 15
The pain was intense.
One moment I was asleep, the next I was convulsing in agony. My hand clawed at my stomach, and dark, blackish blood was pouring out of me. Despite the agonizing pain, my mind snapped to attention though I wanted to writhe in agony.
I felt as if I was moving underwater, and everything seemed to be going in slow motion. I could barely move my limbs, and when I opened my eyes I saw a dead Werewolf lying near me and a semi-morphed Paul fighting off two more.
What I had seen the night before when the pack had invaded my home was nothing. What I had seen Paul become last night was nothing. Fully morphed werewolves were huge! They weren’t wolves or men at all. They were a souped-up combination of both!
Paul is a big man, but the two Werewolves dwarfed him, and more were flooding into the bedroom.
I realized that although the room was shrouded in darkness, it was daylight.
I was awake and it was daylight.
My body was lying on the floor with my feet still on the bed as if something had tried to drag me off.
Despite the searing pain that would have killed the average human, my mind focused on “The Wolf and the Seven Young Kids,” a story from my childhood. In the story, a big bad wolf eats six little goats while their mother was away. When the mother returns, she has the surviving kid get her some scissors, a needle, and some thread. She finds the big bad wolf, cuts him open, and rescues her kids. They fill up the wolf’s stomach with rocks, and she sews up the wolf’s belly. As a child I wondered how that would feel.
And now I knew. It felt like burning hot coals buried in the pit of my stomach.
Despite everything else, I remembered I was a Vampire. This wasn’t a killing blow. I wasn’t going to die from an injury like this.
But Paul would.
If I didn’t get my ass together and help him, he would be dead and I might as well be dead, too.
I sat up, and the pain became like razors cutting through my organs. I bit back a tortured scream. For the moment I was beneath the radar because the werewolves thought I wasn’t a threat.
Paul let out a high-pitched yell, and a Werewolf went flying across the room. As it slammed into my mirrored dresser with a yelp and didn’t move, two more tackled Paul to the ground. In addition to the dead Werewolf who had evidently attacked me, two others lay dead, one with his throat ripped out, the other with a broken back.
What the fuck could I do? Whenever I moved, a searing poker ripped through me.
“Julie! Tige! Tony, help me!”
But it was daylight. They couldn’t hear me … if Julie and Tige were still alive.
“Monica! Oh Monica, where are you? Are you okay?”
“Tyler?”
No answers.
They can’t be dead! My heart felt like it could explode.
“Karen! Mara!”
But there was no response. I couldn’t even feel them. It had to be the daylight. I didn’t have the power to transmit during the day.
With the last bit of my resolve, I clenched my teeth and sat up. We
were not dying like this!
But the pain was so bad I slumped over and blacked out.
~***~
When I opened my eyes, everything was a blur.
I was in motion and moving fast through the woods. I was surprised to be alive, but how could I have blacked out when Paul needed me most? The smell of blood was strong. I squinted and saw that Paul was carrying me. He was so bloody, and claw marks marring his face and neck. His shoulder and arm bled the most. Something had ripped him from his shoulder to his elbow down to the bone. How he held on to me I don’t know, but he ran through the forest impossibly fast.
“Paul …”
He looked down at me and slowed. “Baby, you need to get out of here. I need you to flash yourself to safety!”
“Paul, no, I can’t leave,” I whispered.
“You have to! I have to change. I have to heal before I bleed to death. I can’t change with you here because I don’t know what my Werewolf will do to you. You have to get out of here!”
I concentrated on his words and thought about a place where I could go. Tony’s place was my first thought. I felt a brief flash but nothing else. I couldn’t flash. I could barely concentrate. The sun was draining me. I was so tired and my stomach hurt so badly.
“I can’t. The daylight ...”
Paul stopped and panted. He lowered us to the ground, his hair covering his face.
“You’re going to have to change all the way, Paul. They’re coming.” I could hear their steady approach. Four or five of them were coming fast.
Paul quivered. “I don’t know if I can. There’s no moon.”
“You have to try,” I whispered.
He nodded. “I have to. I have to.”
I scooted away from him. Blood poured from my belly, and my hand was holding parts of me that my eyes should never see, but my brief blackout seemed to have healed me a bit. Instead of razors in my belly I felt dull knife blades.
He lifted his head. “I’ll try my best to remember that I’m really human, but if something happens, forget about me and save yourself, even if that means you have to save yourself from me. I love you.”
His eyes turned golden, and his body thickened. He was already shirtless, and he took off his blood-soaked jeans. He crouched and turned to watch his arms pulse until they doubled and almost tripled in size. Paul howled as if every breath in his body exploded from his throat. I covered my ears. The forest seemed to freeze at the sound of him.
What happened next wasn’t pretty. Hair started sprouting from his body in ripples. It reminded me of a wheat field and the way the air seemed to make the stalks move in waves. He howled again, and it seemed there was pain in the cry.
I tried to swallow.
Paul shook his head back and forth and gripped his head in hands that were hooked and taloned. Paul’s face elongated with a series of cracks. Fine black hair sprouted, and his nose became canine. In less than a minute, the new Paul crouched before me. He was bigger, taller … and I wouldn’t have recognized him if I hadn’t seen him change before my eyes.
Unlike an actual wolf, the Werewolf looked like a monster. Paul was black with thick hair covering his entire body. His chest had lighter fur that ran down to his groin. I could see his genitalia, which was more human than animal, his scrotum covered in finer hair and his penis thick between his thighs. Those thighs were roped with muscles that stood out barely confined by his skin. But it was below his knees where it got horribly scary. His bones below the knees were elongated, and he balanced his weight on the tips of his feet so that they resembled more paws than feet.
“Don’t faint, don’t faint,” I whispered.
Paul’s nose stretched what would have been his upper lip until it disappeared into a slash of mouth that showed his exposed teeth. His ears had moved back and were pointy and sprouted lighter, coarse hair. His normally light hair haloed his head in a freakish mane. The arms that reached toward the ground were also bulging with barely contained muscles. His hands were black and gnarled, and the nails there were pointy and thickened.
When I looked into that thing’s eyes, I didn’t see Paul. What crouched before me was separate from the man who had been with me mere minutes before. Paul and I weren’t so different. Like Paul, I was no longer the same as I had been when I was a human.
A low growl rumbled in his chest. I thought about calling his name, but I decided not to. I also decided it would be best not to move.
Paul sniffed the air, and thick ropes of drool fell from his huge teeth. He had told me before that he’d need to hunt after changing.
He’d need to eat.
My fear, my exhaustion, and my pain were so overpowering that my eyes closed briefly. With a jolt I opened them to see that Paul had moved closer to me.
He was sniffing me.
“Paul,” I whispered and tried not to be afraid.
His breathing was loud but even. Crouching on all fours, he nudged my bloody hands with his nose.
I stayed frozen the way Vampires do so well.
Paul whined softly, and my fear spiked then melted away. He wouldn’t be whining if he was going to eat me, would he?
His tongue came out, and he licked the blood from the back of my hand.
It hurt to do it, but I stopped pressing against the gaping wound in my stomach, opened my hand, and let Paul lick my bloody palm and fingers. He lapped it much like he did another way the night before.
His ears snapped back, he looked out into the forest, and he growled. I concentrated on the sounds of the werewolves. Five or six of them were watching us from the woods, closing in on us and surrounding us.
How could the student beat his teachers? They’d been hunting for generations, and Paul had only been a Werewolf for two months. Perhaps they wouldn’t kill him. They wanted his blood, his strength. Maybe they’d take him back to Poland. While he would hate being a prisoner, at least he’d be alive.
With my blood loss and injury, I was of no help to him at all.
Paul’s Werewolf turned his head to me. He put his hairy wrist between his massive teeth and bit down hard.
What?
Paul grabbed my head roughly with his clawed paw/hand and pressed his bleeding wrist to my mouth. It amazed me something so inhuman would know I needed blood. But it was such a bad time. Our enemies were closing in on us. I wanted to tell him to forget about me and reserve his energy.
I tried to push his paw away.
I couldn’t move him, and blood poured down my throat. I had to swallow quickly to keep from wasting it. His blood running down my throat felt like liquid fire. It burned as I drank and began to flood my veins. I could feel it all through my body, especially within my stomach wound.
I heard myself mewling as I drank long and deep. My entire body seemed to be on fire, but the searing heat healed instead of hurt. His blood flow was slowing, and I nipped him without thinking.
He didn’t budge, merely glaring into the woods.
I gripped his wrist and hung onto it as I fed. Hot blood poured into my stomach but was no longer pouring from it. I could think so much better, which allowed me to concentrate on healing the wound.
I heard rustling in front of us and saw gleaming hazel eyes staring back at us.
Paul yanked away from me, breaking my grip with no effort. He leaped impossibly far, landing on the other creature in the woods. They were rolling in and out of sight behind trees and brush. I could see the other werewolves, many of whom were watching the action and waiting for their opportunity to join in.
My awareness was back, and I wasn’t going to faint.
My eyebrows knit as I concentrated on my stomach wound. I needed to hurry and heal. The pain was bearable but still bad.
“Tyler? Monica?” I called again. If I had been attacked then they surely had been, too. I needed to know they were okay.
But I didn’t get any answer.
I wasn’t sure if it was because of the sun and the way it seemed to be blocking my energy or
if it was because the worst had happened.
I squeezed my eyes closed as I heard a pained whimpering from the woods. I knew it wasn’t Paul. Don’t ask me how I knew, but I did.
Three of them were on him, snapping jaws and clawing talons. There was no mercy in their biting teeth and ripping claws.
They meant to kill him!
And yet I could only think of my human friends dead or dying in my house, Tige and my other Vampires more than likely ash, and my man about to be killed before my eyes.
A growl thundered in my ear, and I whipped around to see a Werewolf mere feet from me.
He transformed back to semi-human form.
Yosef.
He watched me with gleaming eyes and a pleased grin. “I did not know that all of Paul’s women weren’t among the undead. It was a waste to kill the blonde one. Her blood was strong, and she would have borne wonderful children for us.”
My brain seemed to explode within my skull.
Yosef laughed. “Still, her flesh was nourishment to our men. Now you will pay what you owe.”
Oh God … Monica!
Any remaining fear turned to anger, and anger turned to rage. My body shook as I pulled myself to my knees.
My eyes turned red. I felt my teeth rip through my gums. My skin split from my neck all the way down my back. My muscles burst from my skin so much faster than the first time I became the creature that my fangs punctured my lower lip!
I don’t remember jumping on Yosef, but I did remember the look of surprise on his face when I changed and landed on him. He tried to morph but couldn’t do it as fast as I had.
“Motherfucker!” I screamed in a voice I didn’t recognize.
Yosef tried kicking me in the belly, but I had no stomach wound.
I forced my hand into his chest, and when I withdrew it, I was holding his beating heart.
Yosef and I watched it pulsating, he with horror and me with hunger.
Monica …
I shoved Yosef’s heart into my mouth and chewed as Yosef died.