by Sky Winters
The eyes of the second wolf fell onto the corpse of his companion, and Damien sensed the shifter had lost control. He moved in for a desperate, wild attack that clearly wasn't part of the plan. The wolf swiped his paws in the air, but Damien was able to easily move out of the way, sending the wolf tumbling into trash cans behind him. The wolf struggled to get to his feet, but Damien wasn't about to let him recover. Damien lunged at the wolf, digging his claws into his fur. Once the second shifter was pinned down, Damien repeated the bite into the neck and with a quick snap, broke the animal's neck.
Now it was just Damien and the wolf in the middle.
He knew this one wouldn't go down as easily as the others. This wolf was bigger, stronger, and ready for a fight to the death. But as Damien glanced over at Ingrid, who now was cowering behind the nearby tree[LR2], the feeling that he was fighting for more than something than himself took over. He was ready to kill.
The final wolf and Damien circled each other, sizing one another up, each waiting for the other to make the first move. Damien knew the advantage would be to whoever could counter the first attack, so with a quick juke, he baited the middle wolf into pouncing. With a vicious snarl, the middle wolf jumped into the air. Damien was hoping for just this, and moved out of the way at the last moment. Instead of landing on Damien, the wolf slammed with a thud into the tree Ingrid was hiding behind, and she let out a scream at the wolf being so close to her.
The wolf scrambled to his feet and struggled to steady himself. But it was too late. By the time he regained his composure, Damien was already in the middle of a low arc, flying toward him like a bullet. Damien latched onto the wolf's body, digging his teeth into his fur. This wolf had a little more fight in him yet, however. He snapped back against Damien, his teeth grazing Damien's body and cutting through the skin. Damien let out a yelp, and when he realized the wound was only a surface thing, he snapped his teeth again. This time where his teeth ended up had far more of an impact. He clamped down onto the wolf's neck and gave it a sharp twist. The crack of the wolf's neck snapping reverberated through Damien's body, and soon, the final wolf stopped moving.
Damien took a moment to catch his breath, and when he finally recovered, he shifted back into his human form and took a look around. The corpses of the other wolves were splayed here and there, and Damien calmed slightly when he realized the fight was over. He quickly turned his attention back to Ingrid, who was still huddled behind the tree.
"What…what the fuck happened?" she asked, her eyes wet with tears. "What are you?"
"Come on," said Damien. "I need to get you home."
He grabbed her wrist, but she quickly jerked her hand free from his grasp.
"No fucking way,” she said. "Not until you tell me why the hell you and those men just turned into…animals!"
Damien realized there was no getting out of this without an explanation.
"Because…" he said, closing his eyes. "An animal is what I am. I'm not a human, you see. I'm a wolf."
CHAPTER 5
Ingrid's heart pounded as the two of them ran down the silent streets of Washington. She couldn't believe what she'd just seen. Did Damien, her boss, really just change into a wolf and fight…other wolves? What the hell was going on?
But as they ran, Ingrid knew she wasn't going to get any answers out of Damien until the two of them got back home. So, she resigned herself to running hand-in-hand with Damien, hurrying back to the house in Georgetown. As they ran, Ingrid spotted on Damien's neck a long streak, dark and red with blood.
"You're hurt," said Ingrid as they hurried along.
"It's nothing," said Damien.
"How do you know that? You barely stopped to even look at it!"
"Because it doesn't hurt, and even if it did, we don't have time to do anything but get home. Who knows how many more of those assholes are out here looking for us?"
"Why…why are they doing this? Why are wolves trying to kill us?"
"They're trying to kill me, not you. And no more questions until we get home!"
Ingrid could tell that Damien's temper was right on the verge of exploding once again, and she didn't want to be the target of it, especially with how much adrenaline must've been pounding through his system.
They eventually arrived back at the house, and Ingrid never thought she'd be so happy to see the place, especially after only living there for a little under a week. Once inside, Damien found the babysitter and hurriedly went through his wallet to pay her and send her off.
"Adeline was great, Mr. Kennedy; she's in bed now," said the woman. "Calm and quiet as usual. And – oh my God, are you bleeding?"
"It's nothing," said Damien.
"Um, he had a few too many and fell over on the way back," said Ingrid.
Damien flashed her a look that seemed to say: "Really? That's the best excuse you can come up with?"
Ingrid shrugged as Damien pulled out a loose assortment of bill's and shoved them into the woman's hands. The babysitter looked down at them in shock; it was clearly far more than she was anticipating.
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Kennedy; thank you so much!"
"Sure, sure," said Damien, hurrying the woman out the front door.
Once she was gone, Damien pulled off his shirt and looked over the wound. It didn't look too bad to Ingrid; nothing but a surface cut. He went over to his liquor cabinet, grabbed a bottle of vodka and, standing over the sink, poured the alcohol over the cut, wincing as he did.
"I'll get the first aid kit," said Ingrid, hurrying off to the bathroom.
She returned moments later with the kit in hand; fumbling through it, she found the gauze and set to work taping up Damien's wound. And as she did, she couldn't help but let her eyes fall onto the ropey muscles of his exposed upper body. Just like she was sure was the case with Damien, adrenaline pounded through her body; Ingrid felt like she was on some kind of strange drug.
"Now," she said, her voice a more demanding tone than she'd ever heard out of her mouth before. "Tell me what the hell is going on!"
But Damien clearly wasn't in the mood to answer questions. He looked her up and down with hungry eyes, as if he wanted to turn back into his wolf form and set into her right then and there. Ingrid stepped back, noticing that his eyes were no longer his usual blue, but that same striking gold color that she'd noticed the night they'd first slept together.
He…must've shifted then, too, she thought. When we fucked before, he was half-wolf, half-man!
The thought did nothing but turn Ingrid on more than she ever imagined possible. As if reading her mind, Damien shot toward her with inhumanly quick speed and grabbed onto her hips. He looked down at her with those brilliant golden eyes, those eyes that seemed to glow with a strange, irresistible energy. She knew at that moment that he could do whatever he wanted with her.
And judging from the way he looked at her, that's exactly what he had in mind. He stared hard into her eyes, seeming to size her up like she was his next meal. Ingrid felt small and helpless in his grip, like there was nothing she could do, even if she wanted to. It was strange, the way he looked at her. There was the animal hunger she recognized from their previous love-making, but there was something else, too. It was something like concern, maybe even a little worry. And the way he held her wasn't just about keeping her in his grasp, it was about keeping her safe, and protected. Ingrid felt safe and thrilled, all at the same time.
"What are you going to do?" asked Ingrid, her voice coming out small, helpless.
"You know exactly what I'm going to do," said Damien, his own voice a low growl.
"Then do it."
That was all he needed to hear. Damien quickly moved his head toward Ingrid's neck, his lips locking onto the delicate skin just below her jaw. He began kissing her hard and fast, covering her neck in kisses, the sensation sending a wild thrill down Ingrid's spine.
"Oh, God," she moaned as she ran her fingers through Damien's thick hair.
He continued to growl as he
kissed her, his hands moving up and down her body as though there wasn't a single bit of her he wanted to go ignored. Locked in an embrace, the two of them moved toward the back of the room, onto the balcony and into the cool night air, the pool glittering under the backyard lights below them.
Damien's hands moved down to the line of Ingrid's dress, and she quickly shot her hands back to help take the thing off before he tore it to shreds…though part of her was more than turned on by the idea. Once the dress was undone, Damien pulled it off with a hard yank, bringing it down past her waist and down her legs. Soon, Ingrid was in nothing but the black lace bra and panty set she wore. The air was slightly chilly on her skin, but the heat from Damien's body soon warmed her right up.
"Goddamn," he said, looking at her body as he kissed her. "You have no fucking idea how hard it is to keep my hands off you."
"Then don't," said Ingrid, her voice breathy.
It was clear this was exactly what Damien had in mind.
Ingrid went to work on Damien's clothes, undoing the buttons of his tux and untying his bow as fast as she could. Between the adrenaline and the arousal that'd taken hold of her, it was difficult to keep her hands steady. But soon, she was working the buttons of his shirt, exposing more and more of his god-like physique with each button she undid. Moments later, she pulled his shirt off, revealing his sculpted, beautiful torso, his solid, square pecs heaving with each full breath he took. Soon, Ingrid had him down to nothing but his skin-tight, black boxer briefs, his long cock straining against the fabric.
Ingrid was beyond turned on. She'd never had a man want her as much as Damien did at that moment. But still, she couldn't help but make him wait, just a bit, for the fucking that he so desperately wanted to give her. Ingrid placed her hands on his thick, wide shoulders, pushed him back, and flashed him a naughty little smile. Without a word, she dropped to her knees and was face-to-face with his impressive package.
Damien understood right away what she had in mind and placed his hands on the back of her head. Ingrid raised up just a bit, kissing the definition of his abs, giving attention to each of his jutting hip muscles on both sides of his six-pack. And as she kissed him, Damien let out a low growl that reverberated through Ingrid's body. She wondered if at any moment he might shift.
She didn't want to keep him waiting too long – he could barely restrain himself as it was. Ingrid slipped her fingers under the waistband of Damien's briefs and yanked them down, his cock springing out right in front of her face. Her eyes went wide at the sight of his member; she'd seen it before, sure, but she'd forgotten just how big it was.
Maybe I've…bitten off more than I can chew, she thought. But I think I'm up to the challenge.
Ingrid wrapped her fingers around the base of Damien's cock, and he let out another growl as she did. She stroked him for a few moments as she prepared herself to take all of him into her mouth. Starting with kisses on his head, she continued to stimulate him with one hand while working more and more of him into her mouth. Soon, she had her lips wrapped around his head in a tight seal, flicking him with her tongue as she held him in her mouth. Damien growled more and more, and she wondered for just how long he could keep the animal at bay. After a few more moments, she felt ready to take more of him into her mouth. Keeping her lips wrapped tight, she moved down the many, many inches of his cock until he was fully inside her. Damien pressed hard on the back of her head, guiding her down how he wanted. And when he was fully down her throat, she looked up at him with smiling eyes, letting him enjoy the sight of her sucking on his fat, thick cock.
Once she was used to the size, Ingrid began bobbing up and down, filling the air with licking and sucking sounds. Damien moaned and groaned as she devoured his prick over and over, and Ingrid could tell he was getting ready to lose total control. After another minute of her sucking him, Damien guided Ingrid off his prick and back to her feet.
"You're making me go fucking crazy," he said, scooping her effortlessly into his hands and bringing her back to the table behind them. "But I don't want to lose my mind just yet."
"Maybe that's what I want," said Ingrid with a smirk.
"You'll lose control when I say you will," said Damien.
Another thrill ran up Ingrid's spine. She never would've guessed just how much a man taking control like this would've turned her on. She loved it.
Damien quickly snatched off Ingrid's bra, her large, perfectly-shaped breasts now bare. And as he did, Ingrid slipped her panties off and down her legs. Once she was totally nude, Damien latched onto her breasts, kissing and licking them, paying special attention to her nipples. He took one after the other into her mouth, and the feeling was so intense Ingrid wondered if he just might be able to make her cum with nothing more than the sensual attention he gave to her breasts.
She didn't have the chance to wonder for long. He moved down, kissing her hungrily as he did. He kissed her breasts, her stomach, her sides, and the low, low part of her stomach just above her sex. And the closer he came to her pussy, the wilder he became, the less restrained, the more animalistic.
"You smell so fucking good," he growled, squeezing her breasts as he did.
"You want to lick me?" asked Ingrid.
"More than fucking anything," he said.
He moved down until his face was right in front of her pussy. Damien then paused, taking in a slow draw of air through his nose, as though wanting to appreciate just what he had in front of him.
Then, he went to it.
He first started with kisses along the inside of her thighs, the sensation like electricity through Ingrid's body. Then, he gave his full attention to her pussy. He ate her ravenously, licking her clitoris and fingering her with his free hand. Ingrid moaned and shook as he ate her, barely able to keep her body steady as the pleasure rushed through her. With each lick, with each penetration of his fingers into her, she moved closer and closer to orgasm. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. Her orgasm came fast and hard, seizing her completely. Ingrid bucked and moaned, grinding her pussy hard into Damien's face. He continued to lick and finger her through her orgasm, the sensation like nothing Ingrid had ever felt before.
Soon, the orgasm ebbed. But Damien was ready for his. He shot up to his feet, wrapped his arms around Ingrid's waist, and pulled her close. Looking down, she saw that his cock was only inches from her pussy, and she wanted him to put that fat prick in her more than she'd ever wanted anything in her life.
Before she could worry too much about the matter, however, Damien gave her just what she wanted. With a slow and steady thrust, he entered her hard and deep. Ingrid's eyes went wide as she felt every inch of Damien inside her. She gripped hard onto the muscles of Damien's upper back, holding on for dear life as he filled her completely. Once he was fully sheathed inside of her, Ingrid took a slow, deep breath, preparing herself for the onslaught that Damien was surely about to give her.
Gripping onto the soft curves of her hips, Damien drove into Ingrid relentlessly, pounding her hard. The wild, golden glow was still in his eyes, and knowing that Damien was right on that thin separation between animal and man did nothing but make Ingrid more and more aroused by the second. She loved that she could bring this out of a man, that her body had cast such a spell on him. She was a little afraid of the power with which he fucked her, but more than anything else, she was turned on beyond belief.
The fucking brought Ingrid into something like a trance. Her eyes winced shut, and she could hardly keep a thought in her head. She knew she was about to come again, and that this orgasm was likely to be even more intense than the first. Opening her eyes just a bit, she looked at Damien's gorgeous face, which was fixed in an intense look of aroused concentration. Sweat glistened on his forehead as he pounded her, and she loved every second of it.
Soon, the orgasm came. It took hold of her completely, sending her into a wild whirlwind of ecstasy. She gripped hard onto Damien, moaning and screaming as she did, her toes curling tight and her fingers diggin
g into his back. Damien's orgasm soon followed, and he emptied himself into her, filling her full of his cum. Ingrid savored the sensual delight of him exploding inside of her, and she held his hips close so not a drop went anywhere but deep within.
Their orgasms faded, and they held each other close as they regained their breaths. Ingrid gently pushed Damien away, far enough that she could look at him, but close enough that he stayed inside her. He flicked his eyes up to her and she saw that they were back to his shimmering blue.
"Looks like I've tamed the beast," she said.
But Damien only chuckled.
"For now," he said.
The two kissed slowly and passionately, both of them sheathed fully in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Once they were done, the two embraced again, and it seemed to Ingrid as though they were the only people in the world, the full moon above like the great eye of some silent witness.
The next three weeks rushed by faster than Ingrid could believe. Despite the events of the evening at the ball, things seemed to calm down. Damien did his best to make sure Ingrid and Adeline were watched after from a distance while he worked behind the scenes to get to the bottom of just who was responsible for the attack.
And the relationship between the two of them was never the same after that night. They'd totally given in to their passions, sneaking off for quick lovemaking sessions here and there. What their relationship was, exactly, was still unclear to Ingrid. But she was happy to enjoy what they had.
"Hey, Adey," said Ingrid, giving the girl a hair-mussing as Ingrid walked into the living room.
"Hey!" said Adeline, flashing Ingrid a warm smile.
The girl was still warming up to her, but Ingrid felt like she'd made major progress in getting her to come out of her shell. And Damien noticed too. Every now and then, she'd catch him watching them play from a distance, a small smile on his face. He'd observe for a minute or two before going back to whatever he'd been doing before, and Ingrid was pleased that she'd been able to get further with his daughter than any nanny had before. And she was starting to develop genuine affection for the girl, waking up in the morning and looking forward to their afternoons after school together and their weekend shopping and lunch trips.