by Desconhecido
Senses alert even in his sleep state, he heard the faint rumbling of the shower going. It could only be Letha home. Home and in his heart once more. He glanced out the window and saw darkness had set. He’d slept longer than he’d intended. Vek jumped from the bed and headed for the bathroom. Another shower couldn’t hurt. He moved as quickly and as quietly as possible into the bathroom and was rewarded by finding her there; and evidently wrapped up in her own thoughts. Letha wasn’t a woman who let her guard down easily. She usually only did in the shower or in his bed when she knew she’d finished a lengthy round of the job or wanted to relax in his arms. He slowly opened the shower door and slipped quietly up behind her. She let out a soft mmm sound when he slid his arms around her…
* * * *
It’d been a long day, she’d had a few trouble makers today, but fortunately it wasn’t so bad she had to lock them up in the old cells. She didn’t need to hear them banging around or leave them in there long enough to wait for the judge to be woken up from his dinner. It was the weekend and she hoped it stayed low-key troubles or none at all. Her local region wasn’t a heavy crime one, but things happened hectically upon occasion and she liked to be ready when trouble came looming around.
It was after dusk when she returned. She locked the front doors to the office and went to the side entrance to her home quarters. A long hot shower was the first thing on her mind and that’s where she went. She stripped, turned on the shower, and then got in. The half-modern stall was wide enough for two people almost, and the water usually always ran hot to mildly warm depending on how she adjusted it. She closed her eyes and let the water spray her fully, enjoying the heated sensations of it caressing her body.
She hugged herself, wishing Vek was here stroking her beneath the water, whispering words of love and more to her, taking away her stress and filling her with his wolf-heat. She missed semi-shifting and having him take her strong and leisurely or hard and quick depending on their needs at the moment. Missed his hard body next to hers. She imagined him slipping into the shower, stroking her, heating up her entire physical being to a fiery frenzy, making her want him to an unbelievable distraction. It felt as if he were with her now, caressing her in rhythm with the water spraying over her body.
“I’ve missed you, needed you,” he said softly as his nose and mouth nuzzled against her cheek and his large strong arms came around her pulling her up against his hardened body.
She soaked it in, smelled his scent, and then gasped, spinning around, finding him in actuality with her. She swiftly wound her arms around him and kissed him with hard heated little kisses.
“I missed you. I didn’t wanna go, but felt…I had to…Oh, Vek…never let me be…without you again!”
“Never again,” he chuckled between responding kisses. “I’ve missed you…missed your sexy body, everything…about us…”
Then he cupped her bottom and she automatically put her legs around his waist and backside. In seconds, his stiff erection was inside of her slick channel, pumping her hard and furiously. Their heat built rapidly as they moved furiously in hot rhythm together. She howled out with him as an incredible orgasm wracked both their bodies at the same time. Then they stood there, for several long moments, letting their heat subside and the water warm them down. They quickly washed each other, dried off and he immediately scooped her up in his arms and headed to his bedroom. Once there he pulled her into bed with him and cuddled with her.
“You will never leave me like that again, do I make myself clear, woman?”
She chuckled softly at his hot command. “Yes, love. But you know you needed time to know Thane. To make sure you knew what you wanted.”
“I know that now, Letha. I enjoyed my time with my son, but he’s better off with Shaja and Zi-Den. They’re good parents to him. I do intend to be part of his life and hope you’ll go with me to visit him there or we can have them here. He did ask about you.”
She grinned and tilted her head upwards. “I liked him. He’s a part of all of you. Perhaps one day, when we’re ready, we can give him a little sister or brother, as I’m sure Shaja and Zi-Den want to. I knew right away they were right for each other.”
He drew her tighter to himself. “I would like pups of our own, in time. I agree they are best for each other now. I feel we’ve all let go of the haunts of our past and moved forward. I love you, Letha. Be my mate, my wife forever. My life isn’t complete without you.”
She nuzzled as close as possible to him. “Nor is my human or were-heart complete without you, my love. Forever and longer…”
The End
The Night Watchman
By Maranda Russell
Shape-shifter Diego finds himself helplessly drawn to a human woman named Marissa. He is astonished at how easily she accepts his non-human side. Still, he’s afraid of giving in to his intense feelings, due to his fear of hurting her.
* * * *
The Night Watchman
Maranda Russell
Diego watched through narrowed eyes as she wandered through the park alone. He had been watching this one for at least a month. At first, just for amusement and the possibility of a good mating, but over the past few weeks, he had developed a feeling of protectiveness toward her. He didn’t even know her name, but to his kind, names didn’t really matter. In fact, his tribe never even assigned last names. What mattered to him was the scent, and this woman had a mouthwatering aroma. She was human, of that there was no doubt. His superior sense of smell could separate a werewolf like himself from a normal human over a mile away. He could also tell that she was probably single since he had never caught a whiff of a man’s scent on her.
After observing her for several weeks, Diego had noticed that this particular female had a strange habit of walking alone through the woods of Sweetwater Creek every evening, just after sunset. He had to admit that it made him question her sanity slightly. Didn’t she know how dangerous it was for a human to walk alone through these woods after dark? Let alone a female human. After all, this was Atlanta, and even though he loved this city, he was not blind to its dangers. Even though they were in a state park, they were only minutes away from the beauty and the always-present crime of downtown Atlanta. In this area, not only was she vulnerable to an attack from his kind, but also from the vampires and the alligators that made their homes here. Worst of all were the perverted male humans whom he occasionally came across.
More than once in these woods he had shifted into his gray wolf form and chased some rapist away from his intended target. Diego knew it wasn’t his responsibility to keep the streets clean from common criminals, but no matter how hard he tried to look the other way, he couldn't help but interfere.
There was something about human women that drew him. He knew that he could easily kill them with one swipe of his claws or fang bite to their jugular, but maybe that was what intrigued him so much. Knowing they were so powerless against him, knowing that he held their fragile life in his paws. Most werewolves chose to only mate with their own kind for those very reasons. One momentary loss of control and suddenly, your mate is in a body bag. However, Diego liked to walk on the wild side, and this new female he had been trailing brought out more than just his savage nature. She made him want to forget himself, what he was, and simply lose himself in her charms.
Diego hid behind a large bush as she reached one of the lakes in the middle of the park. This was his favorite part of the evening. First, she let her long, fiery red hair out of its confinement and shook it loose around her shoulders until it cascaded down her back. Next, she pulled off her blouse, proudly wearing nothing underneath it. Her perky breasts stood at attention and tightened as the cool wind reached her nipples. All that was left was to pull off her skirt, stockings, and shoes, which she did gracefully and sensually. Now that she was entirely nude, she started to do the little rhythmic dance that she did every night. Her hips swayed invitingly while her hair glittered hypnotically in the light of the moon. She continued this
snakelike dance as she waded out into the water, obviously enjoying her femininity. He liked to imagine that she knew he was watching, and that she did all this just for him. He laid back and watched his sea nymph perform, feeling more aroused as he listened to the lapping of the water against every curve of her smooth, pale form.
He was so entranced by the show before him; he didn’t detect the presence of an intruder right away. When the scent finally registered in his mind, he growled angrily and automatically shifted into animal form. He sat on his haunches and sniffed the air to locate exactly where the threat stood. He located the stranger first by scent, and then by sight on the other side of the small lake. Worse, he recognized the scent. This was one of those human men who liked to prey on the women they could find alone and defenseless. Diego had already had at least three run-ins with this piece of trash already. He didn’t want to have to interfere, because he knew he would also frighten the lovely girl in the process, but it was looking like he wouldn't have a choice.
The creep was waiting at the edge of the lake, hidden by the trees. The girl was unknowingly putting herself in further danger every moment as she waded deeper into the water, closer to the unseen danger.
Suddenly, the man jumped out at her from behind the trees. The girl shrieked and tried to run away, but she was no match for his strength or longer legs. He was rapidly gaining on her. She screamed in fear and terror and tripped in her panic. She fell into the water and watched in horror as her pursuer caught up to her. He was just about to grab her when an angry beastly wail startled both of them.
* * * *
The girl looked behind her and was astonished to see what appeared to be a large silver wolf careening towards them. Its fangs were bared and it was growling viciously. It leaped over her fallen body and slammed into the man threatening her. Soon the night was filled with the sound of ripping flesh and pain filled cries. Diego left the man in tatters, unconscious and only half-alive. He turned around, expecting to see that the girl had also fled in terror, but was amazed to see that she stood calmly behind him, studying him carefully.
She held her hand out towards him cautiously. Diego lowered his muzzle in a sign of submission and slowly crawled to her side. The girl rubbed his head gingerly and then pressed a light kiss to his muzzle. Diego inhaled her fresh, clean scent deeply, wishing that he could stay with her like this, but knowing it was an impossibility. They were just too different, and if she really knew what he was, surely she would be as terrified of him as she had been of the would-be rapist.
After a few moments, the girl drew away from him and looked into his fiery eyes with a smile. “Thank you so much for saving me. My name is Marissa Wells. You are a werewolf from the Takinaw Tribe, are you not?” she asked gently.
Diego’s heart stopped at her question. How did she possibly know about his tribe? No one was supposed to know about them. They lived their lives shrouded in secrecy to protect that sacred information. Diego shifted back into human form, not caring that he was stark naked, simply needing to talk to this human and find out just who had jeopardized his tribe’s long-held silence.
“Marissa, how do you know about my people? Who told you?” he demanded.
“No one told me; however, I did find an entire library of books on magic and superstition in my grandfather’s attic when I was a child. Among those books were many about the Takinaw Tribe. They were actually my favorite of all the myths and legends of this area. You fit the description so well. I couldn’t imagine what else you could be. You are larger than a normal wolf, and almost a gleaming silver. Plus, the crimson eyes are a dead giveaway.” She answered calmly, as she lifted one hand to touch the side of his face. “You received a scratch in the battle,” she informed him as she held up her hand that was stained with blood.
“It’s nothing. I heal faster than a human does. I’m just glad I was here to protect you. I’ve been watching you for weeks and have been entranced by your own brand of magic,” he responded.
“Magic? I have no magic,” she answered in confusion.
“You sell yourself short,” he said as he reached out a hand to grasp her breast. “You have a magic that is older and more powerful than any other. A magic that has been the downfall of many men since the beginning of time.”
She closed her eyes and leaned into his palm. He slowly caressed her breast, drawing circles around her nipple until she was sure she would go mad. She stepped closer to his bare body, both of them still standing in shallow water, bathed in a pool of moonlight. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her gloriously naked body against his. He groaned in desire as he felt his already hard cock strain even harder to reach her. He felt his claws and fangs start to protrude through his human flesh. Sometimes that happened when a werewolf got too excited. They would start a sort of half-shift that they couldn’t control.
“I can’t do this.” He groaned as he pushed her away. “I might hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me, I trust you.” She assured him as she moved to embrace him again.
“No!” he yelled out as he thrust her even further away from him. She landed on the ground several feet away, staring at him in shock. “I just can’t take the chance. You excite me beyond anyone I have ever known. I can’t trust myself to be gentle with you, to not shred you to pieces.” With those parting words, he shifted back into wolf and ran away.
Marissa brushed herself off, grabbed her clothes, and headed home. The entire way there, she wondered if she would ever see the strange, beautiful creature again. Unbeknown to her, he wasn’t that far away, just hidden in the shadows, watching her, making sure she got home safely, but simply too afraid to trust himself to walk beside her.
* * * *
The next night, Diego again found himself following Marissa along Sweetwater Creek, cursing himself for the fool he was every step of the way. He should stay away from her; there was no doubt about that. If he had any brains he would be home right now, or hunting, anything but doing this. But she was like a beautiful butterfly just out of reach. He couldn’t help but follow her and hope she came near him. He hid himself among the trees and brush as he always did. He was actually surprised to see her out again tonight. Apparently, she was going to keep her routine, even after the events of the night before. He figured that maybe after she had gotten home she had thought reasonably about everything and had decided it was all madness. He watched longingly as she once again began her nightly routine.
He could hear his own heart thumping in anticipation when she walked to the lake and disrobed. He sniffed the air suspiciously, making sure that they were indeed alone. He had no desire to rip another stupid human to pieces tonight. After he affirmed their safety, he again focused entirely upon her. She was naked as usual, but this time she was looking dead into the trees where Diego stood, as if she was searching for him. She took several steps closer to him, still unable to see him with her human eyes, but somehow sensing his presence. Diego held his breath in nervous anticipation as she finally came to a halt still several yards away.
“Are you there, wolf?” she asked in a teasing voice. “I can’t imagine that you decided to stay away. Even if you do refuse to touch what you see. I guess I will have to touch myself for you.”
With those words, her hands skimmed up her thighs, over her belly and to her breasts. Her head fell back and her hair swung wildly as she massaged her burgeoning breasts. Next, she fell to her knees and parted her legs into a half-split. One of her hands released her breast and made it's way slowly, oh so very slowly, to the curls above her sex. She looked straight into the woods as her hand wound its way through the curls into the wet folds below. She arched backwards, allowing him to see her fingers as they worked their magic. She moaned in exquisite pleasure as she started to build heat within herself. At this point, Diego could no longer contain his desire. He crawled through the brush over to her, in human form physically, but already feeling the primal beast coming forth. She showed no hint of surprise to s
ee him, obviously she had expected this, had wanted it.
He came to his own knees before her. She continued to pleasure herself while he watched. Unable to resist touching her, he reached out and grasped one of her breasts. He softly crushed it in his hand, careful to not hurt her, but hard enough to cause a cry of surprise to erupt from her lips. She moved her own hands off her body over to his. He was already naked since he had traveled here in wolf form, so there was nothing to impede her wandering fingers. First, she traced the muscles of his shoulders and chest, and then let her hand wander further down onto his lower stomach. She leaned forward and took one of his exposed nipples in her mouth. He moaned in anguish as she nipped and licked him, knowing he should stop her, but unwilling to give up this sweet agony.
“Do you know what you are doing to me? What kind of witch are you?” he asked with a groan as she took his throbbing cock between her hands and massaged it.
“You like it? I learned to do this in massage class, although it works better if you have oils handy. I guess since we have no oils I will have to find another way to wet your whistle.” With a devious glint in her eye, she lowered her head to her hands and took him into her mouth. She twirled her tongue around the head while she used her lips to pump his base. Diego couldn’t stand the teasing any longer. With a frustrated growl, he tackled her and sank his cock into her. He thrust hard, fast and deep. His half-human claws dug into the tender flesh around her shoulders, causing her to gasp in both pain and pleasure. He pummeled the inside of her, barely holding on to any type of sanity.
He had never wanted someone this much before. Never lost control so quickly and completely. He plunged his tongue in and out of her mouth in the same rhythm that he pushed into her body. As they neared the crest together, she clung to him and sobbed for release. He let out an unearthly howl, as he could no longer hold back the tide within. His seed burst into her, hitting her tight muscles with just enough force to send her over the edge into oblivion. It was quite awhile before either of them moved or even attempted to move. When Diego finally lifted his head to glance at his new lover, he was aghast to see that her shoulders and neck were smeared with blood. He jerked away in shock, not comprehending what had happened. He reached out to touch her and noticed that his hands were also bloody.