by M, Jessie
“Just the fact you're here is enough. Really.” She touched his face and he held her hand against him.
“Have you been feeling any more urges to transform, or strange things going on...? It's nearly full moon and we get a little freaky about now. Breakouts can happen quite fast, parts transforming all over the place. We all have our way of dealing with it, but be warned, it gets intense when the moon is full.”
“I haven't felt a thing. I'm quite calm inside. And I can transform at will, so easily, look.”
She started her transformation... he could see her eyes glowing, her nose and mouth beginning to bulge, and she held up her hands as her claws began to emerge, black wiry hairs springing forth. He stared at her as she stopped it, and it all reverted back to human form again almost instantly.
“That's quite amazing, to have such control over yourself so soon. Especially now. I'm having problems keeping my wolf back this evening. It's pushing me to my limits.”
“It's like I touch a button inside me, ever so gently. I think of her, my wolf side, and she sweeps to the surface. It feels really cool. Pleasant even. Initially, anyway... I'm not so keen on the stretching part. I've done the full wolf twice on my own. I did it once in the lockup, after my rush, and once in the bathroom.”
“You're obviously a natural wolf in sheep's clothing,” he laughed. “I wish I'd been that way. I had a lot of problems at the start. I was always changing inconveniently. Parts of me were uncontrollable. The ears and the tail were the worst.” He snickered for a moment as he remembered some embarrassing, tricky moments.
“Aden, show me him. Your wolf.”
“Okay, but promise you won't laugh, or scream in horror.”
“I promise I won't. But as I'm excited to see you change, I might smile at you quite a lot.”
“Shall we go outside together, in the forest? Our night vision is perfect. Perhaps some exercise and cool air will make you tired, and you'll sleep better, because you need some rest.”
“I'd love to do that. Open the window first, so we can leave. But I want to sit on the bed and watch you change.”
He got up and opened the window. The cold night air flooded the room and they both shivered.
“I'd better get my fur coat on then,” he grinned. He removed his clothes and stood naked before her, and then brought him out. It took about three minutes in total, if he forced it. But he didn't, he let it happen slowly so she could see all the ugliest stages he went through. His eyes fixed on hers as she sat propped up on his bed, her eyes widening larger and larger with each passing moment. She didn't seem to be smiling much.
The creaking of his bones, and the small yelps which left his mouth, were the only sounds in the room.
Finally complete, he shook himself and padded up to her side. He lifted his heavyset, muscular upper half onto the bed, and laid his head on her lap. He turned his gaze up to her as if to say, 'well?'
She responded with a big smile and a playful tug of his ears.
“That was so wonderful to see. You are the most gorgeous, handsome, and sexy werewolf ever. I want to bite every part of you.” She bent her neck and kissed his wet nose. He wagged his tail like an idiot. To his embarrassment, he couldn't stop it.
They say love is blind, he thought with happiness. He knew he wasn't gorgeous at all. But he was overjoyed she wasn't repulsed at least. He licked her hand and got off the bed, sitting on the floor and scratching his itchy head with his long hind leg.
She stripped off her clothes quickly, lay on her stomach, and he watched her change. Not that he had to wait long. She seemed to transform in a fluid whoosh, from her head to her toes. He really couldn't believe it. It all happened in less than a minute. She hopped off the bed, and shook wildly which fluffed up her gorgeous dark furry coat far too sexily. Then she growled at him. 'Well, that was fun.'
'Maddy... so fast... how?' he asked with a deep growl back.
'Don't know. Come on, race 'ya,' she replied with a very appealing mixture of a snarl and a squeak, and then bounded out of the window in a graceful leap of dark fur and a swishing tail. He leapt after her in complete rapture.
She was his. His dreamy she-wolf. And she kept on blowing his mind.
They entered the deep night of the forest, running side by side. He growled, 'go on... run away', and she set off at a fast pace, imploring him to chase.
And what a chase it was.
This wonderful male and female romp he had never wanted to do before.
And Jesus was she fast!
He pushed himself to go faster and nipped harshly at the end of her tail. She yelped and changed direction, hurtling through the undergrowth, the bracken, and in between the trees. She leapt with skill, clearing branches and rocks, and before he knew where they were, she took an almighty leap off his favorite resting rock and launched herself into the lake. His momentum was such that he couldn't stop himself, and he followed her in, splashing into the freezing cold water with a shriek of shock and surprise. They surfaced, snuffling and snapping at each other in amusement, and paddled back. Dripping and cold, they shook themselves wildly once they reached the shore. He had never done that before, diving into the lake. Wolves didn't like being wet, as a rule.
He smiled inside. What a little minx she was.
He circled her slowly, scenting her glorious and damp female aroma. He was hoping to do something else he'd never done either. He knew Shane and Sammy did it all the time. They told him they crept off into the forest and chased and mated for hours under the moonlight. They had plans. Family plans. It was the only way they could conceive a child. In this form. A human child which would be born from an animal conception. A true-born. That was their name. A naturally inherited werewolf state of being. These small children could transform into were-cubs from the age of seven or eight. He'd heard about them but never seen one. Not that he was trying to get Maddy pregnant himself.
Hell no!
That kind of thing could wait. He just wanted them to experience this together. Just this once.
His nose probed between her legs and she widened her stance, letting him taste her. His tongue lapped through her fur, finding her musky, slick and very welcoming wetness. She moaned and shuddered.
“Baby... Do you want me to?” he asked her with a soft groaning whimper of desire. He didn't want to do anything she might not like or want. Mating like a dog might be distasteful to her, disgusting even. He prayed that it wasn't.
“Oh yes, please... do it...” she growled, lifting her tail clear, and presenting herself to him, her backside high in the air, and her front half sinking to the ground in readiness.
Overjoyed at her willingness, he mounted her quickly and rested on her back with his forelimbs. His animal hardness sank into her body with a delightful shiver of pleasure. He started to thrust deeply inside her as she held position below him.
“Much harder and faster...” she snapped. He pounded at her mercilessly and bit her ears and the back of her neck roughly. His whole body was on fire, heat tearing through him as he reached the point of no return... He howled loudly as he climaxed, his animal seed spilling forth, and she replied with a long soft submissive growl into the earth beneath her. He lay still on her back, as he recovered, panting for a moment, and luxuriating with the amazing feelings aroused in him by his first ever animal fuck.
Suddenly, she rose and took off, leaving him shaky-legged behind, bounding away gracefully through the trees.
“Rabbit,” she barked loudly over her shoulder. She raced ahead of him and he moved slowly at first, recovering his composure as he followed her scent and that of the rabbit. He gained speed and spotted her hurtling down the trail and up towards eagle clearing. It wasn't a place he wanted to go. Not yet. It was too fresh in her mind, and his. But they didn't get that far. He watched her take a flying leap and she tumbled on the floor of the forest with the rabbit in her jaws. He obviously didn't need to teach her hunting skills, or even how to rip her prey up afterwards, based on t
he way she was starting to demolish it already.
“Leave bones. Too sharp,” he advised her, panting, as he arrived at her side.
“Mmmm, raw rabbit. Delicious,” she growled, ripping and swallowing her meal with relish. He licked her bloodied face with approval and lay down to watch her, resting his head on his paws and swishing his tail with delight. “Want some?” she mewed politely.
“No, yours. Your kill,” he snarled kindly, refusing her generous offer.
He was completely delighted at her abilities and their easy communication. Delighted full stop, in fact. He yawned, and a shuddering deep sigh of satisfaction rolled out of his throat.
She stood and tossed the reminder of her kill into the bracken for the scavengers of the forest to finish off.
“Home time now?” she yipped, almost happily, her eyes glowing lovingly in the dark of her face, and she kissed him wolf-style, licking his mouth and nose thoroughly, covering him in rabbit scented saliva, which was oddly very appealing.
How he wanted to hug her to pieces.
Despite the terrible tragedy of the past day, she'd still managed to give him so much pleasure. From the darkest hours came the brightest moments, and he was having one right now. He almost floated back to the ranch on air, with her at his side.
As they approached his open window, for some deep unfathomable reason he had a sudden and intense sense of dread. She was so precious to him. Almost too precious. He couldn't lose her, not ever. He shook the illogical feelings away with a shake of his fur and nuzzled her silky dark side.
They leapt in, sat, and faced each other on the floor.
“You first,” she growled softly and settled to watch.
He transformed in his usual three and a half minutes, gently pushing the facial changes. He really didn't like that part. It was the only part which actually hurt at all. His nose ached as it flattened, and his teeth throbbed as they retracted and reformed. Fully changed, he slipped on his underwear, closed the window, and lie down on the bed.
“Go for it, baby,” he said with a grin, rubbing and tugging at her ears. He sat on the end of the bed and waited for her beautifully fast change. But this time he really was shocked. She seemed to morph before his eyes. In a few seconds she was human. No straining, no stretching, and no noise. He blinked, his mouth dropping open in awe. As did hers.
“Oh my God... What happened?” she asked in shock.
“Maddy, my sweetheart...” he said slowly, the light dawning, as he stared deeply into her eyes, “I think you must be a shifter. No normal werewolf I know can do that. No she-wolf I know looks like you do either. Your wolf is too beautiful for words. Shifters are the most prized beings in our world. I can't believe it. Really, I can't. I never thought I'd ever see one, let alone love one.”
“What does it mean? To be a shifter?” she asked, sitting down on the bed, naked, so naturally lithe and beautiful and completely at ease with him.
“I don't know that much. Only that they exist and have special abilities. I don't think we've seen all you can do yet. We'll need to take care over the next few days. I imagine the full moon will bring that all out in you. It's when we're the most powerful of all. Theoretically. Of course in reality it means we're all deadly. But you... I'm not sure what's gonna happen with you my love.”
“I don't want to be a shifter. Why can't I be like you?”
“Oh no... It's a blessing. You're blessed Maddy. It's a wonderful thing to be, and after the day you've had you deserve something like this.”
“Are you sure?” she asked with worried eyes.
“Of course I am!” he assured her, opening his arms wide as she slipped into them. He hugged her close for a while, stroking her hair and back until she finally pulled away.
“I'm just having a quick shower and then I'll come to bed.”
“Okay honey.” He watched as her peachy little ass disappeared inside his bathroom.
Deep down, he wasn't that sure about her blessing. He was having broken memories of something he'd heard long ago, worrying thoughts about shifters only ever being male... He couldn't remember any more, but he was determined to find out.
Tomorrow.
Actually that would be today as the time was already half past one in the morning. It was the eve of the full moon. Later today they would all go to town, have a few drinks, and settle into their locked up safe-houses outside town until dawn. They'd done this how many times now? Sixty, seventy, eighty? He couldn't remember.
But never with a shifter in their pack.
First thing in the morning he'd talk with Shane and Lucas... maybe even lover boy Cal, if he could tempt him out of Mia's arms for a while. The broader their knowledge was the better. He aimed to find out all he could about shifters.
To be forewarned was to be forearmed and he aimed to be just that.
He drifted off for a moment.
She kissed him out of his light slumber.
“You need to sleep Maddy. Get some rest now,” he suggested sleepily, kissing her softly and lazily in return, and nestling her naked, fresh fragranced and very desirable body against his.
“I know what I want and it's not sleep. I want you to love me 'till the sun comes up. I want you to take away my nightmare day. I'll face it when I have to, but now, make love to me... Please?”
“Hey, you don't have to beg me. I thought you might be tired that's all.”
“I'm not tired. I've never been more awake. Are you tired?”
“Tired? Me... No never. I hardly ever sleep...” he joked. He was dead beat in fact, all that driving and sex and emotional trauma had just about knocked him for a loop... But despite that, he was ready and up to the task. Well his cock was anyway. That always sprang to life when she was in his arms. He was quite sure that part of him could handle the whole love making thing completely on its own, while he took a well earned nap. But not tonight, she was getting the full works, even if he had to slap and pinch himself awake to do it.
His hands slid around her head and he brought her mouth to his. As they kissed each other into a wild fiery inferno, his heart melted over and over in bliss.
She lapped at his tongue with all her worth, she needed to get at every part of him. Like he was a drug and she was totally addicted to his love. His lips left hers, and for a moment she felt bereft of his heated mouth against hers. But his tongue took up residence on her neck, covering it in delightful wet licks and sucks which thrilled her as he nibbled and caressed. She sighed and shivered with anticipation. He continued to nip and lick up and down her neck and around her ears. A sweet trail of love that made her heart sing. He came to the base of her throat. The soft spot where her collar bones met and he tipped her head back and licked up and down her throat, his tongue pushing against her vulnerable pulse at its base.
“How I love that,” she gasped, fisting his hair roughly, and digging her nails into his scalp.
He continued to lap at her throat as she pushed herself against him with growing urgency, little moans escaping from her mouth.
His head lowered, moving down to her breasts, he took one into his mouth. His fingers trailed down her stomach and she opened her legs wide to let him touch. She ached for this. Every single cell in her body was dying for him.
Most of all she wanted his head, down there, tonguing her. He sucked at her nipple as his fingertips began to arouse her gently. With the softest touch she could have imagined. Feather-light strokes all around her clit made her groan with desire and need. As he sucked at her and touched her, she felt herself bloom inside. Like the sun was coming up. The heat built fast as the pleasure arose. She felt it escalate faster than ever before to a high, and suddenly she spilled over, as waves of orgasm took her away. His fingers slipped inside her as she arched her back with a deep animal groan.
“Aden, baby...” she gasped in wonder, swallowing the little pool of saliva that had formed in her open, gasping mouth.
“Sshhh, don't talk...” he said, as his fingers gently left
her wet heat and he moved himself down her body.
Her deepest desire was coming true. She rested on her elbows and watched him as he positioned his head between her legs. He stroked her with his forefinger, from the top of her inner softness to her wet entrance. His eyes flickered with deep desire and he gulped as his mouth drew close. She waited for it with baited breath... the first touch of his tongue. Fingers were lovely, but tongues were something special. He flicked it over her sensitive nub and her whole chest heaved in reaction. Her breathing shot off the scale. He rubbed the warm silky wet flat of it gently back and forth and round and round as her mind was blown completely away. She flopped back and widened her legs as far as they would go to get more of it.
“That's it, relax… This is all for you sweetheart,” he growled out so beautifully she could have cried. His stubbly face grazed around her inner thighs and across her tender skin, making her tingle inside. His tongue returned to lap at her aroused clit and she lost all control. She shoved herself against his face and tore at his hair in a wild frenzy. His tongue speared up inside her and then he pulled out again, licking her back and forth with an amazing skill and rhythm that made her cry out with delight. She didn't want it to end, but she felt another wave of intense pleasure approaching. Her body went into spasm and he buried his fingers deeply as his tongue continued to rub mercilessly at her. She tried to pull away, as it became too sensitive to bear, but he pulled her back.
“Oh no honey, this is the big one... Hang in there...” he murmured, encouraging her. She let go and relaxed against his mouth and her over-sensitised feelings subsided fast. She suddenly turned into a liquefied, heated mass inside. Her heart was pumping wildly as she entered the unknown. She felt his fingers and thumbs working at her insides magically as his tongue sucked and licked. Her whole body exploded in a massive surge of pleasure and she heard herself scream in shock at the force of it. He moved up her body swiftly and took her with one fast push, and then, thrusting inside her like a madman, he rode her waves of pleasure as if they were his own