by Ana Calin
I squirm under him on the bench, only the quilt under me. It’s not enough to pad the wooden slabs that push into my ribs and shoulder blades, but I don’t care. All I care about is that Drago Wolf kneads my breasts like it’s the first time he has seen tits in his life, coming down and sliding his tongue over both my nipples, then closing his mouth over them so hungrily and so fast I don’t even have the time to react.
The man has clearly lost his mind, but the real problem is that I’ve also lost mine. I push my tits into his mouth, grabbing his head and keeping him there, having him eat me like I’m the most delicious cake, while my hands sink into thick, fur-like hair.
Drago stops to look up into my face, his eyes smoldering.
“Arianna,” he says in a voice so thick it could well be an animal’s. “I want you so badly my cock’s gonna burst if I don’t ram into you right now.”
I moan at the words, writhing and fisting my hands in his wolf-like hair. I’m so wet between my legs I’m afraid of the moment he’ll want to unzip me there. I have to find a way and get to the bathroom before it happens between us—Oh, God, it really is going to happen!
“I wanna fuck you so bad, Arianna,” he rumbles, one hand working between my legs. I squeeze my thighs, but he makes it through easily, my body reacting to him like he’s the man I’ve been waiting for all my life. it’s automatically submitting to him, giving in to him.
“I thought I was the boss tonight,” I manage with a trembling smile.
“You’re the boss all the way. I’ll stop whenever you want me to, I promise, but please let me do you like I own you.”
I swallow and nod, which is all Drago needs to throw himself at me, pushing his strong tongue between my lips and claiming my mouth.
God, how I love it when he pushes my hands above my head, keeping my wrists hostage with one hand, while the other one unzips my overall between my legs.
I moan in his mouth, trying to protest because of how wet I am underneath. But the moment he scents me he groans like it’s driving him crazy.
He breaks the kiss and throws his head back, his eyes rolling back like he’s high. Before I know it, he’s let go of my wrists and lowered himself, his tongue sliding between my perfectly shaved folds and over my nub, two thick, rough fingers slipping inside of me through the juice of my arousal.
I gasp at the star-filled sky, gripping the windowsill with one hand and the side of the wooden bench with the other, flexing my knees and pushing my hips into his mouth, rolling to meet the pumping of his fingers.
When did this happen? When did the aristocratic, forbidding, spectacle-wearing Arianna become the dirty wanton on this bench? It seems a moment ago I paced my tutoring studio stiffly, and now I’m riding a bad-boy’s face on an obscure hotel balcony dressed in all spandex, my tits sticking out of my skin-tight overall.
The invisible stubble on Drago’s jaw now scrapes my folds as he licks and suckles at my nub, making my thighs quiver.
“How did we get here?” I manage, panting.
Drago comes back up, his handsome masculine face over mine, smelling of musk, man and me. There’s something strange about his smoldering eyes, something even more animalistic than before. His stubble seems to have grown, too. Surely, I must be imagining it.
He jumps off the bench and scoops me up, my white breasts swaying in the early spring chill, goose bumps rising on my skin.
Once inside the hotel room, Drago slides the door shut, then he lays me on the bed, and rises to his feet. A lump forms in my throat. I feel like prey being stalked by a predator, Drago now only a shadow against the light from the starlit sky. I can’t help but ogle the shape of his muscles, and his large shoulders.
I swallow hard, my heart pounding at the danger I feel coming from him. I have the feeling his shape changes, as if it’s growing, but it has to be the liquor and the excitement clouding my head. His breathing seems heavier, too, like an animal huffing in the dark, and a scent of fur reaches me.
“What the hell is going on?” I whisper faintly. Drago must not have heard me, because he crawls over me on the bed as if I said nothing, the mattress moving under his weight. By the time he hovers over me, he seems huge.
I reach out to touch him, but he grabs my hands, and ties them above my head to the wooden bed frame. It happens fast, before I can even make sense of it. A strange feeling of trust and peace engulfs me while he does it, preventing me from feeling anything beyond bewilderment. I guess I should be worried that he managed to pull the curtain laces so fast, and coil them so expertly around my hands, the silky material digging into my wrists.
I’m bound to the bed, at the mercy of this stranger, and I should be panicking. His body keeps changing, and I’m no longer certain it’s just in my head. He’s much bigger, and apparently furry, like a devil from a horror movie in the dark. He sits back on his ankles over me, huffing, his eyes glowing. Jesus Christ, has he transformed into a beast? How drunk am I?
But as I try to focus he regains his shape, and when he bends down to kiss me, it’s the hard lips of the man that I feel. He comes down on me like a wall of muscles, pressing his body to mine, his pectorals crushing my breasts under them. He’s soon kissing me all over like his life depends on it, soon plunging greedily with his face between my legs.
I’m dizzy with pleasure, losing control over myself. I let go as I never have before, my hands bound to the bed, my body in spandex at the mercy of this magnificent beast.
Drago
BY ALL DEVILS, THIS woman is one exquisite piece of work. I rise on my knees just to take in the sight of her under me, her big, full tits sticking out of her black outfit, her legs spread, revealing her pussy to me. Her scent, her flesh.... The beast inside me is harder to control by the minute.
I half shifted just minutes before, but thank God I managed to bring her inside the hotel room, in the darkness, before she saw me. That would have been a catastrophe, Arianna seeing me as a big wolf that looks more like a devil from a horror movie than an animal.
She pushes her hips towards me, her legs straining under the spandex, and my cock threatens to tear my fly open. I can’t control myself, I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve never wanted a woman like I want her, and it’s as scary as it is exhilarating. Adrenaline pumps through my blood, my heart hammering.
I can hardly keep my human form, my fingers curling greedily into her spandex, tearing her tight overall. She’d surely be terrified if I weren’t using my powers on her, keeping her from realizing what’s actually happening by sedating her fear responses.
But how do I regain control over myself, and the raging want inside? I’m about to shift again as Arianna twists under me, inviting me to take her.
My beast senses are fully activated, and I can see her clearly despite the darkness. I’m sure all she can make out of me is my shape, but I can see those bright powder blue eyes sliding down the shape of my body. I recognize in her the same excitement as in all of my clients, the excitement to be fucking a big bad muscle-bound cage fighter. Only that Arianna deserves so much better than me. Still, her desire works on me like an aphrodisiac.
My hands explore her, splaying over her skin as they travel up and down her body, tearing her overall until all that’s left are threads of black spandex sticking to her skin. The beast roars, forcing me to throw all of my clothes off like they burn me.
Moments later I’m on my knees over Arianna, fully naked, my cock sticking out, aching for her. This woman is mine, and no one will take her away from me, now or ever. I have no idea why I feel this so strongly, and I don’t care, because it feels so right.
“I’ll use you like no man has before,” I growl, my voice that of the beast. “But believe me, I’m doing it with deep feeling.” Deeper than I’ve ever felt before in my life, but the beast rumbles the words, barely understandable.
The only way to resist the beast is to take this woman. Otherwise I’ll fully shift, out of control for the first time in decades.
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nbsp; I push the tip of my cock between her folds, and we both hiss at the same time—it’s pure pleasure for me, but pain for Arianna. I know I have to be extra careful as I push deeper, parting her walls. She scrunches her eyes shut and bites into her lower lip as my cocks enters her inch for inch, making way.
Her walls are slick but tight, clenching around my cock. It causes waves of pleasure to run through me, making it hard to resist cumming, so I have to move slowly. As soon as I feel her pussy is ready, I pull back and slam into her again, going all in and staying there, because if I increase rhythm I might cum in a few fucking minutes like a virgin.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” Arianna cries as I reach deep inside, her back arching. I grab her big tits with already transformed hands, clawed and furry.
Arianna rolls her eyes, not aware that I’ve half shifted. I’ll have to fuck her senseless, make sure she doesn’t realize she’s fucking a monster. But how do I do that without making a fool out of myself for cumming too fast?
I thrust again, and when her features relax, her body giving in, I understand she’s more comfortable with the size of me. I thrust until her sounds are only of pleasure, her eyes rolling back as her arms, still pinned above her head, strain against the hold, her full tits bouncing in a way that maddens me.
“God, Drago, fuck me hard,” she demands under the influence of my power that makes her give in to the pleasure like she would to a drug.
Soon I’m slamming into her like I’ve lost my mind, half man half wolf. If her hands were free to roam over my body she would feel my changed skin, and in the light she’d see the beast’s glimmering eyes, fangs protruding out of my mouth. I’m dying to bend down and kiss her, but I can’t do it in this form without her realizing something’s wrong.
I fuck her until we both cry out in climax, Arianna’s crystalline voice filling the room, mixing with my animal growls. I spill myself inside of her like I own her, clawing the wall behind the bed with one hand, and holding tightly to the bed frame with the other. The satisfaction of possessing this woman is out of this world.
“Dear God,” I rumble, convulsing as my cock pours my seed inside of her.
She pants, her eyes rolled back, her legs that have been coiling around my hips as I was riding her now falling mellow to the side, allowing me a few last pumps, as if she’s fainted. I continue to cum, filling her pussy. I stare down at her reddened face, my eyes gliding down her flushed chest down to the bits of her abdomen that are visible through what’s left of her torn overall. Her chest rises and falls as she breathes hard, her eyes hooded.
I ease out of her, my cum dripping onto the sheets. God, this scene is so intimate and so dirty at the same time. This woman is lying under me in her torn overall, her wrists bound to the bed frame, her body mellow from the climax—her own, and mine. And she’s completely oblivious that the creature that’s taken her is a monster.
Now turning back into a man, I pick up my clothes, and bend over her sleeping form. She looks shamelessly used, truly wanton, but this was much more than that to me. I hope for her sake we never run into each other again. It’s for the best that we both keep away from each other.
I press my mouth to her soft, hot lips, taking her warm breath into my mouth. It fills me with need—the need to wrap my arms around her, and spoon her, falling asleep by her side like it’s my place in the world.
By all devils, these feelings scare the shit out of me. I untie Arianna’s wrists quickly, then slip out onto the balcony. I jump off of it only to land on my wolf feet, and run deep into the woods, putting distance between Arianna Parker and me as if I’m running for my life—or hers.
Arianna
I WAKE UP FEELING LIKE I’ve been hit by a truck. I sit up with a groan, putting my hand up to shield my eyes against the bright sun that hits me through the glass door.
“Jesus Christ.” Everything hurts. I manage to bring my legs over the edge of the bed. What the hell? The spandex looks as though it’s been torn off with claws, and the surprises don’t stop there. My body screams at the first step I take, like I’ve been fucked with an iron cock.
I’m still trying to remember exactly what happened last night as I head to the bathroom on wobbly feet, hands at my temples, a mean headache bouncing against my skull.
I wash my face, pressing my hands to my eyes, and letting scenes from last night return to me. Did the guy actually fuck me into oblivion?
“What in the world happened here?” It’s Janine, and she sounds outraged.
I drag myself back to the room, and the sight strikes me—there are slashes in the wall as if a beast with iron claws ripped through it.
“Did Drago Wolf do that?” Janine demands, turning to me and pointing to the slashed wall.
I scratch my head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize....” I look around, trying to put the pieces I remember together. “We must have drunk too much. I’ll pay for the damages, Janine, really.”
“You don’t need to pay for anything, Drago Wolf already wired money. Now I see what for.”
“What do you mean he wired money?”
“He sent a ridiculously high amount this morning, with the note ‘for an experience money can’t buy’. Would you mind explaining to me what in the world is going on?”
I keep staring at Janine bewildered, only to see the same look mirrored in her face. Her eyes move up and down my frame as if she only now realizes how I look.
“My God, Arianna, what did the guy do to you?” She walks over, taking my hand and inspecting me as if searching for wounds or something. “You look as if you were ravished by a wild beast.”
One by one details of last night come back to me.
“I guess you could say that,” I whisper, using Janine’s help to walk over to the bed. I drop down on the thick, soft mattress, the sheets and duvet coiled and ravished as if two animals paired here last night.
“This place looks a mess,” I manage with a hand at my head. “To be honest, I don’t even remember everything that happened.”
“And you didn’t even drink that much.” Janine looks inside the minibar, then eyes the two tumblers that Drago and I used for vodka lemon. “Only four cans are open.”
“I think he poured me three of them. He was actually sober the entire time.”
“Three is enough to get you drunk, but not to give you a black-out.”
I frown, trying hard to remember and only getting a headache in return. “I didn’t have one big black-out, I had more of them, small ones. I remember him kissing me and undressing me outside on the bench.”
“You mean on the balcony? But it was cold last night.”
“Not in Drago’s arms it wasn’t.” Blood rushes to my cheeks, and they turn hot. Then another event comes back to me. My eyes fly to the bed frame, the laces from the curtains hanging loose where my hands have been.
“He tied me to the bed.” I lick my lips. Fuck, I shouldn’t feel so horny remembering being shamelessly used by a man, should I? “He fucked me like a whore. It’s probably why he wired you the money this morning.” I look at her as I realize the enormity of this. “I was his call girl last night, not the other way around.”
Drago
I’VE BEEN WATCHING Arianna’s house, hidden in the bushes. I’m in my wolf form, basically a huge beast with black fur and black eyes, a creature of the dark. The people of Darkwood Falls have never seen creatures like me, they imagine we only exist in bedtime stories. But here I am, a werewolf as real as it gets, drawn to this quiet, sleepy town by his feelings for a pretty human female, like in all the dark fairy tales. Who would have thought I, out of all big bad wolves, would actually live one out? Me, the ruthless cage fighter, the cocky gigolo, stalking a woman’s house?
There’s movement in the darkness, and I sharpen my watch, my senses spiking. Using infrared vision to register heat, I spot a kissing couple on the other side of the park, but they’re too far and way too busy to notice me. Not that I’m easy to notice anyway.
No human has ever laid eyes on me as a wolf in five hundred years, and I have to make sure that no one here, especially Arianna, sees me now. But something tells me I won’t be able to keep a safe distance from her. I’m drawn to her like a moth to a flame.
I sniff her scent on the air minutes before her Jeep appears in the distance.
The Jeep pulls in the driveway, and Arianna steps out. I watch her head to the door, bracing herself and stealing glances left and right, afraid someone might see her. It’s late at night, and most lights are off behind the windows of the neighboring houses that match her own—pretty Victorian buildings belonging to wealthy families. But I know it’s exactly in these neighborhoods that people spy for each other’s smallest transgressions.
She’s now with her back to me at the front door, working her keys. I swallow hard as I think about what she might be wearing under the long cream designer coat. Could it be the torn spandex overall? Or is she naked underneath, since I don’t recall her having anything to change into back at the hotel. But then again, maybe her friends brought her something.
Her friends. They must have told her by now that I wired money for the night I spent with her, making her my whore, and for the damage I caused in my wildness. I wonder how that made Arianna feel. I need to find out. I have to get close to her and scent her feelings, sniffing the chemicals she releases.
When the door closes behind Arianna with a soft thud, a void sucks my heart away. I sniff the air for her scent, needing her.
I slink in the night, stalking quietly around the walls of her brick Victorian house. Arianna’s shadow passes through the living room, heading to the kitchen. She’s already taken off her coat and, to my cock’s despair, also whatever else she’d been wearing underneath. She leans with her hands on the sink, completely naked. I watch, my animal eyes above the windowsill. I’m drooling over her perfectly round buttocks, her back arching as she pours herself water from a carafe.