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by M, Jessie


  “I didn't mean to kill you. There I was, having a nice quiet run with my dog, and suddenly there you were, trespassing, in front of me.”

  “No, that wasn't me. I was watching you, when you came in the wood. I followed you secretly. The two you saw were Tank and Ryder.”

  “Oh right, well that explains all the snarling unpleasant looks I got ... and what about in my house? What happened there?”

  “We'd trailed your scent and got over-excited. It's difficult to describe. You'll understand when you run like a wolf. You're a wild animal. I just wanted to bite you, quickly, and then leave. You locking yourself in like that just wound us all up.”

  “I thought you were going to eat me alive. I was literally shitting myself in that study.”

  “Sorry we scared you. That wasn't on. We forget ourselves at times.” She smiled a sweet smile that made her look so young and innocent.

  He was dying to ask her so many questions.

  “How old are you Roxy?”

  “Twenty two. Why?”

  “I just want to know. How long have you been like this?”

  “Five years.”

  “Awww, really?”

  “Hey, don't start feeling sorry for me.”

  “I'm not. It's just that you were so young. Missing out on things. And having to cope with all this at seventeen. I admire you, really I do. Who turned you?”

  “I don't know. I was attacked by someone in Chester. That's where I grew up.”

  “And he left you to it?”

  “He or she killed my mum and dad, and left me for dead, outside our house on a full moon. Obviously I wasn't dead. But for a while I wished I was. Then I got picked up by a bad crowd, bikers, much older than me. Our kind. They used me as bait.”

  His head was reeling by all this news.

  Her parents were murdered right in front of her?

  “Jeez, I'm so sorry, about your folks. That's a harsh thing to cope with.... And what d'you mean by ‘bait’?”

  “I'd give guys the come on, coax them over, and they'd pounce and kill. Just for fun.”

  “No?”

  “Yeah, 'fraid so...”

  “Did you kill anyone?”

  “Not intentionally. But we ran the streets on full moons. I don't know what I did then. Tank found me, when I ran away the last time. I tried to escape several times before that but they brought me back, beat me up. They cut all my hair off once.”

  “How long ago did you escape?”

  “Four years, roughly.”

  “Did they abuse you in any other way?”

  “Funnily enough, no. They never did. I kept expecting it. But they left me be in the sexual sense, if that's what you mean.”

  “Well that's something, I suppose.”

  “I guess.” She got up and leaned against the chest of drawers, drinking her water. Her eyes strayed to the clock, “Another five hours 'till we rampage again. Fancy a game of Scrabble?”

  “There's nothing I'd like more...” This wasn't the kind of game he'd really like to play with her, but it could be fun, if it was done in the right way. “You're not a champion Scrabbler are you?”

  “I'm pretty good. Not as good as Kat though, she always beats me.”

  “Well I'm not so bad myself.” He'd played the online version many times with Ansy. He'd rate his chances as pretty damn good...

  She retrieved the box from her bottom drawer and tipped it all out on their bed.

  “Like to play the no holds barred adult version?” he asked with a naughty grin.

  “Swear words and sex stuff?”

  “Mmmm.” It was always much more fun to have something bad appear on the Scrabble board.

  “Sure we can. I've a ton of filth up here.” She pointed to her head.

  “You're my kinda girl Roxy... By the way, is that your real name?”

  “Yep. Roxanne Louise Watson. Any more questions burning up your brain?”

  “No, I'm done for now.”

  “Good, and it's my turn later. I wanna know all about Lord and Lady Brandon's cute little boy.”

  She began to set their game up. But just then, something started happening to him. He was shocked by the sudden appearance of a thick patch of itchy hair sprouting on his arm, and his face was tingling, tightening, and so uncomfortable....

  “Roxy... what the hell?” he gasped in alarm... She cast a glance at him, unperturbed.

  “Oh that? Yeah, it appears randomly for a few weeks. You get breakouts, it's like werewolf acne,” she giggled.

  “Shit no? Can I stop it?”

  “Once you've worked out how to make yourself change at will, it's a piece of cake. But I can't tell you how to do that. We're all different.”

  “What do you do?” he asked panicking, getting more and more alarmed.

  “To get my wolf out, I think of her racing through the woods. I get a taste in my mouth for the hunt, it's an animal thing. She comes out pretty fast when I do that. To return to normal, I think of drinking a long cold drink, full of ice. A massive Coke or Sprite usually does the trick.”

  He closed his eyes and tried to think of an icy cold drink slipping down his throat, an icy cold Bud. He opened them to find the patch of itchy hair receding rapidly. He smiled and looked up at her, pleased with his first attempt at controlling his inner beast. Perhaps he was a natural...

  “It seems a cold beer does it for me.”

  “Hold that thought, it's coming up again, look....” They both watched as the hair returned. “Just ignore it and let it come Kyle, I don't care. It's kinda cute. Especially your nose right now... Awww...”

  “There's nothing cute about ugly wolf snouts,” he said, feeling his strange rounded nose with his hand.

  “You won't change completely. Just parts of you, here and there. Keep practising with your cold beer later, okay? Come on let's play, you go first babe.”

  He wasn't sure he could ignore parts of him changing, here and there. He needed to get a handle on this fast, before he went home, to face his parents and Melanie. He couldn't have a breakout of werewolf acne then, could he? But for now, he'd leave it.

  This once...

  It was kinda interesting to watch and feel.

  And she obviously didn't give a fuck.

  He looked at his Scrabble letters with glee and placed his first word on the board with a smile... 'ERECT'

  “You inspire me,” he said with a difficult, deformed smile of satisfaction.

  She grinned and bit her full bottom lip sexily as she studied her letters. She placed her offering down on the board... 'WET' using the T to connect.

  “My wet on the end of your erect…” she said innocently, batting her eyelashes at him.

  They both laughed out loud. “I'm sure gonna enjoy this game... breakouts an' all...” he said with pleasure.

  Chapter 6

  As they arrived back at Mutt's digs, after their second full moon, he felt so much better. The change had been easier, much more fluid and slower. He could see that given time, he definitely wouldn't be averse to it. He enjoyed the burn when he worked out, and this had an equal, intensely muscular ache to it. A tingling ache. It was a powerful sensation.

  He was beginning to feel a real sense of himself as a wolf. He hadn't overfed this time and felt comfortable inside. It was amazing how raw meat satisfied you so much. There was no need to eat another thing for an age afterwards. Obviously it wasn't the best diet for his human side, but he'd see to that in between full moons. They all went back inside, most of the others repairing to their rooms... and he and Roxy sat down on the sofa, waiting for their turn in the shower. Mutt poured a few more shots and handed him one.

  “Come on pal, join me...”

  Roxy tut-tutted, shaking her head at Mutt, and giving him a dirty look.

  But Kyle felt a little bit sorry for the older guy. It wouldn't hurt to have a drink or two with him. It wasn't much fun drinking alone.

  “Why not...?” he replied, taking the offered small
glass. He knocked it back and revelled in the slow burn of the rocket fuel as it slithered down his throat and entered his stomach.

  What a time he was having!

  He looked at Roxy and gave her a big happy, glazed smile. He subtly rested his hand on her soft, smooth thigh and she subtly brushed it off with a sideways look, trying not to smile back.

  “No beg, no leg...” she whispered in his ear with a very wet lick at his earlobe. He groaned aloud with the sudden rush of desire making its way to his groin. She rose and headed for the corridor, with a sultry look over her shoulder and an exaggerated wiggle of her backside as she walked away.

  “...she teasin' you, mate?” Mutt asked, pouring them another... Kyle got up and stood opposite him.

  “All the fucking time...” he replied, taking the shot and knocking it back eagerly, trying to distract himself.

  “...lil' bitch... I'd take her over my knee and spank her cute ass, if I were you...”

  “That thought is very appealing.”

  “You're so fucking dead Mutt...” Roxy called out through their open door. She was clearly very un-amused judging by the tone of her voice.

  The two men laughed loudly, forming a male bond in that very second.

  Mutt clasped his hand and they had a high arm shake.

  “You're kinda alright ya' know... For a fuckin' toff.”

  “So are you Mutt... For a fuckin' headcase.” They laughed again and had an impulsive, vodka induced man-hug, slapping each others backs hard.

  “Oowww, careful, don't break poor old Matthew's bones, I need 'em,” Mutt said with a wince.

  “Sorry, Matthew... Newest pal of mine. Look. I'd better go, you know...” he gestured up the corridor.

  “Yeah, strike while the iron's hard, eh?” he sniggered.

  “You keep outta that bottle pal, okay?” he warned, trying not to sound too sanctimonious.

  “Maybe a couple more. Then I'm done... It's me only bit of fun. Give us a break...” Mutt replied with a gappy smile.

  What a character he was. Kyle was growing real fond of the guy. He wondered how old he was... Thirty three or four maybe...?

  As he entered the bedroom, he noticed the bathroom opposite was empty.

  “Wanna go first?” he offered, catching her eye.

  “No, I have to tease you, don't I? And then you can smack my butt...” she replied with a pout of her sexy mouth and a black look in his direction.

  “Hey, that was just a bit of fun, with Mutt, man stuff... you know?”

  “Don't ever take the piss outta me...” she snapped.

  “I wasn't taking the piss. Jeez... you're in a touchy mood. What's the matter, time of the month?” he asked, attempting to defuse the ticking female time bomb.

  “Oh, go have a shower before I get really mad at you,” she snarled, unexpectedly.

  “Okay ma'am!” He rose and picked out some clean clothes from his bag, and giving her a quick, dark and somewhat confused look, he crossed the corridor to the bathroom.

  He sat waiting impatiently on the bed for her return, his arms and legs crossed in defiance. There was no way he was gonna beg her now. Not after that little strop over nothing. He was stronger minder than she thought. Women were so odd at times. It was no wonder that men never understood them. Their brains were obviously highly defective.

  She returned to the room, complete with dripping hair and tiny towel, and clearly not happy at all. After crashing around with the drawers, and doing nothing, she turned to face him, a little pink cheeked. She was still as hot as ever though... in fact hotter, in his opinion. Having a tantrum clearly suited her. He tried not to smile to himself, as that might not go down so well.

  She took a deep breath. “Sorry. You hit a nerve. The bad lot I was with used to smack me around a bit. My ass got a lot of attention. It still smarts... the memory I mean.” A sad little look crossed her face and the ends of her mouth dropped down.

  Oh no...

  He felt terrible. And so mean. And at the same time, very protective towards her. He'd never hurt her. Not sadistically like that, not ever.

  “I'm sorry too. Really... It was a bad taste joke. I should have punched Mutt's lights out, instead of agreeing with him,” he replied sincerely and softly. It was clearly a little too over the top, but he wanted to get his point across.

  “Yeah well… now you know. No more ass slapping stuff, okay?”

  “Course not.” He stood up and faced her, and reached out, tipping her chin up. She looked right into his eyes. “Roxy... I would never hurt you.”

  “Babe... I know...It's okay.” She hung her arms around his neck and pressed herself close. “You know, I'm still waiting... for those words...”

  “Hey look, I'm not gonna beg any woman for it. Not even someone as hot as you. If we get together it'll be because we both want to, equally. No begging, no one-sided power struggles, and no childish games. So until you come around to my way of thinking, you'll have to go on waiting.”

  How he said all that, he'd never know. He was dying to beg her. Her warm, damp, and very desirable little body, pressed up against him was torture. Every part of him screamed out to drop to the floor and beg at her feet until he couldn't beg any more because his tongue was exhausted. He came to the conclusion that he must have a hidden inner strength and wisdom, and one that was way beyond his wildest imagination.

  Either that or he was completely mad, worse than Mutt.

  To his horror, her eyes filled and tears began to flow.

  “But Kyle... you don't understand... you're my prince. I'm just a nothing, like Cinderella...” She started openly sobbing. “I wanted it to be like that. That's all. For you to beg me to be yours, like I'm something special. And there's one other thing I haven't told you... and I know you'll find this hard to believe, but I've never been with anyone before. I'm a virgin. I've waited years for the right person to come along, for you... I've found it so hard to keep believing that there was anyone out there for me... And now I've got you, and I want you so bad and for everything to be perfect, that's all...”

  He'd never been completely speechless before, but he was now.

  He desperately willed his tongue into gear, as she stared up at him expectantly, with tears flowing down her cheeks. He brushed them away with his thumbs.

  “Nothing in life is perfect sweetheart... and I'm definitely no prince. I'm just me. I don't know what you're expecting from me to be honest... but I'm all yours... do whatever you want with me, take whatever you like, I'll happily give it... And as for not being special, you're so, so wrong about that. You're as special as they come. Now then Princess Roxy...” he said, pulling her more closely against him. “Why don't you kiss this ugly frog and let's see what happens, eh?”

  As she pulled his head towards hers, he was swamped by his feelings. His whole emotional world had turned upside down in the last minute. He pushed his fleeting worries and concerns to one side, determined to concentrate solely on her. Not that it was a difficult thing to do.

  Their lips met for their first real kiss. He'd decided to forget the one in the lane as that was just foreplay to a bite.

  But this one took his breath away. His mouth tingled with such pleasure at the touch of her soft lips. She opened her mouth to him and he explored her slowly as their tongues lapped sensuously over one another's. How could a kiss feel this good? It was like the sun coming out and warming his body with its radiance on a cold winter's morning. He couldn't help but bask in the flare of heat that surged so deeply inside of him. They dissolved into each other. Their bodies pressed so closely and tightly... He grabbed at her hair, so wet and thick, and wound it around his wrist in a coil, tugging at her head.

  She moaned against his mouth, whimpering... and it all ignited like a wild fire whipping through them both rapidly. His head was swimming as she broke away... panting desperately... tugging his pants down his hips.

  “Get your clothes off, please... I need to feel you.”

  He stripped
them off, and stood before her naked, his cock primed for action, so hard and very large. He wondered what she was thinking about that... he didn't want to make her nervous of his size.

  But he needn't have worried.

  “Whoa... I can't wait to get this guy inside me,” she gasped, taking his hardness in her cool hand and rubbing it slowly up and down. “You're so beautiful, every wonderful inch of you...” she groaned, staring downwards at his cock and licking her lips with such heated lust he thought he'd melt.

  “Baby, get that damn towel off...” He was completely desperate to get at her now. He lifted his hand and gave the towel a quick hard tug and it fell to her feet. His eyes widened with desire. Roxy's rear view was pretty hot, but her front defied description. She was man’s dream come true. This man anyway. “Your inches are pretty damn gorgeous too... I think I've just died and gone to man heaven...” he rambled, awestruck by the curvaceous beauty before him. He took her breasts in his hands. How he'd dreamed of doing this... over and over... and the reality far exceeded his expectations. The feel of their heavy softness made his cock jerk in reaction. He brushed his thumbs over her darkened erect nipples and squeezed her rounded fullness again and again, rhythmically in his hands.

  “Oh my God... I'm going to come soon... Mmmm, that's too good...” she whispered, moaning with pleasure. She slipped her hands around his neck and up into his short hair, winding her fingers all over his head in a frenzy. Her chest was heaving wildly with her ragged breathing. He kissed her face lightly, and then her mouth, gently.

  “Try to hold back for a few minutes babe...” he urged with a little smile.

  “Kyle... if you don't fuck me... right now... I'm gonna die...” she gasped, her eyes closed as he caressed her breasts. His fingers trailed downwards, across her stomach and down through the dark hair beyond. He stroked at her gently, without probing, he could feel the wetness… it was seeping down her legs. She began whimpering in a small voice, “Oh please... please...”

 

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