The Warder's Wolf

by Kinsella

  The pain blended with the pleasure, she gasped and fell forward as another wave of extasy claimed her.

  Zan wrapped his arms around her and smoothed her auburn hair off of her face. His heart was slowing under her and she started to laugh as she realized that they were both still fully clothed. It started as a little hiccup of giggles and when she felt him slip from her sore and soaked cunt, it turned into a howl of laughter.

  He started to sit up, and as he did, she fell to one side. Then off of the table and onto the floor. Ruana landed with a thump. For a moment she was silent- then the hilarity gripped her once again. Tears streamed down her face as she gripped her ribs and curled into a ball of hysterics. Zan went over to the sink and tidied himself up, then came over to her with a washcloth in his hand.

  The room smelled of heat and sex, with the unmistakable muskiness that the wer had as their own.

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  He turned her onto her back and forced her thighs apart with one hand while cleaning off the sticky evidence of their coupling with the other. When he was through he asked, “Are you ever going to stop laughing?” He was hunkered down next to her and looking at her with great attention to every detail of her writhing anatomy.

  Her convulsive laughter must be the result of too long an abstinence. There was no other reason that she could think of to have collapsed with hilarity after the hottest sex of her life.

  Still giggling, she tugged her skirt down once again and sat up.

  “Dare I ask what was funny?” He gave her his hand and tugged her to her feet. Somewhere along the way she had lost her shoes. Her toes wiggled against the hardwood floor.

  She grinned at him, “Well, aside from the messed up hair, you and I look like we just spent an evening playing scrabble.” A giggle broke free once again. “Do you know where my shoes went?”

  “Somewhere under the table. Hey, get back here.” He was left talking to air as everything but her backside disappeared under the table. It was a very nice backside, but he would have to see it without clothing on to be sure.

  “Aha! Got ‘em.” Brandishing the strappy sandals triumphantly she appeared on the other

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  side of the table from him. Hopping from foot to foot she put the sandals back on.

  “Ruana, we need to talk.” Zan was serious, he knew what was coming, and was dreading it. The truth was, they were far from finished.

  “No Zan, we don’t need to talk. Can I call a cab from here, or will you give me a ride back into town?” She brushed the front of her dress straight- then frowned. She could feel the evidence of his climax slowly making its way down her thighs. Her nose wrinkled at the scent and she turned back to him with an expectant look on her face.

  “Oh, so now that you have what you need, you don’t want me anymore. Very nice.” He sat back at the table and crossed his arms over his chest, while crossing his legs at the ankle.

  “So, can I get a ride or what?” She really had no frame of reference for this type of activity, but he looked offended. “I thought that you would be happy that I didn’t want to stick around.”

  “Not really, we still need to talk. Have a seat.” He gestured to the chair that she had previously occupied.

  “Um, how about we talk another time, I really want to get home.” She shifted from foot to foot.

  “Well, be off with you then. You can’t get a cab from here, but about an hour’s walk down the road you should find a gas station, you can get a cab from there. If you make it.” His eyes were hot,

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  and she felt a frisson of fear as she noticed something rising behind his eyes that had not been there before.

  “Oh crud.” A trickle of sensation ran down her spine. Part of it was fear, but she was ashamed to admit that the heat was riding again. “How long are you going to give me?” She quickly flipped her shoes off and started to back out the door.

  “You have ten minutes. I would go now if I were you.” The wildness was rising in his eyes, and there was a flush to his skin that had not been there before. He seemed alive with energy, and it was barely contained. In a few moments, he was not going to bother containing his hunger at all.

  She ran.

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  Chapter Two

  he left her shoes in the kitchen and bolted out the door as if all the hounds of hell were on her heels. Down the driveway and into the woods, she ran. She tried to mask her scent as best as she could, but having quizzed her mother on the mating habits of werewolves, she knew that he could probably find her anywhere she went. Thanks to their earlier mating, she reeked of his musk. S

  She stumbled blindly in the dark, trees and branches snagging and tearing at her clothing. A branch whipped across her face and she flinched with pain, her heart pounding in her ears.

  In the distance, she heard a howl, and ran faster. She tripped and fell into a stream. She got up, her hands bleeding from the rocks and moved down the stream as quickly as she could. As much as fear was riding her hard, arousal had started to creep into her flesh as well. Through the damp of her dress, she felt her nipples pushing at the

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  confines of her bra. The wetness between her thighs was scalding hot, a sharp contrast to the icy cold of the water swirling around her ankles.

  She heard another howl and froze in place. It seemed close. Really close. She held her breath and listened with everything in her. The wind shifted and she could smell him. He had not transformed completely, there was man mixed in with the wolf, and she shuddered with arousal once again. It meant that he intended to fuck her when he found her- that was not even a question. It was the only reason that he would not have changed all the way. In wolf form, he may have tormented her, bit her and chased her, perhaps even killed her. The partial form was only good for being able to move and act as a man, at the same time that he took on the most effective tracking abilities given to him by the wolf within.

  She was in serious trouble.

  Ruana left the stream and ran on numb feet through the woods once again, stumbling, crashing into trees and brambles. She fell. Her arms moved under her to push her up and she heard him. She listened to the careful steps coming toward her. Her body shook with panic as she thought of what she could do next.

  Desperate for cover, she rolled under a nearby bush and tried to tuck her arms and legs against her body. She could hear his footsteps coming

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  closer and tried to hold her breath and quiet her heartbeat. Her eyes closed and she listened to his steps pass her hiding place, she could hear him scenting the air, snuffling through his extended muzzle. She kept herself completely still, and did not even breathe the sigh of relief that she felt burning within her when he kept going.

  Her breath blasted out of her when a clawed, furred hand, wrapped around one ankle and dragged her out from under the bush. She screamed in panic and flipped to her back, to find a grey muzzle and burning amber eyes boring into her own.

  With casual brutality his claws tore through her dress and shredded her bra. She was left sitting in scraps of fabric where her dress used to be, her breasts heaving as her lungs fought for air through the constriction of panic.

  She slowly edged back from her suitor, stopping when he growled in protest. His eyes roamed over her body slowly and his hands took hold of her hips to bring her under him. She kept as still as possible as the muzzle went over her from head to toe, pausing to carefully inspect the scent of their earlier mating. Her body was shaking, partially due to her fear. There was also the animal part of her that was awakening with lust at his presence.

  He lifted her off of the dirt and bracken

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  covering the forest floor, and turned her onto her knees. His hands stroked her from neck to hips in a soothing motion, only occasionally drawing blood with his claws. When her shaking had stilled, he began to lick her. First at the back
of her neck, then across her shoulders. His hot tongue constantly moving and tasting her flesh. The wet expanse of his tongue triggered an answering warm wetness between her thighs. She clenched them together as if to deny her response.

  His snarl and his hand separating her thighs let her know in no uncertain terms that she was not to deny him. Her head fell forward and she let him have free reign of her body.

  He tasted every portion of her flesh, his muzzle and tongue lapping between her buttocks, across her anus and down to her weeping flesh. A shiver started in her core and her muscles tensed for battle. She felt his teeth on the inside of her thigh and she snapped.

  Naked and aroused she leapt to her feet and tried to escape. She had no chance. She had only managed to run a few yards when the warm, furred body slammed into her and bore her to the ground. She whimpered and fought him, pushing away from the ground and lifting them both with strength that she didn’t know she possessed. He forced her down once again with his weight and closed his teeth on her neck. She stilled.

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  Giving in to the inevitable, she relaxed against him. He loosened his jaws and she rolled to her back and then offered her neck to him.

  The golden eyes above his muzzle gleamed in the darkness, reflecting all available light. His teeth gently closed against her throat as she arched her neck into his jaws, and he bit her hard enough to break the skin. A pleased rumble left his throat and he released her neck to lick at her chin.

  Her hands found his shoulders and she caressed the fur and muscle, reminding herself of the man behind the monster. His teeth found her nipples and she shivered again. Then, almost came as the darts of sensation ran through her. His muzzle nipped, licked and tormented her breasts. Pain and pleasure drawing together. On her own, playing with her nipples had always gotten her wet, but what he was doing now was almost criminal. She sobbed, twisting against him, and he moved on.

  His lapping tongue found the hollow of her belly, and delved lower, between the thighs that she spread for him as he made his way to her core.

  When he discovered her flowing honey he snarled his approval and once again flipped her to her belly, then drew her up to her knees. This time he acted immediately, the large stiff head of his erection prodding at her entrance. He rubbed

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  himself against her from her clitoris to her open warmth- then thrust his hips forward.

  She grunted at the first impact on her delicate flesh, the bulbous head moved into her an inch, then withdrew and moved forward again. In this form he was quite a bit larger than as a human. She hissed her discomfort, then moaned her pleasure as he continued to work his way into her.

  Inch by inch, he buried himself in her, then began a rapid fire piston-like of thrusts. Drawing out, then hammering forward, throwing her onto her elbows just to maintain her balance. His clawed hands dug into her hips and pulled her onto him. Fucking her with savage ferocity that left her breathless as the spiral of tension in her body drew tight, then snapped.

  She screamed, her voice transforming to a howl of satisfaction as his voice joined hers. Distantly, she heard his howl of triumph as it echoed through the trees. His body pumped violently into hers and she heard his final grunt of satisfaction as he shoved himself into her one last time, then withdrew to drip the last of his cum onto the woodland carpet of moss. For the first time in her life, Ruana fainted.

  * * * *

  She dreamed. Dreamed of being hunted through

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  the forest, being chased by a wolf. Her heart was pounding, and she couldn’t see. He was right behind her. He would be on her any second.

  Ruana woke, gasping for air, her heart beating like a drum.

  “Oh, thank god.” She fell back into her sheets and stretched under her comforter. It had all been a dream. The whole thing. Probably brought on by her going into heat again. She laughed at herself, like she would ever be desperate enough to go to a bar, to pick up a werewolf to satisfy her cravings. This morning though, the heat seemed to be over. She felt rested, relaxed and the pounding arousal was finally gone. Maybe the dream had done it for her.

  She checked her alarm. “Damn.” She had overslept. Seriously overslept. She was due to meet her parents for Sunday dinner at four, and it was almost two.

  She flipped the blankets and sheets aside, swung her legs out of bed and stood up. And promptly collapsed. Her legs would not hold her, the muscles were sore and unprepared to bear her weight.

  “What the hell?” Then she froze. Coating the insides of her thighs were evidence of her nocturnal activities, a strong musky scent came to her as she examined herself.

  Pushing herself upright with the bed, she

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  wobbled to the bathroom and surveyed her devastation for herself. Claw marks covered her skin, tracing red over the pale flesh. Welts had formed on her neck from the bite, and her hands were covered with dirt. “Oh, shit.”

  She jumped into the shower and started to scrub. As much to remove the dirt as to banish the memories of the night.

  She finished her ablutions and got dressed, choosing a high necked shirt to camouflage the marks on her neck. She tried to put on a pair of jeans, but found the fabric too abrasive on her sore flesh. She opted for a denim skirt instead.

  Her face seemed a little flushed, so she applied her ‘five-minute makeover’ then was out the door and off to meet her parents for dinner.

  Her mom was gracious as always, but her father was a little stilted when he hugged her. She sighed. He could smell Zan on her. She didn’t even question it.

  When her mother left them alone to get some dessert from the kitchen he pulled her into the other room and asked her, “Ok. Ruana, who was it? I need to know.”

  “His name was Zan, Dad. That’s all I know.” She kept her voice to a whisper, so that her mother wouldn’t hear. Her mom never wanted to listen to Ruana’s comments on being a half werewolf. She liked to pretend that her little girl was completely

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  normal, and the only supernatural items that she had inherited came from the witch blood on her own side of the family.

  “I can’t believe this. Did you get a last name?” His whisper was just as urgent as hers.

  “No, you see, there were these six other werewolves who had kind of cornered me…” Ruana’s mother came back in and that was the end of that discussion for now, but the way her dad’s eyes had bugged out, she knew she was in for a phone call.

  Just because he had left the pack to marry her mother, didn’t mean that he had given up on their traditions. Some male messing with his daughter would not be tolerated. He still had his family to call on if he needed it. Ruana was hoping that he didn’t.

  She left her parents’ house after she washed the dinner dishes. She had been home for three whole minutes before the phone rang, and she filled her father in on the pertinent details. No, she didn’t get his last name. Yes, six other wolves had cornered her. Yes, Zan had come to her rescue. No, she didn’t know where he lived. Yes, she was fine and her heat seemed to be over. Yes, she loved him too. Goodbye.

  Slowly and methodically she thumped her head against the wall next to the phone. She could not believe the chain of events that had led her to that

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  discussion with her father. Wasn’t sex with strangers supposed to be all the rage? Her dad was raging alright. So much for hoping for a quiet solution.

  Ah well. There was always tomorrow. A whole new chance to humiliate herself awaited.

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  Chapter Three

  he carefully laid out her clothing for the next day at work, watched a movie, and then went to bed after changing the sheets. Dirt and cum had crusted on the bedding, She could not bear to climb into that mess. She carefully set her alarm and went to sleep. S

  She had the same dream, but this time when she woke up there was no pressure on her
legs, no twinges in her thighs and no strange musky scents on her body.

  She got dressed in slacks and a long-sleeved, button down shirt, and went to work. Keena met her at her desk. “So, where did you get off to on Saturday? Find a hot guy?”

  Her friend was relentless, so Ruana compromised. “Yeah, I found a hot stud on Saturday, got laid and here I am.” It was true, lacking in details, but true.

  “Wow, you’re so lucky. All of the good looking guys disappeared around eleven, and after that it

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  was just poor guys whose wives had kicked them out for the night.” Keena did not seem upset by the circumstance and Ruana got the feeling that one of those ‘poor guys’ had gotten lucky as well.

  “The boss wants to see you at ten. His wife is in as well. Must be some kind of internal audit.” Keena walked away, sashaying for the benefit of the guy from the mail room who had wandered onto their floor.

  Paperwork of the endless variety that piled up on the average clerks’ desk kept her busy until ten, at which point she stood, walked down to the CEO’s door and knocked. The door said Maxwell Masters, but everyone called him Max.

  “Come in, Ruana.” Max’s voice was unmistakable. It was a bass rumble that usually held a trace of amusement, but could occasionally rise to a cold roar that sent employees scurrying for cover. His wife had a gentling effect on him, but that was when the cold intelligence rose to the surface.

  “Hey Max, you wanted to see me?” She sauntered into the room. Arissa was there as expected, but the second guest in the room caused her to stumble and almost fall.