by RT Lucas
Without warning Shuggie rolled them both around, slamming Teodora’s back down onto the workstation which sent bottles, containers and jugs flying to the floor. Ripping her scrubs in two with one hand as his other had her pinned to the desk he dipped his head and started to kiss a trail down her body, using his fangs to rip the cotton of her sports bra. As she writhed slowly, he put a finger to her lips. “Hush lass, still yersel’ an let me take care o’ye.” His gravelly voice was barely above a whisper, and his finger followed where his lips touched her skin. “Ye are so beautiful mah bonnie geeky lassie.” The taste of her skin on his lips was intoxicating and he had to have more of her – now.
Shuggie used his hips to force Teodora’s legs wider, and he tugged off the pants of her scrubs, discarding them onto the floor. She was wearing the largest pair ladies’ panties he had ever seen – from navel to the tops of her thighs – and would have served as a natural contraceptive in their own right. “These huv tae go!” Giving Teodora a wicked grin as he leaned down, and tore them off of her with his fangs. “Ach, see, much better.” Shuggie leaned over her, looking into her eyes as he whispered, “Relax lassie, jist trust that ah’ll look after ye.” As she nodded slowly, Shuggie used the heel of his hand to massage between her thighs as he used his other hand to slowly squeeze and tease her now exposed breasts.
“Tell me wit ye want, Teodora…wit dae ye need?”
A blush covered Teo from head all the way down to her toes as she let out a husky giggle which swiftly turned into a loud whimper. Her exposed body was on fire in all the right places, her hips bucked upwards of their own accord to where Shuggie’s hand was between her thighs. She was a virgin, but something was stirring deep in her soul and she wanted the Warrior inside her – deep inside her. Teodora lifted her head slightly to look up at Shuggie. “I would like you to make love to me Warrior.”
“Aye, ah kin dae that, Teodora – the problem is ah may ne’er stop.” Grinning up at her, Shuggie moved his hand that was between her thighs and started to stroke her damp sensitive folds as he spoke to her. His eyes were roaming over her body, liking the way she responded to his touch, his look. She seemed to glow with the blush that covered her exposed skin, and it was a look that suited her. As her skin started to goosebump, Shuggie started to circle her swollen clit with his thumb whilst he flicked his tongue over her hardened nipples, taking his time to lave each one almost to the point of pain for her, then bringing her back from the edge by sucking and kissing the undersides of each breast. And still his thumb circled slowly and firmly over her swollen nub, his fingers soaked in her sweet juices. She was almost ready...
“Ah huv waited fur this moment, fur an eternity lass – Mah Teodora…”
“Oh gossssh Warrior,” Teo’s words were coming out loud and almost incomprehensible as her body squirmed under Shuggie’s. The intricate tattooed designs on his body were coming alive, sending pulses of desire through every inch of her body. Her core was contracting around Shuggie’s fingers as they stretched her inner walls. She parted her thighs so that her legs fell to the side. Her long slender arms lifted up to cup Shuggie’s face and she pulled him down to her, kissing him passionately, mumbling against his lips. “I am ready my Warrior.”
Swiping his tongue across Teodora’s lips, Shuggie shoved his trousers down and lifted her legs up straight, looking her over once again. “Ach, Teodora, ye drive a man crazy...” He wanted to say more, he wanted to say something profound and poetic so that he could convey to her the range of emotions he was feeling, but the blood to his brain had detoured and he was losing the power of thought and speech. The urge to take her and make her his was overwhelming him. “...Fucking crazy...” and with that he gripped her ankles tightly, pulled himself back before thrusting forward, sinking his hard, thick cock into her tight, wet core. Shuggie stilled himself for a moment when he felt the head of his tip break through Teodora’s tightness, until he felt her body start to tug and pull him inside her. “That’s right, lassie, fuck ye feel damn good.”
Every time Teodora’s body pulled and gripped at his cock, Shuggie pulled his hips back, watching her struggle – the added frustration showing on her face was even more of an aphrodisiac to him. She was losing herself to her carnal needs – and she was becoming demanding…. and he fucking liked it.
Teo’s body was arched off the desk as she felt her virginity being stretched and thrusted from her. The burning sensation passed after a few moments as her hips started to raise up and down to a rhythm with Shuggie’s. As he picked up speed and started to roll his hips, she felt his cock filling her soaking core even deeper, her nails were dragging down his biceps as her screams started to fill her office. “Oh fuck yes! Fuck me harder Warrior!”
As rivulets of his blood ran down the well-developed muscles in his arms, twisting and merging with his elaborate tattoos. He used his forearms to pin her own above her head, there was barely a hair's breadth between their bodies. Shuggie rolled his hips, driving his cock deeper into her body. “Scratch and bite me, lassie.” His words weren’t commands, but came out of his mouth like strangled pleas as his hips picked up the pace. Teodora’s legs wrapped around his body and her heels digging into the small of his back.
Teodora lay still for a moment, shoving Shuggie with the heel of her hands so that he moved backwards, seeing the look of confusion on his face she gave a little smirk.
“On your back Warrior.”
Doing as he was instructed, Teo then shifted onto her knees and crawled over his large muscular thighs, planting the palms of her hands on his wide chest. She straddled him as she looked into the red of his irises – he looked breath-taking lying there, and was allowing her to take over the lead. Something was awakening in the normally quiet, reserved Doctor. Teodora lowered her hips, removing one hand from Shuggie’s chest to reach between them. Guiding his thick cock to the entrance of her aching core, she slid herself down onto him, screaming out his name. Teodora lowered her head and bit into the skin on the side of his neck. Her hips started moving from side to side then up and down as she rocked herself slowly over her lover.
“Bloody hell,” Shuggie muttered as he watched his geeky lassie turn into a temptress, taking control and putting him through his paces. As she rode him, she used all of her body to grind, rub and slide over him. Her little teeth biting into his neck as she sucked, bruising him and her nails were scoring their mark not only into his skin but into his soul.
As he held her hips in place to help steady her, he jolted his hips up to meet with her when she thrust down. “Teo…Teodo…Fuck Teodora,” whatever she was doing, she was doing it right and Shuggie was struggling for the first time in his existence not to come first. His balls were tight and the head of his cock was throbbing. Shuggie’s eyes were fully trained on his female – watching as she lost control, her excitement was palpable and he knew she was close to the edge.
“Fuck! Oh fuck Warrior!” Teo’s screams would have been deafening to a mortal as the fire started in the pit of her stomach. She felt a tingling all the way down to her toes as her inner walls gripped tightly around Shuggie’s throbbing cock. She couldn’t hold on any longer and her spine violently arched, throwing her head back as a powerful wave of pleasure rippled through her body causing her to scream out Shuggie’s name over and over. She felt his hips jerk upwards, his strong hands were gripping her waist tightly as he thrust up and down, his roaring of her name mixing with her screams as they rode out their orgasms together. Once they had both stilled, Teodora’s body collapsed in a heap on top of Shuggie’s, her breathing was shallow and ragged.
Pulling Teodora up against him, Shuggie kissed her slowly and hard, his tongue delving into her panting mouth. “Ah didnae ken ye were so wild, Teodora…by Christ ah fucking love it.” Grinning before kissing her again, he wrapped his huge arms around her body as she fell into a deep sleep. “Mah geeky lassie hus a taste fur the raunchy? Fuckin’ win-win Shuggie, fuckin win-win.” While she slept, Shuggie held her close and
willed his tattoos to take on the markings his Teodora had made on him – every scratch, and bite was now incorporated into the living ink on his skin.
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Xavier stretched and yawned lazily, scratching the heavy growth on his face as he opened his eyes. As he turned over, he stilled and stared. Alicia was curled up beside him, fast asleep with her tiger cub Frazzle lying on top of her hair on the pillow. She was so serene, lying there, and he reached out a hand to smooth over her curves, but stopped himself just in time.
Overnight he had changed back from wolf form to human.
A very naked human.
Normally, that wouldn’t be an issue for him, but the rules of the game had changed significantly. He was now fully werewolf, back from the dead and in Alicia’s bed beside her. The problem? The problem was that Alicia didn’t know that the wolf she had ‘adopted’ as her pet – was him. Deciding tactically, Xavier slipped off of the bed and padded quietly to the door, giving the now awake Frazzle a warning glare not to give him away before closing the door behind him. He needed to find Shuggie and the Doc and find out why it was he could now shift, and how Alicia hadn’t been able to figure out the ‘wolf’ was him. He also needed some clothes – XavJr was starting to feel the cold.
Navigating his way through the myriad of corridors, Xavier finally found where his quarters had been relocated.
“Fuckers don’t waste any time putting my shit in storage, yeah?” he muttered under his breath. Taking a quick shower, he shoved on his fatigues and black muscle vest before lacing up his combats. He checked his cell, which was dead. “Figures…” He binned it, and headed out to find the comms room and his Lieutenant.
Time was against him if he wanted to get the answers he needed before Alicia awoke.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Drumnadrochit, Scotland, Present Day
The scrape of the trowel made her hand shake. Every time she heard that noise, she got the ‘heebeegeebees’. Well, that’s what her Grannie had called the sensation when she had been on a dig and uncovered something of significance.
Shona MacLeod was a postgrad archaeologist, specialising in Scottish history. At twenty-eight years old, she wanted to be the youngest to excavate undiscovered treasure troves in her native land.
Her parents had died when she was a youngster and from then she was raised by her maternal grandparents. They were both celebrated archaeologists in their own rights and travelled the world giving lectures and expert assistance on many high profile digs. That’s where Shona had gotten the ‘bug’.
After her grandparents died, Shona had inherited their modest wealth and their large Edinburgh Morningside property which she had remortgaged to fund this – her defining moment, her life’s dream.
Brushing away the silt and carefully scraping, Shona shouted over to Mark, her colleague, to bring the torch and x-ray equipment.
Mark Huntingdon was two years Shona’s senior. They met at university, remaining close friends ever since. He was as enthused and invested in this project as Shona was.
“Do you see what I see?” Shona’s accent was a mixture of Scots/European, on account of her well-travelled upbringing. Mark was what Shona considered ‘posh’. He had an affected English Oxford accent. At times there was a definite communication barrier between them, which was a constant punch line to their jokes.
“If one is referring to one’s colleague being knee deep in soil and looking rather bedraggled, then yes, I do see what you see.”
“Shuttit, and hold the light still will you!” Shona laughed, swatting her hand at Mark’s legs.
“Naw, I mean...Look!” As the light settled, Mark leaned down over Shona and gasped. There was a small fragment of human bone showing through the dirt.
“How far down did you find this, Shona?” She showed Mark the charts she had been keeping and as he read them, he whistled low through his teeth.
Shona look up at Mark, grinning. “I think we should concentrate our efforts in this area – yay or nay?” She wiped the back of her hand over her forehead, leaving a streak of dirt on her pale, freckled face.
“A definite ‘Yay’, mucky pup.” Mark playfully nudged Shona then pointed to his own forehead to indicate what he was talking about. As she hurriedly wiped off the dirt, Mark was calling over the rest of their hired team of helpers to join them. This was what they had all been searching for and it would prove all of their contemporaries wrong.
Drumnadrochit, Scotland, 45AD
“Ye cannae be fucking serious?” Shuggie MacAndrew threw his sword into the mire as he stood arguing with the tribe elder. Their Pictish tribe caledonii were feared and hated in equal measure by their enemies. Shuggie was the fiercest of the tribe’s Warriors and was undefeated in battle.
“If we leave the noo, the wummin an’ weans will be unprotected. We shud wait fur re-enforcements.”
The elder scoffed at Shuggie and ridiculed him in front of the rest of the tribesmen, calling him out to be ‘weak’, ‘cowardly’ and ‘hen-pecked’, but still Shuggie stayed true to his opinion.
In the end he was out-voted and the elder had gotten his way, yet again. On the rising of the next sun, and after the tributes were slain in honour of their Gods, the men would march on the tribes to the South and rid the land of the ‘Invaders from the Seas’.
Shuggie hammered the white hot metal of his sword in the furnace. His skill with blades was legendary and his artistry in swordsmithery was almost as respected as his wielding of the swords in battle. Mhairi stood at the entrance to the hut with a babe on her hip. The three other youngsters danced around her feet, laughing.
“He wouldnae listen tae ye, ah take it?” Mhairi’s soft lilt was like music against the harsh hammering of the metal on metal.
“Aye,” Shuggie grunted in response as he looked over the fire and continued working on the blade. “Yer Da’ is a stubborn auld bastard, and would put ye all in danger rather than lose face in front o’the others.”
Shoo-ing the children out of the hut to play while she sat down to nurse the babe, Mhairi hummed a lullaby. She had seen the battle of wits between her father, the elder and her husband many times before. Each time, her father took Shuggie’s protests and suggestions to be a direct threat to his authority – but every time Shuggie had been proven to be right. This kept her firmly in the middle of the two.
As Shuggie sunk the sword into the bucket of cold water, the hiss and steam filled the hut. After a few minutes, he walked over and knelt down before Mhairi. “Keep this sword with ye at aw times, Mhairi. When ah go in the morn, leave this place – take the bairns and protect them. This sword is true an swift. Ah huv a bad feelin’ aboot this plan o’ yer faither’s so ye must promise me, ye’ll dae as ah say.”
“Shuggie, dinnae worry so much – ye’ll be back hame afore we even notice yer gone!” Mhairi gave a small laugh, but stopped when she seen the grim expression on Shuggie’s face. “If it’ll please ye, ah’ll dae it, husband.”
Mhairi was too like her father, however, and she had no intention of doing as her ‘over-cautious’ husband had made her promise, thinking to herself that ‘what he doesn’t know, won’t hurt him’.
Shuggie was too trusting of his wife. He never once contemplated that she would only pay him lip-service by making promises she never intended to keep. He believed her when she swore to protect herself and his children from harm with the weapon he had put his own blood, sweat and tears into. So when he left the next morning to go into battle, he was content that his family would be safe when he returned...
CHAPTER TWELVE
Alicia rolled over on her mattress to snuggle back into her new pet but kept on rolling until she landed on the floor with a thud. Rubbing her eyes sleepily with the back of her hands, she noticed the empty bed…The wolf was gone!
“Figures, everyone always fuck off or dies on me,” she mumbled to herself, still feeling groggy from sleep. The small female crawled to her en-suite bathroom and flicked the switch for the shower
. It would take a good ten minutes for the steam to build up, and by then she would be feeling more awake. Seeing Frazzle at her feet, she crouched down to scoop him into her arms. “Gods you are getting big, gorgeous! We have a busy day ahead! This old fashioned place is getting the Ali makeover!” Grinning wide, she walked back through to her room, placing Frazzle on the bed as his little head tilted side wards to look up at her.
“This is home…for now, so we have to make the most of it. Tell you a secret Frazzle, when Commander Prick was out for the count and you were snuggled up by his head in the medical bay, me and my lappy went shopping! Yes I paid for it…kinda…not that matters! What matters is the whole place is getting a huge makeover!”
Alicia found talking to Frazzle and her wolf so easy. They listened, didn’t judge and there was no backchat from them. She was sad that wolfie had decided to leave but she figured he must have needed his pack. She was just a little vampire who didn’t feel pain after all – the ‘Freak’ – so why should a wolf give two fucks?
“I need to feed so if anyone asks…you haven’t seen me. I’ll be back before the buses arrive with the new goods.” Alicia placed her ‘hair clip’ under her ponytail so that just the edge was showing, rearranged the dog tags that she never took off – not even to shower – and flashed herself away to Italy. She had weeks of feeding to catch up on and was going to make sure she got her fill.
The soldiers stood to attention as they waited for their instructions from Sergeant Hawkeye while numerous high sided delivery vehicles were being given the once and over and security clearance to enter the compound. Their Sergeant gave the nod, and as soon as the word “makeover” left his lips they moved like the soldiers they were trained to be, but this was no war they were fighting. The group of ten men were under Alicia’s mesmerisation and each one had their instructions, ranging from carrying boxes, to unpacking them and building the furniture up. Everything you could imagine that a house needed had been ordered. No detail had been left to chance. The decoration had been completed days earlier, with only Alicia’s room left untouched. The small female was still feeling out of sorts in the compound and didn’t feel she justified personalising her own room, but she had paid the most attention to Xavier’s office, hoping he’d like it if or when he regained consciousness from his coma.