by Godiva Glenn
“Show me your other form. The lupine one. Something tells me I need to see it,” she said breathily.
He’d do more than show. He thrust his hips forward, grinding his eager cock between her legs. She squealed her encouragement.
Rising from the blanket, he pulled off his white t-shirt, revealing a muscled chest and well-developed six-pack. Every bit of his body was toned. Part of his assignment required that he be formidable in a fight, able to handle himself without backup from his pack. He was a weapon, and he looked the part.
Her eyes drank him in and her delightful squirming died. Lust fogged her expression, but she studied him with the hungry gaze he was used to receiving from the females of his pack. He yanked his belt free, the zip of leather through denim a loud buzz through the air, and tossed it aside.
“Help me,” he said teasingly, rubbing his cock through the dark jeans.
She rose as if in a trance and crawled to him on her knees. Gentle fingertips explored his zipper and carefully slid it down. His erection sprang free and he shoved his pants down. Licking her lips, she watched him kick off his boots and discard the pants.
Her eyes widened, and the glow that winked around the edges swallowed her pupils entirely. The stunning contrast of honey gold against her pale skin and ebony hair made Damon groan. He wanted to tackle her and make her scream. But she wanted a show.
He glanced behind him to the crescent moon. Holding his hand up in the silver light, he welcomed his wolf to join him. Peppered gray and black fur grew over his forearm while his hand spread and lengthened into a clawed fist. Charlotte took a deep breath and he looked down.
“Is it okay?” he asked.
Her mouth hung open for a moment, and she swallowed before speaking. “Yeah.”
He met her eyes while the change overtook the rest of him, expanding his height an additional foot while soft fur coated him. Once fully transitioned, he turned his muzzle towards the sky and howled for show. When he glanced down, she held a hand to her throat.
“Damon,” she whispered. “I don’t even know what to say.”
His voice, roughened by the change, came out as a growl. “Are you afraid?”
“No.” She stood and came close, dwarfed by his large stature. Hovering, her fingertips traced the air around his chest. “I’ve never felt more—comforted. And on fire.”
He wrapped his hands around hers and pressed them to his chest. “Do you want to go further?”
Shivering, she shifted on her feet. Her hand slipped free of his and caressed down over his stomach. She took hold of his cock and moaned. “Is it possible when you’re like this? Because I think I need it.”
The scent of her arousal rose between them, hot and sensual. A confirmation sat on the tip of his tongue. Not only was it possible, it was natural to fuck like this. It was also an act reserved for true mates between two lupine.
Were she human, he wouldn’t think twice. Her petite human form under his beastly one? The thought alone made his cock throb. But he wasn’t supposed to risk impregnating another lupine. Especially one he’d just met, who didn’t know their ways—
“I’m going to take that silence as a yes,” she murmured, squeezing his cock and sliding her hand up and down its length.
She stepped back and wiggled out of her skirt, sending her scent flaring out around them. The night became washed with the erotic sweetness, and his wolf howled at the prospect. He growled softly, not from discontent, but from pure arousal.
Once transformed, his wolf rarely acted up. This was the balance, after all. But something about Charlotte shook him deep inside. The craving now ravaging his blood defied logic. He should have returned to his human form, but he wondered if he was even in control anymore.
Her pale skin shone in the moonlight, a delicate feast for feral eyes. She yanked off the shirt bunched around her midsection, then bent over and began to wiggle from her nearly non-existent panties. He stopped her, grasping her by the wrist and staring down with primal need.
“Leave them. Pull them to the side.”
She arched a brow and grinned wickedly. “If you insist.”
She slipped a finger teasingly into the tiny lace triangle hiding her cunt and slowly shifted the fabric to one side, revealing a trimmed tuft of hair and puffy pink folds.
Damon froze for a second, overwhelmed. Every instinct within him told him to dive into her, ravage her, claim her. But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He’d behave, not turn into a mindless beast. Wrapping his arms around her, he sniffed her hair and whispered, “If it becomes too much, you say something.”
“I’m not that fragile.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I think I want it to hurt a little,” she whispered back.
His eyes rolled back at her honest request, and his hard length twitched against where it stood pressed against her stomach. Endless debaucherous images paraded behind his eyes, punctuated by his wolf panting and pacing and snarling for him to get to work. He had a female to please, damnit!
With a snarl, he snatched her into his arms and tumbled them to the ground. He placed her seated over him and held her full weight high while he spread her juices over his needy cock.
“Ride me,” he ordered, and lowered her until she could balance herself over his waiting shaft.
Biting her lips, Charlotte ran her hands over his slick erection. “I didn’t think I’d have to do the work.”
“If I take you like I want, I’d likely lose my mind inside you. How we lupine breed… it’s not for beginners.”
“Rough?”
He snorted. If she thought riding him wouldn’t be rough, she’d learn soon enough. “Do you want to ask questions, or do you want to fuck?”
She stuck her tongue out and he snapped up at her, making her shriek. Her fingers circled the softly pointed head of his thick cock. “Okay, okay.”
He held his breath while she rose and steadied him at her entrance. Her fluids dripped down, coating him and giving a taste of the pleasure to come. Heat radiated from between her thighs, and now her scent was leaving him dizzy and lust-drunk. His tip slid in, eliciting from her a moan—a sound of delight with undertones of surprise. The earth gave way beneath his claws as he dug down, resisting the urge to piston upwards, to lift his hips and end the torment with one quick, solid thrust.
She lowered herself, engulfing him in the sweet heaven of her pussy while whispering to herself, “Fuck… yes… dear gods…”
Rising and sinking in slow, agonizingly delicious motions, she accustomed herself to his size. His body remained planted to the ground, but he occasionally flexed within her, delighted to feel the responding clench of her tight walls. When she at last accepted him in full, she pressed a hand to her rosy cheek and simply moaned.
“I don’t think I can move,” she sighed blissfully.
He wrapped his hands around her waist and assisted her until she rocked and circled her hips in need. She became wetter, and she gazed down at him with heavy-lidded eyes that glowed with the unearthly beauty of a worthy mate. Pinching her gently bouncing breasts, she panted, and each breath became a moan or sigh or desperate cry for more.
Damon inhaled her ecstasy and committed every sexy moment to memory. Charlotte was something entirely different to him. More than a human to fuck, certainly, but vastly different than the other female wolves he’d risked intimacy with. It wouldn’t be horrible to be mated to one such as this.
The pitch of her sensual utterances changed, and he watched as she snaked one hand down to caress her clit.
“Come for me,” he growled, half-needy-request and half-command.
Her heart raced in response, a reaction to his demanding tone that he wholly adored. She clearly knew what she wanted, had not been afraid to ask, yet also appreciated a domineering aspect.
Her fingertips danced in tight circles over her clit. The wet path called to him, and he wanted to replace her small digits with his tongue. He could practically taste h
er already, for all her sweet scent in the air. Next time. If there would be a next time.
Introducing her to the pack could mean her choosing a mate. Surely the males would pursue her. Not to speak lightly of the females of his pack, but fresh blood was fresh. New. Exciting. And there was something about Charlotte that begged for ownership.
He wouldn’t be surprised if she got less than a dozen proposals within a month.
Her sudden intake of breath drew his attention. She held the air in her lungs, and her breasts jiggled as she surrendered to his steady thrusts, no longer contributing to the rhythm. Now, she simply endured. Her eyes squeezed shut and her teeth dug into her lower lip as if restraining a scream. He thrust upward harder while holding her still by the waist, claws indenting her alabaster flesh but not piercing.
She gasped, and her expression was a blend of absolute pleasure and blinding shock. He continued to piston into her while her cunt squeezed and shuddered around him. With every stroke she cried out until her voice was harsh, until she fell forward and pleaded for a moment of rest.
Damp hair clung to her forehead and flushed cheeks. He swept it back and waited while she recovered. Heaving sighs and an erratic pulse echoed through the air. He was willing to bet that she’d never had a climax as intense. Pride welled in him, and he licked her face with his large tongue, then moved to her neck. She tasted like sweat and sex and the wild midnight.
Slowly, she pressed her hands to his broad chest and lifted up. He lapped between her breasts, making her groan hungrily.
“I can’t even,” she mumbled. “You waste that on humans?”
He chuckled softly, though the sound came out as distorted barks. “Now you’re thinking like a wolf.”
“I just got fucked like one,” she said carefully, a shy tone sneaking into her words.
He flexed his clawed hands and dragged his nails down her back. “Not quite.”
She opened her mouth in question, but his quick thrust stole her words. Now that she’d had her share, it was time to take his own pleasure, and show her what he really had to offer. Her body bounced above him, and her hands fisted the soft fur of his chest in an effort to hold on.
His stomach tightened and his legs began to tingle. He relaxed his pace and took one of her hands in his. “Grip the base.”
She stared blankly down at him, eyes heavy with bliss.
“Wrap your hand here and don’t let go.”
She did as ordered, restricting the depth of his thrusts into her. The soft skin of her palm felt equally heavenly and didn’t slow his building release. She gasped once his knot began to form, tricked by her hand. The bulge grew, and she leaned forward to keep her hand in place. Questions danced across her face, but she kept quiet.
The air filled with his low snarls and heavy breathing. He counted to himself, wanting to time himself perfectly. She moaned, and it grazed his ear so sensually it threw his plans to the wind. He flipped her before she could react and had her back on the blanket within a blink. Pulling out, he howled and released stream after stream of hot cum. It covered her from neck to navel and ran down her sides, glistening over her skin like lewd puddles and rivers.
His head fell back, and he cursed to the moon, all sanity and logic ripped away and replaced with an encouragement to do it again.
Looking down at his white-stained beauty, he sighed and released his lupine form. Fur fell away and claws became strong hands. His shadow ebbed in size, and for the moment, his blood calmed. He knelt beside her and stroked her cheek.
An expression of awe was painted over her face while she dipped thin fingertips into the wet rivulets marking her body. She dragged designs and spread his cum in sensual patterns while he watched.
“Not a monster,” she said with a mischievous smirk. “But definitely a beast.”
THREE
With no towel to offer Charlotte for cleaning up, Damon had resorted to wiping her down with the now muddy blanket. She didn’t help, content to be held and cared for in quiet adoration. Taking a deep breath, he searched the area and found the fresh scent of water nearby. He lifted her in his arms and carried her towards the sound and scent of a distant stream. Her arms dangled loosely around his neck, and she seemed to study his face while they made the brief journey.
“Can I ask my questions now?” she asked.
“Ask away.” He stepped over a large fallen tree and groped her bottom under the premise of adjusting her balance in his grip.
“Is it always that,” she sighed and shook her head, as if searching for the right word, “passionate?”
He nodded.
“If that was you being cautious, what is it like when you’re with someone more experienced?” She scratched her fingernails along his bare shoulders and lowered her voice.
“Typically, I would have taken you from behind,” he admitted. “But you wanted to see me, so that wouldn’t work. Also, it would have made it difficult to hold my knot.”
“Knot? The bulge… like a dog’s?”
He snorted. “We knot the same, and the similarity ends there. If I didn’t have your hand to compensate, I would have been stuck when I slid fully inside of you. I’d have had to spill inside.”
“Why did you hold it back? I wouldn’t have been upset if you—”
“Wolves mate for life. Had I mated with you properly, and you’d conceived, we’d have to marry. And strangely, first matings tend to produce pups more often than not. It wouldn’t have been fair to claim you like that, without your consent or understanding of the situation.”
Charlotte shifted against him, but he couldn’t see her face to judge her reaction.
“It’s not that I don’t find you appealing, clearly. But we’ve known each other for only a few hours. And many a female has found me undesirable for a lifetime commitment.”
They reached the stream and he set her down near the edge so that he could test the water. Still naked, he stepped into the shallow current. Though cold, it wouldn’t be a horrible inconvenience to a wolf. He held out his hand for her to join him, and she did.
Shivering, she bent down and scooped handfuls of water over herself. Her nipples puckered and begged for further attention, and Damon averted his eyes. The chill was barely enough to staunch the blood running towards his cock, but it worked well enough for the moment.
“What about the human women, then?” she asked.
“We can’t reproduce with them. It’s normal for the males and females to play with humans and sate their needs until a proper mate is found. Some packs encourage it, even. Though I’ve met a pack or two that forbade it,” he said while swiping excess water from his chest.
“Celibacy, then? Sounds strange given… well…”
“Primal instinct?” he asked. “Agreed. If we keep in our human forms, we’re technically allowed to mingle with each other. Usually just couples who are on the verge of making a commitment.”
“Well, yeah. I couldn’t imagine… too much casual sex in a small community.”
“Exactly. It’s easier to save it for mating. One thing leads to another. Sex kills our brain cells, I guess.” Definitely just killed mine. He hoped his voice didn’t carry the disappointment he had for himself.
She sighed. “Hormones are hormones, I suppose.”
He took in a deep breath and watched Charlotte. One hand held her hair in a loose bun atop her head, and the other flung water at her neck. The remnants of his pleasure trickled down her body with the cool water. Her brows rumpled and she stepped from her panties and splashed them around in the water before wringing them out. The annoyance in her expression almost made him laugh. He didn’t envy having to wear wet underwear.
“Do you want a lifetime mate? I thought men preferred the persona of the lone wolf,” she said finally, pulling the black lace into place.
He shrugged. “No wolves are true loners. We are raised with family being the ultimate responsibility. Of course I would like a mate someday, and a family of my own. For now, I
work for the council. My alpha and my elders. My pack. My assignment puts a hold on any relationships, but that will pass.”
Charlotte straightened and turned from him, head lifted towards the sky. “Why do you think I was abandoned, then, if family is everything?”
“I can’t even fathom a guess,” he answered honestly. “But with the pack, we would have resources. We could uncover your past, if that’s what you’d want. Such a crime wouldn’t be ignored unless you declared it unworthy of time.”
“Why would your pack care about me, though?” She glanced back over her shoulder. “Until tonight, I didn’t know the truth of what I was. Do all packs accept strangers?”
He walked to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing her back to his chest and leaning over her kiss her neck. “Packs are composed of families. Specifically, families that have banded together towards a mutual understanding. Some packs are only together because of regional proximity, an unwillingness to separate and leave ancestral land. Some are more political. Mine, though, is small. Just a collection of families that believe in the unity of all wolves.”
“Is that why you travel between the packs? Spreading that message?”
“Mostly. And we help keep the peace. We offer guidance to resolve disputes, whether it be pack against pack, or against neighboring humans.” He nuzzled her cheek. “As luck goes, running into me was probably for the best. My pack is suited to welcoming one such as you. In fact, I promise they’ll adore you.”
She spun in his arms and tangled her damp fingers into his hair before yanking him down for a kiss. Her lips demanded his, and her tongue sought to conquer. Pressed against her wet, lithe body, his cock grew full once more. Her pearled nipples scorched his skin, but when he tried to duck down and taste them, she took a deep breath and stepped back.
