by Mia Harris
She wasn’t quite sure if she had been seeing things herself. At first she had thought that maybe she was simply hallucinating, but on second thought she had realized that didn’t make sense. She had never had any sorts of hallucinations in her life, so why would her brain start playing tricks on her now? Also, if she hadn’t seen Trent shift from a wolf into his usual body, then why was he knocking on her door right now?
Opening the door, she let out a dramatic yawn and greeted him.
“Oh, hey Trent, what’s going on?” she said, hoping he didn’t notice how frightened she actually was.
“Cut the crap, Megan. I know that you saw me. I saw you at your window,” he hissed.
His eyes suddenly lit up in the familiar amber shade, and she backed away from him in fear. He slammed the front door behind him as he slowly advanced towards her, and Megan wanted to melt into the floor and disappear.
“Please, Trent,” she whimpered. “I didn’t mean to spy on you. I was just closing my curtains when I saw a wolf in your yard. I was going to call you to warn you but then…”
“But then what?” he said softly, stepping even closer to her.
“I… I don’t know what I saw. It looked like you were the wolf. But… but that’s not possible,” she replied, her voice more panicked now as she realized what she had seen. He’s a werewolf. Oh god. I thought they were just a myth.
“It is possible,” he said. “You know what you saw. That’s why you ran from the window as soon as you knew that I had seen you. You knew to be scared of the monster, didn’t you?”
Megan’s hands shook as she stared up at him, and she couldn’t help but notice that he wasn’t wearing a shirt; only pants. Despite her fear, she couldn’t miss the hard, tight muscles on his chest and arms, and she gulped as she looked him over.
“The other day you asked why I don’t have a girlfriend. This is why. I’m a monster, and I scare everyone away,” he said, his eyes burning brighter as he reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders, his hands caressing her bare skin more softly than she had expected.
Realizing that the look in his eyes was shame, Megan’s face softened a little. He isn’t a terrifying monster. He just wants to be accepted and loved. Her fears almost completely evaporated as she had this realization, and she looked straight into his amber eyes as she spoke again.
“You didn’t come here to attack me, did you?”
“Of course not,” he said. “I’m more worried that you will do something to me, now that you know what I really am…half-man, half-wolf. Please, Megan, you can’t tell anyone.”
“Why would I do anything to hurt you?” she asked. “You’re my friend. I don’t think you’re a monster.”
“I don’t believe that,” he said. “Everyone who sees my true nature is terrified and chases me away or tries to hurt me. They assume that I want to tear them apart, when all I want is to give myself to someone. Werewolves are passionate, not murderous.”
“Trent, I really don’t think badly of you. I was scared at first because I had no idea people like you existed, but I’m not anymore. Why are you here?” Megan asked.
He let go of her hands and looked down.
“I figured that since you had already seen what I was, I should come here and see what you thought about...well, I’ve wanted you since the day we met, but I couldn’t ask you to be with me, with me being… what I am. But now…”
“You… you want me?” she asked incredulously. “Is that why you wanted me to leave earlier?”
“Of course,” he growled. “You aren’t just kind and smart; you’re incredibly beautiful as well. Your face and body drives me wild. Every night for the last two weeks I’ve been going crazy, howling at the moon every night in desperation because I knew I couldn’t have you. Earlier tonight, I was worried I might just attack you and tear your clothes off if I was around you for a minute longer.”
“That howling was you? Trent, you could have had me,” she whispered, reaching a hand out and stroking his face. “I wouldn’t have minded if you tore my clothes off.”
As her skin came into contact with hers, she felt a familiar heat creeping down her neck, and a jolt of electricity seemed to burst through her veins. He looked happy for a second, and then a dark expression crossed his face.
“No. I’m too dangerous. I’m afraid that I’d hurt you, even if you could accept what I am,” he muttered, pulling away from her hand. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come here. Please just forget this ever happened.”
He turned on his heel and marched back towards the door, and Megan called out to his retreating back.
“Wait! You can’t do this!”
He stopped and turned back to face her, waiting for her to continue.
“You can’t just come here and tell me that werewolves exist, reveal yourself as one, tell me that you want me, and then just up and leave! At least listen to what I have to say,” she said. “I don’t care what you are. I’ve wanted you just as much since I met you, but I didn’t think you were interested. Men normally just want to be friends with me.”
Trent’s eyes burned with lust as he looked at her, clearly unable to believe that what she was saying was true.
“That’s ridiculous,” he growled, stepping closer to her. “Like I said, you’re incredible. You have no idea what a body like that does to a red-blooded wolf.”
“Then be with me,” she replied breathlessly.
A heavy pine scent suddenly filled the room, and Trent’s eyes blazed brighter than ever.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his strong jawline clenching as his gaze lingered on the soft curves of her body, barely hidden by the satin nightie she had chosen to wear tonight. “You really aren’t afraid of me?”
“I’ve never been more certain of anything,” she replied, happily savoring the feeling of such a gorgeous man wanting her so badly. “I’m definitely not afraid of the big bad wolf.”
Trent growled at her stupid joke and stalked towards her, and with one quick movement, he swept her up in his arms and strode down the hallway. He already knew where her room was, and only a moment later he was throwing her down on her bed, his burning lust for her all-too apparent on his face.
Megan gasped at the sudden change in his behavior. Normally he was so kind and sweet, but right now he looked positively animalistic, like a lion that was about to devour its prey. She didn’t mind, though; in fact, his blazing eyes and clenched jaw turned her on more than ever before. A pulsing warmth coursed through her entire body, and at the same time, goose bumps prickled up all over her soft skin. It felt as if she was hot and cold at the same time, her body seemingly feverish with desire for him.
Never in her wildest dreams could she have pictured this happening. Every night for the last two weeks, she had gone to bed and touched herself, thinking only of her gorgeous neighbor, and now he was right here, wanting and needing her just as much. I guess tall, skinny actresses aren’t every gorgeous man’s ‘type’, she thought to herself with a smile.
It didn’t matter that he was a werewolf. All that mattered to her was that he was kind, considerate and a good friend to her, as well as unbelievably sexy. Mythical creature or not, he made for the perfect boyfriend.
Growling, Trent pounced on top of her, tearing at her black satin nightie until it was just a shredded mess. Yanking away the ruined fabric, he leaned down and murmured into her ear.
“Sorry. When I’m this aroused I become unnaturally strong. I’ll buy you a new one.”
“I don’t care,” she said breathlessly, her mind clouded with needful lust. “I just want you. Besides, I said I wouldn’t mind if you tore my clothes off.”
All of her previous insecurities about her voluptuous curves had vanished the second that he told her that he wanted her, and she reclined on the sheets, slightly spreading her legs and displaying her entire body to him.
Trent growled again, his eyes lingering on her now-bared skin. Running one hand over the soft curves of her belly
and hips, the other hand cupped and squeezed her full breasts, twisting and pinching her pink nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Her areolae shrank as her nipples stiffened to peaks, and Megan couldn’t help but let out another gasp as heat continued to pool between her legs.
She squirmed around and arched her back, trying to pull him closer, and she could feel a distinct wetness spreading right between her thighs. The tingling and throbbing that came with the wetness demanded some sort of release, and knowing that she needed him soon, she reached up behind his head and ran her hands through his hair, pulling his face closer to hers.
Not needing any more provocation, Trent pressed his lips to hers and immediately took firm control of her mouth, sliding his tongue between her soft parted lips and exploring her mouth hungrily. Megan closed her eyes and let him kiss her as roughly as he wanted, possessing her mouth in the same way that she knew he wanted to possess her entire body. His stubble was grazing her chin, but she didn’t care; the slight pain made her know beyond a shadow of doubt that this was really happening.
As he broke the kiss, his eyes took on an even wilder, more voracious expression, and he moved his body down the bed, propping himself up on his elbows between her thighs. Nudging them even further apart, he looked up at her, his face set in concentration.
“I need to taste you,” he growled before burying his face right between her legs.
He settled his mouth over her warm folds, trailing his tongue up and down her wet slit in long, fluid motions and murmuring softly as he did so. Megan gasped and sighed as electricity burst through her veins, and she arched her back, allowing him even more access to her nether regions. Trent murmured again from between her legs, and the vibrations from his mouth sent a wild shiver up her spine.
He began to flick his tongue up and down over the throbbing nub of her clitoris, and as Megan began to let out a series of low moans, he pressed one finger up to her warm entrance, rubbing around it in a small circle and savoring the wetness of her desire for him. Seconds later, he pressed the finger inside, and she moaned loudly as he began to probe inside her tightness, circling the finger around inside of her before curling it in a beckoning motion.
She began to feel lightheaded as he worked his magic on her, and as he slid a second finger inside her, Megan felt as if she might faint with pleasure. He continued to curl the fingers inside her, pressing against the sensitive spot on her front wall while his tongue traced tantalizing circles on her clitoris, and within moments she was gasping and sighing as she clutched the sheets on either side of her.
Waves of pleasure washed over her, flooding every part of her body with warm ecstasy as she was swept over her peak, and she cried out as Trent continued to lap at her, seemingly hungry for more of her.
“Stop! It’s too sensitive!” she said, tugging on his hair. “Come back up here.”
He raised his head from between her legs and smirked up at her.
“What do you want me to do now?” he asked, raising one eyebrow.
“You know exactly what I want,” she said, her head still spinning with pleasure.
He growled and moved back up the bed, settling his weight on her before starting to move his hips up and down, grinding against hers. Megan immediately found a rhythm with his body, moving her own hips back and forth with him until she felt as if she might go crazy.
“Please!” she begged. “I need you. Now!”
The area between her legs was nearly dripping with her arousal as she quivered in anticipation, desperate to feel her werewolf lover inside her for the first time. She could feel his hardness digging into her as he moved up and down on top of her, and she moaned in frustration and pawed at his pants.
Propping himself up on one elbow, he used the other arm to reach down and unzip his pants, and Megan murmured with satisfaction as she felt his smooth, hard cock spring free and rub up and down her wet folds. Smirking down at her again, Trent teased her, holding his cock right up against her saturated entrance and threatening to push it in, before pulling away and rubbing it over her still-throbbing clitoris, drawing small circles and driving her completely and utterly wild.
She didn’t know how much longer she could take this treatment, but she knew one thing for certain as she felt just how hard he was. He wanted to be inside her just as much as she wanted him within her, and she closed her eyes and threw her head back, allowing him to continue his sweet torture as he kissed her neck, nipping at her soft skin before sucking on her earlobes.
“I’m the one who decides when this happens,” he said softly, a devious smile creeping across his face as he pulled back and stared down at her. “Not you.”
“Trent! Please!” she begged frantically, needing to know what it was like to have him pressing inside her. Just the thought of him stretching and filling her sent violent shivers up and down her spine.
A wildfire seemed to rage through her insides as she begged him, and he growled again before biting her chest, hard. Crying out at the strange mixture of pain and pleasure, Megan wrapped her legs around his back and lifted her hips, trying to pull him into her. Trent grinned, reached down and guided his cock right up to her opening, and finally he was pushing inside her, sending another ball of warmth ricocheting through her body as she moaned with delight.
He didn’t go slowly or gently; within just a few thrusts, Trent was slamming into her hard and fast, eliciting loud cries from her as she felt him moving inside her. Every inch of him filled her with a pulsating pleasure as he moved in and out, and she stared right into his burning yellow eyes as she moaned, never wanting the pleasure to end.
She had never felt so full or so wanted by anyone, and as he moved on top of her she felt her still-sensitive clitoris being stimulated even further, sending shockwaves through her system and flooding her with yet more ecstasy.
Reaching one hand under her, Trent grabbed her ass and lifted her up slightly, allowing him to thrust even deeper inside her. Megan’s breath caught in her throat as he began to slam into her, hitting parts of her that she was barely aware of having with his thick, smooth cock, and he began to groan softly each time she swallowed him up with her tight wetness. Her head was spinning with pleasure, and she barely even noticed as he pulled out and flipped her over onto her stomach, his muscular arms easily lifting her.
Realizing that he wanted to take her from behind like a true wolf, she got up on her hands and knees and arched her back, waiting for him to get behind her and plunge back inside. Looking straight ahead, she closed her eyes and bit her lip in anticipation.
Seconds later she felt his big hands running over the smooth skin of her round ass, caressing and kneading the soft flesh as he groaned in appreciation.
“God, your body is fucking perfect,” he growled.
Megan expected him to enter her any minute, but was surprised to feel something cold and wet rubbing up and down her slit from behind. Realizing that it was his nose, she knew immediately that he was back in his wolf form, catching her feminine scent the way that male wolves did when their partners were in heat.
Without warning, he was himself again, and she gasped as he plunged back inside her, filling her tightness up again and eliciting louder and louder cries from her with each thrust as he moved in and out. Reaching around and underneath her, he grabbed her breasts and squeezed them as she began to move back and forth to meet his thrusts, and then he moved one hand down to rub between her legs.
The pressure that had been building in Megan’s core ever since her first orgasm suddenly exploded out of her, and she gasped and sighed with delight as she felt her world shatter around her, the wild waves of the orgasm sweeping her over a cliff and into a warm oblivion.
Shuddering, she collapsed face forward onto the bed, and Trent growled, grabbing onto her curvy hips and pulling her back up. He was slamming into her even harder now, and Megan felt her muscles tightening around him with each movement. He began to grunt each time he moved forward, and she looked back over her shou
lder, biting her lip as she saw the furious animal lust on his face.
Only moments later, he was overtaken by his own pleasure, and he let out a deep growl as he plunged back inside her one last time before spurting everything he had deep within her. Megan collapsed forward onto her stomach again, and then rolled over, savoring the feeling of his warm, sticky seed trickling down her thighs.
Trent propped himself up one elbow and looked down at her, his eyes still a bright, burning amber color.
“So, you’re always just the friend, huh?” he teased, giving her a wolfish grin.
“Usually,” she replied, playfully hitting him in response.
“Well, if you had already been more than a friend to someone, then I wouldn’t have been able to have you,” he growled. “There’s a silver lining to every cloud.”
