by Jisa Dean
Whatever it is, I'm so wet and ready it doesn't take long for my legs start trembling. I concentrate my touch on the little button up front that is my go-to for orgasms. Before long I'm panting and trembling with something that is new to me and kind of scary. All at once it hits me and I throw my head back and cry out. Holy Mother of O's that was the most powerful climax I have ever had. I look at the face in the mirror and try to figure out what has gotten into me. This is really not who I am. I lower shaky legs that I apparently raised to brace on the edge of the chair when I was losing my mind.
My cheeks burn red even though nobody is here to witness the mess I've made. I literally left a wet spot on the seat. I stand on wobbly legs and go for a towel, so I can clean myself and my chair up. I'm only gone for a few minutes but when I come back the little puddle I made in the chair is gone. I can still see the spot where it was at but it's gone. Maybe I wasn't as messy as I thought I was. Maybe it was all still on me and I just thought it was everywhere. My cheeks burn again thinking about what I just did.
I throw on a spaghetti top and a pair of cotton boy shorts and flop on my bed. I open my history book and start but my mind wanders back to being watched. It first started to weird me out when I was in the bath and felt vulnerable and bared to the sensation. When I came to my room something changed somehow. It became something non-threatening, or less threatening because the edge of danger is still there slipping in and out every now and then. Was that what made touching myself so much more exciting than ever before? And why the hell would I put so many emotions with a feeling? For all I know, a neighbor cat could be stuck in the tree looking in and I'm being an idiot.
The show I'm watching on television pauses and the Emergency Broadcasting System comes blaring on. I think at first it's about the weather, maybe the storm is worse than it seems to be from this distance, so I sit up and pay better attention.
"A research facility near the following counties has reported a break-in." The counties scroll across the screen and my county is on the list of names running across the bottom. "Some animals in that facility have managed to escape. If you see any of the animals scrolling across your screen, we urge you to call your local authorities or the research facility." It gives the number for the research place in the body of the message. Along with information that a tiger, an ape, a bear, two mountain lions, and a wolf, as well as a wolf-dog hybrid, have been reported missing. A chill runs up my spine as I think about all the strange noises I've heard tonight.
I grab my phone and hop off my bed. I'm going to check the door one more time tonight before I call Keke and beg her to stay with me tomorrow night. Fuck being a big girl; it isn't all it's cracked up to be. Stupid door, if I knew for sure I locked it I wouldn't even have to go back downstairs I could just stay in my room and try to sleep through the worst part of being by myself. When I reach the bottom of the stairs what sounds kind of like a growl maybe catches my attention.
I look at the lock and a part of me sags with relief that the damn thing is locked. Still, another growl comes from the dark this time getting closer it seems but I suck at judging distance. I go to the door and look outside but the dark with the storm coming makes it so I can't see anything outside. I reach for the light switch and flick it on, causing light to flood the back yard and surrounding edge of the woods. Movement catches my eye and causes me to take a step back. It's that same rumbling growl that I've been hearing but this one ends in a snarl. From across my yard something white moves in the trees' shadows.
My heart is thumping in my chest so hard I can't hear anything else but it and the growls that are getting closer and closer. Until a huge white tiger comes lopping out of the woods and running straight at me. I 'm so stupid, I didn't bring my phone. I'm frozen in fear and panic. I couldn't move if I had to. Yes, the big cats are beautiful at the zoo but when one is free and there is nothing between you and the creature it makes it less awe-inspiring and more piss your pants.
I back up now faster and faster as the big cat comes closer with each smooth, muscled leap. I back up until I run into something solid and warm. I know what is behind me isn't any better than what is in front of me. I never thought this night would turn out to be so awful. I never thought I would be attacked in my own home. I back into the open arms of a very tall, very hard man. His scent wraps around me and clogs my senses causing my body to do crazy stupid things, like become excited when I should be running from both the man and the tiger.
The tiger runs faster, and I am sure he's going to break through the glass when he hits it. The little puny pane of glass isn't going to stop nearly eight hundred pounds of muscle and momentum. But at the last minute, the big cat feints to the right so it can stalk back around the patio floor. Its eyes are glowing eerily, not like they would in nature, but something more unnatural. The arm wrapped around me tightens and when I put my hands on it to try to push it away from me, warm fur covers the muscle.
I look down to find out what the hell is going on. Maybe the guy is in a fur coat? As stupid as that sounds I would rather it be that then where my mind is trying to go to. When I look up, the reflection of the man standing behind me appears in the glass and everything I was afraid to think comes rushing into reality. His face is changing into something not human. The nose and mouth elongate and the eyes start to glow the same eerie color as the creature outside.
I lose my hold on reality when the thing behind me growls out to the one outside, "Mine."
Oh, fuck. I think I just found some of the missing animals from that research lab but the fuckers left some very important details out of their PSA. I watch in the reflection as the man-beast thing that has me in his arms leans his half changed head down to sniff at my neck. His hand is snarled in my hair and the faint scrape of claws, as he takes more and more of it to his noise, makes me hold still. Finally, he pulls my hair to the side so he can have more of my neck. I tense up thinking he's going to sink the sharp teeth sticking out of his mouth into my neck any minute now. Instead, he licks me in one long stroke of his very inhuman tongue. From the base of my shoulders all the way up the side of my face. He doesn't stop until he reaches my hairline. Outside the white tiger starts to contort until a man is standing in front of the glass. If one of them is going to eat me I don't want to be conscious for it and so I give in to what my body has wanted to do ever since I stepped back into this stranger's arms, I faint.
Lucian
She sags in my arms as my body takes all of her weight. Not that she weighs hardly anything. I'm not sure how nature could give me a mate so...puny. But with every breath, I breathe in I know she is mine. I marked my territory well and now one of my brothers is testing that claim. It makes me mad but it also hurts me that my own brother would want something clearly meant for me.
"She belongs to me, Brother."
In seconds the white tiger on the other side of the glass changed into a naked man with light hair and bright blue eyes. Even though we can take on the skin of a man, some of our animal remains. For me, it is the green eyes and darker hair, for my brother Damien it is his blue eyes and lighter hair. We are not brothers in the traditional sense of the word but because we were made in the lab at the same time we have all called each other brother from the start. It is why we all hurt and grieved when our brother Raven was put down.
"She is not the one I want, Brother," Damien says brother like someone saying fuck off. "There is, was, another here. The scent trail is faint but I still smell her. I want her. She is mine."
I sniff the air but all I breathe in is the sweet scent of my woman. I close my eyes and try to focus in on what he is picking up on. Usually, my sense of smell is stronger than his. There, under the heady scent of my mate, is another. It lingers in the air but not everywhere and it isn't very strong.
"I think I know who your mate is, Brother. Mine was talking on the phone earlier this evening with another woman who told her she would come back over if my mate needed her too. I think it is her that you are smellin
g."
"Do you know how to bring her to me? Or where I must go to find her?"
I tell my brother to stay put and take my mate back to the bedroom she was just in. I grab her phone and pull up her call log seeing who she recently talked to. Even though we have been sequestered in a lab for the entirety of our lives that doesn't mean we don't know about technology. In fact, one of the scientists who worked with us would let us play on her phone and told us how to use certain parts of it should we ever need to. I lay my mate on her bed and type out a text message to her friend.
In trouble, can you come over quick?
I don't wait for the reply. I toss the phone in the same chair my mate used to put on a show for me just a little while ago and jog back downstairs to tell my brother to be ready when she gets here. I open the door and let him in and both of us make sure it is locked behind us. The last thing we want is for one of the lab's hunters to find us when we are at our most vulnerable.
"I will wait for my mate to come to me down here so as not to disturb you and your mate. I will make sure none of the hunters come close."
"Thank you, Brother. I hope she comes to you soon." With that, I run back up the stairs and to the waiting embrace of my mate.
When I open the door her fragrance hits me and something in me snaps. I've waited too long to take what is mine. I'm in between her legs before I can stop myself. She tempted me hard when she spread her little legs and made herself cum hard enough to leave a wet spot on her chair for me to lap up. It wasn't enough. I want more.
It surprised me that she seemed so confused by what she had done. Why would she be embarrassed by something that her mate likes to watch? Why would she think it is wrong to show me how much she wants me? She became aroused when I let my pheromones cloud the surrounding air. I wanted to see if she, being fully human, could pick up on the more animalistic parts of who I am, and she didn't disappoint me.
Seeing her face as her orgasm hit made me throw off more pheromones and cum all over the floor under her bed. Even though she tried to clean herself up afterwards I could still smell her. I could smell her when I had her in my arms for the first time. Damn that scent made my cock rock hard. And now I'm face to face with the source of the scent.
I spend a few minutes running my nose over the outside of her panties. Something as special as a mate should be savored and not rushed. The smell of her has me so hard that I'm not going to be able to last if I get her taste back on my tongue. I rise up on my knees and take my dick in my hand. It only takes one of two quick jerks before I've cum so much I've soaked her panties. I rub it in and even go so far as to take my finger and shove some of the material up inside of her so my scent will be there when I fuck her. I come closer and release again making sure the soaked clothing separating us is drenched in my seed and nestled as high inside of her as I can push it.
It's not enough, but for now it eases the sharp edge of need that rides me. Hopefully enough that I don't take her too forcefully and cause her too much pain. I peel back the edge of her underwear and see her glistening pink lips waiting for me to put my mark on them again and again. I run my nose in between her soft skin and wet inner lips hoping to get as much of her on me as I can. I want her to mark me as I plan to mark her.
Finally, I can't take anymore and allow myself to pull her puffy parts open, so I can look at how beautiful my mate is before I bury my face in her soft eager flesh. She's so tiny and so soft. Nothing was as soft as this in the lab. I have never been around such softness. I bend my head to run my tongue through her folds and take in the taste of her as it bursts on my tongue. My mate moans and tries to push her hips up, so I will go deeper, but she doesn't get to dictate our first time. I am alpha and I will take however long I want to truly enjoy my mate.
I lap at her again and this time she gives me a little whine when I hold her hips down. I throw her leg around my arm to keep her softness open for me. I tongue her until she is rocking her hips under my arm trying to get closer to the pleasure she knows I will bring her. I dip my tongue inside her sweet tight hole and allow the more animal part of it to lengthen and swell, so I can go further inside of her. Her inner muscles squeeze around my tongue and I have to hold still, so I don't take her now. I can tell she will do the same when I have my dick in her.
I lap up to the little bundle of nerves that need my attention and set out to drive my mate to orgasm before she even wakes up. When her eyes come open, and she looks down at me eating her I see fear first but it is overtaken by the lust that heats her eyes when I scrap my teeth against her clit. She drags in a breath and opens her little mouth on a silent scream when I bite down on the fleshy part of her mound; finally marking her at the same time my tongue twists around the bouncing tip of her clit. The feelings are too much for her to keep holding back, and she cums again. Releasing into my waiting mouth with a gush that I quickly drink down. I remove my teeth from her fragile skin and lap at the bite marks, so they will heal faster.
My mate is watching me out of sleepy eyes. I know the second her pleasure and satisfaction turn back into fear. I give her mound another lick, this time not meant to drive her crazy but to give her comfort. Her body shakes and trembles with aftershocks of her release. I sit back knowing we need to talk about things before I go any further with her. My mate is innocent. I can not only smell it on her but I also had my tongue pushed up to the edge of her innocence when I was fucking her with my mouth. It will not only be the first time for her but also the first time she knows about the things bred in the dark that parents have been telling her were nothing more than fairy tales all of her life.
"Please," her voice is hardly more than a whisper. I wait patiently willing to give her almost anything she asks. "Please don't eat me."
I run my tongue across my lips, that still glisten from her, "I think it is already too late for that, don't you."
Her eyes grow round and her heart starts to pound.
"What are you? What are you going to do with me?" I savor the sound of her voice, closing my eyes and getting to my knees so I can rub the head of my cock against her wet pussy. She tenses up and tries to pull her legs closed.
"Don't be shy now, mate. Just moments before you were trying to ride my face and give me so much of you I will never thirst again." She gasps and goes still like prey right before the stalker jumps out on them. "I am a part of an ancient breed. We've been here on Earth for many, many long years. I believe your kind call me a Metamorph. I am Vrkah." At her confused looked I translate for her, "Wolf."
I sense the moment she is going to try to run from me. "Don't." Her eyes fly to mine. "The animal in me will see you running as you wanting to be chased. I won't be able to stop the change and you will have to take the animal instead of this form. So don't think about running unless you want a huge black wolf over you as I drive into your pretty cunt."
I sniff the air, she just got wetter. The idea of being chased down appeals to her. "You like the idea of having me deep inside of you filling you full of my seed, breeding you with my young."
"Oh my God. What's wrong with me?" I look as more of her rich cream runs down her slightly parted folds.
"Nothing is wrong with you, Mate. Your body is getting ready to take mine. You're ripe for me, ovulating so that your body can hold our child inside of you." I rise up, so she can see how hard she's made me. My cock also retains aspects of the animal even when I am in this form and I know when I slid in her it will help take some of the sting away from her first mounting.
My eyes flash with the animal inside. It wants me to stop talking and take what is mine. I grab her ankle and raise it to my shoulder so that she is spread wide for me.
"Enough talk. I need to be inside of you now."
"You can't. I'm...I've never..."
"I know." It comes out as more of a growl than actual words. I position my thick bulbous head at the beginning of her entrance and turn my head to lick up her leg and across her tiny ankle. I want to mark her again, my teeth e
longating, so I can sink them in her supple flesh wherever I chose.
"Oh, please." She moves her hands down in between her legs to try to push at my lower abs, so she can stop the inevitable.
"'Oh please' what? What is it you want, mate?"
"Don't hurt me."
I take in the scents she is throwing off and even her fear is sweet and delicious. I push the tip of my cock into her tight little body as I watch her eyes glaze over with desire. "Never. I will never harm you, love."
II
Inside the Frame
Keira
I am seriously freaking out. I think I must have broken every traffic law known to man trying to get over here. When I pull in, everything about the house is dark. I try to suck it up and be brave for Misty. She wouldn't have texted me if something awful wasn't happening. I talk to myself on repeat that this has nothing to do with the escaped animals at that lab down the road from Misty's house. Misty is not inside the house being eaten by one of those animals right now. Nothing is wrong and she just got spooked.
Damn it, self-talk isn't working right now. I step out of the car and take off for the porch. I don't want to be eaten by one of those creatures on my way to the door. As soon as my foot touches the wood of her porch I am yelling for her to open the door for me. I bang on it hoping that she comes to answer, but she doesn't. Instead, the door slowly creaks open giving me a better view of the dark inside of the house. Misty always leaves lights on, something tiny like nightlights along a hallway but now nothing is lit up.
If I go inside, something awful is going to happen to me. I'm not stupid I've seen those movies where the idiot girl goes rushing into the dark house to wind up the next victim of the killer. Something shifts or moves upstairs and I realize I'm going to have to go in if I want to find out what Misty needs. I take small steps that lead me through the hall to the foot of the stairs. My foot is on the first step when the sound of glass breaking in the kitchen stops me.
