He shook his head. “Not with my venom inside of you.” he murmured as he planted a soft, sensual kiss on her shoulder.
Laura sucked in a breath that inflated her chest, lifting her breasts until they pressed against her thin, satin gown. “What should I do?” she asked.
At that, cupped her chin in his hand, gently turning her head so that she was facing him. The Michelangelo shifted so that he was sitting slightly behind her and began to massage her shoulders. He planted kisses on the back of her neck and shoulders, sending chills down her spine.
“He's going to keep biting you, just to make sure that your blood is full of venom..” he replied before pressing his lips against hers. She kissed him back, his simple touch igniting an explicable fire inside of her. She could almost feel her nipples slowly hardening as she leaned into him. He drew back, just when Laura thought she might devour him. “And you can just relax and enjoy.” he replied before thrusting his lips at hers one more time. She clutched his shoulders as his pressed his tongue into her mouth, igniting a pang of pleasure in between her legs.
He pulled back again, his perfect lips folding into a crooked smile just as he stood up on the bed, gently drawing her up onto her knees. As if compelled by some outer, divine force, Laura unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, his manhood flicking out, erect and hard. Her eyes went wide at the sheer size of it as Michelangelo unbuttoned her gown and slipped it off of her, leaving her kneeling there, naked. She took his member into her hand drawing her face towards it as Michelangelo snaked his hand around to her, penetrating her.
A low moan slipped from between Laura's lips as she dripped onto the sheets, her lips wrapping themselves around Roy's manhood. She sucked on it, filling it completely fill her mouth as Michelangelo bit her neck and shoulder, the pain igniting a pleasure in her in and of itself. As she continued to blow Roy, she could feel him biting her and sucking on her and fingering her all at once and it was almost too much for her to handle.
Roy cradled the back of her head with this hand, low moans slipping out of his lips as he drew her in and out. She clutched his legs as he drew her away from him, looking down at her. “Are you ready?” he asked.
She nodded. “Born ready.”
He nodded at Michelangelo, who moved from behind her just as Laura lowered herself down on the sheets, but Roy shook his head, point to the side of the bed. “Stand over there.” he ordered.
Laura furrowed her brow, but did what she was told. As soon as she was standing on the side of the bed, Roy took his stance behind her and penetrated her. Her eyes flashed wide as he forced himself inside her farther than any man had ever managed to go. She bit her lips, clutching the sheets as Michelangelo began to kiss her, his tongue deep inside of her mouth. She sucked on the wet muscle as Roy repeatedly thrust himself into her, the pleasure seeping all the way down her legs. She couldn't believe how good it felt. A low moan slipped out of her lips as he clutched her waist, slamming himself into her over and over again until she found herself in the throws of orgasm after orgasm.
She could feel her entire body falling into that small space where Roy met Laura. It was as if that was the only part of her that existed, but, simultaneously, it seemed to stretch the entire planet. Her muscles tensed and relaxed all at the same time as ecstatic screams pressed out of her mouth. Michelangelo continued to bite her, drawing blood wherever his teeth touched her until she felt something truly change inside of her.
Her heart began to pound, banging against her chest like a crow bar into a piece of dry wall. Her blood ran cold, the icy liquid filling her veins and seeming to ossify everything it touch. She could feel herself growing lightheaded as her mind struggled to reawaken itself. The wounds on her forehead and neck itched as they healed, her skin glistening brand new. Then, finally, just when Laura thought she might feint from pure ecstasy, a full set of fanged forged their way from her gum line.
With one final gasp, Roy ejaculated into her.
The two of them collapsed onto the bed while Michelangelo draped his robe back on. “I'll give you a moment.” he replied as he left the room.
“Man, if I thought you'd be that good...” he started.
“You would have changed me earlier?” she asked.
He just laughed at that, taking her hand in his.
“So... does this mean you won't be mysterious anymore?” she asked, resting her head on his chest.
He nodded. “No more secrets.”
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I backed myself into the corner, trying to shrink back but it was no use. The creature advanced towards me. My heart pounded in my ears. I was fucked.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
These things weren’t supposed to be real. I’d been walking home from work after closing up when I noticed the man fallowing me. At first I thought my eyes were playing tricks, but nope. The guy’s bones were shifting.
My cell phone still clutched in my fingers, but it wasn’t any use. I couldn’t bring myself to dial a number, and even if I could I’d be dead by the time they came to get me. I swallowed dryly. My free hand reached into my purse as the big dog- no wolf- approached me.
My fingers curled around the small can I kept on my keys. I’d never thought I would actually use the dog mace on a dog- no wolf- but I was glad my mother had convinced me to buy it. Mom. I felt a tear trickle down my cheek. I wasn’t going to see her again. I wasn’t going to be able to tell her I loved her, or hear her loud laugh that annoyed the hell out of me.
A dry laugh passed through my lips before I even realized it. My hand slipped from my purse. I wasn’t going to go down without a fight.
The wolf snarled, his lips rising to reveal teeth that could chew through me easily. My hand shaking as I readied myself.
He advanced towards me, the chain necklace still around his neck glinting; it had been the only thing to remain after he’d changed.
I raised the can of dog mace to his head and sprayed. Run.
The wolf let out a yelp, but it turned into a growl as I rushed past him. I felt fur touch my thigh. Oh god.
With my body in over drive I could hear his teeth snap behind me.
I managed to make my way to the end of the alley before another wolf appeared from the left.
I screamed as I stepped back, for a second forgetting the other wolf was behind me. I stumbled, my left foot stepping on my right. I fell.
Oh god. This was it.
The new wolf approached me, a snarl escaping him.
He lunged.
I screamed again, covering my face with my arm in some lame attempt to save myself. I had no more mace left. I was utterly defenceless.
It felt like forever that I held my arms over my face before I heard a wolf yelp. I forced myself to look towards the noise. The second wolf stood between me and the other.
“Quick.” Fingers curled around my wrist.
My heart jumped into my throat as I turned to see the man who had spoken to me.
He wore a leather jacket and jeans with a hat. He gave me a soft smile as he pulled me to my feet easily. I opened my mouth and tried to say something. But my voice refused to work so I just let the man pull me from the alley way and onto a main street. His arm hooked around my waist to keep me up, but I didn’t mind.
His body wasn’t warm like I would expect for a man his size, but I felt safe with him.
“Are you okay? Did he bite you?”
“I’m… I’m fine. I just… I think… I’m…” I wanted to tell him that’d
I’d seen a man turn into a wolf but I didn’t want him to think I was nuts. I wasn’t nuts, was I?
“Good.” He spoke quietly as he turned down another alley and face me. His eyes were gentle as they ran over my body. He slipped out of his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders. It felt like it hadn’t even been worn.
I pulled it close to me none the less.
“He’s dead.” Another male voice came from the other end of the alley.
Before even realizing it I’d moved behind the man who saved me. I eyed the new man coming down the alley.
“You had to kill him?”
“Well he wasn’t really fighting fair.” He was shirtless; he shrugged casually making his muscles move. My mind tried to process what was going on. “I did try not to kill him.”
I looked from this man to the one I stood behind. The shirtless man had some scrapes and a couple bite marks, as if he’d been fighting a… wolf. I gasped, raising my hands to my mouth.
I’d seen it once already tonight; it wouldn’t be crazy to say I’d seen it again.
The two men stared at me. The one who saved me raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”
“He… he’s… a…” I stammered but I couldn’t bring myself to say the word.
“Yes.”
He said it so casually.
“Are you… like his master or something?” What was the deal here?
The two men laughed. I felt my cheeks burn, as stupid as it was.
“Of course not!”
“I don’t let anyone call themselves my master, let alone a blood sucker.”
Blood sucker? I felt my heart drop into my stomach. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. My body reacted before I even realized it, trying to flee.
His fingers grabbed my wrist.
“We’re not going to hurt you.” He promised. “But I can’t let you go. Not while you’re in this state.”
“This state? What do you mean you can’t let me go? What are you going to do with me?”
“Well, first we’re going to head back to the hotel so Kyle can put some clothes on.” He eyed the shirtless man. “Then we’re going to get some food in you and some rest. I’m Dean by the way.”
His fingers loosened against my wrist but I didn’t pull away from him.
Three years later
Female. Young, vanilla, strawberry. Her scent.
I raced towards her. The familiar scent filling my nose. I tried to ignore the lust the filled me- it wasn’t right. I tried to tell myself again and again but the wolf side didn’t want to believe it. I forced myself to run faster, maybe that would take my mind off her.
Normally I could control it, but when I changed it was a different story. The wolf didn’t care about hurting Sarah or Dean. I did. I wasn’t the wolf side of me.
Focus. Keep running. That’s all I had to do.
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