A Werewolf's Saga Books 1, 2, & 3 (A Werewolf's Saga Boxed Sets)

by Michael Lampman

  Jimmy nodded. He had no answer to anything that he heard, so he decided not to try to explain anything. Besides, he didn’t know any of the reasons for it anyway, so why bother with it. Who would even care? “You’re not driving home.” He watched Brandon take out his keys and hold them out in front of him. He looked like he was trying to find the right one to use to get into his car, and seeing it, made him feel worried. He didn’t intend to let him drive home as he was. Besides, it was a good way to change the subject as well, so he went with it.

  “I’m fine.” Brandon looked up from his keys and stared at his friend. He felt much better, but still had trouble in seeing him clearly. Hearing him, and seeing him flutter around inside his head, he had no argument with what he just heard. He didn’t even try to fight it. “You’re right. I’d probably kill people if I drove myself.” He laughed again. All their talking suddenly brought his stomach to turn again. He gagged some, and held his breath. It helped, the gagging stopped, and his stomach went back to normal.

  Jimmy laughed and held his right arm out, motioning towards his car.

  Together, they both went to each side of the car, Jimmy to the driver’s side and Brandon to the passenger, and they both opened their doors and sat inside. Together, they left the lot, and Jimmy took Brandon home.

  18

  The breeze felt wonderful as he ran through the trees following the scent. Which felt better, he couldn’t tell? They were both so wonderful to the senses. They were both so complete. One was cool to the flesh while the other one was so sweet to the nose.

  Following the sweetness, he ran harder, picking up his stride and made his way into the deepness of the trees. He could tell that he was almost there. It now seemed like it was just the matter of time before he reached them.

  He stopped at a large tree, came behind it, and crouched down along its side. The nighttime air looked so bright with the moon shining brightly overhead.

  He looked around the tree and could see a winding road coming from the right. He stayed there and took a deep breath, taking it all in.

  Behind the road, the buildings glistened on the other side of the park. They all looked so tall. They all looked so bright. The lights in all of their windows twinkled like stars.

  The scent came towards him from the right and it only added to his hunger.

  This looked like the perfect place to wait for them to come to him. And wait, he would do. He had the time. He didn’t need to rush.

  Up ahead, the scent increased as it came by the winds. It grew stronger. They were almost there.

  Sure enough, on the right, the scent became two people coming up along the road. They came around the bend and were almost there.

  Their scent almost called to him.

  They walked together as they moved, holding hands and talking to each other. He could hear them laughing. The man kissed the woman on the cheek, wrapped his right arm around her shoulders, and held her briefly.

  Seeing them, and now feeling them, he bent down at the knees, brought his legs up, and readied for the strike. He pushed himself further back into the deepness of the shadows.

  The smell continued. Their laughing came stronger.

  The sweetness was almost there. The scent moved, carrying to him with a subtle strength that felt hard to comprehend all at once.

  He knew that he needed to take the man first. He looked larger. He had to be stronger. He would put up a fight.

  The air cracked.

  He pulled back.

  They were almost there. It was now, or never.

  He pounced with strength and flew from the trees. He sprang to them so fast that he crossed the few feet between them within only a brief second.

  He jumped the man first, grabbed his shoulders, and tackled him to the ground.

  The swiftness of the action tumbled the woman with them, and she fell to her face.

  The man struggled, but he had him well. He couldn’t move.

  It all seemed too quick. It all felt too brutal. Neither of them had the chance to react.

  He brought his mouth down to the back of the man’s neck and with all of his taste; he bit down strongly onto his throat.

  The taste of blood overpowered his tongue. It flowed. It oozed. It went between his teeth, and tasted so warm. The warmth of his flesh bounced around his gums, his tongue, and his mind. It tasted so strong, feeling it. It felt so wonderful tasting him.

  The man stopped moving quickly. It ended just as fast.

  The woman screamed a loud shrill shriek through the nighttime breeze. The sound startled him some. It burned his ears. She hurt his mind. He had to stop the screams. He had to silence the pain.

  He picked himself off the man, and jumped her fast.

  She didn’t have a chance.

  He brought his mouth down over her throat and squeezed.

  The feeling of his teeth pierced her tender flesh. She died so quickly. Her screams stopped so fast.

  He released her and looked around them, seeing if anyone had seen the attack.

  No one else was there. No one had seen him. He had made the kill with ease.

  He turned back to the woman, came over her, and went to her breasts first. He sunk in his teeth, and tore at her blouse, tasting her flesh, and swallowing it down. He kept gorging until he reached her belly, and that’s when he heard it.

  The beating heart came softly.

  The smell of the child came strongly.

  Smelling it, and listening to the heart stop, he took a deep breath.

  Its life faded.

  It died just as fast as its mother had.

  What did you do?

  He pulled himself off her, and lifted his head towards the sky.

  He screamed off into the night.

  He screamed for the pain. He screamed for the agony for what he caused.

  He howled letting his feelings fly.

  Jimmy opened his eyes and sat up in bed. His mind raced as his entire body shook beneath the sheets. Both caused him to rush both hands to his face. He placed his head into his palms and took a deep cherished breath. What the fuck was that?

  He pulled his feet to the floor. He pulled himself over to the side of the bed and dropped his arms. God, that poor woman. She was pregnant. I killed her child. He shivered with the thought as tears formed in his eyes. He looked up and saw his bedroom door. He then looked to his right and found the mirror, and that made him look back to the bed. Seeing everything, he sighed. It was then that he realized that he was still in bed. It was a dream. It was just a Goddamn dream. He took a deep and relieving breath. It took another few moments to wash the thoughts out of his mind.

  He stood up, and shook his head. What in the hell am I doing? He didn’t know, but he did feel something. He felt odd. He felt cool. He felt unfeeling, almost unhinged. Again, he just shook his head. It was just a freaking dream dude. That’s all it was, just a nightmare. Get with it. He was right. It made sense, so he again, shook it all off.

  He left the bedroom and walked out into the living room, walked to the sofa and grabbed the remote. He stared down at it and then to the television under the bay window to his right. Seeing them, together, they made him feel numb. He felt almost lost. He didn’t need them, so he dropped the remote back to the table, turned, and headed to the kitchen instead.

  He walked to the counter, made a pot of coffee, and there, he turned back.

  He took another deep breath.

  He could smell something that tasted like sweetness on the air. It came strong. It grew with strength.

  Instantly, his stomach began to growl a low ebbing rumble that even surprised him. He felt hungry all right. He was actually starving.

  He turned right to the refrigerator, and opened the door. He had no idea what he was looking for, but went directly for the meat drawer and pulled it open without hesitation. He removed a packet of sandwich meat, and closed the door. He ate every piece of meat that was there. He barely gave himself the chance to chew it. He just s
wallowed it down until the meat was gone. It tasted so good. It tasted so wonderful, that so much so; he wanted more, so he turned back to the refrigerator and opened the door. He stood there looking, but found nothing. Everything seemed gone. A knock, coming from behind him, snapped his mind back to where he was.

  He turned and looked to the front door, and took a deep breath. Perfume? A woman? He could almost hear her breathing. He could almost hear her heart beating. He knew who it was. What the fuck does she want?

  He left the kitchen, and made his way to the front door. He opened it just as fast. “What do you want?”

  “Hi.” Sally smiled as her face blushed over, going bashful all too fast. She wasn’t expecting him to answer the door in only his white underwear, but that wasn’t everything. Seeing him in his full glory made him look almost fantastic. His stomach looked so smooth and his body looked beyond firm. Hell, he looked more than just fantastic; he looked downright Godly. Whatever he did to perfect himself, she didn’t know, but at that moment, she didn’t care. “Wow!” She couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe him. She had to fight to get her mind back to where she was, but lost the fight. “You look great!”

  “What are you doing here, Sally?” He didn’t smile. In fact, he felt perturbed. She interrupted his feeding. He wasn’t expecting her there, and as far as he was concerned about it, she picked the worst time to come and pay him a visit.

  She smiled, fully and purely. “I told you last night that I was going to come over.” She sounded rather confused. “I thought you wanted me to come and get the rest of my stuff?”

  “Now?” He bowed his head some, and leaned against the side of the door.

  “Is it a bad time? Did I wake you?” She grew even more bashful. She just couldn’t get her thoughts off him. Why didn’t he do this when I was with him? I might have stayed.

  He took a deep breath. Why the fuck not? He moved from the front door and headed to the center of the living room. He remembered what he told her, but he still didn’t care either way. “Okay, whatever.” He stopped by the front of the sofa and turned around. “You never listened to me before. Why now?” He winced. He couldn’t think of anything but food. He still felt hungry. He needed to eat, but standing there, turning to her, a new scent came to him almost all at once, and it smelled so sweet. It smelled rather ferocious in its intensity. Smelling it and having it overcome him; he lost all of his thoughts of food, and a new hunger replaced it. Instead of his stomach growling, the new hunger grew in his loins. He started to get excited, and started to get—well for the lack of a better thought—horny. Instantly an erection grew inside his shorts. Instantly his mind turned sexual just as quickly.

  “I always listened to you Jimmy,” she began, but noticed the erection growing in his tightie-whities instantly. Quickly, her mind faded from what she tried to say and went lost to nothing at all.

  He never flinched when he crossed the floor between them with just one-step. “You smell wonderful.” The bulge grew larger now that he stood directly in front of her. Her smell grew as well with it. The feeling of wanting her grew stronger yet. “You smell so fantastic.” He took her shoulders with both hands, and held her firmly. He took a deep breath, and brought in her fantastic scent deep into his pallet. His erection grew stronger, and his heart raced faster. However, his mind never felt clearer than it did right then.

  Sally had no idea what to think. “Jimmy?” She swallowed, still trying to gather her thoughts. She felt lost. She wasn’t thinking straight. “Jimmy, please?” She felt his strength emanate through her shoulders as she heard his voice grow deeper, almost powerful within it. With both, her want for him grew in leaps and bounds and overcame her just as fast. Why he never became forceful with her before, raced through her like a thunderclap. Why he never took her like this, back then, when they were together, made her shudder. Instantly, her breathing picked up its intensity, and her heart began to pound inside her chest. Her eyes also began to water. Why was he doing this now? Why did he have to find himself now, after she had left him for another?

  “What’s the matter?” He almost purred as he brought himself closer, and now, he almost seemed to get lost within her smell. He felt almost lost within her sweet, sweet scent. He could hear her heart so clearly that he could have tapped out the sound. He could smell her beginning to sweat. He could almost breathe her breaths into his. It became overpowering to him, now, wanting her, that he couldn’t resist it. “I thought this is what you always wanted.” He pushed his face right up to hers, and slowly, he brought his mouth over her lips. “I thought you wanted a man.” He kissed her, pressing his lips to hers with such strength that they almost blended. His tongue slid between her lips and parted them, heading into her mouth, reaching for her throat.

  They kept like that for nearly a full five minutes, tasting each other with such power, that she almost melted from the heat. Slowly, she tried to pull them apart, but she seemed to lose the fight to want him to stop. He tasted so good. He felt so good in front of her with his body pressed against her breasts. His arms went around her back and down her back to her waist like fire.

  He squeezed her to him. He held her so closely and so strongly that he could almost feel her ribs bending into his. Without effort, his hands went to her blouse, and unbuttoned it and pulled it off to the floor with one swift motion. His hands slid down to her jeans and just as smoothly, he unbuttoned her pants. With one swift motion, he slid both her jeans and panties off her hips. They slid to her knees and to her ankles and only stopped at the floor.

  She now stood there completely naked below her bra. She didn’t fight him. She couldn’t stop him. She couldn’t bring herself to say anything. With one strong lift, he took her under her legs and carried her through the living room, to the back hallway, and into the bedroom without so much as a struggle. The kiss never let up the entire time they moved.

  In the bedroom, he didn’t hesitate as he carried her to the bed. He kissed her mouth as he unclipped her bra with almost no effort. He pushed her to her back, and without using his hands slid his briefs off quickly. He moved so smoothly. He moved so strongly. He did everything without having to think. He did everything without having to try. He released his kiss, and moved his lips down her chest, licking and kissing every part of her skin, passing from one erect nipple to the other. God, she tastes so sweet. God, she smells so strong. He moved down from her nipples, and using his tongue, coursed down the center of her breasts to her navel. He circled it several times before heading down between her legs. It was there that the sweetness of her smell grew stronger and more pronounced, and God what a smell it was. She tasted like candy. She tasted like heaven. Everything seemed to be all rolled up into one beautiful scent. He breathed her in. He took the smell and coursed it through his blood. He felt it. He absorbed it. He consumed her. It felt like such a great smell; she made him feel like she was heaven on earth.

  He began to devour her womanhood, like someone who seemed possessed. She could feel him curl around her, whipping his tongue into her, threw her, and wrapping around her. She could feel the intensity of each caress, and he brought her closer and closer to the point of no return. Her excitement grew with each tongue lash. She felt his power. She felt the strength of it all. Where was this before? Why had he never done this before? Strongly, her body began to shiver. Strongly, she approached the brink.

  He could feel her body tremble and could smell her moisten with each flip of his tongue. The sweet creamy taste, that was something that he had never tasted before, caressed over his mind. So much so, he needed to penetrate her. He needed to feel the warmth of her body. He wanted it, and could no longer resist the power of her taste.

  With a powerful, graceful motion, he climbed on top of her, pulling her legs up with his arms, and with one solid push, he was in her.

  God the warmth felt like magic. Lord did she grip him with strength. He paused slightly at first, taking in the feeling as he pushed himself deeper into her, but then
the sensation paused. He took a deep breath, and then began.

  He moved slowly at first, but built up his strength with each thrust he made. The feeling seemed like power itself, surrounding, overcoming his mind totally without effort.

  When he began moving, she began to moan. She did it softly at first, but when his thrusts became stronger, so did her moaning. She picked up pace with his pounding her, until she wasn’t just moaning, but she was all out screaming with pleasure.

  His force picked up speed as the sensation grew with each thrust he made. However, the feeling started to fade quickly. He needed to go faster to keep up with the fading of the feeling. Therefore, he went faster and faster, and thrust stronger and stronger. The pleasure still faded, making him grow angry. He grew unsatisfied. He felt unfulfilled by the position they were in. He needed to go deeper. He needed more strength. He needed to be able to move with speed and force. Quickly, he decided to change it, so he moved without thought, and moved on pure instinct alone.

  He pulled her legs down to her side and without pausing, grabbed her hips and forced her over to her belly. With her backside now up to him, he found her womanhood and rammed himself inside. Now, he could move fast and hard with each thrust that he made. Now, he could feel the pleasure build up again with strength. The pleasure grew. It came closer, and so was he.

  She went over without a fight, but when his trusting picked up to an almost sledgehammer pace, the pleasure she felt became an all-out pain. Rawness came quickly, and her pleasure disappeared just as fast. “Jimmy?” She now no longer moaned as her voice rose, and she tried to bite her lip. The rawness burned. The pain built with each of his thrusts. “Jimmy?” she said again, louder than the first time.

  He didn’t hear her. If he had, he wouldn’t have cared. He was almost to the breaking point. He couldn’t stop it from coming. He needed it harder. He wanted it to come. He pumped harder and harder, and didn’t let up.

  “Jimmy? You’re hurting me.” The feeling grew with intensity and became more and more painful with every thrust he made. “Jimmy!” she screamed as she tried to force herself up and him off her. “Jimmy God-damn it!”