Running From the Vampire Into the Arms of the Wolf:

by E A Price

  Melody felt her hackles rise. “I can answer for myself.”

  “You just said you didn’t want to dance a few minutes ago.” He spoke slowly through gritted teeth, clutching his beer bottle tightly.

  Her voice was testy. “Have you considered that maybe I just didn’t want to dance with you.”

  Hans felt his muscles ripple as his wolf howled to be released. His wolf desperately wanted to dominate this woman, and was impatient with the lack of progress the man was making. Hans held onto himself... barely.

  He snarled at her. “Sugar, I wasn’t asking you to dance, I would never ask a fucking witch to dance.”

  “Ugh, stupid dog!” Melody hissed at him.

  Acksel rolled his eyes. How many times were they going to do this?

  Hans stood up, towering over her. Melody felt a little thrill of pleasure course through her.

  He was seething, he wanted to throw her down on the ground and rip her clothes off and... His fangs and claws lengthened, eyes turning to amber. His beast roared in his head.

  “I have to go.” He muttered gruffly before practically running away.

  Melody and Acksel stared after him. She was amazed at the sudden change in atmosphere between them. One moment everything was fine, the next he could barely stand to look at her. Moody asshole.

  Not that she was much better... he really brought out the bitch in her. Plus she kind of had to admit that although exasperating she kind of liked him when he was mad. It sent tingles of excitement flowing through, settling at her womb. Dios I need help she thought glumly.

  Acksel cleared his throat. “So, dance?”

  She yawned again. “Actually I’m kind of tired, I might just head on home.”

  He looked a little disappointed but didn’t say anything. They bade each other goodnight and she left, hurrying.

  In spite of herself she was kind of aroused and was keen to get home. She flushed at the thought, glad no one knew what she was thinking, but there was a shower head with her name on it.

  *

  24th October

  In less than two weeks since the pot luck Terri the librarian, who had become a friend of Melody’s, had mated with her wolf mate Mal, become pregnant, and then been attacked by a crazed stalker. Thankfully both she and her unborn baby had been okay. It also meant that Terri had moved in with her mate and left her little cottage empty.

  When offered Melody eagerly snapped up the opportunity to rent it. The boarding house was slowly emptying anyway and she yearned for a bit of alone time. The witches were becoming a bit nosy about her past. They were asking questions she certainly didn’t want to answer.

  How could she say, I would tell you except I’m using a fake identity because I’m being hunted by a crazy vampire? Nope, not an option.

  That morning she had gotten the keys from Mal and was eager to get there and make the place her own. Thankfully Terri had wanted to rent it furnished and for a very reasonable price. Which was good because Melody had no furniture and little money.

  She was stood outside the boarding house with her bags packed waiting for Acksel to pick her up. Since she didn’t have her own car Acksel had kindly offered to drive her and her stuff over to the cottage.

  As kind as his offer was she was actually starting to get a little pissed at him. He was fifteen minutes late. She could have gotten a lift from Kayleigh, who herself was only days away from moving into her new apartment, but she had already said yes to Acksel and didn’t want to sound like she was being ungrateful.

  Finally a truck was pulling up. Although not Acksel’s truck...

  Her eyes widened in surprise as Hans lumbered out of the cab slamming the door. Wordlessly he began scooping up her belongings and throwing them in the back.

  “Hey, smiler where’s Acksel?” She couldn’t help herself sometimes.

  Hans scowled, almost a permanent expression for him when she was around. “Your boyfriend had to work so he got me to do his dirty work.”

  She put her hands on her hips and spoke to him in a matter of fact way. “First of all asshole, he’s not my boyfriend. He’s my friend. Friends do nice things for each other like help them move. I know, those must be alien concepts to you – both having friends and doing nice things, but seriously can’t you just try to fit in with the rest of humanity?”

  He watched her as he finished loading the truck, and then leaned against it folding his arms. Seeing those gorgeous tattoos flex made her sex quiver.

  He smirked at her “You’re not exactly human...”

  “More human than you pal!” She stepped toward him and jabbed a finger at his hard chest. “As I was saying, secondly, this is hardly dirty work.”

  “Really sugar? You saying you’re not a dirty girl?” His eyes shined dark amber, she could feel the heat and trembles from his body. Was he flirting with her? Was he as aroused as she was?

  She leaned in a couple of inches and lowered her voice to a husky drawl. “Oh you’ve no idea how dirty I can be.”

  Hans’ chest puffed out and his muscles tensed. He was going to kiss her. He was leaning his head down to her, it was finally happening....

  “Melody!”

  Hans snapped his head back so fast he hit the door of his truck. He rubbed his head while staring at Kayleigh sourly.

  “Sorry but you’re blocking me, I gotta get to work.” Kayleigh smiled apologetically.

  Melody blushed. “Sorry Kayleigh, we’re leaving now.”

  “Thanks guys, see you later.” Kayleigh bounced off to her car waving at them.

  Grumbling Hans got into the truck and started driving before Melody barely had a chance to buckle in. His face was set in rigid anger. Melody pursed her lips. Probably furious at himself for almost kissing a witch. Or ‘fucking witch’ as he puts it. Asshole!

  She stared out of the window for the short journey whilst he maintained a moody silence. When they arrived he wordlessly carried everything to her front door.

  “Thanks.” She said sullenly.

  He stared at her for a few moments, indecision written over his face, before sighing and saying, “yeah whatever.”

  He stomped away and drove off quickly.

  She shook her head. Nope, no way was he ruining her happiness at moving into her own place again. For the past two years she had been living with roommates, well strangers really. When your finances were so shaky there really was no other option than risking a single white female deal. Now she was keen to have a little alone time. She pushed open the door and smiled.

  Chapter Four

  28th October

  Melody whistled tunelessly. Today had been a good day. Reasonably so anyway.

  Things with Hans had been... okay. They had a few minor tiffs now and again, but nothing earth shattering. For the most part he communicated with grunts and avoided eye contact. If he couldn’t stand looking at her that was fine with her.

  She’d had a good shift. There had been a number of male customers that night who, although had been quite rowdy and made numerous suggestive comments, had tipped very generously. She knew they had been staring at her ass most of the night, but at least they hadn’t tried to grab it.

  A number of them had hit on her, very indelicately. Her favourite pick up lines had been, ‘Oh no, I'm choking! I need mouth to mouth, quick!’ Tied with, ‘Excuse me, I seem to have lost my phone number, can I please borrow yours?’

  She had laughed at them and gently rebuked them, telling them that she’d rather slather herself with honey and run through a bear sanctuary and that she wished she could go out with them but she really didn’t want to.

  It was now gone 11pm. Ilse had looked tired and so Melody had offered to do the stock take instead of her. Ilse had gladly taken her up on the offer.

  Melody hummed to herself as she disappeared into the stock room.

  Hans tracked her every movement as she went.

  Ilse looked at eldest son and sighed. “Melody is doing the stock take for me, please be nice.�
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  He grunted at her and she blew him a kiss. “See you tomorrow sweetie.”

  He locked the door behind her and flipped the sign to closed. He finished sweeping up and overturning all the chairs onto the tables.

  He found himself moving towards the stock room, he stood in the door way silently watching her. His arousal stirred as he watched her graceful slim figure moving around. He wanted to reach out and touch her. His beast panted for her.

  Melody bit her lip, jotting down how many orange sodas they had before moving on.

  “Hey, what are you doing?” Barked Hans, she jumped dropping the clipboard. He had tried to go for nonchalant but he came off like a drill sergeant.

  She turned to face him. “Dios! You scared the hell out of me! Doing a stock take, that okay with you?” She asked in irritation.

  He looked at her impatiently. He had to think of an excuse to be in there. “I need to get some salt. Move.”

  “What’s the magic word?” She asked with mock sweetness.

  He tutted and roughly pushed passed her. “Hey! Do you mind?!” She yelled. She felt her temperature begin to rise.

  His lips curled up. “Not at all sugar.”

  “Asshole...” She muttered.

  “Bitch.”

  She trembled. “Dog breath!”

  His body tensed. “Fuck you!”

  Despite her irritation she felt her sex flutter. “You wish...”

  He grabbed her arms and forcibly pushed her against the wall. His fangs dropped and he bared his teeth at her. Her scent of cherry blossoms invaded his senses. Blood quickly rushed to his groin, his cock was like steel. His wolf snarled at him, demanding that he take her, make her scream in pleasure and submit to him.

  He leaned his lips in close to her, they were but a whisper away. His voice was low and harsh. “You ought to watch your mouth witch.”

  Heat pooled between her legs. Her treacherous body rejoiced in having this hard body pressed up against hers. His enormous squashed into her stomach, making her own body quiver in anticipation.

  Her fight or flight reaction kicked in. She chose fight. “I’m not scared of you mutt!”

  He smelled her arousal, her body was warming and trembling with need. Trembling for me he thought, surprised and smug at the same time.

  “You should be.” He breathed against her lips before colliding with her mouth. His tongue forced her lips open and roughly attacked her mouth. The kiss shook her to her very core.

  Breaking apart he licked his lips in satisfaction savouring her taste. Her breaths came out in jagged pants, breasts heaving up and down. He groaned and ground his manhood against her.

  His hands skimmed down her body and began tugging at her buttons. “Fuck, I can smell your arousal, it calls to me... Do you want me? Say you want me!”

  Her heart was clamouring in her chest. “Yes, yes I want you.” She’d wanted just this for over a month. She kicked off her pumps and he pulled her jeans and panties down, carelessly discarding them.

  He grabbed her buttocks and hauled her up the wall. Her legs wrapped around his body.

  “Pants...” She reached between them and tore at the buttons wildly until finally he sprang free. She slid her hands up and down the fat shaft.

  He growled at her. “Inside... now!”

  He lifted her up as she pushed him to her entrance. She felt the tip rim her and she gasped at the jolts that even the lightest touch gave her. Suddenly he vigorously pulled her down his length. He took her to the hilt in one and she hissed at the sudden fullness. He was so big her insides throbbed at the sudden invasion.

  He paused and panted as she adjusted to his size. No, no waiting. She needed him right now, she needed the ferocious possession of this man.

  Digging her nails into his shoulders Melody rocked and rolled her hips against him, her tight entrance was practically clawing at him. She clamped her blunt teeth into his neck and bit him. Hard. He snarled and began pumping in and out of her furiously. Each thrust stabbing and delighting her in equal measure.

  Yes, this what she needed. The pain and the pleasure intermingled as one. Forcing her to enjoy life while never forgetting the darkness that lurked there.

  Flesh slapped like thunder claps. He was ruthless, slamming her into the wall, impaling her on his cock. His massive thickness rubbed over her sweet spot, chafing and stimulating it in equal measure. Her tight walls clung to him mercilessly.

  His wolf prowled in his mind urging him to take her, to come in her, to possess her. He hadn’t been inside a woman in weeks, since before he met her. He needed this release. He would pour all the pent up rage and lust he felt into this woman.

  Pounding into her, his shaft got hotter and bigger, his balls tightening painfully. He forced himself in her with such speed and power, almost uncaring if he broke her. He grunted with each thrust, his movements becoming more erratic and violent. The pressure within her soared and she broke apart as the orgasm crashed through her.

  Her channel tightened even more, almost choking him. He gritted his teeth as he rushed toward his own release, an enormous roar surged through his body. Pouring himself into her he thrust a few more times completely emptying himself inside her.

  He leaned against her body, letting the wall take most of their weight. She bent her head to one side, exposing an expanse of caramel skinned neck. His wolf yipped at the tantalising sight.

  He turned his head away is annoyance. No. He would not bite this woman. He would not mark her. She was not his. He did not want her. She was a witch.

  The last thought cleared some of the lust filled haze from his mind. Fuck, what had he just done? She was a witch. A deceitful, conniving, evil witch. He never would have done that if he had been thinking straight. The thought struck him, it was obvious. She had tricked him.

  All the desire he had felt for her, all the wet dreams he had about her, she had made that happen. She had purposefully manipulated him.

  He lowered her to the ground and hurriedly turned away. He tucked himself back into his jeans and adjusted his clothes. He watched her from the corner of his eye. What had she done to him? A spell? A potion? She bewitched him somehow, trying to force him to mate with her. God he was so on edge he could easily have bitten and bonded with her during sex. That was her plan wasn’t it? To tie him to her. There was no way in hell...

  She palmed her hands against the wall to steady herself. Her body still vibrated from the aftershocks of the orgasm and her legs did not want to co-operate with the rest of her body yet.

  It had been the most intense experience of her life. The only orgasms she had ever received were from her own ministrations and had felt somewhat hollow and dull. But being with Hans... every nerve ending came alive. Her whole body was awash with sensation. It had been incredible.

  She was unsure of what to say to him. She’d never been in this position before. All of her sexual encounters with men... well with Him... had been twisted at best. She looked at him shyly. She was shocked by the look of loathing and fury he gave her.

  All right so she hadn’t expected him to suddenly turn into Prince Charming but seriously? A wave of anger overtook her. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” She asked none too delicately.

  He clenched and unclenched his fists. “You tricked me.”

  “What?” She asked impatiently.

  His voice was hard. “You bewitched me, forced me to have sex. You were trying to trick me into bonding with you.”

  She raised her eyebrows and laughed hollowly shaking her head in disgust. She found her jeans and shoes, quickly donning them. “Fuck you. You really believe that then you’re even dumber that you look.” Without looking at him she walked out. A few minutes later he heard the back door open and shut and knew she had left for the night.

  He exhaled a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. His wolf whined at him, snapping his jaws in annoyance. Hans ignored him. Stupid wolf, he doesn’t understand.

  He noticed she hadn’t
bothered to put her panties on again. He picked them up. They were moist from desire. The smell of her juices was delicious. He twisted them between his fingers for a few moments. He groaned at himself, he was being really creepy.

  He balled them up and out them in his pocket. Perhaps he’d try to give them back to her later. Or maybe he’d just hold on to them.

  *

  Melody hugged her arms around herself. How dare he? How dare he treat her that way? Did he really think she would go to the trouble of tricking him into sleeping with her?

  She laughed out loud. Did he really think he was so irresistible that she would sink so low just for sex?

  She shifted her purse on her shoulder. Alright so she was desperately attracted to him, and she felt aroused every time she got within ten feet of him but honestly she would never trick him into anything.

  He was the one who kissed her, who thrust her up against the wall, who ripped her clothes off... Her body still trembled a little. If he hated her so much why on earth did he start kissing her? Maybe he just scented her desire and couldn’t hold himself back.

  The guy just had a bug up his butt about witches. She didn’t give damn about what his problem was but from now on he could keep his lips, and any other part of his body he wanted to touch her with, to himself. Yep, she definitely didn’t want him to touch her again.

  She hurried on. Melody’s rented house was only a twenty minute walk away. She liked that about the town, you could get just about anywhere within town by just walking.

  She sneezed. She’d laid the perfume on a bit thick this time. To mask her natural scent she always spritzed a good dose of perfume on herself whenever she was going to be out at night in the open alone. She found that had managed to confuse Him more than once. She changed perfumes on a regular basis just to be sure.

  She’d been walking for five minutes when she felt a prickling sensation on her neck. She tried to ignore it but started to speed up a little. She then heard soft footfalls. Oh Dios! Had He found her again?

  She listened hard and heard... four legs? The soft panting told her she was being followed by a wolf. Was it Hans? Did he want to apologise? Or was he just after another throw down.