Bite Me

by Lana Amore

  Bite Me

  by Lana Amore

  Copyright 2013 Lana Amore

  All Rights Reserved

  Cover Design by Lana Amore

  Smashwords Edition October 2013

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, trademarked products, events, and locations are fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual events or persons, living or dead, are entirely coincidental.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1: The Meeting

  Chapter 2: The Hideout

  It was yet another late night at work, a day of miserable frustrations with her clients only to be topped off with a coffee spill on her skirt and Mariah Wiles was exhausted. It was almost ten o’clock in the evening when she found herself staring in the bathroom mirror blowing away a stray lock of light auburn hair, no longer well-combed and professionally polished. Her meticulously applied eyeliner had smudged sometime over the past twelve hours leaving her blue eyes circled with grayish, uneven rings underneath.

  I’m certainly a sight to behold, Mariah thought wryly. Grabbing her purse, she headed out to the lobby, waving goodbye to the few stalwart co-workers left, running into Greg Harrison in front of the elevator bank.

  Greg was their premiere IT guy, smart and really cute, with shaggy brown hair, bright green eyes and a geeky smile that made Mariah warm inside every time she saw it. They’d flirted on and off since Day One, but nothing ever came of it as their schedules refused to coincide. He never could make it to the department’s end-of-month celebration parties and she was too busy the other ninety percent of the time to make room for regular dates.

  It was too bad, but Mariah supposed it was never meant to be and left it at that.

  Still, Greg showed no signs of giving up. “Hey,” he said, trying hard to look like he hadn’t been waiting by the elevators just to say goodnight to her. “You’re leaving kind of late tonight.”

  She shrugged. “I wanted to go at five but the Anderson account said otherwise. What are you still doing here?”

  He seemed a little taken aback by her question and Mariah had to hide a smile. He’d been hanging around just for her and didn’t want to admit it. “Oh, you know, um, servers and wires and stuff. By the way, do you want a walk through the parking lot to your car? It’s kinda dark and scary and I’ll be glad to head out there with you. If you want me to that is.”

  “That’s really nice of you, Greg, but I’m fine.” The elevator doors slid open and Mariah stepped inside, waving goodbye to him. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

  Greg’s face fell, showing his disappointment plainly. “Okay. See you.”

  The doors rolled shut and Mariah felt a pang of regret. But she looked a mess, not to mention was falling asleep on her aching feet, so she would have to chalk up this latest near miss to yet another sign that she and Greg were Not Meant To Be.

  Still thinking about Greg, Mariah left the building and entered the parking lot, distracted. She should have been looking around more carefully but she was tired, wanting nothing more than to get into her car and go home to crawl into bed, maybe to never come out again. She didn't see the two men approaching her until they were blocking the driver's side door.

  If she thought her day was bad before, it was about to get a whole lot worse.

  Shit, she thought, fumbling with numb fingers for her keys which had a small canister of pepper spray attached, the one her mother insisted she carry but didn’t even know how to use. Not that it mattered, Mariah never got that far as one of the goons smacked the purse out of her hand and sent it flying to the ground, its contents scattering.

  "Take it! You can have the money," she cried, backing away, pointing frantically at the purse. "Just take it and go!"

  One of the men showed her an ugly smile, a combination of yellowing and missing teeth. "We don't want your money, bitch. Come here, we want to 'talk' to you."

  Mariah knew she should have run at that moment but fear rooted her to the spot, paralysing her. She felt one of the men bump up behind her, his fingers already wandering over her breasts, pushing their way inside her blouse. She screamed before his filthy hand covered her mouth, silencing her. Struggling, she could feel herself being lifted and dragged away, toward the bushes that lined the parking lot.

  I'm going to die, she thought, panicking. They are going to rape me and kill me and ...

  That was her last thought before an unearthly howl shook the very air around them. A huge dark blur knocked one of her attackers off of her, sending him head over heels, his face scraped raw across the rocky pavement. A shrill human scream followed and Mariah found herself dropped to the hard cement as the second man let her go, obviously in shock..

  What followed was a nightmarish scene, straight out of a horror movie but without the comfort of knowing that it wasn’t really happening. Mariah watched the huge, hairy figure bend over the first attacker, its intent clear. It opened its long mouth, showing rows of knife-like fangs before snapping shut around the man's neck, filling the air with a dark spray of blood.

  Mariah stared in terror as the other man tried to run away but the wolf-like creature was already on top of him and a second later, Mariah heard a sickening crack of bone before he fell dead to the ground, his neck snapped in half.

  The monster then turned toward Mariah and she could see it clearly for the first time. Over eight feet tall, its inhuman body stood easily on two hind legs, not quite wolf but certainly not human. It overshadowed her, blocking out the dim moonlight and she could see its fur, dripping with the blood of its victims. Its canine teeth gleamed white and its long tongue slid over them, hungrily licking away the last bits of gore from its mouth. It stared back at her as she sat on the parking lot ground, frozen to the spot.

  With a roll of its powerful shoulders, the wolf raised its head to the moon above and shattered the silence with a horrific howl.

  Mariah scooted back a few inches in fear unable to get up on legs that felt like rubber bands. Inside she was screaming, run, run, run, but it was too late. She was going to die and no one would ever know how. No one would ever believe this!

  She shrieked when a powerful hirsute arm effortlessly scooped her up, hoisting her onto its shoulder and took off at furious pace. In a few loping strides, they were across the parking lot and with one leap, over the fence and running off into the woods.

  Mariah somehow found her courage then, struggling as it carried her on a breathtaking run through the woods. Branches scratched at her face and arms as the creature leapt and whirled around obstacles without effort. A full moon shone through the trees creating eerie shadows adding a sense of surrealness to their journey. The seconds passed in slow motion, turning minutes into hours and Mariah wept as the endless horror enveloped her.

  As suddenly as it started, the creature halted and the world ground to a dizzying stop. With surprising gentleness, it put Mariah down and she crumpled to the ground atop a soft pile of leaves trying to catch what was left of her breath. When she dared to look up, she could see the beast in the moonlight, staring back at her with bright, yellow eyes. She shivered and backed away but there was nowhere to go and trying to run would be pointless. She was trapped and at its mercy, there was nothing to do but wait.

  It was panting from exertion, its heavy fur glistening. It no longer seemed angry, in fact, Mariah might have been imagining things, but this terrifying monstrosity seemed to be examining her with a kind of concern. One paw graced with spiky claws reached out and tenderly brushed aside a lock of windswept hair out of her eyes.

  "Go away," she begged, praying it might be able to understand her. "Please, leave me alone. I didn't do anything. Please!"

  The monster shook its head, as if trying to clear its thoughts. Its muscles rippled and str
etched and slowly the creature began to transform into something else entirely. Mariah's mouth fell open as the form in front of her shimmered and shrunk, its fur shortening until it turned into hair, claws retreating until the paws resembled human hands. Teeth and jaws retracted, leaving in front of her a rather ordinary, if handsome human male.

  A human male she knew quite well. "Greg?" Mariah gasped as her co-worker, Greg Harrison, stood in front of her naked and smeared with blood. "Oh my god, you're ... you're ..."

  He nodded. "A werewolf. Right as always, Mariah," he replied drily.

  That was a joke between them at work, where Mariah always took pleasure in needling him about her detailed knowledge of the company's business as well as the office gossip, secret and otherwise. But this was a secret she'd never have guessed at in a thousand years. Who would have? Mariah laughed weakly, partly in hysterical relief until she remembered what had transpired in the parking lot.

  "You killed those men," she whispered, reliving the sight of rivers of frothing blood and hearing the echoes of their final, terrified screams.

  Greg shrugged coldly. "They were about to rape you. They deserved to die.” He held out a hand to her and helped her stand on trembling legs. "Come on, I have a hideout about a hundred yards from here. It's just a cabin but there's running water, a stove and few supplies. We can stay there until morning." He glanced up at the full moon and Mariah saw a full body shudder pass through his lanky frame.

  Gone was the geek from IT and in his place was a buff, naked, hot wild beast. This was an … interesting … development.

  "Are you all right?" she asked, trying not to stare too much at his slim, nude body and the huge cock that hung down between his legs. She always considered him adorable in a nerdy sort of way but never imagined he was quite this hot … and well-endowed.

  Of course that wasn't the only thing he'd been hiding.

  "Let's go," Greg said, holding tightly onto her fingers and leading her toward a house-shaped shadow in a nearby clearing. "Without the fur, it feels like winter out here."

  Mariah followed him willingly, more intrigued than afraid, her feelings an odd mix of heartfelt gratitude, curiosity and ... blazing heat. Her pussy twitched around the thong she was wearing underneath her conservative suit skirt and she blushed at how wet she was getting, staring at this man, or this creature, that had saved her.

  The cabin was exactly as Greg described it, tiny but comfortable. It had one room with a potbelly stove that also served as a fireplace and a hook-up sink in the corner. She sat gingerly on the bed while Greg started up the stove, getting a warm fire crackling there in minutes. Turning on the sink, he washed the blood off of his face and broad chest, sliding the cloth quickly over his cock, tight ass and legs while Mariah watched, her face flushing red-hot.

  "I was bit by a werewolf when I was a teenager," Greg recounted as he washed, in the weary tone of someone who had told this story more than once. "I don't know why or how, but every month it's the same -- I transform into the wolf you saw. I've learned how to control it for the most part, except ..."

  "During the full moon?" Mariah finished for him.

  "It's just harder then. And sometimes, it's not worth controlling." Greg turned around, his skin glistening clean. He sniffed the air and looked at Mariah, a slight glow gleaming in his eyes. "Everything all right? They didn't ... touch you, did they?"

  "No," Mariah whispered.

  "It's just that I smell ..." His eyes narrowed and Greg's gaze turned distinctly wolfish. "Arousal."

  "I've just never seen you like this before," Mariah said, her mouth turning dry as Greg's human features turned more lupine with every passing second at the scent of her excitement. "It's amazing. What you did back there, saving me, that was amazing too."

  "You think I'm amazing?" Greg smiled at her, his fangs starting to show again, the sight making Mariah's blood pound through her veins. "I think you should know that during the full moon, I don't have complete control over my transformation. Especially not when a female in heat is near me. If you think it's wiser that I should leave, I can spend the night in the woods instead."

  Mariah gasped at the words 'female in heat'. But that's what she was, wasn't she, already wet and sticky between her legs at the thought of being touched ... taken ... by this wolf-creature.

  "Please don't leave," she begged, licking her lips and squirming on the bed. Maybe it was something in the hormones that were crossing between them or maybe she was just horny from the rush of adrenaline from the past hour, but she wanted Greg badly, more than she ever wanted anyone before. "Please stay with me."

  Greg's lips curled above his fangs, his breath coming in short growls, his voice deepening. "I can even taste the scent of your desire, it's so strong. You dare to want me like this?" In a flash, he was straddling her on the bed, pinning her hands above her head with inhuman strength, his broad body looming over hers.

  There were still spots of blood on his cheek, the blood of the men he'd killed for her.

  Mariah tried to turn her head away but he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. Mariah gasped at his eyes that had gone from blue to bright yellow, huge irises stark black against gold. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her belly and she moaned, pleading with him wordlessly for release.

  His laughter was hollow as he slid up to kneel above her, his dripping cock waving in a tantalizing bounce against Mariah's lips. Without preamble, he shoved it into her willing mouth, the thick, long flesh stretching her jaws painfully as she clumsily tried to suck him. After a moment of this, he simply snarled and grabbed her by the hair pumping his cock into her mouth, making her gag and drool. It grew hard to breathe as he fucked her mouth mercilessly and the world started to retreat into a hazy swirl of black dots dancing before her eyes.

  Sensing that she was about to pass out, he pulled himself out. The transformation had become even more pronounced as thick hair covered his chest and arms, his fingernails lengthening into the same razor-sharp nails she'd seen in the woods. Still gasping for air, Mariah shuddered, desire rolling through her in waves while thinking about how dangerous this was, pinned beneath this powerful, unpredictable creature who could turn on her in a second, feasting on her instead of fucking her if he so desired.

  A tingle of lustful fear skittered through Mariah's body, its heat pooling in her cunt. She moaned and raised her hips to gain more contact against the bristly, yet soft, fur that was now covering most of his chest and thighs. Greg responded by tearing open her blouse and skirt with one shallow swipe of his claws. The bra and panties followed quickly and she was naked underneath his hulking frame. His face was still human but barely so with the bright yellow eyes examining his prize with cold intensity.

  He panted over her, gently scraping his paw over her breasts. One claw nicked the skin, creating a thin red line of blood. Greg stared at it, fascinated. His long wolf tongue flicked out and licked at it, sending an electric shock through Mariah's trembling body. He kept licking, full swipes over her soft breasts and aching nipples until she was a writhing, moaning mess.

  She wrapped herself around his fur-covered body, hands around his thick neck and her legs around his waist, rubbing her clit wantonly against him, the softness tickling the folds of her sopping pussy. She looked down and stared longingly at his sheathed cock and huge ball sack, her entire world reduced to this one desire, to be fucked by this magnificent predator. A murderous, powerful monster that had her in his grip to do with what he pleased -- just the notion filled her with a rush of excitement.

  She wanted this. She wanted to be his bitch in heat, nothing more.

  The wolf easily scooped her up by the waist, pressing the wet tip of his cock to her hole. She cried out as he rubbed it slowly in circles around the slick fold, showing far too much restraint. Greg was salivating, his body shaking with the effort of not transforming completely as Mariah spurred him on with the wanton circles of her pussy over his cock.

  His pre cum m
ade her even wetter, as did Greg's bites to her breast which were hard enough to bruise. The pain only added to the pleasure, creating the feeling of being devoured whole by a creature who hungered for her flesh in every way. She wanted to be consumed by him, impaled on his prick and reaching out, she stroked him urging him to enter her.

  His thick cock plunged inside without notice, knocking the wind out of her. She felt breathless and full, stretched to the limit by him. He thrust ferociously, the coarsely furred hips scraping the tender skin of her inner thighs raw. The sounds she started to make were almost as inhuman as his, her short high-pitched cries were the perfect compliment to his throaty growls.

  "You are my bitch," he panted into her ear. "My mate. Mine." His sudden howl shook the cabin. "Mine!"

  Mariah screamed, still impaled on the wolf's massive prick, pleasure rippling through her body in the most intense orgasm she'd ever felt. He kept pumping in and out of her limp body, pressing his substantial weight against her and she rode him bonelessly, moaning low in her throat as he finished -- the long furred face over her signaling that the transformation was complete.

  Two, three hot spurts inside of her and he was done. The blood still thundered in Mariah's ears, her body electric with the sheer intensity of mating with such a powerful beast-of-prey. Spent, he lay beside, panting for air as she curled up against his warm fur, feeling tiny and safe against his gigantic body. He cradled her and his eyes closed in sleep. Mariah drifted off as the muscled chest behind her rose and fell with every breath the werewolf took.

  ~*~

  Mariah woke to a long, soft tongue lapping sloppily between her legs. Her hips rose lazily to meet each swipe, then with more fervor as she became more awake. The licking was mindlessly hungry and felt delicious, nothing like the over-thought, carefully targeted swipes of previous lovers. She surrendered to the sensation, rolling her hips up to meet the questing tongue of the still-transformed Greg. His mouth worried her enthusiastically until she shuddered with an climax that lit every nerve in her body with delight.