In the Shadow of the Wolf

by In The Shadow of the Wolf (lit)

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  Sayuri finally got back to her cabin. The exhaustion from skiing and nearly killing herself, desperately flirting up a storm with a handsome stranger, and then trudging uphill back to her cabin in the snow was really setting in. She was glad she had decided to go to the main part of the hotel and get dinner to go, she didn't think she would be able to sit and look like a decent human being while eating in the dining room with all of the other hotel guests, not to mention the fact that she would have to eat alone while she watched everyone else eating and carrying on with someone. That would've be a hard pill to swallow at the moment.

  She knocked the snow off of her boots before she made her way into her cabin. Once inside, she kicked her boots off at the door and took her clothes off with her free hand that wasn't holding her supper in a box while she walked, letting the clothes fall where they may on her way to her bedroom. This being impulsive and spontaneous was really setting in. She was normally so neat and organized, making sure to put everything in its place. It felt great to make a mess and not clean it up immediately.

  Pulling out a small moving dinner tray that she found located next to her bed, she set down her boxed supper and made her way to the bathroom for a shower. She didn't care if her supper was stone cold when she got out, what she really wanted was a shower, hot water washing away all of her troubles, all of her indecent thoughts about Faolan, the darkly handsome man who'd rescued her.

  By the time she was done with her shower, the bathroom was so full of steam she could hardly see to get out, but she felt much better, warm through and through, all of her muscles deeply relaxed.

  Toweling off, she sifted through her open suitcase and found a night gown, putting it on before flopping into her oversized bed.

  She lay back, enjoying the plush pillows and comforter beneath her. Looking around, she found a remote on her bedside table. She picked it up and turned on the t.v., flicking through channels before deciding to rent a movie. There wasn't much to choose from, but she found a werewolf movie that she hadn't seen before that showed some promise, so she selected it.

  She eyed her boxed food on the adjustable dinner tray by the bed but decided she was entirely too comfortable and too lazy to move the few inches necessary to get her food, let alone eat, so she just relaxed and settled more deeply into her covers and let her cares unwind as she soaked in the thriller.

  In all his years, Faolan had never lost control, but this woman was new to him.

  She brought out something dangerous in him, and it took every ounce of strength he possessed to reign himself in. He kept telling himself that he couldn't afford to be out of control, not now with the mating season so close. It could put his chances of landing a mate for him and his pack in jeopardy.

  He became deathly still, only his gaze moving cautiously, an ominous predator analyzing the currents in the air for recognition.

  There was no doubt in his mind it was the woman from the slopes, Sayuri. Her scent was unmistakable, undeniably feminine, alluring. It intoxicated his senses and compelled him to go forward into the night, to find her, to quiet his beast by sating his lust.

  The cabin was dark except for the bedroom, illuminated only by the television. As he drew closer to the window and was able to see inside, he became still again, seamlessly blending in with the darkness of night around him. Through the window, his burning gaze found her and claimed her.

  When they had been together on the slopes, her snow suit had hidden all physical evidence of her femininity, but now, as she lay on her bed, in nothing but a silken night gown, her figure lay exposed to his hungry stare. He could do nothing but envy the silk as it clung to her skin like a lover, hugging her thighs, caressing her breasts, laying bare the line of her throat, the creamy skin of her neck and shoulders.

  For many long minutes, he fought to breathe. She was exquisite, beautiful, her sweet brown eyes fringed with thick, long black lashes, her sumptuousness called to him. Her movements, as she lay watching the television, drifting to sleep, were innocent, yet somehow erotic.

  His beast stirred. His.

  He shook his head. The thought shocked him. Where had that come from?

  But, he realized, he had denied his primal urges for far too long, this time the beast would not be beat back, this time his beast would slowly devour the man until there was nothing left.

  Sometime during his internal struggling while he stood in the snow, Sayuri had fallen asleep.

  He continued to watch her through the window and admired her pale skin, imagining how soft it would feel beneath his touch, how it would taste, how it would feel pressed hard against his body. His body tightened unexpectedly until there was a savage, burgeoning, relentless ache, a need demanding release.

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  Sayuri roused slightly at a thump. Looking around blearily, she saw two glowing eyes set in the shadow of a wolf and the full moon shining through the bedroom window. She had left the curtains open so that she could see the view and had fallen asleep without closing them. She felt her heart jerk with fright, but when she looked again, there was a man, not a wolf. She decided she must be dreaming because of the movie and suddenly felt drugged. The next thing she knew, there was a man over her.

  Faolan knew the exact moment when Sayuri had awakened.

  His hands moved over her. His strong fingers encircled one of her ankles, experienced the texture of her skin. His breath became lodged in his throat as anticipation tightened every muscle in his body. He ran his hands slowly up her lower leg, massaging, teasing, moved higher up her body to her knee, her well-sculpted thigh. His palms discovered the inside of her thighs, petted, caressed.

  He could tell by the frantic pounding of her heart that her body ached for his touch, for his possession.

  With a will all their own, his hands moved further up her body, found heat and silk, found the apex of her thighs. He covered the juncture with a palm possessively, held tight against the moist heat he found there. His deft fingers moved, explored, and discovered her most sensitive spot.

  Closing his eyes, he was able to temporarily subdue the raging beast coursing through his body. For a moment, he broke contact and realized that his body was bathed in perspiration and his cock was hard and pulsating.

  With resignation, he realized he had come too far, he had known he had trespassed into unsafe territory, but he had not known the desire that the woman would instill in him and now it was too late, he did not have the strength to stop his inner beast from breaking free. He was on fire with the hunger she had created, consumed with it, delicious flames licking along his skin and nerve endings. The beast was unleashed.

  The war within him to deny the other half of his true self had raged for what had seemed like an eternity. This time, he didn't want to fight it. What he felt was not just a strong sexual attraction, it was much more than that. There was something primal calling from deep within him to something deep within her.

  Sayuri licked her lips. It wasn't something that would normally require much effort, but at the moment it seemed very hard because a strange lassitude had descended upon her. The muscles of her body were heavy and limp. She found she was having difficulty concentrating on anything other than arousal, which appeared to be building, gathering strength, until pleasure seemed to dominate her mind.

  Her skin prickled with chill, and she realized she was naked. She didn't remember taking off her nightgown. Her skin tingled as though she was electrically charged, fine hairs standing on end all along her body. Warm hands slid over her skin, caressing the curves of her body, stroking her nipples until they hardened into taut peaks of pain and pleasure.

  She arched her back, pushing toward him, needing to feel more, lingering on the edge of consciousness, in a drowsy state of arousal. She wanted to open her eyes, to know if it was all an illusion. But a longing enveloped her, spread through her, making her afraid to open her eyes, scared that illumination might chase it away if it was indeed just a dream.

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sp; Her pussy contracted with throbbing need, becoming wet with desire. She gripped the bed sheets, her knuckles white from the tension, needing something to hold on to, wanting desperately to touch him, but afraid.

  Hardened palms skimmed down across her stomach, down further, on her hips. She gasped in surprise and shuddered as his fingers slid along her naked pussy and moved lower to spread her thighs apart with ease.

  Nimble fingers spread her pussy lips apart, rubbing the juices of her arousal around her clit. She moaned deep in her throat and writhed on the bed beneath his masterful hands.

  Muscular thighs rubbed against her own, rough against the soft flesh of her inner thighs. She felt his hot cock against her thigh, felt his nimble fingers stroke her clit and then caress circles around the nub with deliberate precision. An unfamiliar hardness suddenly pressed against the lips of her pussy, demanding entry, burning like fire, searing her nerves.

  He bit gently at the sensitive skin along her jaw, along her throat, moving down her body until she felt his heated breath caressing the tops of her breasts. Her nipples puckered, stood erect. A moan of encouragement escaped her lips as his mouth covered one pouting peak. He lathed one sensitive tip with his tongue, flicked it back and forth, suckled it.

  She gasped as heat and moisture flooded her pussy.

  It occurred to Sayuri fleetingly that the strange feeling that had come over her was much like the euphoria drugs generated. She felt dizzy, disorientated and yet she found it virtually impossible to center her mind anywhere else and ignore it.

  His hot mouth came down on hers.

  Sayuri gasped in surprise, unwittingly allowing him entrance. She whimpered as he savagely plundered her mouth possessively, sweeping aside her feeble attempts at protest, and cupped a breast, pinching her nipple as his tongue tangled with her own.

  She felt shaky and lightheaded, completely assaulted by swift, searing desire. He was wild and dangerous. He was intoxicatingly exciting. When he moaned with pleasure into her mouth, she inhaled his breath, his essence. Her senses became heightened until they were raging out of control. Her blood boiled as though she was on fire, burning her deep down to her core.

  She couldn't think clearly. All she knew was that her pussy begged for satiation, that she needed him deep inside her, thrusting into her. Her sex was soaked now, dampening her thighs, the molten moisture increasing the burning need driving her.

  He broke away from her mouth suddenly, and she groaned at the loss of him, at the loss of contact, moaning as he blazed a trail of kisses along her jaw to her ear. He nipped at the sensitive shell, lathing it with his tongue, his hot breathe in her ear eliciting goosebumps all along her body, making her shudder beneath him.

  Her thighs parted on their own accord, instinctively allowing him nearer, nudging him closer as he moved between her splayed thighs. She squirmed, unable to lie still another moment, needing something … something she couldn't name.

  He suckled her neck, hard, kneeling between her legs, moving forward until the massive length of his cock nudged her bare cleft, parting the swollen folds of her pussy. And then she felt his hot, hard invasion.

  He bent and kissed her lightly, nipping her lips in a teasing nibble that stoked the flames of need high in her belly. Her sex felt drenched with it, and she couldn't imagine waiting any longer. She clutched his shoulders, eager for him to proceed, but he pulled back, moving down her body, denying her.

  He slid his tongue down her throat, down the valley of her breasts, nipping her breasts with lips and teeth. She reached for him to beg him to stop, to not torture her, but he grasped her wrists and pinned them to her sides as he closed his mouth around one taut peak.

  Wet heat latched onto her nipple, sucking hard, burning and aching and bliss in one potent combination. It lanced through her breast, deep in her belly, pulsing between her legs. Ecstasy nudged her, teasing the edges of her mind. She gasped as pure pleasure arced through her body. Her insides coiled around it.

  He raked his teeth over her distended flesh, freeing one wrist as he thrust one hand down to cup her sex roughly, plunging into her cleft to find that swollen, achy bud. She groaned as he stroked her, suckled her. Her nails dug into the bed trying to hold on as white hot electricity coursed through her veins and scorched every thread of sanity.

  He tore his mouth from her breast, freeing her other wrist to cup her buttocks, raising her hips from the bed.

  She wrapped her legs around his hips, jerking toward him as he propped on his arms, looking down at her with smoky, passion filled eyes. The head of his cock nudged the opening of her womanhood, stretching the edges. He closed his eyes, his brow furrowed with pain, damp with perspiration. He pushed forward and the dull ache became pain, burning, damning pain.

  He was huge, too large to fit.

  She panted with exertion, trying to hold back her gasp of agony, trying to hold on to consciousness.

  The pain eased, became no more. Only pleasure hovered now … and the vast emptiness of her soul. The slickness of her cleft eased his passage, and he edged inside her, moving in small degrees.

  His arms shook as he held himself above her, sliding inside her, so slowly she thought she would die before he was fully inside.

  But he couldn't hold back anymore. The beast would not be held at bay. A strangled groan tore from his throat as he plunged deep inside her.

  She arched her back, screaming with the ecstasy, the stretching fullness.

  He nibbled her hungrily, rotating his hips.

  She whimpered, her muscles spasming, clenching tightly around his cock. He withdrew, sliding out and then in with long, torturous strokes, grinding against her swollen clit, making her jerk with the pleasurable sensation.

  He set a rhythm, short and fast, each stroke causing her to arch and quiver with sensation. Her muscles twitched as he withdrew, gushed with wet arousal, and welcomed him inside her core with pulling, sucking muscles that clenched hard around his engorged cock. She could feel the taut muscles of his thighs and hips, the hardness of his ass against her crossed legs.

  He moved faster and faster until her heart galloped and her lungs froze. Sudden, soul shattering bliss stole through them like a bolt of lightning, surrounding them as the waves of orgasm crashed and engulfed them in searing, painful pleasure.

  She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight as he plunged into her and spewed his hot seed deep in her belly.

  She breathed weakly against his temple, dropping her arms and legs from his body as she collapsed feebly back against the bed, almost instantaneously asleep.

  Faolan raised a hand and stroked her cheek lightly. His brow furrowed and his eyes grew dark. "I will never let you go."

  Chapter Three

  Sayuri woke up decidedly uncomfortable. It was hard to believe how cold she was. But, much more than that, she was completely shocked and surprised to find that she was downright naked. She had never slept naked before. Although her brain was still a little foggy from sleep, she did remember that she had put on her silk nightgown the night before just after she'd taken a shower, right before settling down to watch some t.v.. She looked around but the nightgown was nowhere in sight. How in the world had she disrobed herself in her sleep? And where was the nightgown?

  Shivering as goose bumps coursed all over her skin, she moved to cover herself with some of the comforter that was now lying at the foot of the bed. As she moved, though, she gasped in surprise. The movement had brought to her attention an intense ache in the muscles in her arms, neck, and lower body. She lay back against her plush pillows and tried to massage the cramped muscles around her neck and shoulders for a minute to assuage the soreness.

  After a few minutes, though, feeling no better than before, she gave up, figuring that she would just have to go about her day and ignore the discomfort. It was probably the strange bed she was sleeping in that had gotten her neck muscles in such a knot. Or, she thought after a moment, it just might have been all that reckless skiing the day be
fore. It must have really given her an intense workout. She had been so distracted by her near death experience, first in her car on that insane mountain pass that the locals tried to carry off as a road and then on the slopes by her inept skiing and her brooding yet handsome rescuer, that, at the end of the day, she hadn't really paid any attention to how her body had felt other than tired. She also wouldn't doubt it if she had whiplash from when Faolan had slammed into her so hard in his rescue efforts, although she wasn't going to complain about that. Yes, because he had saved her life, but that wasn't really why and she knew it.

  She wistfully sighed to herself, closing her eyes as she recalled his hard body pressed against hers, so tough it felt as if it was wrought of iron, his hot breath fanning her cold wind swept skin, his intoxicating green glare. Any time that man wanted to throw himself all over her, she'd be more than happy to accommodate him, even if he was perpetually pissed. She could handle it.

  She noticed as she stretched languidly in bed that the television was off. She wondered briefly when she had turned it off, but when she spotted the remote tangled up in the sheets lying next to her in the bed, she figured she must have rolled over onto it during the night and turned it off.

  Pleasurable shivers erupted all over her body as she recalled the extremely realistic dream she'd had during the night. She didn't remember a whole lot of it, just some foggy images, but wasn't that the way of it? If it was a hot dream, you couldn't hold on to it. Regardless of the tantalizingly sexual nature of the dream, she decided against watching any more late night werewolf movies.

  Of course, she couldn't really say that she regretted the dream. In fact, she had liked it so much, she had wanted it to continue as she'd floated briefly in that almost conscious state right before full awareness, the place where if you're having pleasant dreams you try to stay asleep. It was a shame that sex in real life wasn't nearly as entertaining, but that was exactly why they called them dreams, because they weren't true to life. It was strange that she had taken the images from the movie and put a sexual twist to them in her dream. She supposed though that was only because her subconscious was focused on making a baby, combined with the real life hunk who'd ignored her and berated her for her reckless behavior the day before, she supposed they were all elements that combined with the late night horror flick to create the ingredients for the perfect perverted wolf dream.