by Sia Wales
Vuk picked her up, carried her to the bed and wrapped his arms protectively around her. He rolled with the girl between the sheets and played with her sensually, trying to stoke her desire. He was already going crazy with lust.
Taking her by the hips, he pulled her to him and pushed his body against hers so that they fit together perfectly. He came closer to her lips, his hands moving around to her behind. His desire pressing against her and consuming him almost painfully inside.
His body trembled with impatience. He wanted to go further with her, but he reminded himself of how much Stella was smarting from her injuries, so he turned her around and spooned with her, pulling her butt against him. Stella moved against him to settle into his embrace, rubbing her thighs on his legs and her butt against his pelvis. Vuk could no longer resist her.
“You’re killing me, little girl, you know that, right?” He slid one leg between the girl’s thighs and pushed it into her most intimate part. Stella winced and let out a little moan, a look of amazement on her face. Vuk moved to get on top of her, and made space between her lips.
“And if death is this sweet, I want to die now between your lips.” He kissed both of her lips, and then sucked and licked her mouth thoroughly, moving his tongue inside her and pushing it back into her throat, stopping her breath.
The sexual tension peaked, and Vuk’s body began to expel heat. He savored her full lips, each time with more vigor.
“You’re so beautiful.” He felt that she was his, and nibbled her neck, sucking at her taut skin. Then he pulled his shirt off over his head, and lifted up her tank top, baring her stomach. The top was so thin, he could see her nipples against the fabric and felt them harden at the touch of his tongue. He squeezed the skin near her navel and slid a hand between her thighs, moaning with pleasure.
“Vuk…” Stella saying his name was like a caress, the word rolling from her mouth as if she were the angel from the song, his angel. In the dim light of the room, the green of his eyes seemed even more heated and intense. A shudder ran through her body and she lost herself in his eyes.
“I don’t want to miss this moment with you, Stella.” He squeezed the hollow of her neck with his hand, while his fingers trailed over her lips. He kissed her, opening her mouth as much as possible. With the pressure of his tongue, he probed inside her, feeling at one with her. Another Aerosmith song, Crazy, drifted up to them from the kitchen.
Vuk sucked on her lips, tasting her sweet mouth and stroking it with his tongue. She was like a drug for him, and now he couldn’t do without her. Looking at her excited him, and he enjoyed every movement she made and every sound that escaped her mouth.
“Damn… You drive me crazy,” he said, as he sank between her thighs, and pushed himself against her. He wanted to fill her with himself, but her shorts were blocking him.
Stella moved under the weight of his body and arched her back. Vuk began to move his body on top of her, alternating slow, gentle movements to sudden, more aggressive lunges. It was like making love with their clothes on.
“Oh God,” Stella gasped to herself. She breathed in through her nose, and turned to look at the ceiling, her eyes brightening and her lips parting as she exhaled sharply. It was the first time she had had this feeling. Vuk was such an expert at this, she thought.
“I want you…” He kissed her again. Her shirt had risen even more and now only just covered her nipples. Her shorts were rubbing on the skin of her thighs. She enjoyed his every touch, and wanted more. At each movement, she felt a shiver between her legs. She was in ecstasy, and it was almost too much. She tried to resist Vuk, squeezing her knees around his waist, blocking his legs with her thighs.
Vuk was still able to push himself against her, but not all the way. Taken aback, Stella gasped and her eyes lit up with a light Vuk had never seen before. He felt like he would go crazy, like he had never seen anything that beautiful.
“I need you. Now.” He opened her legs completely with the weight of his body, letting out a moan as he moved to kiss her lips, his tongue sliding into her mouth. Stella clung to him and felt the throb of his desire for her. She sighed, quivering, caressed by the sensual rhythm of the song.
Vuk waited for her to take another breath, and then pushed himself against her once again. Stella moaned in pleasure, her eyes out of focus. He rubbed himself against her, feeling the friction of his pants against her shorts. He reached down to open her shorts, and unzipped them, hooked his thumbs into her panties and lowered them. Stella suddenly felt a stabbing pain from the wound on her back, which had reopened under the bandage just when he was sinking between her legs, crushing her thighs into the bed under the pressure of his body.
The smell of her blood stopped Vuk as the song ended. He sighed with a half-smile, trying to restrain and hold back his desire. He got up to turn off the stereo and came back to bed. He wrapped her in his arms and brought her head to his chest. His feelings for Stella tormented him all night.
In the morning, he watched her sleep between the sheets and kissed her deeply on the lips, filling himself with her. Stella woke up clinging to his mouth. The last time something like this had happened, it had been Jason doing the kissing. She stiffened. She looked at him, at his body, even more beautiful in the daylight, and put her hands on his bare chest before pushing him away slightly. Vuk felt her discomfort and stopped trying to kiss her.
“I have to take a shower. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out here with you in bed without touching you,” he said, indicating the bathroom door with a nod of the head.
“Not only do you sleep in my bed, but now you want to take a shower in my bathroom?” Stella teased.
“I mean, I don’t have to, but you’re the one who will have to deal with me then.” He grabbed her by the thighs.
“Do want me to skip class?” She pretended to be surprised. Vuk put his hands up her shorts and gently squeezed her butt.
“That would be the least of your problems…” He pushed his erection against her, sensitive to the touch of her body.
“The shower is yours,” Stella said quickly, feeling a shiver run over her.
“That was easy. But will you ever be mine, Stella?” He sealed her lips shut with a kiss, got out of bed, and walked toward the bathroom, undoing his jeans as he did, freeing his erection which had by now become painfully cramped in the confines of his pants.
“I’ll go and have some fun all on my lonesome…” he concluded, turning his beautiful green eyes to her once again, before closing the bathroom door behind him.
Before the Full Moon
Late that afternoon, after spending the day together at the university, Stella and Vuk drove to her house. Stepping through the door, Stella’s eyes caught the shadow of a man walking in her garden on the curtains of the living room.
“Vuk, someone’s out there…” she shivered tensely. She stepped back, frightened, pressing herself into the protection of his chest. She felt a rush of adrenalin course through her body.
“You sure?”.
“I just saw someone go past the window!”
“Pack a bag for tonight, we’ll leave shortly. I’ll go see who it is, though I already think I know…” he said confidently looking through the window.
Stella ran up the stairs to her room and started throwing the things she needed into a bag. Suddenly, she heard someone slowly open the front door and slip inside.
She looked up and down the hallway but saw no one, then walked cautiously toward the stairs, sensing somebody watching and following her. Then she saw her hair swing forward as if a breeze had caught it. She spun round… Again she saw no one but nevertheless had the distinct feeling that someone had brushed by her, crossing from one room to another.
“My God, Stella, you’re paranoid! There’s no one here except you,” she mumbled to herself, slowly shaking her head, incredulous at her own fears.
She went to the banister and leaned over, peering down the stairs to see if there was maybe somebody at
the door, noticing that it was slightly ajar and that there was no sign of Vuk.
“Vuk, is that you? Who’s there?” she called, feeling creeped out. She heard sounds in the living room then felt her shoulders turn cold and an icy breath on her neck. Spinning round, she saw the door to her father’s study move a notch. She leaned against the banister then took a few steps toward the room only to pull up short as she heard noises from within. Mustering her courage, she walked to the door and pushed it wide open, and was surprised to find the room empty. She looked with a smile at Jeff’s guitar, lying on the chair by the desk. For an instant she remembered Vuk playing it to her in the bedroom.
At that moment she heard other sounds coming from the bedroom. Losing patience, she marched up the corridor and went in. All she saw was the wide open window, which she closed to shut out the chill. Then she turned and saw Donn standing on the threshold, staring at her and holding the keys to the Bentley. He put them back in his pocket nonchalantly and continued staring at her.
“Hi, Stella.” His voice was warm, his eyes dark, his expression impassive. He was wearing a black shirt and a pair of grey jeans. He was irresistible.
Stella continued to look at him with her mouth open, immobile in front of the window. She tried to say something, but no words came out. She was unable to tear her eyes from him.
“I was wondering which bedroom was yours…” Donn murmured, moving towards the bed. He looked around, taking in the things in her room, then went to sit down on the bed.
“It’s you…” Stella stammered out, blushing.
“It certainly is me,” replied Donn, with an amused air.
“Did you get in through the window?” she asked, keeping her eyes fixed on his mouth. “Why go to all that trouble when the door was open?” She bent her head to one side and the shadow of a smile crossed her lips.
“Come here to me, angel,” said Donn, patting the space beside him.
“I’m ok where I am, thanks,” she murmured, weakly, hesitantly.
“If you don’t come to me, I’ll come to you.” He got up from the bed and moved towards her. Stella felt herself aching for his touch and her inner being began to tremble.
“I wanted to see you,” he continued in a whisper, his eyes watchful, his head bending towards her lips, his voice deep and possessive. He took her by the nape, swept her hair from her forehead and pushed his tongue into her mouth longingly. His body took possession of here, he caressed every part of her with his tongue.
“Do you really mean that?” A groan left her lips.
“If you don’t believe me, angel, I’ll spend the whole night here proving it to you.” He sucked on the skin on Stella’s neck, the excitement making her forget to breathe. His tongue slid like an ice-cube between her breasts, licking her sensually.
“I think you and I had better take things up from where we left them in the library…”
He squeezed one of her breasts with his hand, licked her naked skin and sucked the other through the t-shirt, clasping it with his teeth.
“Why do I find you so irresistible?” panted Stella, throwing her arms around his neck and hiding her face in his shoulders.
“Because you’re mine, angel,” murmured Donn. He pushed her against the wall by the window and held her there, his fingers pressing deep into the base of her neck. He kissed her lips, causing her to release a stifled cry. He leant one hand against the wall and with the other encircled and massaged her breast, still damp from his saliva.
Stella opened her mouth slightly and let out a moan. Her head dropped to the side for a moment at the pleasure of his touch. She bit a lip and sucked it deeply, holding it between her lips.
“You’re biting your lips,” said Donn scoldingly. With one of his hands he pulled hers behind her back and blocked her arms against the wall. She tried to break free, but Donn held her close. He slipped one of his fingers inside her silken panties, feeling her thighs opening at his touch. He pushed his erection against her groin. He stifled her groans with his mouth, his tongue never relenting. Stella shook as a wave of pleasure shot down her inner thighs and went like a tidal wave through her body. Her mouth was fatally attracted by his.
Only then did Donn let her hand go. She reached down to squeeze his, still between her thighs.
“You are mine, little girl,” Donn sighed. He moved her hair aside behind her ear and kissed her on the forehead. He slowly pulled away from her, then caressed her most intimate parts, sending more ripples of pleasure through her.
Vuk ran back to the house and, finding the front door ajar, raced up the stairs, striding quickly down the hall as he heard Donn’s voice, bursting into Stella’s room with a menacing look on his face, his eyes flashing fiery sparks. Stella jumped away from Donn, turned to Vuk, and then looked away. The werewolf understood immediately what had happened from their heavy breathing, their thoughts clearly still miles away, lost in the moment that had just passed between them.
“Vuk, do join us,” Donn said, assuming a veneer of politeness, irritated by the fact that Stella had broken contact with him, her eyes telling Vuk, “It’s not what you think!”
“I knew it was you, Mr. Brooks!” Vuk glared at him threateningly.
“Good man,” Donn replied carelessly, oozing self-confidence.
“I can’t believe I was beating myself up before about where the hell you’d gone, I should have realized that your only wish is to be alone with Stella, but now I’m here…”.
“She has always been my ultimate objective!” cried Donn possessively, wrapping her in his arms.
“But now, get away from her,” Vuk threatened him, enraged and ready to attack.
“Vuk, we’re on the same side,” Donn said, now irritated as he tried to reason with him.
“I can protect her very well by myself, thank you,” Vuk said, not prepared to listen to reason as a spike of pure adrenaline rushed through his veins, his instinctive impulses battering his body.
“Even tonight?” asked Donn with bitter irony, only to receive a fierce, pointed glare, leaving the air heavy with a deafening silence.
Then Donn raised Stella’s hand with a gesture of elegance and gently touched his lips to the back of it, lifting his eyes to look into hers then pulling her unexpectedly into his arms, sighing her name and kissing her intensely, impulsively, on the corners of her mouth, dicing perilously with Vuk’s fury.
“I’ll see you later, angel,” Donn whispered seductively in her ear, finally pulling himself away from her and ignoring Vuk until, at the last minute he acknowledged him, pronouncing his name through clenched teeth and giving him a tiny nod of his head, his eyes shadowed. Then he left the house and disappeared down the road.
“Vuk, let’s go to the factory now otherwise we won’t have enough time to tie you down,” Stella said, grabbing her bag and heading quickly to the stairs.
Vuk understood that Stella did not want to talk about what had just happened, and he was fine with that, for the moment. He had more important things to think about. He did not trust Donn, but nor was he sure he wanted to keep her with him for the full moon night, not sure he wanted her to see him in his werewolf form, when his instincts would take over and he would lose control of his mind.
“Are you still sure you want to spend the night with me?” He blocked her passage down the hall, moving toward her as if to kiss her but at the last second simply taking her bag off her shoulder to carry it himself.
“Vuk, how many times do I have to tell you I trust you!”
“You shouldn’t, Stella. My instincts will overpower me completely tonight.”
“I don’t give a damn,” she said, her expression resolute, letting the sweet gaze of his eyes melt her.
“My blood will boil in my veins, my heart will pound like a hammer, and I’ll be higher than a kite on adrenaline rushes”.
“I don’t give a shit about any of that stuff either.”
“You’ll be just like any other prey in the forest, I won’t be able
to tell you apart”.
“I know the risks I’m taking… discussion over, I’ve made up my mind. Let’s go!” she grabbed his hand resting on her hip, and followed him down the hallway. Then, startled, she felt him suddenly take her in his arms. She tried to protest with a sweet smile on her lips, but found that the more she attempted to show her annoyance by giving him a serious talking to, the more he pressed her tightly to his body and the more powerless she felt. Flailing against his chest, she didn’t even dent the armor of Vuk’s embrace. Unable to move an inch, she yielded to the delicious sensation of being held by his strong, enveloping arms.
Vuk carried her down the stairs, out the door to the pickup and set her gently on the seat beside his. He felt himself liquefy as he gazed into her eyes and felt her warm breath on his skin, then he broke the connection to resist the temptation of her alluring lips. He walked away to cool off, then turning back at last he got behind the wheel, looked at her again with intense desire, looked back at the road and sped off.
The road flowed by under the wheels of the pick-up and the lights of the cars in the other lane flashed by. Vuk was silent for the entire ride, realizing that he was could not forgive Stella for how she was unable to resist Donn. His eyes were serious, fixed on the horizon in front of them.
Stella flipped through the stations on the radio, and then stopped on one she liked. The announcer stated that the next song would be How to Save a Life by The Fray. The song started and Stella immersed herself in its words. She stared at Vuk until he turned toward her, and gave her a bitter smile worth more than a thousand words.
Their destination was an old, abandoned factory, a secluded spot near the woods, not far from a lonely stretch of highway. It was the place Vuk had spent every night of the full moon.
Stella took a key from the pickup’s dashboard and went to unlock the padlock and chain that barred the building’s rear door. She held it open for Vuk, who left the twilight glow to enter the factory.
