by Sierra Wolf
STAKING HIS CLAIM
SIERRA WOLF
A NAUGHTY BY NATURE SHIFTER STORY
STAKING HIS CLAIM
Sierra Wolf
All Rights Reserved © 2014 Sierra Wolf. First Printing: 2014
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Cover Images Photo Credit: carlodapino / sbelov
Author's Note: All characters in this story are 18 years of age and older, and all sexual acts are consensual.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Sneak Peeks
Chapter 1
The neon lights of the bar glistened at me from down the street, drawing me in like a moth to the flame. My job wasn't bad, as the only vet tech in a clinic run by a crotchety old veterinarian named Dr. Andrews, but it wasn't all kittens and sunshine. And now my first week here was over and I finally had a night off to relax.
My new apartment wasn't even unpacked yet, but somewhere, somehow, a glass of whiskey had my name on it. I glanced up at the sign before I opened the banged-up wooden door. Black Wolf Inn. It was a strange name, but then, I'd seen more than a few oddities since moving to the backwoods of Pennsylvania.
I opened the door to a cloud of haze, lights flashing behind the mirrored bar. My eyes were drawn upwards to the ceiling, where the phases of the moon had been painted in foiled silver in a perfect circle overhead. The music wasn't to my taste, but as far as I knew, this was the only bar around.
I seated myself and took off my jacket, revealing my burgundy t-shirt stretched over my ample breasts. My wide hips and ass were packed snugly into my favorite jeans. Usually I would feel self conscious about my tight clothing, but I'd realized over the week that being a bigger girl out here didn't seem to be that much of a deal.
I caught the bartender's eye and ordered my glass of scotch while I looked around. A few men my age were seated a few feet away from me, and I looked away when one of them leered at me. I've been pretty shy my whole life..not to mention a virgin. The last thing I was looking for out here was someone to try and romance their way into my pants.
I stared into my whiskey while the men whispered, their drinks steadily disappearing. The amber liquid seemed to pulse with the flashing lights, and left a pleasant burn down my throat as I sipped. And then a pleasurable chill ran down my spine.
I felt his presence from across the room. He was like a magnet, drawing my eyes away from the hypnotic lights, burning my brain clean of all thought. I met his eyes through the haze and was locked in tight.
They were as gold as my whiskey, dark rings encircling them. And they smoldered like fire, sending chills through me from scalp to toe. I almost didn't notice the sculpted muscles beneath the black t-shirt or the tumble of dark curls.
He smiled at me, his full lips curving upwards ever so slightly. I flushed, and tore my eyes away, embarrassed that I was blushing like a schoolgirl over a stranger. I must have looked like a deer in headlights, staring at him so hard.
But even with my gaze averted I could still feel him there, studying me intently. The sensation was not unpleasant at all. But as always, the fear that he was inwardly mocking me was there. Maybe even out here being a thicker girl wasn't exactly desirable.
I tipped back the glass, savoring the burn, and raised a finger for another. If I had one vice, whiskey was it.
An arm descended around my shoulders, pulling me in against the owner. I looked up at the owner, my hackles raised immediately. The scent of smoke and beer enveloped me as the man who had leered at me leaned in, his movements jerky and uncoordinated.
“Hey, baby blue eyes,” he slurred, grinning down at me. I wrinkled my nose as I pushed away from him, my hand firm against his chest, but he had me in a tight grip. “Feel like partying tonight?”
“Get your hands off me.” I shoved harder, sending him stumbling backwards. In a flash his friends were off their stools, encircling me. It was so unreal it was almost dream-like.
“We just want to hang out, pretty girl,” one said. He was pressed almost against me, holding me where I was as Leery leaned against the bar, recovering his equilibrium.
“Don't be a bitch about it,” he said. “You're lucky we asked anyways, cow.”
My vision turned red with shame and anger, my fingers white-knuckling my tumbler of whiskey. I briefly debated pouring it on him, but that would be a sad waste of alcohol, and besides, my chronic shyness had the side effect of forced meekness.
“I just want to be left alone,” I said, but any loudness I could have had was lost in the music and my own embarrassment. Someone was laughing, and I felt a hand slide over my shoulder and down my arm. Disgust rippled through me as I glared at Leery, preparing to cock my fist for a swing—
He went flying across the room, landing in a crumpled heap at the door.
I was frozen, completely shocked as golden eyes stared at me, then turned their full force on the other drunk fools.
“Get out.” That's all he said. But suddenly I could breathe again, the presences surrounding me gone as the drunk boys quietly gathered up their fallen comrade and nearly fell over each other in their hurry to get outside.
My savior watched me, tension evident in every line of his body. His pupils were dilated to points, the gold and amber rings standing out like molten gold. He loomed above me head and shoulders, built broad like an ox.
“Are you all right?” he asked softly. I realized I was still clutching my tumbler. I loosened my grip, my hands shaking a little.
“I'm fine,” I muttered, unwilling to meet his eyes despite his magnetic attraction. It was even more embarrassing to be mocked and unwilling to stand up for yourself in front of a sudden crush. I wondered how foolish I looked to him.
I knocked back the glass to settle my nerves. “Jacob Moreno,” he said, holding out his hand when I had set the tumbler down. I hesitated a bare second, then took it.
Lightning tingled its way up my arm as I looked at him, his fingers firm around mine. Jacob didn't squeeze, but I got the strange impression that he wouldn't willingly be the one to break contact. He wasn't smiling anymore, and the smoldering fire in his eyes made my heart beat faster.
“Rosalie Gray,” I said, my tongue feeling clumsy. I pulled back my hand, flustered by my reaction. His skin was warm and reluctant to part, his fingertips trailing across my palm as he drew his hand back.
“Rosalie,” he repeated. His voice was deep and smoky, the timbre of it echoing in my chest. “The new vet?”
“Tech,” I corrected. “Just here as Dr. Andrew's assistant.” He knew who I was? Word must travel much faster than I had anticipated in a place like this. It didn't help that I was blushing again. His sheer proximity seemed to send me right back to middle school, too afraid to talk to a boy without embarrassing myself. It was ten times worse with an incredibly sexy man standing close enough that his body heat warmed me.
“Well, Rosalie, if you need an escort home, I'd be more than willing to help you out.” I swallowed hard. What was he trying to pull? There was no way a guy like him could go from gallant to playboy that fast.
“I think I can handle myself, thanks,” I said. I pulled my jacket on, covering up the goosebumps he had raised on my skin. I might be a virgin, but that didn't mean I couldn't imagine what a guy like him could do to me..
.
I realized I was uncomfortably warm, heat settling in my stomach and sliding downwards...and I was wet enough to soak my panties. My apartment wasn't too far, and my vibrator was in my nightstand. I imagined Jacob peeling off his shirt, my hands sliding over his hard, rippled stomach before he turned me around with rough hands, bending me over the bar to slide my jeans down—
I was staring again. His eyes were piercing me, smirking as though he knew exactly what I was thinking about. I stammered an apology and bolted outside, my cheeks glowing pink. I took a deep breath as I set off with a purpose with my heels clacking loudly in the silence.
I would see him again. In a town this small with only one watering hole you couldn't go more than a few days without seeing everyone.
My fantasy had intensified as I rounded the steps to my apartment, imagining Jacob's hips pressed against my ass, his hands cupping my breasts as he teased me mercilessly...I fumbled my keys, so desperate to get behind closed doors and relieve the tension that my hands were unsteady.
The key clicked in the lock, and my cell rang.
I groaned as I saw Dr. Andrew's name on the screen, and pressed the button.
“Miss Gray, I can't make it in tonight, but I just got an emergency call. I need you to get to the clinic now and get the situation taken care of.” I suppressed a sigh of defeat. I already had a situation to take care of.
“I'll be there as soon as possible, doctor.” I locked the door again and headed back out. The clinic was on the very edge of town, only half a mile away. Fantasy Jacob would have to wait, to my dismay.
The walk to the clinic dulled the sparkle the whiskey had put on the world. The trees of the surrounding forest grew thicker as I left the town behind, carefully picking my way along the edge of the road. I could see the flickering orange light of the clinic ahead and hurried up, now worried that the emergency call might be too late to fix.
I unlocked the door and shoved hard, but it wouldn't budge. After several tries I realized that the deadbolts had been slid from inside. The back door was deadbolted as well. No one was here.
I stood beneath the flickering orange light, my phone in hand, debating whether to call the doctor back or not. It suddenly occurred to me just how alone I was out here, the orange bulb overhead the only artificial light as far as I could see. The moon shone full, the stars carpeting the sky in a thick smear.
A chill ran down my spine for no reason, and I stared at the woods surrounding me. I had never been afraid of superstitions, but something felt off.
I raised my phone to dial the doctor when I heard a snap of a branch.
“Rosalie,” a deep voice said, growling in the back of their throat. The chill became fire, roaring through my veins. Something shifted in the darkness, the moon just barely illuminating his broad chest and muscular arms. I swore I could see the amber fire of his eyes even from the distance.
But what stepped from the forest was not the Jacob I had met, his body thickly coated in dark fur, his fingers elongated into long claws. The werewolf growled again, sniffing the air intently. He was massive, and dropped to all fours as he locked onto me.
My phone slipped from numb fingers and shattered on the pavement. A piercing howl ripped through the night, sending tremors of fire and ice through me from head to toe.
Then he charged at me.
Chapter 2
I plunged into the woods, my mind in a frenzy of panic and strange excitement. The werewolf crashing through the woods behind me was definitely Jacob, but his teeth were so sharp, and his claws had glinted at me as he tore across the street...but the look in his fiery eyes didn't tell me blood was on his mind.
I caught a whiff of spicy cologne as I leaped over a fallen tree, stumbling in the dead leaves on the other side. His growl echoed through my chest, rattling my limbs as I scrambled to get up and keep running.
“You're mine!” he roared, and I turned for a bare second as a branch whipped across my face. He was atop the log I had jumped over, glowering at me. The terror in me was slowly turning into something else. He could catch up with me in a heartbeat if he truly wanted to kill me...
I stumbled and fell, sliding downhill in the darkness, the debris beneath me rustling loud as gunfire as I frantically clawed the ground to control my descent. Jacob was silent, the woods completely devoid of noise but for my panicked flight.
I pulled myself to my feet, groaning softly at the stitch in my side, trying not to breathe too loudly. No growls, no tell-tale crackles, nothing. I wondered if he had given up, if some tastier prey had caught his eye.
There was a stream burbling happily just ahead of me and I splashed through it, sending up sloshes of water like quicksilver in the moonlight. I had some half-formed idea that the running water would ruin the trail of my scent for the beast.
The woods out here were full of crags and dips, and I looked up the hill on the other side of the stream. I had no idea where I was in relation to town. If I used the trees to pull myself up the hill, maybe I would be able to pick out the orange light of the clinic above the tree line.
I reached out to grab a tree trunk, ready to leverage myself up the steep incline, but the thick branch was warm and furry, shifting in my grasp. My breath caught in my throat as I looked up to see Jacob's amber eyes flashing at me.
My chest rumbled along with his growl, the masculine scent of sweat and leather washing over me, and I shoved backwards off him, using his chest as a springboard.
I managed to land on my feet, tearing off down the stream with his barking laughter echoing after me.
“I'm coming for you, Rosalie!”
Even if I had wanted to, I had no breath to yell anything back. His hot panting was in my ears as he chased me, a clawed hand reaching out to grasp the back of my shirt. I put on an extra burst of speed, the fabric tearing easily.
The moon shone down over a chasm ahead, the stream dropping off in a tiny waterfall. I bolted ahead, readying myself to go over the side, hopefully into a soft pile of leaves. But at this point, even a hard landing would be better than succumbing to teeth and claws.
My muscles burned as I tensed myself to jump, the edge drawing nearer, and then I cleared it, springing out into the darkness with my eyes squeezed shut.
The hit never came. I landed with a soft whump in the werewolf's arms, his satisfied growling filling my chest.
Fast as lightning he whipped me around to lay down, his long lithe body covering mine as I sank into a soft bed of leaves. His fur was soft, the darkness of it blending with our surroundings. I stared up into his amber-ringed eyes, my heart pumping frantically, too worn out to fight.
He shifted almost imperceptibly, one moment fur softly caressing me, and the next smooth skin pressed against mine. Jacob breathed out heavily, his eyes rapt on me.
His hands slid over me, firm yet gentle, sliding my leather jacket off to expose my shoulders. I gasped as his lips met my skin, running over my neck to leave delicate butterfly kisses.
Heat flooded my veins, the panic gone and leaving a syrupy sensation of melting in its place. My hands moved of their own accord, running over his chest and shoulders, his muscles rock-hard with suppressed tension. My fingers found the soft curls of black hair at the nape of his neck, burying into them as I gasped against him.
“From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were mine,” he whispered hoarsely. “A werewolf always knows when he meets his mate.”
The word mate sent pleasant shivers through me, the heat in me sliding downwards into my belly. The fantasies of Jacob that had kept me warm on my walk home came back full force, taking my breath away. I could barely believe he was laying over me right now, his broad body covering mine as he ran his hands over my shoulders, tracing the line of my collarbone.
“But I've never been with someone before...” My voice was meek, as it always was when I was embarrassed.
“For now,” was all he said. Then he tore away my shredded shirt, his hands moving over me with an au
thority I couldn't resist.
My bra was nothing to him, just another annoyance that went flying off into the darkness in shreds. My full breasts fell free, my nipples already hardening with desire as his hot breath ran over my skin. His lips trailed over my collarbone and around the curve of one breast, making me shudder beneath him as his warm tongue gently ran over my nipple.
My fantasies hadn't even come close to the reality. He sucked my nipples, one after another, making them painfully hard and aching with need. One of his hands slid over my stomach, unbuttoning my jeans easily and sliding them down roughly over my hips.
His fingers ran over my lace panties, and I felt his growl of amusement at their scantiness.
They were gone with one tug. I moaned as he ran his tongue over a hard nipple, suckling me gently, making me writhe with desire when his fingertips ran over the smooth, wet lips between my thighs. My legs fell open for him, desperate to have my pussy filled for the first time in my life.
He ran his thumb in light strokes over my clit, making me even wetter as my hips rose to meet him, the coiled tension in my center tight and explosive. My breath came in gasps as he rubbed small circles around my sensitive clit, then slipped one finger in my hole.
I moaned out loud with desire, wriggling to force myself down on his finger, my pussy dripping with need for him. He plunged in and out of me, my tightness wrapped around him like a vise.
My hands slipped down his stomach, following the ripple of his muscles down to the taut V of muscle...my fingers found his cock, already hard and throbbing urgently in my hand. The base of him was so thick my fingers couldn't meet around it.
He groaned as I ran my hand over the thick and silky head, pumping him gently as his finger plunged into me, stretching out my hole for him to take. I wondered if he would even be able to fit his massive shaft inside me, but my pussy was aching for him so badly, wanting to be stretched out around him.
