by Lexie Davis
“Are you okay?” Max asked when he pulled away. She collapsed on the couch, panting for air.
She couldn’t talk, couldn’t think. Her mind was numb, her body only feeling sensations. Her vision had improved. Not only did she not need her contacts, she could see in the imposing darkness—something she’d never been able to do well before. Her hearing had changed. Even standing a few feet away from Max, she could hear the slightly increased rhythm of his heartbeat as he stared at her. The air smelt like the sex they just had. Her body ached for more.
What the hell is wrong with me?
“Chloe,” Max touched her arm, drawing her attention to him. “Are you okay?”
She finally nodded, swallowing hard as her mind raced. She felt the thick fluid of him mingling with her own juices at her pussy’s opening. Her body ached with need, the lips of her sex swollen and aroused. Her womb clinched as desire shot through her body. He wasn’t kidding about the ‘needing’ being painful.
“What’s happening to me?” Chloe finally whispered.
“You’re in the needing phase. Your body will stay aroused for ten hours, needing a male to satisfy you. This is also the time you shift. You need to shift, Chloe. Just picture a wolf and your body contorting to that image.”
Chloe closed her eyes and imagined the pretty creature she saw yesterday near her deck. The pretty creature Max claimed to be. Max’s light blue eyes were a threat to anyone around and the soft gray fur--Chloe found her muscles pulling and tugging in what seemed a million different ways. She let out a howl as her body contorted to the image, her bones shifting. Tears prickled her eyes as she continued to scream, the sound coming out a mere whimper as she changed from woman to wolf.
She looked around the room from her new point of view then met Max’s eyes.
“I told you, you weren’t crazy.” With a sexy grin, Max did as she and changed from man to beast right before her.
Chloe stared down at her paws while Max came over to sniff at her. She gave him a you’ve-got-to-be-kidding-me look and wagged her tail. Did he really think I would roll over and play dead? She showed him her teeth in a playful way, backing away from him. Though her fur wasn’t as pretty as his, the different shades of brown added definition to her lean body. She was a she-wolf. Oh, my God!
Max chased her around the living room until he finally tackled her, pinning her with his teeth. It was a light nip but held enough threat to her to know he was the dominate one of the two. She lay still needing him to fill her body just as much as he wanted to.
He thrust inside her, and she howled with pleasure. In wolf form, his cock felt twice the size of his human one, stretching her needy pussy to capacity. Would it be like this all the time?
Each slick thrust had him buried inside her body deeper than he’d ever been before. He didn’t take his time to tease. He simply gave into the animalistic urges and pumped inside her until he was shooting and she felt her body couldn’t take anymore. Max shifted when he came, going to half-human, half-beast like earlier when he scared her to death. She felt his weight decrease as he rose up, coming with such a force that nearly knocked her to the ground.
“You are going to kill me.” He collapsed next to her on the floor in human form.
She snorted and licked his cheek with her tongue. Maybe being a wolf isn’t such a bad thing after all.
She backed up and shifted back to a human, smiling at the depleted man lying on his back with one arm covering his eyes. “Well, I guess I should have warned you a couple days ago that it’s been a really long time since I’d gotten any. I guess you get to make up for that.”
She gripped his half-hard cock and slid her hand along his slick skin. Max didn’t bother moving, though his body responded to her touch. She couldn’t wait to taste him. In her previous life, sex was simple and straight forward. The less mess, the better. Every lover demanded missionary position and offered little to no variation or foreplay. And looking back, she never enjoyed it. Not really, if she was totally honest with herself.
“Since when did you become so bold?” Max moved his arm and glanced down at her with droopy eyes.
Chloe chose not to answer him, instead leaning forward to take the tip of his cock into her mouth. She kept her eyes locked with his and watched nothing but pure pleasure cross his face. His eyes dilated to near black. A small grin creased his face. A slight dare for her to complete the act showed in his arrogant demeanour. She loved making him this way. She loved that she put that look on his face.
Her tongue swirled around the crown, licking the mingling flavours like they were ice cream in a cone. He gave her such a sexual high, she never wanted to come down. Her lips circled around him, sliding down his length until her mouth was completely full of nothing but his thick meat. He groaned and dropped back to the floor, his entire body growing ridged.
Would he come on her tongue? She wanted him to. Chloe closed her eyes and pulled back slowly, keeping her lips locked tightly around his shaft. The salty-sweet taste of his come coating her tongue made her pussy weep with excitement.
“Come here, baby.” Max stopped her movements by gripping one of her hands. “Your clit needs my tongue on it and I’m not about to deny you one second longer.”
After rearranging their positions, Chloe started to suck his cock again, pumping the bottom half with her fist while Max lapped at her clit. He teased her with the tip of his tongue, swirling the tight little bud with gentle strokes. She moaned around him, never dreaming sex could be so good.
“Oh, God, Max.” Chloe withdrew for a second while her climax washed through her body, jerking with pleasure as her pussy started to contract.
He pulled away slightly, and pushed her cheeks apart to lick at her asshole. Chloe closed her eyes as her hand moved the length of his cock, practically useless as Max gave her continual pleasure. He moved slightly and thrust two fingers in her pussy while his tongue continued to tease her bottom hole. God, the man knew what he was doing and he most definitely did it well.
“Ahhh, Max!” She jerked against him as she came again, her body spent from the pleasure. Her face landed next to his cock, her mouth inches away from the straining shaft. He smelt like a feral male, dark and woodsy—his own fragrance that was unlike anything else she’d experienced.
Max gently pushed away from her, somehow managing to get her to sit up on his chest. “Come on, baby. Slide my cock inside you and fuck me good.”
Chloe moved down his bare chest. Lifting slightly above his cock, she sank down on the stiff rod, taking him inside her with a few rocking movements. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as he filled her, his cock hitting every sensitised nerve within her. She was probably going to be sore in the morning, but it was so worth it. No matter what happened to them after this ‘needing’ wore off, being with Max was so worth every pleasurable moment. Even if he was technically a stranger.
He gripped her hips as she rode him, angling her body so his dick hit her G-spot on every thrust. Chloe didn’t think it was possible for her to come again, but Max began to build her orgasm. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to simply feel. The cool air of the room contrasting against her heated skin. The way her soft, slick pussy took every inch of his hard as steel cock. Sweat popped out of her pores, slicking her body with the cooling moisture. How much more of this could she really take? How much more would her body demand? She’d had numerous climaxes and was a bit tired but her body still hungered for more.
Max came inside her with a hard thrust, pushing her over with him. Her entire body shook with the intensity. He pulled her back, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight on top of him.
“When does the need stop?” Chloe asked closing her eyes while her body cooled down.
“Dawn.” Max disconnected their bodies and rolled her to the floor with him on top. “I know it’s a lot, but the more we fuck in wolf form the longer the break in between rounds lasts. I probably should have told you that before, but I was distract
ed.”
Putting together everything he said, she determined that during the needing phase, sex had its levels, depending on what they did and how they did it. Evidentially normal human sex where Max came inside her and gave her at least one orgasm only gave her a reprieved time of a few minutes. Sex in wolf form where Max came inside her and gave her an orgasm gave her a little longer reprieved time. And oral only fuelled the fire, giving seconds of satisfaction and a deeper craving for more. She was learning, but the knowledge obtained would have been helpful a long time ago. Perhaps that way it wouldn’t have been such a shock.
“I’m sore as it is, but I can’t stop the need.” Chloe glanced to the right, looking at the clock on the mantel. The contemporary dial announced it was ten o’clock. Which meant they’d only been at it for two hours. Two hours, and she was replete. How in the world would she make it through ten hours?
“Come on.” He kissed her and stood, pulling her to her feet after him. “Food sex is always fun and I’m starving. Let’s go to the kitchen and see what kind of unique trouble we can get into.”
Chapter Five
At midnight, Max noticed a change in their surroundings. One he didn’t like. Chloe laid on the couch, watching him when she should have been trying to rest up. He took her three times in the kitchen while they ate a few bites of food. Then they shifted for him to take her another two times.
Both of them were worn out, and Max didn’t like the way the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stood to attention. Danger, they screamed, though he didn’t know why. Was the pack of Black Wolves outside looking for Chloe? Were they coming after her to make her theirs? He didn’t like the idea and his protectiveness increased. Chloe was one of them now, a Gray Wolf, and she belonged in his pack. She was marked with his scent. He couldn’t imagine what the others would do to her had he not come to see her through this experience. They probably would have used her and left her for dead.
“Why the intense expression, Max? Have you run out of ideas to make sex interesting?”
She smiled, and the gesture melted his heart. She was so damn innocent to her surroundings. To life in general. She’d toughed it out from what he knew of her, from the little conversation they had, to make it into art school. He found pictures of her family and questioned her about them. It was a touchy subject between the two of them, one she didn’t particularly like to talk about. He wasn’t exactly sure why.
“Every time I make you come it’s interesting.” He smiled at her, knowing he couldn’t convince her everything was all right. “Are you toughing it out?”
She nodded. “I’m afraid you’ll rub my pussy raw if we go at it again.”
“But you still need to come, right?” He grabbed his bag and felt around for the bottle of lube he’d brought with him.
“What are you planning?” She watched him closely, and Max knew her pretty little mind was racing with all the possibilities.
“I’m going to take your tight little ass and make you hum with pleasure.” He pulled her legs apart, giving him enough room to slide between them.
Chloe’s body was perfect for loving. So responsive and accepting. Max couldn’t believe a woman could be that in tune with her needs—not when she’d been denied her true identity all her life. She was a natural.
He took her mouth with his own, tasting her sweet kiss as if he’d never tasted it before. It was more addicting than street drugs, threatening all cognitive reasoning and giving more pleasure than he ever dreamed. He wanted her to be his. For now. Forever. He wanted to wake up with her in his arms and end the day coming inside her warm, welcoming body. He wanted her as his mate.
Max’s fingers played between her legs, rubbing lightly across her swollen, sensitive flesh. Her pussy was slick with her arousal and a small whimper left her mouth when he slowly inserted a finger inside her. It wasn’t healthy for her to hold back the need for sex because it only increased her desire, sometimes to insatiable measures.
He slid his finger in her pussy and dragged it back to her ass hole, lightly pressing against the untouched area. Her muscles clinched around him, tightening against the intrusion.
“Babe, relax and let me in. I promise I’ll make you feel good.”
Chloe took a deep breath. Max stretched the tight hole until she could take two of his fingers easily, and then three. She gasped with every motion, closing her eyes in what he assumed was an attempt to shut off the rest of the world. It was something she did frequently, he learned, when she wanted to come.
“Do you want my cock now?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
He nodded, slicking lube all over his cock. “You can take me, baby. And it’ll be real good.” He pulled her up the slope of his thighs and pressed against her anus. “Let me know if I hurt you.”
With careful ease, he pushed forward sinking past the tight ring of muscles and into the warm depths of woman. His woman. Chloe arched with pleasure, clutching the sides of the couch. He gave her time to adjust to his girth, using the break for a breather himself, then pulled back. Her body hugged him, squeezing his cock tighter than a fist and hotter than an oven. Max started at a slow pace, taking his time to make sure she felt good. His balls ached for release with each thrust.
“God, Max.” Chloe jerked, pushing her ass towards him as he thrust inside her. “Make me come. Please make me come!”
“Rub your clit.” He pushed two fingers inside her pussy while her eager little fingers found the greedy bud above it. Her muscles contracted around him. “Ah, shit, baby.”
He rose to his knees, gaining a better angle for thrusting, and increased the rhythm. His balls slapped against her as she took every inch of his dick inside her ass. Her pussy cream coated his fingers as he moved them in and out of her.
Chloe screamed his name when she climaxed, her body shuddering around him. Max saw stars. With one last thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and shot his load inside her, howling into the night like the animal he was. Whatever happened after tonight, Max knew he wasn’t going to let her go. The idea wasn’t even possible no matter what it cost him.
* * * *
Max stood at the back doors, taking in the scenery of the night. The tree leaves rustled in the light wind. The moon hung low in the blackened sky. Crickets chirped, singing a song of their kind for the rest of the world to hear. Nothing visually posed a threat to them, yet his instinct told him otherwise.
He sighed and turned towards Chloe before crossing the room to her. “I need to tell you something and you need to pay close attention.”
Chloe sat up from her reclining position on the couch. “What’s wrong?”
“If the Black Wolves do come, you need to call my brother Quinn.” He smoothed his hand along her thigh. “Then you need to go to my house and stay put. Enter the woods at the back of your property and follow the pebbled trail surrounded by oak trees. It’ll lead to a mansion. My brother is there. He’s my twin and looks just like me.”
Chloe swallowed, her eyes holding a mixture of fear and determination. “Do you think they will come?”
He shrugged. “If we’re lucky, no, but luck has never really been on my side.”
Chloe exhaled a pent-up breath. “Great.”
“Are you okay?” Max folded his fingers around hers. “I don’t want to scare you, but knowledge is power in this instance. If I tell you to run, don’t hesitate, don’t look back.”
“What about you?” Her eyes filled with tears, and Max could do nothing but wrap her in his arms.
“I’ll be fine. That’s why I’m here.” He tried to get her to smile. “I’ve been here before, baby. It’s just another day to me.”
She kissed him lightly on the lips. “Come on, stud. I want a shower, and I need to come.”
Max let Chloe lead him up the stairs to her bathroom. She grabbed two towels from the linen closet and stacked them on the vanity inside the master bath. He flipped on the water in the tub, choosing instead to take a bath rather than a showe
r. Chloe didn’t say anything though question was in her expression. He grabbed a bottle of strawberry bubble bath and poured a couple of capfuls into the running water. Bubbles filled the tub as the water level increased, and Max smiled through his exhaustion.
“You’re taking a bubble bath with me?” Chloe stepped into the water just as Max turned it off.
“Why wouldn’t I?” He followed her, relaxing back into the tub, the soft bubbles tickling his skin as he submerged most of his body in the warm water. “I like baths every now and then.”
She giggled. “Do you admit that often to your friends?”
He pulled her legs towards him until she straddled his lap. “No. Will you keep my secret?”
She kissed him, combing her wet fingers through his hair. “You know I will.”
Max poised her over his cock and pushed gently into her vagina, determined to keep it slow and sensual this time around. Both of them were worn out from the night’s events, though it was something he’d expected. His time with Janie was definitely different than his time with Chloe. When Janie had first changed, it’d been all Max could do to keep her from ripping his flesh with her new teeth. She hadn’t been the playful type, like Chloe was. Janie had wanted blood, and had died unable to get enough.
Max kissed Chloe as she moved above him, his hands keeping her rhythm steady and slow. She was sweet and delicious and perfect in every way. Definitely the kind he could see himself settling down with and raising a family of their own.
Where did that thought come from?
Her inner muscles gripped him, squeezing his cock as she slid up, then back down. He couldn’t imagine her giving up her human life for him, though. She enjoyed her career too much. The art studio downstairs—a room that was supposed to be the house’s downstairs bedroom, he thought—said that much. And he figured she’d miss her friends. The only interactions wolves had with others were within the pack, unless trouble arose. Chloe probably wouldn’t go for that.
