Bitten by the Alpha Wolf

by R. E. Swanson

  Ruth shivered and wrapped her arms around her frame. She was alone in her cabin, wearing nothing bout a towel. Her feet stumbled backwards towards the bed as she kept her eyes glued to the mirror in case another word appeared.

  Ruth reached behind her for her pajamas but they were no longer on the bed. She spun around and searched high and low but they were nowhere to be found. She opened the closet door and found them hanging up next to her summer dress.

  I’m going mad, she thought to herself. She yanked the pajamas from the hanger and slung them on over her shapely legs and curvy hips. Her fingers trembled uncontrollably as she fastened the buttons to her top. What was going on?

  Ruth let out a shaky breath. At least she was dressed now. Oddly enough, she still felt very naked. Did she have a ghost in her company? Or was this all some elaborate prank? Surely if it was a trick, a camera and produces were come bursting into her room at any moment. She nibbled her lip and turned to the door. Nothing.

  Ruth was neither a firm believer of all things spooky or a complete skeptic. She sat squarely on the fence between both opinions.

  She looked in the steamy mirror while pulling the band from her hair, watching as the waterfall of blonde cascaded down over her curvy shoulders. She stared at the word Hello as she whispered, “Hello.” She laughed out loud, realizing how ridiculous she must look right now.

  Within seconds, the writing began once again in the condensation on the mirror. The new word now read, John. Ruth quietly repeated the word to herself and then asked, “John, is that your name?”

  Yes.

  As the three letter word wrote itself on the mirror, Ruth didn’t know whether she should scream or laugh. Should she be terrified? Would the ghost harm her?

  Ruth shook her head. She didn’t feel threatened at all, quite the opposite. John seemed to be playful and not malicious in any way. He’d moved her things around and hidden them from her. His messages so far had all been friendly, so she didn’t think there was any danger.

  Nonetheless, she reached up and pulled her shoulder bag out from the luggage compartment. After some rummaging, she located her cell phone and removed it, with the comforting thought of her cell being in her hands, even if she didn’t know who to call if she needed help, she continued, “I’m Ruth.”

  She heard the familiar squeaking sound accompanying words being written on the mirror and read the new message.

  Hi Ruth pleased to meet you .

  Ruth smiled at the added addition of the smiley face and asked, “Are you going to keep me company on my long train journey?”

  Immediately a reply was left.

  Yes I’d love to if you’ll let me Ruth!

  “So that’s settled then John. Welcome to my cabin,” she giggled into the emptiness as she waited for his response. No message appeared on the mirror this time. Instead, a rush of chilly air delicately brushed against her soft cheek akin to a soft kiss. She laughed and raised her hand to her cheek. “Did you just kiss me, sweet John?”

  This time a message appeared on the mirror.

  Yes, was it okay to do that?

  She simply whispered one word into the silent cabin, “Yes.”

  Questions raced through Ruth’s mind. She had a tendency to let her mouth run away with her at times, and she didn’t want to scare John away. A laugh bubbled up her throat and she chuckled out loud. She didn’t want to scare him away. It should be her who was scared.

  Ruth yawned as her weariness returned. She climbed into bed, figuring she could continue her chat with John from under the duvet. As she pulled the blanket over herself, she heard the telltale squeaking of a new message being written on the mirror. She looked over and read it with a saucy smile on her soft, full lips.

  Please don’t cover your sexy body up .

  Ruth couldn’t help but giggle, a ghost found her sexy. “Is this okay?” she asked shoving the duvet back, leaving her knees upward uncovered.

  Perfect

  She was enjoying their game and this was the first time in a long time that she wasn’t spending her time thinking about her divorce. She was happy and relaxed in the company of a ghost!

  “Can I ask you a question it’s personal?” she asked feeling more daring now that they’d been chatting for a while.

  Ask away

  “How did you pass away?” she wondered if perhaps her question were too personal and was relieved when a reply started to appear on the steamed up mirror.

  Story too long to write!

  Ruth was a little disappointed by John’s answer. She’d probably never know how he arrived in his ghostly form, and why he was haunting the train.

  Her disappointment was short-lived. Before her very eyes, a human form began to materialize through a shroud of fine mist, and a sexy human form at that. Happiness elated her. Not only could she physically see him, but she’d probably be able to talk to him too.

  As he materialized, she noted that John was around six feet tall with a slim and muscular build. He had short, light brown hair and was wearing quite tight black jeans with a tee shirt and sneakers. He smiled at Ruth as she sat in bed gaping at him in amazement.

  His smile was cheeky and charming. Ruth put him at about the same age as her. The mist started to vanish and she could see him more clearly now. He was handsome with a sexy body to match.

  “Hello, Ruth, it’s easier for me to talk to you now that I’m here,” he said in a deep sexy voice.

  She was dumbstruck and just managed a pathetic sounding. “Okay.”

  He walked toward her, which surprised Ruth as she half expected him to glide. He sat on the end of the bed and reached out a hand to touch her. She began to tremble and he smiled. “Don’t be scared, Ruth. You’re the first person I’ve been able to show myself to who hasn’t run away screaming so please don’t be scared now.”

  She couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. He was so young and handsome and didn’t look like a threat at all. She tried her best to stop trembling and didn’t really know why she was to begin with. She wasn’t particularly scared of John, if anything, his presence excited her. He was the sexiest guy she’d seen in a long time; ghost or not, he was sexy with an incredibly hot body.

  “Shit, I didn’t expect that!” Ruth apologized. “I’m not scared, John. It’s just a surprise to see you.”

  His touch wasn’t cold as she’d expected it to be. In fact, it was warm and so gentle. He trailed his fingers over her cheek as she gazed into his eyes.

  Ruth looked at him shyly and melted into his twinkling dark blue eyes, he smiled as heat began to flare across her cheeks.

  “You’re beautiful, Ruth,” he whispered as he continued to stroke her silky smooth cheek.

  “What happened to you, John?” she asked as she felt a tear roll down her cheek, which he softly wiped away as he held her face in his hands.

  “Sweet, Ruth, please don’t cry for me. It was an accident here on the train. Some luggage fell from overhead and hit me on the head pretty hard. At first I was fine, but within two days I was dead. I’d suffered some kind of hemorrhage,” he explained. ,

  “That’s terrible,” she said quietly. “How sad. I’m so sorry.”

  “You’ve no reason to be sorry. Shit happens, right?” he smiled dropping his hands from her face to her curvy shoulders.

  “But you’re so sexy, so young,” she said as he smiled even more and winked at her.

  “So you think I’m sexy then?” he flirted, flashing a devilish grin at her.

  She dropped her adoring gaze from him and muttered, “Yes, how can you be so warm?”

  “The more emotional I feel the more warmth I radiate Ruth. Right now, I’m pretty emotional. Also the more I feel, the more real I become,” he told her as he squeezed her shoulders lightly as if to prove the point that she could actually feel him.

  “And to think, I thought all ghosts were simply misty illusions and not real at all,” she replied.

  “Some are, Ruth. I’m fortunate that I
passed away in a pure accident with no malice meant. I don’t harbor any malevolent feelings toward others at all. I’m what you’d call a happy ghost I guess,” he laughed as he said the words.

  “Mischievous too if my things moving around are any indication,” she teased him as he took her hands in his now and held them tightly.

  “Yep, I knew you’d find that side of me appealing I can tell you like humor,” he chuckled as he studied her hands in his. “You can touch me if you want to, I won’t bite.”

  She took a hand and slowly lifted it toward his handsome face noticing how much she was shaking. John grabbed her hand and helped her to lift it up to his face. He held it there to steady it while she began to feel his soft skin. She didn’t know what to expect but was pleasantly surprised with how real he actually felt. His skin felt as warm as honey and had the smoothness of cream.

  John put his head to one side and nuzzled into her hand clearly enjoying her touch. He took her hand from his face and kissed the back of it lightly. His lush lips were full and swollen upon her hand. John’s touch was akin to a feather being brushed over her skin, she tingled with the sheer pleasure contained within the sensation. He placed her hand back in her lap gently and lifted her chin up so she was looking straight into his dark blue eyes.

  There wasn’t a word spoken between them as he lowered his head and captured her trembling lips with a tender, intoxicating kiss. It left Ruth delirious and hungry for more as he pulled away and looked deep into her eyes.

  She wrapped her arms around his solid and muscular neck while he held her close with his arms wrapped around her back. Ruth shifted so she could press her throbbing, voluptuous breasts against his tee shirt clad chest. Her sensitive and rigidly hard nipples were impatiently pushing against her delicate red silk pajama top.

  John groaned under his breath as he pulled her closer to him and she reached up kissing him hard on the lips. She teased her moist tongue between his slightly parted lips and heard him moan again, louder this time. Her tongue continued exploring his mouth in its seductive sensual dance.

  He thrust his tongue into her wet mouth where it slowly stroked her tongue into complete ecstasy. Ruth ran her fingers delicately through his short brown hair and felt him playing with her long, lustrous blonde tresses.

  He gently brushed her hair over her shoulders and bent his head. His mouth placed delicate kisses to her neck and she moaned quietly as she threw her head back to allow him complete access to her skin. He nibbled the silky nakedness of her neck and Ruth felt a tremor of an orgasm race through her just from him kissing her neck. His touch excited her so much. She could feel her sexual arousal deep within her curvaceous body, her nipples grew more erect and she felt the dampness between her thighs.

  As John kissed her neck and nearly brought her to a climax again, he began fondling her achingly swollen and jiggling breasts through her top. Ruth rubbed her thighs together as though this action would stop her arousal from happening too quickly. She felt the wetness growing and took John’s hand, placing it underneath and up her top until he found her naked, eager breasts.

  “Feel them,” she whispered hungrily in his ear as he began squeezing and stroking her pert mounds and pinching her rigid nipples.

  She nibbled his ear as he squeezed her breasts harder, flicking her hard nipples lightly, causing her to squirm with delight. He tugged at her top and Ruth held her arms up while he gently pulled the flimsy red top over her arms and shoulders revealing her deliciously naked breasts. He groaned as he lowered his head and took a stiff nipple in his mouth. He sucked it while Ruth lie back on the pillows completely at his mercy.

  She reached up for his shirt and started to pull at it impatiently.

  John pulled away from her and she was shocked when he muttered, “I’ve got to go, Ruth. I’m sorry, I’ll return soon.”

  With those words, John vanished as quickly as he’d showed up, leaving Ruth completely confused and completely aroused. She groaned and thrashed in her bed, wondering if she should carry on and please herself.

  I can’t believe he disappeared and left me here wet and ready waiting for his erection to be buried inside my.

  She wanted to climax so badly and finish what he’d started but she resisted the urge to rub her wetness caress her full breasts. Instead, she pulled her top back on, switched off the lights and tried to sleep. Sleep evaded her though as she was too turned on by her encounter with John and too bemused with the reason for him leaving to find sleep.

  ***

  Her cell alarm woke her up, unfortunately when she’d finally managed to drift off. She grumbled as she fumbled for her phone, swiping her finger over the touch screen to shut the blasted blaring off. There were three new text messages from her mom asking if the train was running on time and if she were comfortable. She hastily typed a quick reply back and forced herself out of bed.

  The lure of a steamy shower called her name, so she grabbed her shower gel, and a few minutes later, was enjoying the feeling of warm water running over her shapely body. She couldn’t resist fondling her big and curvy breasts in the shower and pinching her rigid nipples, while she massaged shower gel all over them.

  Her hands dropped down to the apex between her legs and she began rubbing her damp, moist and very needy core. She was just about to ease an eager finger inside her wetness when she heard a voice whispering in her ear.

  “Let me do that for you,” John said huskily.

  No matter how disgruntled she was with him for leaving her in a state of sexual arousal last night, she wasn’t going to refuse his attention now. She gladly let him take over for her.

  Ruth gasped loudly as he pushed a finger gently inside her and she shuddered against him with her throbbing breasts bouncing together as she did so.

  Ruth stood with her legs apart and her back to the shower wall as the feeling of the warm water on her silky, smooth skin heightened her pleasure. John kissed and nibbled her neck and didn’t speak a word as he plunged his finger into her soaking core harder. Ruth held on to his firm body.

  He was still dressed, so his clothes were soaking and his tee shirt was sticking to his muscular physique. He stopped kissing her neck, and looked at her as he pushed his finger into her hot, wet sheath deeper while grabbing her curvy ass with his other hand.

  She groaned loudly knowing her climax was close and especially so once he started rubbing her sensitive clitoris lightly. It took no time at all for her orgasm to wash over her with an intensity she’d never experienced before. Her curvy body shuddered as she held John tightly. Wave after wave of ecstasy traveled through her as she felt the sweet juices of her sexual release run away with the warm water of the shower.

  “I wanted to finish what I started last night,” he said quietly as he kissed her lips.

  “And that you did to absolute perfection,” she gasped as she tried to calm her rapid breathing.

  “Good,” he said huskily as he pushed himself against her and she felt his hard erection through his soaking wet jeans. Arousal bloomed in her belly again and she quivered anticipating how he would feel inside of her.

  He’d transformed her into a sex-crazed girl and she’d only known him since yesterday. But all she desired was his huge and hard shaft thrusting into her.

  “Come on let’s get you out of here and dry,” he smiled as he helped her. Her legs were still shaking uncontrollably from her climax.

  He switched the shower off and patted her dry, rubbing her hair vigorously. She left the small bathroom and headed into the cabin where she found her clothes waiting for her.

  “You chose these for me?” she asked smiling up at him.

  He nodded his head. “Yes I thought they were perfect for a day of romance and train riding.” He smiled as she walked toward the wardrobe he’d selected for her that day.

  Ruth ran her fingers over the clothes he’d selected. John had chosen well with a knee-length flowery skirt and a plain, white short-sleeved shirt. He’d even picked out a pair
of ballerina shoes from her closet. The entire time she’d been married, Ruth had never felt this happy or content. John made her feel complete.

  The only items he’d not chosen were her lingerie. Ruth headed for her suitcase but he stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm. “No lingerie I want you to be panty free and ready for me when I want you.”

  Ruth giggled and liked the concept of no underwear. She went along with it and got dressed with her ample breasts free from the restraints of a bra. They bounced together with every step and her hard nipples protruded through her white shirt.

  John vanished again as he’d done the previous night, but at least this time; she’d been well and truly sexually satisfied prior to him disappearing on her. He never did explain why he’d left so hastily.

  She sat down in front of the mirror and dried her long hair, deciding on a half-up and half-down style for today. She carefully plaited the small ponytail at the back of her head, holding the hair off her face, and then applied some light summery make-up. Ruth noticed how her skin was glowing and put it down to meeting John and the way he made her feel like a teenager in love.

  Her feet slipped into the delicate shoes and she grabbed her bag before leaving the cabin and heading to the dining car for breakfast. She hoped it wouldn’t be too long before she saw John again. The sexual encounters were enjoyable but she thoroughly enjoyed his company.

  There was no reason for her to be concerned about it being a while before she saw him again though, as breakfast was about to prove very interesting for Ruth. As she ordered her food, her thoughts drifted to John and her heart filled with sadness when she recalled the way he’d died.

  He was so young with his whole life in front of him one minute, and then due to an innocent piece of heavy luggage falling on him, he passed away way too early. This was probably the first act of kindness he’d experienced in a very long time, and that made them very similar as Ruth had only known hatred in her marriage toward the end.

  She’d longed for closeness and tenderness, but it’d never come, so what she’d discovered with John was incredible.