Bite Me (2 page)

"Please don't leave," she
begged, licking her lips and squirming on the bed. Maybe it was
something in the hormones that were crossing between them or maybe
she was just horny from the rush of adrenaline from the past hour,
but she wanted Greg badly, more than she ever wanted anyone before.
"Please stay with me."

Greg's lips curled above
his fangs, his breath coming in short growls, his voice deepening.
"I can even taste the scent of your desire, it's so strong. You
dare to want me like this?" In a flash, he was straddling her on
the bed, pinning her hands above her head with inhuman strength,
his broad body looming over hers.

There were still spots of
blood on his cheek, the blood of the men he'd killed for her.

Mariah tried to turn her
head away but he grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him.
Mariah gasped at his eyes that had gone from blue to bright yellow,
huge irises stark black against gold. She could feel his hard cock
pressing against her belly and she moaned, pleading with him
wordlessly for release.

His laughter was hollow as
he slid up to kneel above her, his dripping cock waving in a
tantalizing bounce against Mariah's lips. Without preamble, he
shoved it into her willing mouth, the thick, long flesh stretching
her jaws painfully as she clumsily tried to suck him. After a
moment of this, he simply snarled and grabbed her by the hair
pumping his cock into her mouth, making her gag and drool. It grew
hard to breathe as he fucked her mouth mercilessly and the world
started to retreat into a hazy swirl of black dots dancing before
her eyes.

Sensing that she was about
to pass out, he pulled himself out. The transformation had become
even more pronounced as thick hair covered his chest and arms, his
fingernails lengthening into the same razor-sharp nails she'd seen
in the woods. Still gasping for air, Mariah shuddered, desire
rolling through her in waves while thinking about how dangerous
this was, pinned beneath this powerful, unpredictable creature who
could turn on her in a second, feasting on her instead of fucking
her if he so desired.

A tingle of lustful fear
skittered through Mariah's body, its heat pooling in her cunt. She
moaned and raised her hips to gain more contact against the
bristly, yet soft, fur that was now covering most of his chest and
thighs. Greg responded by tearing open her blouse and skirt with
one shallow swipe of his claws. The bra and panties followed
quickly and she was naked underneath his hulking frame. His face
was still human but barely so with the bright yellow eyes examining
his prize with cold intensity.

He panted over her, gently
scraping his paw over her breasts. One claw nicked the skin,
creating a thin red line of blood. Greg stared at it, fascinated.
His long wolf tongue flicked out and licked at it, sending an
electric shock through Mariah's trembling body. He kept licking,
full swipes over her soft breasts and aching nipples until she was
a writhing, moaning mess.

She wrapped herself around
his fur-covered body, hands around his thick neck and her legs
around his waist, rubbing her clit wantonly against him, the
softness tickling the folds of her sopping pussy. She looked down
and stared longingly at his sheathed cock and huge ball sack, her
entire world reduced to this one desire, to be fucked by this
magnificent predator. A murderous, powerful monster that had her in
his grip to do with what he pleased -- just the notion filled her
with a rush of excitement.

She wanted this. She wanted
to be his bitch in heat, nothing more.

The wolf easily scooped her
up by the waist, pressing the wet tip of his cock to her hole. She
cried out as he rubbed it slowly in circles around the slick fold,
showing far too much restraint. Greg was salivating, his body
shaking with the effort of not transforming completely as Mariah
spurred him on with the wanton circles of her pussy over his
cock.

His pre cum made her even
wetter, as did Greg's bites to her breast which were hard enough to
bruise. The pain only added to the pleasure, creating the feeling
of being devoured whole by a creature who hungered for her flesh in
every way. She wanted to be consumed by him, impaled on his prick
and reaching out, she stroked him urging him to enter her.

His thick cock plunged
inside without notice, knocking the wind out of her. She felt
breathless and full, stretched to the limit by him. He thrust
ferociously, the coarsely furred hips scraping the tender skin of
her inner thighs raw. The sounds she started to make were almost as
inhuman as his, her short high-pitched cries were the perfect
compliment to his throaty growls.

"You are my bitch," he
panted into her ear. "My mate. Mine." His sudden howl shook the
cabin. "Mine!"

Mariah screamed, still
impaled on the wolf's massive prick, pleasure rippling through her
body in the most intense orgasm she'd ever felt. He kept pumping in
and out of her limp body, pressing his substantial weight against
her and she rode him bonelessly, moaning low in her throat as he
finished -- the long furred face over her signaling that the
transformation was complete.

Two, three hot spurts
inside of her and he was done. The blood still thundered in
Mariah's ears, her body electric with the sheer intensity of mating
with such a powerful beast-of-prey. Spent, he lay beside, panting
for air as she curled up against his warm fur, feeling tiny and
safe against his gigantic body. He cradled her and his eyes closed
in sleep. Mariah drifted off as the muscled chest behind her rose
and fell with every breath the werewolf took.

~*~

Mariah woke to a long, soft tongue lapping sloppily between her
legs. Her hips rose lazily to meet each swipe, then with more
fervor as she became more awake. The licking was mindlessly hungry
and felt delicious, nothing like the over-thought, carefully
targeted swipes of previous lovers. She surrendered to the
sensation, rolling her hips up to meet the questing tongue of the
still-transformed Greg. His mouth worried her enthusiastically
until she shuddered with an climax that lit every nerve in her body
with delight.

Breathlessly, she rolled
the surprisingly pliant beast over onto his back and without
preamble, lowered herself onto his stiff wolf prick fucking the
hairy sheath with abandon. The werewolf grunted as he met every
thrust, banging deep inside of her as far as she could stand it.
Mariah rode him, her head thrown back, lolling with pleasure as he
stretched her nearly to the breaking point.

This was raw mating and
Mariah loved it, clutching at the fur on his chest with shaking
fingers. He fucked her until she spasmed above him and finished off
with a hot spurt of his wolf juices into her, his canines sharp and
gleaming as he came.

She collapsed atop him and
when she came to the werewolf was gone, replaced by Greg, her
erstwhile co-worker who looked very pleased with himself -- and
with her. "Are you okay?" he asked, brushing her sticky hair away
from her face.

"Never been better," she
purred and meant it.

"Just to let you know, you
are my first. Mate, that is," he said, with endearing shyness. It
was quite the contrast to the beast he was, in bed and out. "I
never felt any woman would be willing."

"They don't know what
they're missing," Mariah said, stretching out and rubbing her
nipples lazily. She felt absolutely sated, fucked out, filled and
sore. It was glorious. "I don't suppose we could try this again
sometime."

Greg sat up and looked
intently at her. "Wolfs take mating seriously. Werewolves aren't
that much different. When I transform again, I will be seeking you
out and if you're willing ..."

Mariah laughed. "Oh, I'm
willing all right. But do I really have to until a full moon?"

Greg grinned at her.
"Maybe. Or maybe not. I think I'll keep you guessing."

Oh, this was going to be
fun. "So unfair. I suppose we'll have to get moving. My family
might get worried about me if I don't get in touch with them at
some point." She looked down at her nakedness and then over to her
shredded clothing covering the floor. "I don't suppose you have
..."

"A t-shirt and some sweat
pants? Yep. I rip my clothes a lot too, as you might imagine." With
a wry grin, Greg leaned over and kissed Mariah, sweetly on the
mouth, his not-quite-beastly tongue caressing hers.

She sighed into the kiss.
Even this part isn't so bad. And the benefits to come ...

Were going to be wild.