TheWolfInside (11 page)

Slowly, I
lick the fat head and the tangy warmth of his man seed flows across my taste
buds, exciting them for more. The bulging edges of his cock thick with veins so
large I’m not sure I can fit it all into my mouth, but I might as well try.
Opening wide I ease over it, trying to hold my hips still as his lips and
tongue assault my slit with tingling jolts of pleasure. The sensation of his hot
member beating against me makes my mind fuzzy, and I slip his swollen dick into
my mouth as far as it will go, bobbing my head and swirling my tongue over the
shaft with mounting fervor. My whole body prickles as the lust in my groin
travels up my spin and down my legs. I can’t hold still any longer. I move my
hips in time with his skillful tongue, my mouth lubricating his cock with each
suck.

Suddenly,
Caleb slaps my ass, the skin burning in the shape of his handprint, and he
nudges me forward and off his face.

Regretfully,
I release his cock from my mouth crawl. Does he want me to ride him right here?
I don’t care as long as he gives me something good and rough like I’ve always
wanted.

His legs
slip out from under mine with more dexterity than a man of his size seems
capable. I almost stand up, but his large hands pull me by the ankles into his
powerful form. “I’m going to claim you and there’s nothing you can do about
it,” he growls as he leans his muscular body over mine, the slick heat of his
cock pressing into my ass cheeks.

“I don’t
want to do anything about it,” I say and glance over my shoulder at him.

“Good,” he
says and digs large fingers into my full hips. Doggy style is totally
appropriate for a moment like this.

I bite my
lips, my whole body on fire for his entrance, my pussy aching for the intrusion
while I mentally prepare myself for his massive cock. Slowly, the head nudges
into me, spreading me wide with its burning meat. I moan as it inches inside-
it’s been too long since I’ve been with a man, but I can take a pounding and
enjoy it no problem.

“I’m not
going to break,” I breathe when he finally buries himself to the hilt, the
tickle of his pubic hair and balls on my ass.

“Good,” he
growls and slams into me.

God! The
blunt head of his cock strikes that perfect part deep inside, and stars dance
before my eyes even in the sunny light of the room. I bend over further, giving
him deeper access to my rich pussy and moan into the floor. This is it. This is
what I’ve always wanted. I belong to Caleb Ulven, and I couldn’t be happier.

Velvety
desire floods my veins, each thrust into my hot center nudging my body closer
to orgasm. I tremble all over, my skin slick and feverish with sweat. My body
is nothing by nerves receiving pleasure. Our connection is totally complete.

Suddenly,
his hands grope down to my belly, run up the milky skin of my chest and grab my
full breasts. The added sensation makes it impossible to focus on anything else
but this perfect moment- this lustful bliss.

I cum just
as his hot seed spills inside of me, the orgasm rocking my body to the core.
Twitching and moaning, my pussy grips onto his cock like it never wants him to
leave. I know exactly how it feels.

Caleb’s
weight presses into me and we collapse on the floor. Pressing my face into the
rug, I pant for breath, my mind still lost in the fogs of pleasure as my heart
nearly bangs out of my chest.

Caleb Ulven
wants me. He likes me- maybe he loves me. This is all I’ve ever wanted. I don’t
even care if he’s a weird beast-man, as long as I get to have him.

“Callie,” he
breathes into my ear, his deflating dick still buried inside of me just like it
should be. His lips brush my cheek with surprising gentleness.

“Hm?” I
mumbled in a dreamy voice.

“You saved
me too.”

Funny. I
know just what he means.

The
Mermaid and the Wolf

Muriel
sipped her champagne and adjusted her dress. The deep purple gown complimented
her pale skin and red hair, and it was low-cut enough to show off her finely
rounded breasts. But she wasn’t used to tops without straps. What if it slid
down all the way and her boobs popped out for the entire company to see? Well
if Raul, the company’s gorgeous VP saw she wouldn’t really mind. Maybe then
he’d whisk her off her feet like she’d always dreamed. Yeah right.
That
wasn’t going to happen.

Of course
the company’s yearly benefit just had to be on a yacht! At least it was evening
and no one expected her to swim. They’d be in for a big surprise as soon as she
hit the water and her legs turned into a bright green fish tail. She fingered
the little shell necklace she always wore, the one that let her retain human
form while on land, and sighed. Time was almost up. If she didn’t find true
love before the next full moon she’d have to go back to the sea for good. And it
turned out finding true love wasn’t as easy as it seemed. Most of the men she
dated were frogs and not princes- and the one man she longed for didn’t even
notice her! It was going to be a long night.

Muriel
glanced inside at the mingling crowd all dressed to the nines and eating their
share of caviar and shrimp. Too bad they didn’t have any kelp. It was hard to
enjoy eating fish when she could talk to them. But that wasn’t even the worst
of it. A woman- a gorgeous blonde woman with huge fake tits- stood on Raul’s
arm. Muriel didn’t remember him mentioning a girlfriend, so maybe it was just a
first date sort of thing. Not that it mattered. The perfect Spaniard was too
rich and cultured to ever be interested in a lowly receptionist. He hardly even
looked at her as he walked into his office each morning although she worked the
front desk. Just like her father always said- coming landside wasn’t as
glamorous as it sounded. Would life have been better if she stayed under the
sea? Sighing, she downed her first glass of champagne and went in search of
another.

Two glasses
of bubbly later, Muriel stood on the upper deck of the stern looking over the
starry night sky. Even in the dead of summer the wind picked up and blew a
chilly breeze across the bay- meaning the water beneath was even colder than
the air. Unlike normal humans she wasn’t affected by the cold so the shawl she
wore was just for show. Waves rocked the yacht, the water slapping against the
ship’s sides. Could the little vessel withstand an assault by the sea? She
hoped so. If not, her secret might come to light.

Glancing at
the deck below she saw Raul standing alone. He leaned over the rail with his
back to her, his chocolate brown hair neatly combed behind his ears. The deep
golden hue of his skin was lost in the darkness as were his disconcerting hazel
eyes. He held a small glass of something strong, probably whisky, in a glass
and sipped at it from time to time.

As she
looked at him Muriel realized she’d never seen him look so totally human. For
once he wasn’t the rich man she lusted after, he was a man with a real life and
real problems, not just some fantasy. If she hurried she might be able to catch
a word with him before his date showed up again. The lights of the shore
twinkled just like the stars. They’d be pulling in to the dock in less than
half an hour- that meant she had to be quick!

Just as she
turned to go a wave rocked the boat, tipping it from side to side. On the deck
below Raul lost his footing and tipped over the edge of the railing,
disappearing into the dark, angry waters of the sea.

No one
shouted or ran to the stern with a life vest- that meant no one but her even
saw him go over the edge. Damn it! She kicked off her shoes and dived into the
water. As her body hit the surface her legs fused into one powerful tail
covered in shimmering scales. The slim skirt of her gown ripped as she swam.
Hours of work perfecting her hairdo and applying her make up ruined in the
matter of seconds by the harsh sea. It didn’t matter. Raul’s life was worth it.

Moving
through the water Muriel searched for him. Even in the darkness she could sense
life, but she didn’t see anything! Then, near the surface, she spotted a huge
wolf paddling toward the shore. Waves kept breaking over the poor beast’s head
and for each stride it made in progress another wave shoved it backwards twice
as far.

That didn’t
make any sense! She saw Raul go over and now he was nowhere to be found! And
where the hell did that wolf come from?

As the beast
drew closer she noticed the remains of a tuxedo jacket clinging to its great
furry body. Did that mean the wolf was Raul? Was that even possible? Well, if
she was a mermaid, why not? The only problem was she couldn’t really pull a big
wolf back on the yacht; they’d have to swim to shore instead.

Without a
word to the beast, she wrapped her arms around it and beat her tail against the
current. They shot forward in one swift bound. To Muriel’s surprise, the wolf
didn’t growl. He just did his best to keep his head above the water as she swam
toward land.

By the time
they reached the shore the moon shone high over their heads. Raul’s body hung
cold and limp in her arms as she dragged him onto the sand. Pushing down on his
chest, he coughed and sputtered, whining as he tried to get to his feet.

“Calm down.
You nearly drowned out there so you’ll be weak for a little while,” she said
and ran her hands over his sopping coat.

The animal
turned its keen eyes to hers and looked over her tail flapping in the gentle
waves. Slowly the wolf shifted back into a man, and Raul sat naked in front of
her- his hair dripping into his face and his muscular chest ripe and ready for
action. His hazel eyes seemed to pick out the starlight and reflect it back at
her while the broken crook of his nose gave his stunning good looks a semblance
of ruggedness. He looked so perfectly fuckable she nearly kissed him right then
and there!

“You saved
me, Muriel,” he said in a voice still rough from seawater.

 “What
else could I do? You were drowning out there. I- I didn’t even know you knew my
name.”

His eyes
traveled over her body, and she blushed at how unkempt she must look. Wet hair
and running mascara- just lovely! Raul stopped when he got to her chest and
raised a sculpted eyebrow. “You are a beautiful woman with perfect assets. How
could I not notice you?”

Muriel
glanced down and the heat rushed to her cheeks. Of course her dress slipped
down while she swam, and now her perky breasts stood at sharp attention in the
cool evening air. If she pulled up the top he’d know she was embarrassed, but
it she left it down what did that mean? He just said she was beautiful so maybe
she stood a chance with him!

“Um, thank
you,” she said and glanced between his legs at the half hard cock nestled in
its bed of curls. “You have some admirable assets as well.”

The corner
of his mouth turned up just slightly. “In my human form perhaps, but I’m an
animal, Muriel. A wolf. It’s a dark secret.”

She flipped
her tail against the sand. “Look at me! I’m part fish for Triton’s sake! I
think I know a thing or two about secrets.”

Reaching
forward, he stoked his strong hands over her pearlescent scales. The heat of
his fingers seeped into her veins and sent shockwaves of lust over his body.
Could he be her true love? They’d have to kiss in order to find out.

“But I have
a wolfish hunger, Muriel. I can’t contain myself at times,” Raul growled.

“What does
that mean? Wait! Do you want to eat me?” she cried and crawled back across the
sand. The waves washing over the shore kept her body in its mermaid state. How
was she supposed to get away from a hungry wolf?

Raul moved
toward her- his tight muscles shifting under his skin and his eyes aglow with
moonlight. “More than you can possibly imagine.”

Muriel
flopped toward the sea- her only chance of escape. This couldn’t be happening!
She’d just saved his life and now he wanted to eat her! Her father was right!
Land dwellers were bloodthirsty maniacs!

Waves rolled
onto the sand and broke over her body, but she needed depth in order to move
freely. Then Raul’s strong hands grabbed her tail and yanked her farther onto
the beach and away from the freedom of the ocean beyond. Slowly, he crawled
over her trembling body, his hands hot and purposeful on her scales and skin.

She pushed
his shoulders, but she might as well have tried pushing a boulder; he hardly
moved an inch. Staring into his impossibly handsome face, she begged. “Please!
Don’t eat me!”

His lips
turned up into a smirk. “I think you’ll enjoy it,” he snarled and lowered his
mouth to her hardened nipples. His teeth grazed the pink nubs as he suckled,
jolts of heady desire flowing through Muriel’s body at his touch.

“Ah,” she
gasped and wound her fingers into his thick mane of hair. This was unexpected
but not unappreciated.

Raul’s
fingers lingered over her tail’s scales, the scorching heat of his hands
burning with need all over her body. His lips traveled down her stomach, each
kiss filling her world with trembling delight. “Can you transform back into a
woman?” he asked as his tongue teased her belly button. The full hardness of
his cock pressed into her side, exciting her even more. Sure, she’d had other
lovers, but none of those men made her heart skip a beat when she looked at
them.

“Yes, but I
have to dry off first,” she moaned.

Raul grinned
a wolfish grin and licked up her chest. “But I want you soaking wet, my
darling,” he said and pressed his lips into hers.

Fireworks
exploded under her eyes as they kissed; their tongues dancing the tango in
perfect unison as she gripped onto his strong back and pressed her chest into
his muscular body. The scent to sea air and wolf musk filled her nose; her
veins igniting with lust as she gave into the moment- gave into her desire for
the Spanish wolf. He nipped at her lips, rough bites that pinched and pulled
the skin with delightful pain. Muriel moaned into each one as her mind fogged
over with want.

Pulling
back, Raul looked into her eyes- her lips swollen from the intensity of his
mouth. “It’s you,” he growled, his bare chest rumbling against hers.

“What’s me?”

Suddenly, he
leaned back, his face pensive in the dim light of the night sky. “Are you dry
enough yet?”

Had she done
something wrong? Why did he suddenly pull away? She’d felt the magic of their
kiss. He was her true love- at least that’s what she always imagined true
love’s kiss would feel like. It should be fireworks, not a dead fish, right?
Muriel sighed and shook the last drops of water from her tail. Holding the
shell around her neck she closed her eyes and let the magic flow over her body.
It tingled across her skin- the scales blending into her shapely nude legs.

He smiled at
her human form and lifted one of her feet to his lips, kissing it tenderly on
the top. “Now, I need you to get up and run.”

Muriel
stared at him, and her heart pounded in her chest. “What? Why?”

“I didn’t
say to ask questions. Run, Muriel, if you know what’s good for you.”

Her dress
hung in a damp rag around her waist and her little lace panties were lost
somewhere at sea. But the dangerous glint in Raul’s eyes made her stand up on
shaking legs- the sand cool and rough beneath her feet.

“Run!” he
cried, his voice more animal than human.

Turning on
her heels, Muriel dashed across the beach as fast as her feet would carry her.
Behind she heard the growl of a wolf and the sound of feet padding across the
sand. Why did he chase her? Was this some wolf tradition or did he really want
to eat her? If so, she’d have to get back in the water to get away from Raul
and his Mercurial temperament.

Suddenly,
his body engulfed her, knocking her to the ground. Together they rolled, the
sand digging into their skin as they tumbled through it. Once they stopped,
Muriel’s face dug into the rough surface while Raul’s body encompassed her from
behind. Without a word he ripped at her dress, turning the expensive fabric
into nothing but rags in the matter of seconds.

Muriel
scrambled forward, trying to find purchase in the uneven ground as Raul
stripped her completely. “Still trying to get away? Good. That’s what I like,”
he moaned and kissed the smooth skin on her back.

Wait. He
liked this. He wanted her to run just so he could chase her? Come to think of
it, while her own heart hammered in her chest her pussy dripped with need at
the pursuit. Did she like this too? The overwrought intensity of getting chased
and caught?

Powerful
hands gripped her hips, lips massaging her back as the rough edge of his cheek
tickled her delicate skin. Each touch made it harder to fight him off- harder
to try and get away. Lifting her ass into the air Raul spread her thighs with
forceful purpose, the wet pressure of his tongue trailing over the aching need
of her clit. An inferno of passion burned in her belly and erupted over her
entire body as he lapped at her pussy, his mouth a newfound world of wonder.

“Ah. Ah,”
she gasped and dug her fingers into the sand as she pressed herself into his
face. A feverish sweat broke over her skin as she writhed under his strong
hands. Yes. This is just what she needed- just what she always dreamed of!