Wolf Moon

                She leaned on the door jam, waiting, the dark night spilling out behind her. She could hear him inside.  Would he answer?  I mean, she knew the rules.  She was just tired of obeying them.  His sigh was audible before he even opened the door revealing him in only his old worn jeans, already prepared with a stern look.

                “You shouldn’t be here,” he said.

                ‘I want to be here,” she replied.

                When he said nothing else, she smiled.

                “My, my, what big eyes you have.”

                She caught the flicker of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

                “I’m not playing this game with you, Red.”

                She pouted and his resolve broke a little further.

                “But I brought you something.”

                He smiled at the redheaded girl determined to break through every barrier he had.

                “Is it a basket of treats?”

                She laughed and placed her hand on his bare chest, pushing him back inside.

                “No, silly.  Your treat is my basket.”

                He groaned.

                “I can’t, Red.  You really should go.  It’s too close.  What if I lose control?”

                She smiled, closing the door behind her.

                “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.  Meanwhile…”

                She opened her cloak and slipped it to the floor, leaving her in nothing but a pair of thigh high leather boots.

                “So naughty, Red.” He leaned in and nipped at her lower lip as his fingertips traced the curve of her hip.  “So fucking naughty.”

                She held on to the satchel she always carried as he led her down the cabin’s short hall to his bedroom.  She could feel his nerves, his fear.  But she also knew that she had him and that’s all she wanted.  The cool air settled on her skin as he pushed her through the door, his eyes pinned to her full ass.

                “I like the boots,” he said.

                She dropped her bag and turned, reaching for him.

                “No, you know the rules.  Drop your hands.”

                She did, lowering her arms to her side.

                “So alpha,” she laughed and he narrowed his eyes.

                He could devour her.  She was a short little thing, but her curves were ridiculous.  Round hips, full heavy breasts tipped with tight pink nipples… and the strip of silky red hair covering her pussy drove him crazy.  The heels on her boots gave her a couple of extra inches, but she still didn’t reach his shoulder.  He knew he wouldn’t make it through this.  She shouldn’t have tracked him down out here.  This was where he came to be safe, to make sure he didn’t hurt anyone.  He never should have told her about this place.  But here they were.

                “Unbutton my jeans,” he said.

                She stepped forward, the backs of her fingers grazing his abdomen as she undid the top button.  He sucked in a breath as she worked her way down until she brushed the base of his cock.  She opened his pants and slid them over his hips to the floor, watching as he kicked them aside.  She loved that he went commando.  It reminded her that he was always a little wild.

                “On your knees.  You know what to do.”

                She did.  And she loved doing it.  She lowered herself to her knees, though her boots made it a little tricky.  She lifted her eyes to his as she rubbed her cheek against him.  She heard him grown as she nuzzled him. She always did that first, before anything else and he fucking loved it.  She smiled then, wrapping her hand around the base of his cock and running her tongue along the length of him.  She loved the way he tasted.  The way he smelled. She did it again, before opening wider and wrapping her lips around the head and sucking him in.  Her hand worked him slowly as she found a rhythm between her fist and her mouth, stroking, licking, sucking as his hands nestled in her hair, pulling her deeper.  She moaned and he felt it in his balls, jolting his hips forward.  He wasn’t going to last, but he didn’t want it like this.  He felt the stirring beneath his skin that he was trying to fight.  He pulled her off, undone when she looked up at him, swollen lips wet with saliva, eyes glazed with need.

                “Stand up and lose the boots.”

                His voice was deeper, hoarse, gravelly.  She was going to undo him.

                He waited as she maneuvered out of the leather and tossed it aside, then moved to the bed and reached for her, pulling her down on top of him.  She straddled his broad hips, positioning herself over his thick cock.  He let his fingers glide over her slick pussy first, feeling her swollen clit and her wet entrance.  She whimpered.

                “Please…”

                “I love it when you ask so nicely.”

                With one hand at her hips he pulled her down as he thrust up inside of her.  She cried out, unable to stop herself as he stretched her, filled her and fuck, she’d never felt anything like him and she knew it every time.  She leaned forward, her nipples brushing his chest as she braced herself over him, riding him hard, hips moving, gyrating in perfect time to his thrusts.  His grunts grew thicker.  Heavier.  Beneath her hands she felt him moving, changing.  For a moment, panic filled his eyes.

                “I’m losing it,” he said.

                “It’s alright.  We’re safe.  Let it go.”

                Muscles shifted and changed beneath her.  Skin gave way to rippling fur.  And his face, his perfect face transformed to something between man and wolf.  His cock thickened.  Lengthened.  She cried out as his hands, tipped in claws, dug into her hips.  She bit her lip as she looked into his golden eyes.  He kept fucking her.  She knew, she’d known, but this…

                “Don’t stop.  Fuck, please don’t stop!”

                He growled at her cries, fucking her fiercely, filling her completely.  He watched as she dropped one hand between them and began rubbing her clit, moaning wildly as she came apart.  He held her down on him as she writhed through her orgasm, her pussy gripping him like a fist until he came inside her.

                “Oh God,” she moaned.

                She leaned forward, allowing herself to feel him beneath her, resting on his broad chest and feeling his arms come around her.  His chin came to rest on her head and she wondered what he was thinking, what it meant for him to be like this with her.  She knew what it meant for her.  It wasn’t what she’d thought.

                She woke in the morning and smiled at the warm skin beneath her cheek.

                “You’re back,” she said.

                “You’re still here,” he replied.

                “I am.”

                “You didn’t kill me,” he said, quietly.

                She looked up, wondering how much he knew.

                “I know who you are.  I know you’re a hunter.  I took my chances.”

                She shook her head.

                “I couldn’t.  I can’t.  You’re you.”

                She dropped her head back down on his chest, wondering if this was the end of the line for her.

                “I can’t,” he said, reading her thoughts. “You’re you.”

                He rolled her warm body beneath him and brushed his lips across hers.

                “I’ll take more of this instead, Red.”

                He nestled himself between her thighs as she hummed with pleasure, the truth finally setting them both free.