8 Dante 4

She was beneath me, reveling with each touch from my fingers, each kiss I gave her, each little love bite on her throat or her ears or anywhere else I could place my scent on her. When I had woken up back in my car, at first my mind had felt like it was in a fog, I knew that something was wrong, something was missing, and, as I looked around me, seeing the restaurant, all of the memories of what had happened came back to me.

Her glamour had fallen and she looked stunning, but the fact of the glamour falling had killed all of her arousal. Instead, she was filled with fear and regret. I tried to understand, tried to keep her as close to me as possible, and when I felt her hands move over my face, I had initially thought that everything was alright. Then came a small burst of pain, followed by nothing. Just blackness. And the death I felt when I had woken up, it was from that fact that she wasn't beside me anymore.

So, I did the only thing I could do, I shifted, allowing my wolf the power to find her, and ran to the motel she had been staying at, faster than any car could go. When I had arrived, she was walking around the building, a dufflebag on her shoulder. She was planning to leave. As if I wasn't already angry about her running away the way she had, now she planned to leave my life forever. My wolf wouldn't have any of that, stepping out, letting her hear and feel the anger I felt.

But now I had her, spread out on the cheap motel bed, and the pleading look in her eyes wasn't one of wanting to leave, but one of wanting to be closer. Her fingers twitched where they held onto my shoulders, reminding me that she had somehow had the power to remove herself from my memories, even if it had only temporary. I couldn't allow that slip up again.

I pulled back enough to look over her. Her skin seemed paler, but the flush of pink across her cheeks added the color she'd seem to have lost with the glamour. I could see the pink extending to her throat, but the hoodie she was wearing obscured any further view. I needed to see it, but I couldn't let her hands out of my sight. I could tell that the hoodie was a snug fit, probably only worn because the hood itself was large and covered both her hair and face when pulled down, it worked perfect for what I had in mind.

My fingers quickly moved under the fabric, feeling the soft skin of her hips and stomach, then grabbed the fabric and pulled it up over her head. Her surprised squeak had all of my senses nearing the edges of insanity. I slid my thumbs under the strap of her bra, pulling it up with the hoodie, but stopping the fabric at the point where it was only around her wrists, and held it above her head with one hand.

"Can't have you using those magical hands of yours, now can we?" I teased into her ear.

She squirmed, but said nothing, her breathing ragged. She was clearly lost to the world, a sight I could picture seeing every night for the rest of our lives.

She let out a gasp as my free hand moved over her abdomen, at first just loving the feel of the skin-to-skin contact, then needing more. I squeezed her hip, allowing a fraction of my true strength out but making sure not to leave a mark. I was dominant, yes, but I was no abuser. And the fact that she reacted so well to the show of strength, her need and arousal scenting the room with each sound and movement she made, it was enough to urge me on. My hand slid up to cup one large breast, letting my thumb graze over her hardened peak, and the moan she released became my undoing. While my hand played with her breast and her nipple, my mouth descended on the other one, so deliciously in my view.

She cried out as I bit down hard, careful not to break any skin. I knew that when I claimed her, I wanted it to be in a spot that she would see and feel every single time she looked in a mirror. My bite would obviously heal, since it would not only claim her, but would also turn her, assuming it was possible for whatever race she was, but she would still feel my essence in that spot for the rest of her life. It would be the thing that bound us forever. And when she had her own fangs, she would do the same for me.

Her legs moved as if to close, a clear sign that she was nearing her edge. She wanted the relief of it, as all creatures would crave at this point, but she didn't seem to have the confidence. It occurred to me, from her actions, that she actually didn't have any experience in this. She had said earlier that her people didn't believe in a concept of love, so, did that also mean that they didn't do acts of sexual gratification? Even on themselves?

I smiled down, releasing both her breasts and the hoodie.

"Don't move" I warned her, enjoying as she trembled beneath me.

I leaned back onto my knees, moving myself just far enough back that, while I was looking down at her, my fingers could make quick work of the jeans in my way. With deft hands, I undid the button and zipper, seeing her lust-filled eyes watching me, then gripped the top of the material, again, grabbing her underwear as well.

She clearly understood the intent, even raising her hips ever so slightly, which made me quite proud. I pulled down the clothing until it caught on her ankles. Groaning to myself as I realized that she still had her shoes on. Either she didn't notice the slip-up, or she simply didn't care, she gave a small movement in her hips, urging me on. Even though I had told her not to move, she was clearly quite the defiant type.

I slipped off each of her shoes, tossing them to the floor, followed quickly by her socks, then the annoying pants and underwear. Finally, I had her naked beneath me, and all I needed was one look at the special spot, where I would soon be buried in, to know that her body was almost completely ready for me. I simply grazed my finger over her lower lips and it came away moist.

She squirmed again and I leaned back forward, my face just inches from hers.

"Do you want me?" I growled, knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it from her lips.

Her breath caught, her beautiful purple eyes glowing, and she nodded.

"Say it!" I demanded.

I knew that she was strong, but she clearly liked when I was like this, demanding, dominant. It was very pleasing.

"I-I want...you...please" she gasped, her voice shaking.

All the encouragement I needed, I let my fingers slide past the soaked lips, finding first the swollen button that would send her over the edge she needed. I massaged it, hearing each moan and gasp, every unspoken plea for more. Then, right as she came, I slammed 2 of my thick fingers into that tight hole of hers. She groaned her release, moisture spraying over the bed and over my legs where they rested between her own. It was the most amazing thing I had ever seen.

Once the walls of her hole relaxed again, I began to move my fingers, massaging and spreading the entrance. I wasn't the largest wolf, in that particular area, but I was still rather large compared to most. And, she was still more the size of a human, which meant that she was likely, in no way, prepared. Not to mention the fact that I could tell from the feeling within her, that tight channel hadn't even been used by herself. She was completely pure. But not for much longer.

I knew I couldn't wait much more, but I had to control myself long enough to make sure that she would feel as minimal pain as possible. Come time for the third finger she was moaning and writhing again, her release building. But, this time, I would not let her cum until I was buried balls deep within her.

"Please..." she begged.

It was the last straw for me. I pulled my fingers from her body and lined the head of my dick against the desired entrance. I knew she wanted to move her arms, but she still kept them above her head, where I had held them. Past the point of caring, I ripped the fabric of the hoodie away and her arms immediately wrapped around my neck as I plunged into the tightly squeezing hole.

Part of me had wanted to be gentle, it was her first time, but I was past the point of control. I knew that it had hurt her, it would no matter how gentle I had been, as her body not only accepted all of me, but the wall of her virginity broke, giving the room a slight metallic smell that I knew would pass shortly.

I wanted to move, but I made myself stay still, sheathed completely within her, letting her body adjust to the change. She was biting her lower lip again, her nails digging into my skin despite being cut short. How would it feel when it wasn't nails, but claws? The thought made me twitch, resulting in a loud moan from her.

I couldn't hold back anymore, starting to move my hips slowly, pulling out from her body, looking down only long enough to see the red tinge that covered my cock. Proud of what I was doing, I thrust back in, hard and deep. She cried out and moaned my name as I began my rhythm. In and out, slow, then hard, until I couldn't go slow anymore. I began to pound into her, hard, fast, and needy. She clung onto me, her body shivering with each movement, her legs wrapping around my waist as if to keep me within her. She didn't know how close to danger we both were at this point.

I lost track of time, feeling only her muscles tightening around me. She was close, and I couldn't lie, I was as well. She buried her face into my shoulder, as if she could stifle her cries against my skin. Of course, I didn't stop, I kept going, even as she became so tight it was difficult to move. At my limit, I pushed into her as deeply as possible, feeling her body explode around me, and feeling myself explode within her. With her smelling of my seed, there was only one thing left to do to fully satisfy my wolf.

First I gave the spot between her shoulder and neck a hard lick, finding the most sensitive point, and then I dug my fangs deeply into the soft skin. She stiffened, and I knew that it had hurt. The bite always hurt at first, all wolves knew that about biting a non-wolf. But as my essence moved through my saliva, through my fangs, her body began to relax. It was proof that she wasn't fighting it. She was accepting my bite and my wolf was rolling with the excitement of it.

I felt as each drop of my essence filled her, similar to the feeling of my seed within her tight channel. Even if she couldn't conceive my child, she was mine.

I listened as her breathing and heart rate rose, then settled, several times, as she felt the flow of my essence throughout her entire body. She clung to me, her body heating up then settling.

Finally, I pulled my fangs from her skin, pulling back enough to watch her dazed expression, while still remaining buried deep within her precious hole. I only pulled out of her when I saw her eyes drifting closed with exhaustion. She would probably have had more stamina, but the pain of the first time, mixed with being bitten, would easily exhaust anyone. And, when she woke up, I would be able to see her own wolf. I wondered if it would have fur as blue as her hair. Though I didn't like the thought of taking the purple hue away from her amazing eyes.