1 Night with the Wolf

She came to the woods to complete her book but she got more than she bargained for.

Maia looked into the beast's glowing eyes as it growled at her, baring his sharp fangs as it looked down on her, its claws pressing against the base of her throat. She could have fainted with fright right then and there.

She was only trying to help, why did it end up like this?

The wolf howled at the open window, at the bright light of the full moon. It was beyond chilling.

She held her breath. Though stricken with fear, she couldn't help but admire the beast's beauty. The grey fur seemed silvery under the moonlight.

Before she could think what she was doing, her hand reached out to touch. The animal didn't seem to appreciate and snapped at her with a more menacing growl. She tightly closed her eyes in fright. She's gonna die.

Instead of being eaten, she felt a coarse wet texture swipe across her cheek followed by some sniffing on her neck. After deliberating with herself, she opened her eyes and watched as the beast sniffed her. It licked her all over her neck and jaw, then let out a frantic howl again.

For a moment, the room had gone pitch black as a cloud drifted by and covered the moon. Her loud heartbeat was ringing in her ears as she waited to regain her sense of sight. She could hear his low growls as his silhouette distorted. The few seconds seemed like eternity. And when the moonlight finally hit them again, gone was the huge beast and in its place was a man, pinning her down on the sofa. Instead of silvery coat, dark long hair covered most of his face, looking down at her with dark stormy eyes.

Were-wolf.

He started sniffing her again, this time, brushing his body lightly against hers. It didn't take long for her to realize that he was completely naked in front of her. If his bare thighs against her own were any indication.

Of all nights, why did she have to wear nothing but an oversize sweatshirt and a pair of panties to bed?

"Fuck, what is this?" he sounded angry which made her even more afraid. He looked like he was high on something, he looked groggy from whatever drug he was using.

His lips and fangs grazed her skin, sending shivers all over her body. She never knew her neck could be so sensitive.

"S-stop.." she protested weakly.

His response was a nip at the base of her neck.

She tried to push him away but he easily caught her wrists and pinned them to either side of her face. "I don't think that's possible right now." With that he claimed her mouth to an open-mouthed kiss. It was the wildest kiss she has ever experience. His mouth was so hot and his taste intoxicated her, overwhelming her senses with intense desire. His fangs hurt the corners of her mouth but his tongue excited her as it duelled with hers.

Soon after, she felt his hands roam about her body. It was then that she realized she was no longer his captive. Instead, she had her arms around him, edging him to deepen the kiss.

He let go of her lips and buried his face on the crevice between her neck and shoulder. He looked like he was struggling to keep his senses, he was breathing really hard.

"A-are you okay?" she asked in a small voice. What was she doing worrying about her would-be rapist?!

He turned to looked at her. His eyes shone like silver as he stared at her. Their gazes intertwined and held for what seemed like eternity. And before she knew it, their lips connected again like they were drawn to each other. The heat spread from the pit of her stomach until it consumed her brain. She couldn't think straight. She had never felt such intense need for someone before.

He pulled her to his arms without breaking the kiss. The moment her body made contact to his she felt his heat. He was big and hot and so damn hard. And he made sure she knows it. He pressed her pelvis against his as he continued to ravish her mouth. A gasp escaped from her lips and he pursued her.

She was becoming lightheaded when he cupped her buttocks from behind and parted her thighs to accommodate his arousal. His rough hands were hot against the sensitive skin.

She moaned helplessly at the feel of his rock-hard member against her femininity. She cursed a million times inside her head as she opened up her body for him. She desperately clung to him, her left leg latched itself to the back of his thigh, wanting to feel more of his heat.

"Fuck," he cursed, half-growling. She could feel the fast beating of his heart against her chest, like it's gonna burst any minute now. His grip became painful, it was as if he was fighting against himself. "I can't.. anymore.. Let me have you."

She could feel his pulsating arousal against her own, his jaw clenched with suppressed desires, Yet he refused to move without her consent. The desperation in his eyes and torment in his voice got to her, but more importantly, her own lust drowned out all other considerations, she needed to feel him inside of her. She hugged him tightly. He took it as her consent. He wasted no time to get rid of her clothes. Like the beast that he was, he tore at her shirt, baring her breasts for his gaze.

He didn't even give her time to feel embarrassed, he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked on it hard, making her toes curl. She cried out. Then he soothed her by playing with the hardened peaks with his tongue and his hand, tasting, kneading almost violently.

He kept other hand busy as well, it found its way to the junction between her thighs. He rubbed her wet core through the thin fabric until it was unbearable for her. "Please.."

He looked straight into her eyes, his was burning with raging desires while hers were clouded with hazy passion. With his sharp nails, he tore through her underwear and touched her directly.

She whimpered, her mouth agape at the touch of his fingers. He rubbed her clit with the pads of his fingers and she kept on moving her hips for more. He tried to insert a finger but his long nails poke at her skin. Before she could guess what he intended to do, he went down on her. He lifted her butt up against his open mouth and feasted on the core of her desire.

She screamed at the sheer pleasure. She grabbed his hair in an attempt to save herself from drowning in the sea of pleasure he forced on her. Every flick of his evil tongue drove her insane, pushing it between her folds as deeply as he could. He played with her nub with his tongue and sucked it hard. She came in his mouth. The pleasure rocked her whole body and made her mind go blank.

She didn't realize she had her eyes tightly shut until she opened them and saw him. He was kneeling between her parted legs like a demigod. Lord, but he was gorgeous. His face was handsome, thick eyebrows, sculpted nose, sexy unamused mouth and that dark ruthless gaze that sent delicious shivers down her spine. Her gaze slipped down to his body, she instantly felt hot. He was lean with his well-toned arms, wide shoulders and firm chest. He had a perfect eight-pack above his full arousal. Her mouth ran dry. She never knew they get that big.

He gripped her hip and with his other hand, positioned his member at her entrance without breaking eye contact. She grabbed his arm on her hip, lying there entirely at his mercy.

He paused and shifted his body so he could lean over to look at her more closely, his eyes were dead serious. With this distance, she realized how ragged his breathing was, like he was trying hard to control himself. He intertwined their fingers and then he said, "You are mine." He penerated her slowly at first, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead as he strained to enter her. "Fuck, you're so tight."

She bit on his chin, it wasn't her fault he was so big.

He could've chuckled but she couldn't be too sure. He sought her lips for a deep hard kiss and with one powerful thrust he embedded himself inside of her. She cried out in pain.

He immediately froze. He just realized she was a virgin. He pulled back to see her face. Worry and remorse washed over his hard features. He kissed all over her face, as if trying to soothe her even as he struggled to keep himself from moving.

The pain was too intense, much more than she anticipated. It felt like she was being split in half by a dull blade. She didn't realize she was crying until he was kissing her tears dry.

"I'll make it feel better, I promise."

That was such an arrogant thing to say, she thought. She intended to tell him so but he claimed her lips again in an overwhelming kiss. He used his teeth and tongue to open her mouth wider and invaded the deepest recesses of her mouth until she all but forgot her pain. She was too busy tasting him, she subconsciously started edging him with her lower half.

"Oh, God.." he grabbed her hips to stop her, his manhood was throbbing inside her.

She ignored him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

A low growl escaped from his throat. "I'm at my limit, stop provoking me."

Weird, but she wasn't the least bit afraid. Instead, she traced his bared fangs with her tongue and pressed her naked body against his. She gasped at the little shivers of pleasure the movement caused. He groaned.

"Make love to me," she whispered. This was her first time and by God, she would make the most out of it. Werewolf or not, this man awakened a violent kind of lust inside her she didn't know existed. She wanted him and she'd be damned if she couldn't have him.

"Fuck."

She never knew an expletive could be so charming and thoroughly arousing until now. She knew then and there he was done being a gentleman. She smiled.

He gripped her hips tighter and looked at her in the eyes. Beads of sweat slid down his handsome face. "Fuck, you're so damned beautiful."

The compliment was so unexpected she would have laughed had he not started to move inside of her, she gasped instead. She wrapped her legs around his hips to take him all in.

His little thrusts became unbridled, his pace quickened as her womb clamped down on him, squeezing the life - and pleasure out of him. He made her breathless. Literally. Her moans seemed far away as she meets his every thrust.

The bed creaked with his rhythm. Waves after waves of pleasure took over her consciousness. She couldn't think, she could only feel. Feel her own desires for this man and his fierce lovemaking.

He reached between their bodies and stroke her there where their bodies meet.

She could feel something tingling from the pit of her stomach growing bigger and bigger, struggling for some release. She bit her lower lip as the ecstasy seemed to take her higher and higher to unknown heights, drawing a little blood. He saw what she was doing and stopped her with his mouth. He soothed the offended lip with his tongue and sucked on it.

At that moment, she didn't even think it was possible, she felt him grow inside her, his eyes became wilder, his tail and wolf ears came out. His thrusts became more intense and relentless. He pushed her to the throes of passion as he buried himself inside her again and again.

She came before he did. The pleasure was too much she felt like she died and gone to heaven. She started sobbing.

He kissed her hard, as if to drown out her cries. He didn't let up his assault until his found his own. His release rocked them both. He poured his essence inside of her, filling her up.

He collapsed on top of her. The beauty of their lovemaking still lingers, his weight didn't bother her. She wanted to feel his heat a little longer and she was too exhausted to do anything.

After catching his breath, he propped an elbow up to look at her. She felt like he was saying something important but exhaustion won and she fell fast asleep.