Sound first, then color as the world came back into reality as I opened my eyes.  Everything still swirled a little from the blow to the head I’d taken, but at least I wasn’t unconscious anymore.  I took stock of my surroundings, fighting the nausea that plagued my stomach.  My arms were cuffed behind my back and I’d been tossed into the back of a police cruiser.  I blinked and shifted, just a little, tensing… waiting.

	I couldn’t hear Sicily in the car, and she certainly wasn’t back here with me.  The need to save her hit me hard, but there wasn’t anything I could do, stuck like this.  I shifted then in a sudden rush of movement, tensed and with every last ouch of strength I had, I slammed my feet into the iron grill separating me and the two officers.

	The sudden loud sound combined with the fact that the cheap grill gave way and collided with the backs of their heads, caused the driver to jerk and slam his head against the steering wheel, causing the car to swerve as he lost consciousness.  Tires screamed then a loud crash filled the air, the world dimming briefly as I was thrown around inside the backseat.  Pain erupted in various places of my body but that was the least of my concerns.

	I kicked the door a few times and finally the lock broke, the door swinging open suddenly.  I winced a little as I climbed out, my whole body aching.  No time to worry about being ass naked in public, I scrambled away from the crashed car and into a nearby alley, making my way back towards my apartment…

	When I arrived I found the apartment a mess, mattress torn up, tv gone, all my drawers open and pulled out on the floor.  It looked like someone ransacked the place and stole everything they thought had value- which is probably exactly what happened.  It didn’t take long for me to confirm what I’d feared, that those bastard police had kidnapped Sicily, for I could find no trace of her.  Great. Just fucking great.

	Rage boiled in my blood as I grabbed a pair of pants off the floor and pulled them on, not even bothering to fasten them after zipping them up.  I knew I’d have to get weapons if I was going to storm a police station to save her and kill those bastards for taking her, but the only thing I’d had in the apartment had been the knife in the bedside drawer- which proved itself stolen when I opened said drawer and found the knife gone.

	I clenched my jaw a little and ran my fingers through my pale off-white hair before turning my angry amethyst eyes towards the door.  I’d have to go to Beau to get my other weapons, and I soooo didn’t want to do that.  Not tonight. Not with my head pounding from the brutal bitch slap it had received earlier via steel baton.  There was no other choice though, so I sighed and steeled myself to deal with my old flame, knowing I probably wouldn’t get my weapons without a whole lot of ass kissing…

	Beau, short for Beauvatriel, was a black furred wolf I’d dated for a short period nearly seven months previous.  We found out rather quickly that dating didn’t work for us and had broken up, but stayed in touch and occasionally met up for rather fun evenings but after discovering she had begun to date this other guy about a month ago, I’d thrown a very uncharacteristic possessive fit.  She’d basically thrown me out and told me not to come back.  Hopefully she wouldn’t just slam the door in my face this night.  I needed my guns. Bad.

	When I arrived at her apartment, I sighed and rolled my shoulders, feeling very tense.  Partly because I was nervous, the rest because I was starting to get sore.  Turns out being in a car accident- purposely or otherwise- could do a number on the body that didn’t immediately show itself.  Feeling like a fool, I knocked on the door, blinking with surprise when it immediately opened, revealing Beau standing there in a rather… revealing red lace nightie and matching pair of panties.

	“I was wondering when you’d knock.  You’ve been standing there for about ten minutes,” she said in that sultry, sexy voice of hers.  Her golden eyes watched me as I rubbed the back of my neck and shifted uncomfortably, doing my damnedest not to stare blatantly at her chest.  It was hard not to, I could see the places where her nipples poked through the thin material.  “Well come inside then.  You look like you got into a fight and lost,” she said with a shake of her head, the gold beads in her braided black dreadlocks clinking.  She opened the door fully and turned, walking back towards the living room, drawing my eyes to her tight ass as her tail slowly wagged back and forth with the sexy sway of her hips.

	I took the invitation and stepped inside, closing and locking the door before heading towards the living room after her, trying even harder not to drool as I followed her.  Believe it or not, it hadn’t actually been her body that drew me to her, but rather the independent, strong air she held as well as the sharp intelligence both in her eyes and the way she spoke.  She normally didn’t ooze this much sex unless she wanted some.  Her boyfriend was a lucky bastard.  Speaking of… I couldn’t smell another male in the apartment.  That made me quirk my brow a little and peaked my interest but I quickly crushed that hope.  I wasn’t here to get some.

	When we sat across from each other in her living room, I sighed, mind firmly back where it needed to be.  I explained what happened, everything since meeting Sicily to when I’d arrived back at the apartment to find her taken.  “I have to rescue her, Beau,” I told her but she was already shaking her head, those gold beads clinking against each other again.  “I need the guns I left here,” I continued but she held up one hand to stop me.

	“You’re in no shape to pull a rescue mission.  I can tell from all the way over here that you’d only get yourself killed.  That lump on your forehead and the look in your eyes tells me you can hardly focus right now.  I’m not about to let you go off and die,” she told me, her tone firm.  That only made me made though.  I opened my mouth to tell her that I could not afford to let her petty jealousy stop me but she cut me off by saying, “Rest. Clear your head, then go save her.  That way both of you survive.”

	That surprised me and I blinked before continuing, my anger calmed just like that, “Every second I waste is another that they could- and probably will- spend doing unspeakable things to her.  I just can’t, Beau.”  I stood then and turned, going towards her room.  I heard her get up and follow after me.  When I got inside and started passed the bed towards the closet and the gun safe inside, she stopped me and spun me around, once again surprising me as she pushed me back onto her bed.

	I gave a small cry of surprise as I landed back on the soft mattress, caught off guard as she climbed up onto the bed and covered my body with hers.  “What are you doing? I can’t-“

	“I’m saving your life, you stupid lion,” came her reply just before she pressed her lips to mine, proving that the knock to my head had fucked with my ability to think as my mind went blank.  Either that or the kiss had ignited all the longing I’d had built up inside me from being completely out of her life for the past month.  All I could think about was the soft press of her breasts against my chest, the weight of her atop my hips as she straddled me, the intoxicating scent of her flooding my longs then the taste of her as our lips parted and tongues intertwined.

	Despite everything that had happened it was like I had just been dunked in a vat of aphrodisiacs as my cock grew hard, straining against my pants as it slid out of my sheathe.  I cupped her fine ass in my hands, drawing a moan out of her as I started to grind up against her.  Her hands drew across my chest and shoulders for a bit before sliding down and fully unzipping my pants, pushing them down before taking my cock in hand which immediately pulled a growl of need from me.

      She stroked me a few times before suddenly breaking the kiss and sitting up, raising up and pulling the crotch of her panties aside to bear her glistening pussy while she lined my hard length up with her entrance.  The fact that she was already wet made the hunger in me burn hotter and I licked my lips, looking up to see the very same hunger burning in her own eyes.  Her gaze held mine as I stroked her thighs while she lowered herself down, impaling her pussy with my cock, drawing groans of pleasure from us both.  It felt like coming home after being away so long.
      
      She took me all the way in until her hips rested against mine.  She finally broke our locked gaze to close her eyes and lean her head back, her hands coming up to massage her breasts as she moaned with pleasure.  Her moan spiked into a little cry when I then dragged my nails down her thighs and rocked my hips up against her, the tip of my cock just brushing her cervix.  Wanting more, she rocked atop me, grinding eagerly for a bit before I growled for her to take her top off.  The laugh she gave was one of satisfaction before she pulled her nightie off and tossed it to the side, baring her full breasts and black nipples to my gaze.
      
      “Fuck me, Kefir,” she moaned as she once again cupped her breasts, now pulling on her nipples as she bounced a little atop me, but it just wasn’t enough.  I slid my right hand around to her ass, squeezing a little as I propped myself up on my left elbow and bent my knees, planting my feet.  I started to thrust up into her, mostly just pushing her up and pulling down real fast so she’d drop a little, but as this grew faster, it became full on thrusting, causing her to lean forward and place her hands on my shoulders.
      
	I could not resist the two hard nipples trying to poke me in the eyes, taking one into my mouth to suck greedily on it as I finally laid back fully, my left hand joining my right in massaging her ass.  One of her hands jerked from my shoulder to grab the headboard of her bed to keep from falling forward and face planting against it as I kept thrusting up into her.  The sounds of our moans and the wet slapping of my hips against hers filled the room along with the distinct creaking of her bed.  “Fuuuuck…  Oh fuuuck…” she moaned, her eyes clamped shut as she reached down with her free hand to rub her clit, a fine trembling going through her body that quickly became shuddering as she climaxed, coating my groin with more of her love juice.

	I took that moment of pure bliss on her part to roll us over.  She only gave a groaned yes as I clutched the bed sheets and really fucked her, her arms and legs wrapping around me as I bit her neck with a contrasting gentleness.  It wasn’t long before I joined her in climax, giving a cry against her neck as I thrust that final time, throwing myself over the edge- and her again as well.  My hot seed shot against her cervix as she came, her body shuddering again beneath me as my thrusting gradually slowed so that her gripping pussy could milk me for every drop.

	When she relaxed though, I proved to her that I wasn’t yet done.  After I disentangled myself from her, I rolled her onto her hands and knees, tore her panties off her and thrust into her again.  She gave a cry of pleasure that sounded a whole lot like yes before starting to move back against me, her tail brushing against my chest before I grabbed her hips tight in my hands and resumed fucking her.  I could feel her juices and my seed dripping off my balls as I pounded her cunt, my hips slapping hard against her ass with every fast, deep thrust…

	There’s no telling how many times we fucked, or how many positions we fucked in, or even how long we were going at it, but by the time it was over and we lay together in her bed, my head was clear and I felt very, very comfortable.  She lay snuggled against my side as I lay on my back, her head on my chest as she slept.  She’d passed out just a few seconds before this, murmuring something about needing sleep after that.  I was tired too, but now that I wasn’t distracted by pain, soreness or arousal, reality had caught back up to me.

	I knew she’d done it to protect me, and that it had been the best sex we’d ever had, but I wasn’t happy that I’d spent so much time here getting laid when I should have been saving Sicily.  Now I couldn’t afford to lose another second.  Gently I slipped away from Beau and retrieved my pants from the floor where they’d somehow ended up, I couldn’t even remember taking them off.  I shook my head and pulled them on before opening the closet.  Inside where a whole lot of her cloths, the gun safe, and the coat I used to wear when we’d dated.  I blinked as I stared at it, then I took it out and pulled it on, relieved to find no other scent on it than my own and hers.

	I wondered briefly why that was as I opened the safe and took out my Browning Hi-Power, a few clips of ammunition and its holster.  Surely she would have gotten rid of it after she started dating what’s his name.  I shook my head, clearing my head of the strangeness of the woman who I’d grown to crave over the year I’d known her.  “You’re leaving, aren’t you?” said woman asked from the bed, causing me to look over at her as I fixed the holster to my hip and cocked the handgun to put a bullet in the chamber.

	She’d woken up obviously, and was sitting up, holding the bed sheets modestly to her breasts.  I only nodded in response then looked away, taking out the shotgun from inside the safe and loading it with shells, making sure there was one in its chamber too.  “I really can’t stop you,” she said quietly, and if I had looked, I’d probably see her sad look.  I could certainly hear it.  “If you die… I’ll fucking kill you,” she whispered and when I turned towards her again, she’d lain back down and had her back to me.

	I nodded slowly, retrieved my knives from the safe, and then closed it before going to the door.  I hesitated in the doorway; half looked back towards her and gave her the devil’s grin.  “They wish they could kill me.”  With that I left, staring on my warpath.  If only they knew the hell that was coming…