11 comments/ 4300 views/ 2 favorites FAWC 1: Comfort Zone By: RedMonkeyButt (Moderator's Note: This story is a submission to the first Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on June 22nd, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each of the stories in this challenge is centered on the common theme of the main character being an author who then experiences the erotic and/or unusual events he or she writes about. There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition.) (Author's Note: This story consists of non-human, erotic horror, and non-consensual elements. If these do not appeal to you, feel free to hit the back button and not read any further. For those that do read on, please leave your comments in the appropriate field. The long stretches of italics are parts of the story she's writing. Enjoy!) * * * * Jenna rose out of the chair in front of her desk and bent forward, stretching her back and legs out from the stiffness caused by sitting in the same position for hours. She was tired and vaguely hungry after spending the day playing in the worlds that lived in her mind and on her computer screen. Have I eaten today? She wondered as she left the small loft office and walked into the kitchen. The fridge light was bright in the dark room, but she couldn't find anything to eat. Closing the door, she leaned her head against the cool metal and lowered her standards. When she opened the fridge again, she grabbed the leftover spaghetti she had cooked the last time she remembered to cook. It wasn't so bad when it was hot out of the microwave, but she knew this would be the last time she could eat it without getting botulism or something. She finished the pasta and put her bowl in the sink before heading out to the back porch to watch the rain. Usually, this practice would help kick-start her imagination. The story had stalled at thirty-five thousand words, and she couldn't shake the thought that maybe it just wasn't meant to go in the direction she wanted it to. At first, the words had flowed easily from her fingertips. Then they started to slow until now when they were completely still. It was times like this when she would normally call one of the people in her writing group and go out drinking or do something that had nothing to do with writing. Today, however, was the day that most of them were out of town for a convention and the ones left were those who never seemed to have time for distracting another author. So, she sat on her porch and watched it rain before pulling out her phone to text Dax. He wouldn't be able to distract her, but he would be more than willing to help her through the block. Somehow, Dax always knew what to say to get her muse working again. It wasn't long before her phone buzzed with his response, informing her that he'd be there within the hour and jokingly complaining about how far out of town she lived. * * * * "So," Dax said as he walked up the steps. "What's wrong this time? Cat got your tongue, so to speak?" "It stalled at thirty-five thousand this time." He whistled when she told him the word count. She supposed she had never asked for his help when she had already gotten so far into a story. "Normally when you're that far in I only have to come out here to remind you that sleeping and eating are essential to your health. Why did it stop?" "I don't know. I've never had one just fight like this when I'm this far in. The writers in my group that I would have called for a distraction are all out of town at that convention. You're normally my last resort, but I texted you first this time." "Hmm, okay," he reached for the handle on the screen door. "I'll just run up and see what I can do to help." He was through the door and pounding up the stairs to the loft before she could even get out of her chair. "Dax!" She could hear him rolling around in her office chair as she went up the stairs. "It's already up on the screen. Don't you dare look through anything else!" His head popped around the edge of the stairs just as she reached the top, the evil smile telling her he had been about to do just that. "Would I do that?" His big innocent eyes did not match the smile, and she glared at him. "Of course you would. It's what you do." He held up his left hand in a parody of swearing, "I promise not to read anything but the fouled story. Now, go away." He waved her off as he turned back to the computer. Jenna must have hesitated too long because he turned in the chair and gave her a gentle shove in the direction of the stairs. "Go. I'm not going to read it with you standing over me the whole time. You'll try to answer all of my questions or explain things like you normally do, and I can't read like that. I have my notebook to write stuff down," he held it up. "So go away. I've got this." She walked back downstairs and flopped on the couch. He did this every time he came over to help her get past a block, but his methods almost always worked. The questions he would sometimes ask would get her thinking and that would get her writing again. She sighed as she dozed on the couch, hoping he would be able to pull this one out of his hat as well. * * * * It took him only two hours to read through the story and take his notes, but he let her sleep for nearly five hours before waking her. "I know you haven't been sleeping while the story was flowing. You needed that more than you needed to write." "Bullshit," Jenna muttered as she rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. "I'm under a deadline with that one. It has to be off to the editor in a month, and I'm only a third of the way through my first draft." "That's what you get for procrastinating. Maybe this one didn't need the last-minute treatment you usually give your deadline stories. It read rushed because of it." She glared at him. She always left her deadlines until the last minute, giving herself no more than two months to write it and proofread before sending it to her editor. This one should have been cut and dried, but it wasn't. He held his hands up, "Hey, I know how you work. The last three that have stalled have done so because you didn't give them enough time. I'm just saying that maybe your style is changing and you need to move the last minute back a month or two." They sat for another couple hours while he asked questions about the plot and the characters, pointing out areas that could have been expanded and areas that should have been left to the reader's imagination. When they finished, he was yawning and she pointed him in the direction of the bedroom. Jenna, on the other hand, had enough notes to get her past the fifty thousand word threshold if she worked right now. She grabbed a bowl in the kitchen and filled it with dry cereal before heading back to the computer and sitting down to work. * * * * It was dawn when Dax stumbled up into the loft, groaning when he saw her still slapping away at the keyboard. "Did you go to bed at all?" he asked as he sank down into the extra chair. "I took a nap while you read." "I let you sleep for five hours, that's not enough to refuel your mind for an all-nighter." "But I couldn't just let it sit here. I fixed the parts you pointed out and added several scenes, but it's still sticking in some parts. I don't know if this one will finish on time even with your help." "How far did you get?" "Another twenty-thousand words, six additional scenes, and two more characters that had to come in for those scenes to be plausible." "Well, you hit the fifty thousand mark," she knew he was trying to help, but it wasn't working this time. "Yes, but that much should have opened it wide for me. Instead, I hit fifty thousand like a brick wall. The characters are fighting instead of whispering sweet nothings into my imagination. I don't know what to do." "Go take another nap while I reread it. I think I may know what it is, though." "What?" "All of the characters are human. You don't usually leave your big straight human deadlines to the last minute because they fight you every step of the way." Jenna shrugged and trudged off to the bedroom off the loft and didn't even bother to shut the door behind her as she made a beeline for the bed and fell into it. Dax would help like he always did. She was counting on it. Dax woke her up in time for lunch, and she was drawn to the kitchen by the smells of real food wafting up the stairs. She found him spooning rice into a bowl and knew there was some kind of Cajun food to be had. "Ah, ah," he said over his shoulder as she sat at the table. "Get up and help yourself. There's blackened catfish, rice, etouffee and hushpuppies. I don't mind cooking it, but I'm not dishing it out for you." Jenna got up and fixed herself a bowl of the rice and etouffee with a catfish filet on the top. She grabbed the whole basket of hushpuppies and put them on the table between them as they ate. Every time she tried to ask him about the story, he would cut her off and tell her to eat. When they were finished and the dishes had been put in the sink, he led her back up to the loft and sat her in front of the computer with all of his notes. Then he sat down and turned her chair so she was facing him, "This isn't your normal story. What did the editor ask you for?" "She said to write something new and different that could be put out between my running series publications. I didn't leave this one to the last minute on purpose this time. It took me this long just to come up with an idea that didn't revolve around my other worlds." "You've spent a lot of time writing three series that are so tangled and intertwined with each other that I doubt you could see a new world clearly. She was right to challenge you, but you should have asked for a longer deadline." "She's been my editor for ten years and not once has she given me a longer deadline." "You've never asked her for an extension because your other stories have always flowed freely. It was only when you started stepping outside your comfort zone that you needed help. One of these days, I may not be here to help you. Email her for an extension and then we'll talk about what I think you need to do with this story." He wouldn't let her avoid the email, but hovered over her shoulder until she sent the damn thing. She knew he was right, though. Jenna had never asked her editor for an extension on a deadline. He was correct about why, as well. As soon as she hit send, though, she turned and waited for him to hold up his end of the deal. "Alrighty," he cracked his knuckles as though he was the one who would be typing for hours. "Your other stories have a couple things in common with your big series. First, they all involve something not entirely human," he ticked the list off on his fingers as he spoke. "Second, they all involve some kind of sexual tension. This one has neither of those things. Your characters are strictly human, and there hasn't been as much as a hand-holding scene through the entire thing. It's so far out of your comfort zone that you've made your characters prudish." "She wanted new and different," Jenna pointed to the screen with its blinking cursor. "This is new and different for me." "Yes, but it's also dry. Where's the fire? You have several stories that don't deliver on the promise of sex, but the promise is still there. This is also the only thing I've ever seen from you that doesn't have some paranormal element to it. I think this is what's killing the story for you. It's a great exercise and has taken you out of your comfort zone, but it's killing your muse. "I think you've had enough of this nonsense and now you need to start over. Bring this plot into your comfort zone and it will still be new and different, but with a familiarity that will help you finish it." "What do you mean, 'bring it into my comfort zone'?" "This guy," he pointed to his notes and a whole section on one of the supporting characters. "Give him his own story, but make it sexy and make him a werewolf. That's different because you don't write about werewolves. At least not that I've seen." "You want me to start writing a whole new story based around a secondary character who is a werewolf?" "Yes," he nodded. "I think it will open up the story for you in ways that your subconscious blocked earlier. Also, if you start now I promise not to stop you until midnight." That was enough of a challenge for her, and Jenna turned back to the keyboard. * * * * Jarrod walked into the bar and went straight to a booth in the back. The corner was darker than the rest of the building and he seemed to pull the shadows around him like a cloak. From this spot, he was able to watch the patrons come and go without being pointed out as a creep. The bartender was busy making margaritas for the three drunken women who were barely contained in their dresses in front of him. There was a group of guys watching the girls, but he didn't think they were together. The men were too nervous as they laughed and shoved one of their buddies toward the bar and the three women. Human mating rituals boggled him. Why be nervous? Why not just claim the bitch and move on? He shook his head and looked at the other tables. One couple had just walked in and taken up one of the other more secluded booths. After the cocktail waitress brought their drinks they got down to business and ignored everyone else. The woman was short and curvy, just his type with blond hair and a perfect ass that she showed off when she put her knees on the bench and really leaned into the male. He sniffed the air, ignoring the scents of alcohol and cheap cologne until he found the two he was looking for. She smelled clean and ripe for the taking, and the male was just as turned on if the musk he was putting off was any indication. He could practically taste their arousal from across the bar, and it had him hard in seconds. Suddenly, the women at the bar weren't looking too bad. He tried to concentrate on them, their breasts all but exposed in their low cut dresses. But they fell flat when compared to the woman in the booth. Their hips were narrow and their breasts were small and high. They were society's picture of the perfect woman, but they turned him off almost immediately. Those women would be easy targets and by their scents he could tell he wouldn't be the first of the night. His attention went back to the couple in the booth and he let out a low growl. The man's hand was inside the woman's skirt and her back was arching off the seat. The smell of sex was obvious to him, but no one else seemed to have noticed them in their corner. A couple of the buttons on her blouse had been undone, revealing the sheer lace bra that held her substantial breasts. The scene was hot and it had his beast wanting to get out. It was all he could do to stuff his desire back down to a tolerable level as he watched the couple in the corner. * * * * Jenna leaned back in the chair and stretched her arms over her head. The last few hours had passed in the blink of an eye, but Dax was right. She had gone so far outside her comfy little box that she had been suffocating her characters. The clock on the screen said it was five minutes to midnight and, sure enough, she could hear Dax moving around in the bedroom downstairs. She was halfway down the stairs when he came into view in a pair of jeans and a nice polo shirt, carrying something on a hanger that she had buried in the back of her closet a couple years ago. He smiled as he held the clingy read dress out to her, "Take a shower, do something with your hair other than pulling it back into a ponytail, and put this on. You've been up here for almost twelve hours, and we're going to go out so you will relax." "I don't really want to go out," she started to say, but he stopped her. "I know you don't. You want to stay here and write some more," he pushed the dress into her hands. "That computer will be here when we get back. I haven't been able to take you out and get you slightly drunk in a long time, and it will help your writing later. So come on." Sighing, she did as she was told and went into the bathroom upstairs to take a shower. When she stepped out of the shower and wiped the mirror clean, she stared at herself in the reflection. Jenna had never thought she was particularly good looking, but that red dress had made her feel sexy. She had tried it on, but never worn it out. She wasn't sure how she felt about wearing it for Dax. Standing there staring at herself, she resolved to just go out and have fun. The towel dropped revealing her ample breasts, small waist, and wide hips. A boyfriend had once called her 'thick,' and it had taken her a few weeks to agree with him. Her thighs and ass were larger than the ideal for someone her height, but they led into a slim, trim waist. Her breasts were larger than average, but still managed to be perky. She had blond hair that was usually worn in a ponytail and was lucky if it was brushed. But that wouldn't do the dress any justice, so she picked up a bottle of light hold gel and squeezed a good amount into her palm before rubbing it between her hands. The gel would help hold her hair's natural curly wave when it dried without making it crunchy. It was the only hairstyle she knew other than a ponytail, but the effect seemed to be dramatic enough when she bothered to do it. The dirty blond strands fell in soft curls to the top of her ass, and she knew she would have to get it trimmed soon. Normally, she would just let her hair air dry, but that could take hours. After putting in the gel she pulled her hair dryer from beneath the sink and used it with the aid of a round brush to jump start her hair drying. When her hair was no longer dripping wet, she toweled off the rest of the way and walked back out into her bedroom. The dress was still spread on the bed where she had left it, and she took it off the hanger. It was a crimson satin and spandex blend with beading at the neckline that matched the color perfectly and added a bit of sparkle to the garment. She stepped into it and pulled it up, marveling at how something could have come off the rack and fit her curves so well. The halter top lifted her breasts just enough that she didn't need a bra, and the zipper on the side tightened everything up until it looked as though she had poured the dress on. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror hanging on the back of her door and that feeling of being sexy came back to her in a rush. The dress, her hair, all of it came together in a rare combination that let her know she was hot. A last minute decision as she slipped into some black heels made her leave off any panties. Thongs were uncomfortable and even bikini-cut panties would show lines. The dress was just long enough that she wouldn't flash anybody if she was careful. Dax was waiting on the couch in the living room when she walked down the stairs, and his mouth fell open when he saw her. "Wow. I don't remember the last time I've seen you out of sweats and tank tops, and I've never seen you in this dress." "I've never worn this dress," she said, blushing at his reaction. They walked out of the house and he opened the passenger door to his Mustang for her before walking around and getting into the driver's seat. The black leather sighed against the material of the dress as she got in and she gasped when the engine started with a roar that she could feel through the seat. Dax expertly steered the car down her long driveway, and she wondered that he hadn't complained about the caliche dust on his paint job. When they were out on the highway, she looked over at him, "So, where are we going?" FAWC 1: Comfort Zone "There's a little dive bar that has the best margaritas just this side of loop 1604. I thought we could go there and people watch. You need to eat something, too, and they have some pretty good bar food." "Yes, mother," she laughed as they raced down the two lane farm-to-market road. She had forgotten what it was like to ride with Dax, and she held on for dear life to the oh-shit handle when he took his half out of the middle around some of the turns. The trip would have taken Jenna almost an hour in her truck, but half an hour after leaving her driveway Dax was pulling into a dirt parking lot around what looked like a tin shack. She wasn't entirely sure what held the walls together, but the place was surrounded by cars and she could hear the music blasting through the open spaces in the walls. They walked through the door just as a song was ending and people were spilling from the dance floor to get their drinks. Most of the tables were taken, but Dax spotted an open booth and pulled her along to claim it before someone else could. The cocktail waitress came around and Dax ordered two margaritas before pulling her into the same seat as him. She was wondering why until, a few seconds later, a couple guys came and moved the other cushioned bench over to a pool table for their girlfriends. They were completely alone in the corner after that, and she sat back to watch the people dance and grind on each other. The margaritas arrived in traditional glasses rimmed with salt and garnished with lime. She smiled at the little cactus that was the stem of the glass, and had to agree that it was one of the best margaritas she'd had after she took the first sip. Looking around, she could see one other occupied booth in a dark corner but most of the patrons sat at tables orn chairs, or on the booth benches that seemed to be the preferred seating for most of the ladies. Even from inside, she still could not figure out how the place was held together. Another fast-paced song came on and the dance floor filled with people, leaving the bartender somewhat relieved as he dealt with three very drunk women in danger of major wardrobe malfunctions. She was watching as some young men pushed their buddy toward the women when Dax slid his arm her shoulders. "Isn't this much better than sitting at home in front of your computer?" he had to yell to be heard over the music, even though he was sitting right next to her. "Only marginally," she took another sip of her margarita and leaned against him. "I can drink a margarita in front of my computer just as easily as I can do it here." "Yes, you can, but you can't watch this kind of dancing at home," he nodded toward the dance floor where a man was spinning and tossing his partner into the air. The rest of the dancers had cleared a six-foot circle around them and some had actually stopped to watch. Her attention turned back to Dax when he moved a strand of hair off her shoulder. Her thigh brushed along his as she leaned forward to pick her drink off the table, making a show of licking the salt before taking a drink. She felt him sigh against her arm as he watched her. Her nipples hardened and pressed against the dress as his breath drifted over her skin and she turned to look at him. He had been her friend for a long time, but aside from the occasional touch he had never made any move that told her he was romantically inclined toward her. In fact, she had been there through several of his break-ups. Something was different, though, and she was very aware of how much of her was pressed up against him. "Is something wrong?" "No," he said. She couldn't hear his voice, but she saw him mouth the word, "Yes." He bent toward her and kissed her, his hand cupping her cheek and his fingers digging into her hair. A thrill rushed through her that she hadn't felt in a long time. She leaned into the kiss, opening to his probing tongue and relishing his moan when she kissed him back. He broke the kiss and looked at her, their mouths mere inches apart. "Jesus, Jenna. I've wanted to do that for a long time now." She smiled, "I've wanted you to do that." His eyes filled with a heat she had only written about, and then his mouth was back on hers. The world around them disappeared as his hands explored her body, sending shivers up her spine when they touched the bare skin of her shoulders and upper back. She reached out to pull his shirt from the waistband of his jeans so she could touch him without the barrier of fabric, and he moaned as he pulled her into his lap. The dress rode up to barely cover her ass as she spread her thighs to straddle him, and the feel of his hands on her legs had her making small noises in her throat. She could feel his erection through his jeans as she ground her naked sex over him. Their tongues chased around their mouths, tangling and tasting, and she could feel his moans when she bit down on his lower lip. His hands moved up her thighs to the edge of the dress, and when she broke the kiss to catch her breath he pushed them under the skirt of the dress. The look of shock at her lack of panties quickly gave way to a look of intense lust as he ran his hands over her ass cheeks and pulled her tight against his lap as he moved against her. She wrapped her hands in his hair and pulled his face to her as his fingers found her wet cleft. His fingers left her moaning into his mouth as his hands slid back down her thighs, pulling the hem of the dress down to make sure she was covered. One hand remained to massage and squeeze her thigh as the other moved up to tease her nipple through the taught material of her dress. The tickling sensation had her moaning again and writhing against him. The next time he broke the kiss, he moved his mouth down to her neck and shoulders, trailing kisses and light licks along her skin until she was shivering in his lap. His eyes were dark and hooded when he looked back up at her, the lids heavy with lust and his lips parted as he studied her face. He smiled and moved her off his lap, getting in one last stroke of her ass before pushing her toward the edge of the bench. It didn't take a second gentle shove to have her moving toward the door and the parking lot outside. He pulled her into his arms as soon as they were out of the neon light of the entrance, his hands trailing down her arms before returning to tangle in her hair as the kiss deepened. The kiss ended with her breathless again before he whispered, "Fuck, we need to get out of here before I take you on the ground." They were back in his car again before she knew it and he spun the tires in the loose gravel until they gained purchase and squealed across the pavement. In a move that surprised her, Jenna reached over and put her hand over his crotch, squeezing the hard bulge that was straining against the denim. "Shit, Jenna, if you keep that up I won't make it to the house." "Who says we have to make it to the house?" She asked as she pulled her hand back and began to unzip her dress. It took some contortions that would have impressed a cat, but she got the dress off and tossed it into the back of the car. "Pull over at the next gravel road." She didn't have to tell him twice, and the car went sideways before straightening out again when he took the turn onto the unpaved road a little too fast. Earlier, she would have been scared. Now, she was just too turned on to scare. "Where to, now?" he asked after he got the car back under control. After taking her dress off, she had returned her attention to his jeans, managing to get them undone and the zipper down before she looked up again. "There should be a bare spot where you can pull off near the river bridge. Your car should make it a few yards before you'll have to stop." She managed to get her hands inside his pants and could feel him through the thin material of his underwear. It wasn't long before they were bumping to a stop ten yards off the gravel road. Dax pulled the emergency break and shut the engine off before pulling her over the console to kiss her again. He pulled her hand from his pants as his tongue explored her mouth some more. She could feel herself growing wetter by the second as he held her hands away from him with one hand and teased the nipple of one breast with the other hand. It was disappointing that there wasn't more room in the car, but the gear shift got in the way when she tried to get closer to him. Finally, he broke the kiss and said, "Get out. I want you on the hood of the car. Now." She didn't waste any time getting to the front of the car and watching over her shoulder as Dax pulled his clothes off and tossed them back into the car. As he walked around to her, she watched as he stared at her body in obvious lust. He had just reached her knees when they heard the first muffled scream. They both looked in the direction of the river when more screams and what could only be moans and grunts drifted up to them. Jenna was the first to giggle, and she covered her mouth when Dax turned around, smiling. "Maybe we should give them some competition," he said before dipping his head to my thighs. She moaned as he kissed, licked, and bit his way from her knees to her hips and back again. He ignored the one place she most wanted his mouth to be, but the feel of his mouth on any part of her had her crying out at the small waves of pleasure it sent shivering through her body. The cries in the distance stilled for a few minutes before they started back with renewed vigor. When Dax ran a finger along the wet slit of her sex, Jenna answered with her own cries of ecstasy that echoed into the dark. A couple cars passed by them and over the bridge, but their headlights didn't even touch the top of the grass around them. Dax continued to use only his fingers on her, making her moan and cry out and sit up enough to see him in the moonlight. When she sat up, he hooked his other hand behind her head and kissed her as he finally plunged his fingers deep inside her. She screamed against his mouth as she felt herself stretch around his probing digits, and she arched her back and moved her hips against his hand. His hand in her hair tightened, and he pulled her head back enough to make her back arch more until her breasts were dimly lit by the light of the moon. With his fingers pumping in and out of her, bringing the occasional moan from her lips, he bent and sucked a nipple into his mouth in a quick movement that was out of rhythm with his slow fingers. The different sensations made her wrap her hands in his hair and hold him to her breast. His mouth sucked as much of her flesh as he could before he set his teeth in her just enough to make her cry out. She gushed over his hand in a small orgasm as she clenched over his fingers. His tongue flicked over her nipple as he slowly released it before turning his attention to her other breast. The pain of his bite mixed with the pleasure as his fingers left her to explore her folds. He released her hair and looked down at her as she lay back on the hood of the car. She watched with sex glazed eyes as he took the hand that was wet with her juices and began to touch himself. He started running his fingers over his stomach and down through the small patch of dark hair low on his belly. When she reached to try to touch herself, he shook his head and held her hand out of the way while his other hand traveled ever lower. He was tall enough that she only had to raise her head to watch him rub her juices over his hardness. Soon, he was gleaming in the dim light and standing up against his abs. They had apparently been quiet long enough that the other couple thought they were alone again, and the woman screamed her orgasm into the night and began to beg the man to come on her. The talk was hot, and soon they could hear the man crying out as well. Testing to see how far she could get while Dax handled himself, Jenna started to twist a nipple between her fingers. She arched against the hood of the car, spreading her legs even wider while he stared at her. Her other hand trailed over her stomach to her thighs, and when he didn't stop her she used two fingers to spread her lips away from her hooded button. Looking at him, she could see the precum glistening at the tip of him as he continued his slow strokes. She dipped one finger down into her depths and then spread the juices over herself, moaning as the touch brought a wave of pleasure to her center. Dax had stopped moving when she started touching herself more seriously, so she continued to give him a show. She spread her legs as far as she could and slid the first three fingers over her wetness and then back up to slap her clitoris, making herself moan loudly at the shock of pain and pleasure. She heard Dax moan as he watched, but she didn't look at him again. Jenna allowed herself to be lost in the sensations as she fingered her mound and twisted her nipples, arching against the car and lifting her hips from the cooling metal. When she thought she was about to bring herself to climax, she removed her fingers and brought them to her mouth, licking and sucking her juices from them while her body calmed. Dax was watching her, precum dripping from his erection now as she lay spread before him. She smiled and propped her head on her hands as she looked at him framed between her knees. He reached down to the bumper and pulled a foil wrapped package into view and then slowly rolled the condom over himself, making the act into as much of a show as his masturbation had been. He positioned himself between her thighs, using his hands to guide himself to her opening before looking her in the eyes as he pushed his way inside her. She cried out as he filled her and moved her hips against him. Propping herself up on her elbows she was able to watch as he fought for every tight inch. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed the hair at the back of her head, jerking her to him for a deep kiss as he plunged the rest of the way into her. The feeling of being very full had her moaning into his mouth and clinging to his shoulders as he pumped in and out of her. Letting go of her hair, he reached down and grabbed her ass in both hands and lifted her off the car. The angle was deeper and she felt as though he was probing deep into her stomach, and the feeling of it all had her breaking the kiss to throw her head back and scream his name to the sky. It wasn't long before he slid out of her, though, and set her back on her feet only to roughly turn her to face the car. "Lift your leg, baby," he said, and she put her foot on the bumper as he slid against her from behind. "Higher. God, I want inside you again." She lifted her leg to the hood of the car and he was able to shove into her from behind. The sudden sting of a slap across her ass had her crying out before he reached around to roughly twist her nipples. Without so much as missing a thrust, he hooked his arm under her knee and lifted her until she was holding her torso up off the car with her hands. Her knees rested on the bumper now as he continued to slam into her, bringing long and loud cries from both of them. She reached down and started to run her clitoris, moaning at the added sensation of her fingers and his wide length shoving deep inside her. Her muscles contracted and squeezed around him as she continued to manipulate her sensitive button. The orgasm was building inside her as she tightened and shuddered around him. Then he flexed his hips differently and sent the entire length of his rod over that spot deep inside her that sent her over the edge. Her hands grasped at the smooth metal of the hood as she came screaming, trying to get a grip on something that might help her hold herself together as she exploded into a shower of sparkles. Not long after flooding both of their thighs with her orgasm, Dax cried out behind her and thrust so far into her she could feel him against her cervix, sending her into another spasm. She lay twitching on the hood of the car when she became aware of a car stopped on the side of the road above them. The lights were off, but she was sure they were being watched. Dax slid out of her and leaned against the car next to her hip, caressing her ass cheeks and giving her the occasional slap that would make her moan. Slowly, she stood on shaky legs to press against his sweaty body. He held her in his arms and kissed her long and deep before moving his mouth down her neck to her shoulder and finally just holding her. "Why didn't we do this earlier?" She couldn't speak to answer him right away and just sighed as she melded against him. Then they could hear a truck start up, its diesel engine rumbling loudly somewhere closer to the river before its lights turned on. They stumbled around to the car doors and Dax threw the car into reverse as Jenna watched a car drive off over the bridge. They both walked into her house a half hour later, laughing and groping each other on the way to the room he had been using downstairs. She fell asleep with him rubbing her back just as the sun was rising over the trees. * * * * Jenna woke with a start around noon as something from the night before hit her. She rushed out of the room and up the stairs, not even acknowledging Dax's call of good morning from the kitchen. Instead, she went straight to her computer and began to scroll through the off-shoot story she had begun writing the day before. "Oh, I see the priorities are back to normal today," Dax said as he came up the stairs. "Ignore the naked man cooking in the kitchen and run to the man in the story." "Read this," she said, ignoring the sarcastic jab and pointing to the story on the screen. He read through about two paragraphs before turning to her, "Did you write out what we did last night? I'm not reading your journal or anything, am I?" "That's what I wrote yesterday," she crossed her arms under her breasts as he smiled. "Well, your fantasies sure did come true," he reached out and pulled her into his lap as he sat in the office chair. She could feel him hardening against her ass and herself growing damp. "I wrote that yesterday, when we were still not touching each other. I didn't write it as us, and unless you read it yesterday you couldn't have known about the sex scene. Not enough to reproduce it." He kissed along the back of her shoulder and reached around to pull her arms away from her stomach, where they were still crossed. "I think it's just a neat coincidence. Besides, it's not exactly the same. I didn't fuck you in the bar like the couple do in the story, and we didn't actually have an audience. Competition maybe," he continued. "But not an audience." "I think we did have an audience," she said as she leaned a little more against him. "There was a car on the road that drove off when we got back in the Mustang." "That car could have been driving through and you saw it when we were leaving." His lips on her back made her sigh. "I saw it when we finished. It was turned off and dark and it drove off when we got in our car." She wiggled against him slightly and he growled at her, nibbling along the side of her neck. "Well, I hope we gave them a good show," his hands moved across her breasts before sliding down to her hips. "Let's see if we can't influence your story a little more." She sighed and opened her legs to his questing hands. His fingers were deft as they slid across her slick flesh, and it wasn't long before she was moaning and rubbing her ass along the hard rod that was pressed firmly against her. He grabbed her hips and pushed her to stand as he rose. "I don't have any condoms up here," he said, almost sheepish as he led her back down the stairs and into the room they had slept in. From his jeans came his wallet and another foil wrapped packet. He slid the condom on with a practiced ease and then sat on the edge of the bed. "Come here, Jenna," he motioned to the floor next to him and she stood where he pointed. He guided her down until she was laying across his thighs with his erection pressing into her side. FAWC 1: Comfort Zone "That was very bad, ignoring me and going straight to your computer," he said as he rubbed his palm over her ass. He slapped her hard enough to make her cry out before rubbing where his hand had landed. She could feel her lower abdomen tightening as he ran his fingertips up her ass crack before going back to rubbing. "I had planned on taking you on the kitchen counter, but you tossed that idea out the window." she was more prepared for the smack this time, and she held back her moan, but barely. "Oh, you like that, do you?" He spanked each ass cheek in quick succession then, and she couldn't hold back her moans anymore. The rubbing and spanking continued until she was panting heavily and crying out with every slap. When he reached his hand down to push a single finger her, she almost lost it, "Please, Dax!" she begged him and arched her back to give him easier access to her depths. "Please, what, Jenna?" He slid his finger out of her and traced her juices over her ass cheek. "Please, just fuck me. I can't take this. I want you in me!" He chuckled and let her slide to her knees beside him before he stood. Reaching down, he took her by her hair and used it to get her into the bed on her back. When she lay back watching him, he spread her knees apart and ran his hands down her thighs and then up to her hips, deliberately missing her mound which was swollen and ready for him. He stared at her for a minute and she could see his erection twitch and pulse. On his knees like this, she could see his balls hanging tight and ready near his body. They looked big enough to fill her hand to overflowing. She flexed her hips and spread her legs wider, watching as he admired her womanhood lain out before him. With a sigh, he bent and pressed his mouth to the top of her slit, flicking his tongue over her clitoris and making her moan. Her fingers tangled in his hair as he sucked her outer lips and only occasionally gave her the touch she craved. "Jesus, Dax! You're going to drive me nuts doing that! Touch me, please, oh please." She felt him sigh against her before his tongue whipped along her slit in fast repetition that had her pulling his hair in an attempt to hold him tighter to her body. He moaned against her, sending vibrations through and across her flesh that made her cry out. He held the backs of her thighs and spread her open with his thumbs while his tongue tasted her deep folds. Her juices were running down her crack and over her ass as he closed his lips over her sensitive button and began to suck gently and then with more pressure. He had to readjust his hold on her thighs when she thrashed around on the bed. Her hands left his hair to fist in the sheets as he brought her to the edge of climax in a matter of seconds. When she was almost there, crying out and raising her head off the bed to watch him eat her, he pulled his mouth from her and began kissing his way up her stomach. "Mmmm, dammit, I was almost there." "I know," his wicked grin above her as he rubbed the head of himself over her folds, making her shudder and thrust her hips in an attempt to catch him. "I'll let you come, don't worry." His head bent to her shoulder, where he set his teeth as he slid himself along her slickness with more power. Every time he came to her opening, he would press against it then pull away at the last moment. She wrapped her legs around his hips and moved against him, trying to get him to stop this torture and just enter her, when he rose up, laughing. "Not yet, love," he whispered as he pulled himself away from her entirely and took one of her breasts in his hand. The squeezing pressure on her breast was almost painful until he took the nipple in his mouth. He didn't try to take as much as he could this time; instead he played with only the nipple and the areola. With his lips, he pinched and pulled her nipple until it was a hard pebble attached to her groin with a red hot wire, sending spasms through her lower abdomen every time he touched it. His teeth were gentle as he bit the tip of her breast and pulled it out as far as he could before she cried out under him. When she thought she wouldn't be able to take much more, he moved to the other breast and gave it the same treatment. Her nipples and breasts were so engorged when he finally pulled away from her body completely and straddled her hips. His balls were a hot weight against her pubic bone. She thrust her hips against him, reveling in his moan at the pressure on his nuts as she ground against him. He slapped playfully at her breasts until she stopped moving under him. "I want to show you what I found while you were asleep this morning," he said and reached up to a shelf that was installed over the headboard. This position put his erection against her cheek, and she took the opportunity to run her tongue over his balls and pinch as much of the tight skin as she could between her lips before taking as much of them into by mouth as she could. His hand knocked against the top of the shelf as he fumbled with the feel of her mouth on his sack. "Damn, Jenna. Be careful or you'll make me lose it too early. I'm already on the edge just with you under me right now." "If you didn't want me to use my mouth, you shouldn't have put them so close," she flicked her tongue along the area where his balls attached to his body just to make her point. "Touché," he managed to sigh. "But I still want to fuck you, and too much more of that will make it a short session." Jenna smiled up at him as he looked down at her, a few thin silk scarves in his hand. Without moving himself away from her busy mouth, he stretched to tie her wrist to the headboard, testing to make sure the bond wasn't too tight. He tied the other wrist in the same way before reaching to open the drawer in the night stand. Now his hot flesh did leave her face and he moved to open her legs and sit between her thighs. He had something else she couldn't quite see in his hands until he started to roll what looked like rubber rings over the condom. When he had put three rings around himself, he reached back to the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube. She didn't think he'd need it, she was so turned on, but he went about rubbing some over himself and the rings. When he was done, he put the lube back and then positioned himself over her. He slid in her easily with all the help from the lubricant, but the rings were still an unexpected feeling as they slid along her walls. She gasped at the sensations the rings sent ripping through her body. Dax smiled as he bent to kiss her, gently exploring her mouth with his tongue as he took his time moving within her. The rings seemed to hit every right spot within her, and it wasn't long before she was screaming and arching against him, her legs squeezing tight around his waist in an attempt to get him to stop moving for just a second. The pleasure that rode her body continued to make her twitch around him, and he groaned into her shoulder as he struggled to keep the slow motion steady. She had grabbed the silk scarves in an attempt to pull herself away from him when her orgasm broke and overwhelmed her. Jenna was out of breath as he continued to use the same slow motion within her. His arms shook where they propped him above her and his groans had begun to grow louder the longer he went. When she could think again she knew that he was close. She wrapped her legs around his hips and began to gyrate her hips against him, keeping the slow rhythm going and reveling in the sounds he made as his own orgasm built. Her juices dripped down her ass cheeks as she felt the rings doing their work on her even as she was trying to bring Dax to his own climax. Almost painfully slow, his thrusts began to pick up speed and urgency. His breath grunted out of him as he tried to hold on and make it last. Jenna picked up the speed of her movements until finally, Dax crashed into her and she could hear his balls as well as feel them smack against her ass. The force of the thrusts made her throw her head back and yell for him. "Oh fuck! Oh, Dax!" She bucked her body under him as he slammed deep inside her, his orgasm making him shudder and the rings move over spots she didn't even know she could feel. He crushed himself against her with so much force that she moved up the bed until she could feel the headboard against the top of her head, and she bore down on him as much as she could to milk his load from him. Even as his body quieted, he continued to move within her and make both of them shudder and moan. "God, Jenna," he said as he finally slid from her. He reached over and untied her wrists before nuzzling into her shoulder. His hand reached down to squeeze her thigh where it rested against his hip. They fell asleep like that. * * * * He felt the pull of the moon and knew he wouldn't be able to fight it again tonight. He had to change, and it was going to hurt because he had waited too long since the last time. His howls tore through the night as his body ripped itself apart and was pieced back together again. The fur on his body was thick and wiry, and he flexed his newly changed claws and muzzle. The scents in the air were much more defined in this form, and he caught the smell of fresh sex on the air. In this new form, it took very little time for him to reach the place by the river where the two couples had competed for the loudest. The air was still rank with the stink of diesel, but that wasn't the smell he was after. He moved to the spot nearer the road where the Mustang had been parked, picking up the slightly less offensive scent of gasoline and the tang of semen from the discarded condom. Following the scent of the car would be difficult when it crossed the more traveled asphalt, but he would at least know which direction it went. * * * * The house was a modest two story tucked a mile away from the nearest road behind a thick bit of brush. Jesus, did the woman not want anyone to come snooping? She had led him on quite a hunt down the winding county roads. He had lost her twice and had to back track before he would pick up a trace of her scent. It had been getting more frequent until he had found the house and the land that was saturated in it. When he found the house, he went back into the brush to change back to his human form. With the sun only minutes from rising, he would have to find a place to sleep that wouldn't get him a nasty sunburn. Digging a shallow hole, he curled up and pulled the cloak of sleep around him like an old friend. After a change and a chase that long, he'd be lucky to wake before nightfall. * * * * The Mustang was parked next to a truck in front of the house when he woke. He didn't remember seeing it the night before, but he had been exhausted when he finally found the house. Jarrod had hunted and eaten, and then settled in for a long wait. The sounds of the woman being brought to pleasure by the man brought his hackles up. He knew in his gut that she was supposed to be his and the thought of her rutting with that human male was all but unbearable. A werewolf always knew when he had seen his destined mate, whether she was human or otherwise. When the sounds of their lovemaking ceased and he was sure the two were asleep in the house, Jarrod stole across the lawn up to the nearest window. It opened into the kitchen, and he moved on. Past the living room, a bathroom, and a back mudroom he finally came to the bedroom to see the man sleeping alone. The bottom floor had been empty other than this man, so the woman must be upstairs. He couldn't risk entering the house, so he backed away and looked for a way to see in to the second floor. There was a small porch roof over the mudroom that had a couple windows in easy reach, and he made short work of jumping to the shingled roof. The first window opened onto a bedroom that was obviously the woman's, but it was empty. He hit pay dirt when he looked into the second window and saw the woman sitting in front of a computer busily typing away. The leap down from the roof was nothing for his powerful hind legs and he made it with ease. Glancing back up at the window one last time, he walked back out into the woods to wait for his opportunity. * * * * The day was nice when the girl went for a walk. She had the goofy smile that only a relationship in its early stages could produce. Her dress floated around her knees, allowing the breeze to reach her bare nether lips. The man was still asleep, but she felt too alive to stay still long enough to anything like sleep. It had been a long time since she'd felt this alive, since Ty had left her hurting and alone. Anne walked down a well-worn path to the creek that ran behind her house. It was late enough now that the water would be warm on her skin. She regularly bathed in the creek in the summer months, and that was probably part of what had half the small town a few miles away calling her a witch and whispering behind her back. Tyler had once defended her, but in the end he had just been like everyone else. It had been on the banks of this creek, where she lay naked in the sun to dry her skin, that she had imagined a man like Logan. He was kind, funny, and gentle -- but only when he wanted to be. She had learned in the last few nights that gentle was neither the only way nor the most fun. It had been nice to have a man help her discover so much about her needs, and not force her into doing anything she didn't want to. With thoughts of Logan racing through her head, Anne stripped out of the dress and sat on one of the large stones on the side of the creek. The sun warmed her skin, and soon her thoughts turned to fantasies about what he might do to her next. Her hand slipped between her legs where she found she was ready for him already. Tentatively, she slid her fingers over herself. A moan rose from her lips as her fingers slipped over her clitoris and down into her folds to her opening. Her hips moved against her hand as she brought herself closer and closer to climax, only to find that she missed the thrusting of a man filling her. She continued to pleasure herself, letting her moans serenade the silent woods around her, until she heard the huffing of an animal between her and the creek. Her hand left her mound as she sat up to stare into the face of a monster so hideous she couldn't help but scream. Its muzzle was filled with sharp teeth and covered in a thick, wiry fur that almost buried its eyes from sight. The creature stood on its hind legs like a man, and it was obviously male. She watched in fear as it approached her on her rock, sniffing the air as if he could smell her waning arousal. The monster got so close that she could feel his breath on her inner thigh, and she let out a little squeal as fear paralyzed her. The muzzle opened and the creatures tongue whipped out and, before she could move out of the way, raked over her sex roughly. When she screamed, the animal threw its head back and howled, displaying its now very large, very erect equipment. She finally broke out of her surprised stupor and scooted backward off the rock. Gaining her feet, she ran toward the woods hardly believing what had just happened. The crashing behind her was real, though, and the creature caught her before she could get more than a few yards away. He dragged her back to the rock she had been sprawled on and pushed her down on her back. His clawed hands held her down while he lowered his muzzle back to the apex of her thighs. When she clenched her thighs together, he growled and used one hand to pry them apart so he could lick her again. She cried as the large wolf-like monster continued to lap at her mound, and shuddered even as her body began to respond to the stimulus. If she truly was a witch like the people in town accused her of being, she should have been able to cast a spell to kill the monster. But she was just a girl who preferred her own company to that of others, and she could not defend against the monster. The rough tongue lapped over her clitoris, making her moan. It took that as encouragement and sent its tongue deep into her. As much as she feared the creature, the feel of that tongue twisting deep inside her had her moving her hips against the muzzle. She moaned when the tongue pulled back out of her, but when she opened her eyes it was a monster between her legs and not Logan. Anne looked down the monsters body to the massive erection that jumped every time it sniffed her body. It was already leaking the creature's fluid in thick drops that slid down the shaft. She snapped her thighs shut and cringed away from the seeking muzzle, only to scream again when the wolf-man growled at her. This time, when he forced her legs open, his claws pierced her skin. * * * * Jenna stretched away from the computer and let out a little yip of surprise when hands grabbed her shoulders. Dax laughed at her as he gave her a massage and her head sank to the desk with a moan. "How's it coming?" he asked as her tension leaked out onto the floor. "It's dark," she replied. "Darker than my writing normally is, at least." "Well, you don't usually have characters that are werewolves, and most of your shifters don't stay in their shifted forms for this long," his hands moved up into her hair and she sighed as his fingers began to rub her scalp. "It makes sense that it would be a darker story." She groaned when his fingers left her hair, and she sat back up in the chair. "How much have you been reading?" "I've read the whole thing," he said with a sly grin on his face. "When you finally take a break to get some rest, or remember that I'm here and want to cuddle, I let you sleep and come up here and read. This one's going much better than the last one, and you've already passed the fifty thousand mark in just under two weeks." "I still don't feel right about it," she turned in the chair to face him. "You also haven't left the house since we went to that bar. Nothing else has happened that even remotely resembles what's going on in your story." He pulled her to her feet and into his arms, laying a light kiss on her lips before steering her toward the stairs. "Let's go out on the porch so you can at least get out of the house for a while." "You're laughing at me." "Yes, I am." "You're an asshole, you know that?" "I know." He led her out onto the porch and sat behind her on the swing, his legs on either side of her. They rocked for a while, listening to the distant howls of the coyotes that infested the area. * * * * Anne stopped struggling as the blood loss weakened her. The monster didn't seem to care whether she moved or not, and clambered up on the rock to loom over her. With a low growl, he pushed between her legs. Tears leaked from her eyes as she felt herself tear to accommodate him, and she wondered if Logan would never wake up to find her gone. It pumped between her legs a handful of times before reaching its release, just like an animal rutting. Just before she blacked out, Anne realized this actually would have made a good horror story. * * * * Jarrod leaned back against a tree and watched the house. The distant howls of another male like himself had him growling every so often, but the other male would not find him. He had recognized the rutting howls and rumbles of another werewolf and knew he wasn't alone in the area. When he heard the screams his ears had perked up, but that just meant the other wolf had taken a woman in his shifted form. They were not mates. This one would be his mate, and he would be able to hold his human form when he took her. FAWC 1: Comfort Zone He straightened when the man led his woman out onto the porch of the house. The growl that escaped him was pure rage as he watched the man hold her. They didn't react to the howls in the distance, but even he had to admit they had gotten farther away now. The day wore on as he sat and watched as the couple on the porch got even more comfortable, and he couldn't help his growls as he watched them have sex on the swing. He felt himself grow hard as he watched the woman who would be his mate ride the human male, but he had to satisfy himself with his hand and waste his seed on the ground while the human got the benefit of touching her. Further proof of his gut instinct being right about her was that he stayed in his human form when he came, something that only happened when he thought of her as he touched himself. Just before nightfall the two lovers went back inside and the dim light of the downstairs bedroom shone from the other side of the house. He knew that if he went around to the window he would see them together again, but he saved himself the unnecessary rage and went for a run through the woods. It wasn't long before he found the source of the howls and screams from earlier. A woman lay ravaged and very much dead on a rock beside a creek. The smell of her blood almost made him ignore the sounds of humans trampling through the woods around him. There was a flash of light and a bunch of yelling before he could get back to the woods where he sat and watched the humans try to discern what had happened to the girl. He knew what had happened, but it wouldn't happen to his woman. * * * * "The police have said that the woman was dead at the scene, and there was evidence of sexual abuse that occurred before death. Back to you, Steve." Jenna reached out with a shaking hand to turn the TV off. She wouldn't have even been watching it if she hadn't seen the news banner on her browser. The rumble of Dax's Mustang jarred her back into the real world and she walked to open the door for him as he carried in the groceries. He hadn't made it two steps past the door when he saw the look on her face, "What happened?" "The girl that died," her voice sounded distant and muffled. "I just wrote a death scene last night. The way they describe it on the news sounds a lot like what I wrote." He set the bags on the floor and guided her back to the couch. Her hands were shaking as she pulled her hair out of her face before wrapping them around her stomach to try to hide it from him. He saw it, "Shit. Jenna, your story is not coming true. Werewolves do not exist. A girl was found dead in the woods and your mind is making connections that aren't there." "They said she died of blood loss from wounds on her inner thighs," her breath was coming in gasps. "The news program said she was sexually assaulted before she died. That's exactly what happened in the death scene I wrote last night. She was found on a rock by a creek." "Breathe, Jenna, or you're going to make yourself pass out," he took a couple slow, deep breaths and motioned for her to copy him. "Your story is not coming true. There isn't someone stalking the house. That young woman was killed by some sick psycho. Werewolves do not exist." She nodded and tried to calm her breathing, but the images that she had seen racing through her mind the night before came flooding back with the commentary from the news playing in the background. She couldn't shake the feeling that what she was writing was coming true in the world around her. Dax stayed with her on the couch until she was breathing easier, then he got up to put the groceries away. When he finished, he helped her get into bed and lay down with her to make sure she would fall asleep just fine. Once Jenna had been asleep for an hour or so, Dax got up to check the news reports and read the part of the story that had scared her so badly. After he had read all he could find on the woman that had been found dead, even he couldn't help but see the similarities between the story Jenna had written and the horrible scene that had been uncovered not three miles from her home. * * * * The man had left the house for two hours, and Jarrod had missed his opportunity. He had been seen when he had gone to see what the other one had done to his prey, and he had spent hours trying to lose the trackers. In the meantime, the human male had apparently found time to go shopping. When he had returned, something had happened that made him enter the house and leave the groceries near the door. Jarrod could only think that the news of the dead woman had spread and spooked his mate. He no longer thought of Jenna as the woman, or the human female, she was now just his mate. It was her destiny, and his. But he had missed what would probably be his only opportunity to reach her for another week, and he was kicking himself for it. The changes were coming more frequently and that meant he was getting ready to mate. His body would only be able to hold off the change if he was with his true mate and not just any female. If he didn't mate before the new moon, he would go into a rage like the other one had. Being seen in broad daylight was a risk he would just have to take to see her, and he ran across the field behind the house to the window of the downstairs bedroom. He saw her lying on the bed, but the man was not with her. Still, he couldn't risk going in to get her if the other male was nearby. He would just have to stay in his hiding spot until the moment came to make his move, and try not to give in to his own curiosity when the other one got carried away. * * * * "I feel as though I'm being watched, Dax," she said as she paced the loft. "They gave me the extension, so maybe I should just start another story and try to get this one out of my head. It's ugly. You've read what I've written so far, but you don't know how ugly it is because you can't see it." Dax had given up trying to argue with her. Telling her that he knew she wouldn't be able to leave it unfinished hadn't gotten through to her, so he settled on just trying to comfort her. "You have to tell me how ugly it is, Jenna. I can read the story all I want, but if you don't tell me what's in that beautiful mind of yours I can't know why this has you so freaked out." "What did you tell me yesterday?" She asked, turning to look at him. "After I freaked out about the news broadcast, you said something and you were so convinced that it was right. It even almost convinced me, or at least enough for me to get some sleep. What was it that you said?" "I told you that it wasn't real. Werewolves don't exist and the girl that died was killed by some psycho," he took her hands in his before he realized how much she was shaking. "Jesus, Jenna, you have to talk to me." "This story isn't about werewolves. The girl that died in the story was on some strong hallucinogenic drugs when she died, which made her killed look like a monster to her. She saw a wolf-man when it was really just a man. The man that is stalking the house is just a man. I didn't take Jarrod-the-secondary-character and turn him into Jarrod-the-werewolf. He wasn't developed enough in the other story for you to see his flaws, but they're there. He's some psycho killer, and now he's stalking this house thinking the woman inside is his mate. He simply believes that he changes into a werewolf and that the moon affects him, but it's not what's really happening. I'm writing a psycho killer who has a partner that went off on his own to rape and kills some poor girl who got high at the wrong time." Her movements were almost frantic now and he had to pull her into his arms before she accidentally hit him. She continued, "And somehow, all of this is coming true in the real world. It may not be happening word for word like it is in the story, but it is happening. They're going to find out that the girl died from massive hemorrhaging caused by knife wounds to her very upper thighs. The sexual assault was so brutal that she lost blood from tearing causing her to die faster than if she had just bled out through her femoral artery. They're also going to find three different sets of footprints at the scene -- hers, and two different male prints. And I can't tell them any of this without getting locked up as either a suspect or a nutcase with a really vivid imagination." She laid her head against his shoulder in an attempt to calm the shaking that had spread to her entire body. He wrapped his arms around her and ran his hands through her hair as he tried to calm her nerves as well. "It's not real, Jenna. I know you think it is, but it's not real." "I wrote him coming up to my window yesterday afternoon after you got home," she said into his shirt. "I set up a camera to catch him, and there's a face in the window about fifteen minutes after you came up here to read the news articles." "What?" He looked down at her as she backed away and sat at the computer. She brought up a picture file that was clearly a shot of the bedroom, and he watched as stills showed him getting into bed with Jenna and then getting up again. There were several shots of her sleeping in various positions, indicating that she had been restless, and then she stopped on a shot of a figure looking in at her through the window. It was blurry, but the features of a man with a scraggly beard could be made out. "You put a game camera up in the room?" "I put a game camera up in the room and then wrote him coming to the window when you weren't there." * * * * She stretched away from the computer as she always did after a long session with the keyboard. Dax had come up a couple hours before to check on her, or maybe it had been more than a couple hours. He should be in bed right now, which would be just what she needed. She went to her closet and took off her clothes, putting them in the hamper before heading back downstairs to the room she had begun sharing with Dax. His hand slid over her hip and he roused when it registered that she was naked. She smiled when he slid over to kiss her shoulder and pull her against him, but that wasn't what she wanted. Her hands moved to his chest and she pushed him onto his back as she leaned down to kiss him. He was awake then and his hands fumbled as sleep impaired his movements, but he managed to lift her over him enough to get ready for when she drove her hips down on him. He grunted as she slid over him and began to move. She gyrated her hips, moaning as she took him deep inside her with rough movements of her hips and lower back. His hands slid up to her breasts, squeezing harder and harder as he came closer to the edge beneath her. Just as he began to moan, she leaned down to kiss him and run her hands through his hair while he grabbed her ass and held her still above him. With his hands on her ass he began to drill into her, crying out as he slammed deep into her one last time as he came. With his cries still dying in the still night, Jenna reached under her pillow for the nine millimeter pistol she had stashed there just before mounting Dax. His eyes flew open when the safety released and she pressed the cold metal to the side of his head. "How?" "You were the only one that could have told him what I was writing," she said. "You were a good lay, whoever you are, but rest assured I will find out what you did with my friend Dax." The man laughed as she slid off of him, careful to keep the gun pressed against his skull. "You think you have it all figured out, little girl? He will have you." "No, he won't," the gun was loud in the tiny room, but she still heard the report of another weapon being fired somewhere behind the house. She left the man to cool on the bed as she walked out of the room to sit on the couch and turn on the news, where the cover of her newest book greeted her with the report that it was a best seller, and hopefully a prelude to a long horror series.