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Howl

By: DiMSuMoRe



The club was bumping. Music was blasting and all Chiara could think about was Jerome. They had a very heated argument two days ago and he hasn't called her since. For some reason any little thing could spark a disagreement between the two. It seemed almost as if Jerome wanted to find reasons to fight with his girlfriend.

Chiara was planning on staying home this weekend, but her friends weren't having that. They weren't going to let her wallow in despair. They knew Jerome was up to no good, but anyone knowing Chiara knew that she thought Jerome was an angel and nobody could change her opinion. So they decided to show Chiara just what type of angel Jerome could be.

"Girl, I don't know why you are tripping," Alexis, Chiara's cousin shouted while going through her closet of clothes. "You are going to this club. I don't care if I personally have to go through your clothes, find an outfit and dress you myself! You are not staying here and having a pity party over that loser."

"Alexis you don't understand," Chiara countered sitting on her bed, making no move to help her friend sort through clothes. "Jerome and I have something special. I wonder if anything has happened to him. He hasn't called me in two days. TWO DAYS Lexi! What if he's gotten in a car accident, or has been kidnapped? You know there are a lot of those happening now a days."

"Honeychild please!" Alexis said, swinging her neck around to face Chiara. Although mixed with black and Korean, she often reverted back to her mother's roots when highly irritated. "Don't nobody want Jerome and his stank black ass. You know you acting real silly right now. You best be glad I love you cause you a behaving mighty ignorant."

"Okay please stop taking like that! Auntie Sheri is coming out full force." Chiara's aunt -- Alexis' mother was a force to be reckoned with. She didn't censor herself and actually thrived on the attention she got when she got loud. Alexis, in polite company, was usually quiet and only spoke when spoken to. Kind of like her father Kwan, who was a stoic man of little words. Chiara has never heard him speak more than a sentence. Alexis swears up and down that her father and mother have many verbal arguments, but she didn't believe her. 

"Well I am my mother's daughter... Speaking of which, I'm never spending the night over my parent's house again!" Alexis huffed pulling a pair of skinny jeans out to match the top set aside for Chiara's outfit.

"Why what happened?"

"Ooo Chi Chi it was horrible," She moaned plopping down in the bed. "I was having this bad ass dream right, you know the one with the pirate plundering this -- I mean HIS booty," Chiara shook her head in agreement. Of course she knew of the dream. Alexis had an unnatural obsession with Johnny Depp and with him being in those pirate movies, it's gotten worse. "and all of a sudden I hear this noise. It sounded like a scream, so naturally I thought someone was being hurt. I go downstairs and I hear it again, but this time it's louder and deeper and longer. I head over to my parents room about to knock and ask if everything is alright. Then suddenly I hear dad going, 'You better swallow that shit'. Oh my God, Chi Chi I know my parents still have sex. I mean I have five siblings and a new little brother, but I didn't want to find out like that."

"Ha! Serves you right for being nosey. I bet you ran upstairs like a little girl." They both looked at each other for a couple of seconds and then bust out laughing.

"I did, I did! Girl, I'm glad that's all I heard that night. Anyways, back to you. I picked out your outfit for this evening and it is fly."

"Okay, I'll go, but don't do me any favors and try to hook me up tonight, alright?"

"Pinky promise cuz."

**********

"This club is hot! How come we never been here before?" Alexis asked, taking a rest from dancing to sit with Chiara.

Their friends Mona and Joie met up with them at the apartment before they all left. When they entered the club, the foursome drew attention. Easily being the best looking females in the place. Alexis was very exotic with her peach Ralph Lauren dress which stopped at mid-thigh and accentuated her mocha skin tone and brown almond shaped eyes. It clung to all her slim curves, but also was very classy looking. Her hair was freshly washed and left in it's natural curly state, only being picked out for body. 

Mona and Joie were beautiful also. One light and the other dark. Mona had olive toned skin thanks to her Greek background and a short pixie cut that did wonders for her high cheekbones and slightly Romanesque nose. She wore a white expensive looking tube dress and equally expensive shoes to match. Joie was the exact opposite she had long bleach blond hair and delicate features. Her mother is Creole, hence the name. She said it means 'Joy', she also said that her father was the whitest man she knew. When Chiara met him, she agreed. She had the looks of an angel, but to all that knew her she was evil incarnate. Thankfully, she had someone to calm her down and put a dazzling ring on her finger. She was wearing a black form fitting top with tight khaki shorts. Very understated until you got to her shoes which were tall 4 inch Minolos. They made her legs look like sex.

Lastly there's Chiara dressed in all black. She wore her hair parted center and straight, layered reaching just past her shoulder-blades. Her features were a testament of her mother's Caribbean background. She had a small nose, finely shaped eyebrows, full lips and large green eyes. The outfit Alexis chose complimented her shaped and gave her height. Being the shortest of the group at 5'3", she needed all the height she could get. She wore a black swarovski crystal encrusted corset, with black skinny seven jeans. She wasn't as slim as her cousin, she had dangerous curves though, the same ones that attracted Jerome. Once as a joke he had asked to measure her, she refused at first, but he was persistent. She finally relented on terms that she got to measure him also and found out that she was 35-24-37. Chiara also found out that Jerome was only 5 ¾ inches. At the time she said that it didn't matter, that it was all in how he worked it. Although, he really didn't know how to...

"This club is new in town. Heard that some guys from Scotland opened it up," Mona said while drinking her Long Island. "Isn't that strange? Why would some guys from Scotland come all the way to Pennsylvania to open up a club?"

"I don't know and don't care. Want I really want to know is why Chiara isn't dancing. She got on the red 'fuck me' heels." Joie leaned over the table to get in Chiara's face. She wanted her to listen to what she had to say. "You need to get up on the floor and move that booty. You know me, Alexis and Mona don't have as much as you do, even combined! You need to get up on that floor and show these skinny bitches how to work it girl!" Joie laughed working on her third gin and tonic. 

"Hey I resent that remark for all skinny bitches." Alexis commented. "I'd like you to know that I was twirling, dipping, shaking, and splitting that dance floor in two. Couldn't no ho touch this." She said standing up and poising side to side.

"Goodness me Lexi, we've only been here for an hour and you're already twirling! You must really like this place," Chiara quipped, looking at her phone for missed calls or text. Seeing none she sighed and continued looking absentmindly at the dance floor. 

Alexis was getting very exasperated with her cousin. She had never seen her so sprung over a boy. And from what she knew, he sho wasn't packing nothing! Time to set the plan in motion. Any moment now Jerome would be walking through the door with a girl on her arm. She knew this because of her secret sources. 

"Anyways, how bout you and me dance to this song? It's slow and sensual and I bet all the little pervs in here would like to see two exotic looking girls hunching on each other," Alexis reached out her hand to Chiara. "What do you say cuz? Put all thoughts of that stank ass boyfriend aside and give everyone in here a show?"

Chiara looked around the club and couldn't help but notice that everyone seemed to be having a good time except for her. She didn't want to be a party pooper and feel all depressed either. So she took her cousin's hand and followed her lead.

Alexis led her to the middle of the floor and twirled her around briefly before they started to show their moves. "I bet they don't move like this is Scotland." Chiara joked, slow winding her hips to dip her body forward and shaking her butt a little. 

"That's right wobble that shit girl! That's the one thing I really can't do. My ass is too flat and tight... thank you dad!" Alexis laughed before shaking her hips down to the floor in front of her cousin. They danced like this through five songs before calling it quits and heading over to their booth. "Remind me to thank your mom for showing me how to wind. I think that DJ purposely played those reggae songs for us to show our moves."

"I think so, too. No club outside of Miami plays FIVE reggae songs back to back," Chiara agreed taking her card out of her purse. "I'm going to get a drink, anyone want anything?"

"No girl we don't because we've already been given free drinks. It seems a though the owner is here tonight and saw you two on the floor. He had someone bring us drinks and said that tonight we can have all the free drinks we want." Mona said calmly sipping on her drink.

"Word?"

"Yeah, Chi Chi you got the magic booty. Never in my life have I seen you dance like you just did." Joie said while fixing her diamond. "I also saw Jerome..."

"What! Where?" Chiara asked, breaking her neck to look around the club.

"Over there with that stick figured hussy," Joie pointed to the back of the club. "You want to go over there and break his face? I'm ready when you are." Joie said fixing her rings. "I plan on drawing some blood."

"No that's alright. Do you think he knows I'm here?" Mona and Joie shook their heads 'no'.

"He's been too into that ho to notice anything," Mona replied before looking at something behind Alexis and Chiara. "Who are those fine ass men?"

Chiara turned around to see who Mona was referring to. There were four men walking down from the VIP section upstairs. She wasn't lying, they were all very attractive. Two of them had long dark hair that went a little passed their muscled broad shoulders. The two had similar chiseled features and wore tight shirts, one red and the other dark blue. They had on tight jeans that showed the large muscles of their legs and other large interesting things. It would be a shame if they stuffed. Chiara thought, imagining finding out that they did and telling everyone she knew about their false advertisement. She didn't mind small ones -- she just wanted to know what she was working with without being let down before actually seeing the goods.

The other two wore suits. Tailored suits that looked very, very expensive. The one in the lead had long dark red hair that was pulled back from his face in a low ponytail. He was large in stature the most attractive of the bunch with strong masculine features and a sinful mouth. The other was large also and blond with short tousled hair. He was beautiful with a mischievous appearance and a full mouth.

"Ooo, what I wouldn't do if I had those lips wrapped around, pulling, nimbling and sucking on my cl—" 

"Alexis! Oh my God, censor yourself," Chiara said shaking her head. "You are talking about the blond one right?" Alexis nodded her head in agreement.

"Oh, you want the other one? I thought you didn't like 'white bwoys'." Alexis laughed, elbowing her cousin. "You was about to get mad if I said the redhead, weren't you?"

"I never said that I didn't like them, you asked me my preference and I told you that I like my chocolate chip brothers. Now get off me." Chiara moved to sit by Joie, while Alexis told Mona to scoot so she could sit down.

"I took the liberty of ordering you two ladies your usual," Mona said pointing to a couple of drinks. "Enjoy!" 

Chiara took a long drink from hers to settle her nerves. She and Jerome have been together for about a year and it sucked finding out that he was cheating on her. To think that she spent all her time and energy on trying to make their relationship work and feeding his ego. She should just go over there and give him a piece of her mind and tell him that he was never man of enough for her anyways with his short dick and nonexistent personality. 

Chiara wasn't really paying any attention to what was going on around her, mainly because she was internally categorizing everything in her apartment that belonged to Jerome, so that she could throw it all away. The girls didn't mind, they were too busy reminiscing and laughing at random drunk people dancing. 

"What -- where, are they on their way over here?" Alexis asked not really expecting a reply. "Oh my God! Yes they are!"

"Lexi... LEXI! Why are you pinching my leg?!" Mona screeched, shoving Alexis' hand off of her.

"I don't know," she replied desperately. "I don't know Mona. Maybe it's because that blond piece of man meat is making his way over to our booth and I don't want to seem over eager, so I pinched you to let some of my tension out." Alexis said in one breath.

"Ok, it's alright. Just remember to breathe. I don't want you passing out in here for lack of oxygen to your brain." Mona whispered as the four men drew closer.

**********

"Do you see that Ruaraidh?" Faolán asked, standing to peer over the railing, then whispering to himself. "What I'd give to have her work her hips on me."

"Aye, I've never seen that in Scotland," Cahal remarked to his older brother. Whose attention was drawn to another place. "Calan, what do you think of those two?" He said pointing to the dance floor.

"I believe that his attention is drawn elsewhere," Ruaraidh murmured, in his reclined seat. He had an excellent view of his club, so he didn't need to stand to investigate. He'd noticed the four females as soon as they entered his club. All four had interesting looks, but the one that kept him turning his head was the shortest of the group. She had smooth caramel skin and long black hair. Her body type was one he wasn't used to seeing and desiring. Among his people tall, slender, and pale was the ideal in a bed partner. Maybe the reason why he was so intrigued by this female was because of her differences. "Calan tell Ty to serve the four ladies endless drinks tonight."

"Nay, I shall see to it myself." Calan replied heading to the stairs.

"You shall do no such thing," Ruaraidh growled low, but loud enough for the three to hear. "Remember that I am your Alpha."

"Even so Calan, you'd break that human in half. I've seen you in rut and you do not give any mercy." Faolán quipped, turning from the railing to chuckle with his friend. "You haven't a delicate bone in your body, my friend."

"How would you know that she wants delicate? My bone is hard, as it should be. Maybe she would want me to break her in half."

"Which one are you referring to, Calan?" Cahal asked, looking between the two humans sitting at the booth. He had his eye on the slender exotic one on the dance floor, but for some reason he also wanted a piece of the one with short hair sitting by the blonde.

"The blonde angel."

"The angel to your beast. Why, is that a ring I spy? Lay low friend, she is attached." Faolán was Beta and was known for giving advice, but rarely did Calan heed.

"That means not. I shall pursue and I shall plunder." With that said, he signaled to Ty the bartender to do as the Alpha said.

"While you are doing that, tell the DJ to keep playing the music that has those women shaking their arse." Faolán said, turning back to the dance floor. 

"I would like to introduce myself before we leave for the night," Cahal murmured leaning on the rail beside Faolán. "This club has been open for six months and I've never seen these females before. What's to say that they'll come again."

"I think the free liquor will entice them, young one," Faolán replied. "But do not fret; we shall make ourselves known before the night is out. I doubt Ruaraidh will part without letting the lovely ladies recognize that it was his generosity that allowed them endless alcohol."

Howl



Selena looked over her shoulder as she headed into the forest, the lights of her town shrinking behind her and her only light coming from the small flashlight in her hand. All her life she had heard about the beast that dwelled in the woods outside of town and all her life she had believed that these were just stories parents told to keep their kids from wandering out into the woods on their own. Recently, however, people had been going missing near the woods. The bodies of livestock had been found mangled at the forest's edge. No one seemed willing to blame the beasts, but Laura was determined to find out.

Selena was twenty-two, a college student, with luscious blonde hair, a tall, shapely figure, and stunning blue eyes. She was wearing tight-fitted jeans and a little camisole with a cardigan over top, her succulent breasts just visible. She was in a committed relationship, though even her boyfriend didn't seem to believe that there might be something supernatural going on in the forest.

She moved quietly through the trees, her heart pounding in her ears as she got deeper and deeper into the forest, the moon and stars blotted out by the tops of the trees. She accidentally snapped on a twig, snapping it, the sound seeming to echo all through the woods. She cursed under her breath, accidentally dropping her flashlight. She heard the top pop off, the batteries rolling away out of sight as the light instantly blinked out.

"No, no, no," she whimpered, kneeling down and blindly attempting to recover the batteries. She froze when she sensed something behind her, something in the shadows, watching her. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and she got slowly to her feet, turning. Her heart stopped when she heard a faint growling from the darkness and, without a second thought, she began to run, directionless and lost, only able to see faint shadows in the murky darkness.

As she ran, she became aware of something running after her, forcing herself to keep going even as she stumbled over roots and fallen branches, her clothes becoming torn and her skin becoming cut as she caught herself on sticks. She screamed as the ground gave way underneath her and she stumbled into a shallow ravine, twisting her ankle and finding herself unable to get up. She lay where she fell, panting, her shirt torn open, her body shaking with fear and exhaustion.

Everything was silent for a minute, aside from the sound of blood rushing in her ears. She didn't dare move, in case her movements attracted whatever had been chasing her. Just as she let herself believe she had outrun the unseen predator, something much bigger than her jumped over top of her, causing her to scream and struggle uselessly as she tried to drag her wounded body away.

A sliver of moonlight fell into the ravine and Selena saw for a moment what had hunted her here. It was a wolf—no, it was much bigger than a wolf. It was easily the size of a pony, with thick, black fur and piercing green eyes. She stared up at it, a mix of awe and fear in her wide eyes, before a cloud passed over the moon again and everything was plunged back into darkness.

She felt the beast tugging at her clothes with his teeth and her struggles were met with growls. Whenever she tried to drag herself away, it would snap at her and snarl before returning to its task of ripping off her clothes. It was as if the beast had some sort of idea of what it was doing—a human-like intuition that made Selena even more afraid. When her body was laid bare in front of the beast, he stood back for a moment as the moon once again illuminated the little area. She felt the beast's eyes on her, and blushed.

Her soft, large breasts were now fully in view, her pink nipples fully erect in the chill of the forest. Her smooth skin had no marks on it apart from the scratches she had gained from running through the forest. Her flat stomach led down to the little triangle of blonde hair between her legs, though her succulent pussy was hidden away by her crossed thighs as she attempted to guard herself from the beast in whatever way she could. As the moonlight fell on the beast again, she saw something she had not noticed before. A huge, erect cock dangled between the monster wolf's legs, throbbing with want and dripping pearls of pre-cum. Her jaw dropped slightly, a heat building in her stomach. Why was that cock so... irresistible?

Selena couldn't take her eyes off it until the light faded again and she heard the creature begin to pad back towards her. She didn't try to run again, though whether it was because she was too exhausted or because her arousal had been peaked by the sight of that huge, inhuman cock she couldn't tell. She felt the cold nose of the beast pressing between her breasts before he began to lap at her nipples, causing an unintended moan to escape her beautiful lips. The attentions to her breasts continued until the beast could smell the sweet odor of her pussy as it became wet and hot and Selena had begun to give herself over. He licked down her stomach, burrowing his nose between her legs which parted instinctually.

What happened next was almost enough to make Selena cum right away. His large, rough tongue moved quickly and forcefully against her wet pussy, stroking her clit in its motions, driving her wild with want. She arched her back, clenching her jaw and writhing on the spot. "Ahh, n-no, s-stop," she muttered weakly, too far gone in her passion to possibly put up a fight now. When the beast did stop just short of her climax, she gave a dismayed groan, spreading her legs wider as if to entice him to continue. Instead, the beast nudged her over onto her stomach and she obligingly got onto her hands and knees, knowing was coming next.

The creature mounted her, his weight almost enough to make her collapse. She bit her lip, feeling her excessive pussy juices dripping onto the grass below. She squeezed her eyes shut, anticipating the pain and pleasure that would come with this coupling. She felt the tip of the beast's cock pressing against her eager entrance, whimpering softly as she desired to feel the whole length inside her. Her wish was answered as, with a sudden thrust, the beast sheathed himself in her sweet, hot cunt, stars exploding in front of Selena's eyes as the massive cock stretched her like no human cock ever had, feeling at once like she would break and like she would scream for pleasure.

She did not have time to contemplate the pain for long as the beast became to roughly thrust in and out of her tight pussy, his growls of pleasure mixed with her moans of ecstasy as she was fucked like she'd never been fucked before. His tip butted against her cervix, her whole body on fire from the unbelievable sensations.

"Fuck me!" she cried, falling onto her elbows so her beautiful ass stuck up in the air, allowing the beast even better access to her divine pussy. As if understanding, the creature began to thrust harder, and she felt his cock swelling and throbbing as he drew nearer and nearer to spilling himself inside of her. She bit her lip, her tits shaking as his thrusts shook her whole body, covered in a sheen of sweat as she reached under herself to stroke her swollen clit, the combination of her over-sensitive clit and his ruthless fucking sending her hurtling over the edge as she came with a wanton, animalistic cry, her pussy squeezing around his cock, her juices flowing like crazy as her body was consumed with perfect hot bliss.

The beast was not far behind her as he began to shoot streams of jizz into her wanting pussy, growling until finally a great burst coursed through his shaft, filling her pussy to the brim. The beast threw his head back, howling, joined by a chorus of distant howls elsewhere in the forest, and by Selena's own ecstatic cries as she was filled like never before by the hot seed of an inhuman lover.

***

Selena awoke the next morning, naked, covered in scratches, and with a swollen ankle. She rubbed her eyes, feeling a dull ache between her legs and beginning to remember what had gone on the night before. Had it been a dream? It certainly didn't feel like it. She gathered what was left of her clothing and attempted to get dressed, staggering to her feet and trying not to put pressure on her swollen ankle. She didn't know how she was supposed to get out of here! She tugged her jeans on, attempting to button them and frowning when she realised they were too small. That didn't make any sense! They had fit a couple of hours ago! She scowled, eventually forcing them to close, but her swollen belly protruded a little over the waistline. She started to limp down the ravine, hoping to find a place to get out that wouldn't require any rock climbing.

After an hour of this, she had to stop, as she was beginning to feel nauseated and her jeans began to feel like they were squeezing her to death. She sat down, unbuttoning her jeans and pushing them off, sighing with relief. She lifted the remains of her shirt slightly, her eyes widening when she saw her stomach, round and firm as if she were four or so months pregnant. She ran her hands over her stomach, feeling a flurry of panic inside of her. How could she possibly be pregnant so quickly? And with something that wasn't even human? She gradually became aware of the heat between her legs, and how incredibly horny she was. As the beast seemed to have disappeared, she moved her hand between her legs and began to pleasure herself, though it felt nowhere near as good as that huge, throbbing cock between her legs. She rubbed her clit desperately, soft moans escaping her lips as she brought herself to climax again and again, her stomach growing by the hour until she looked a full nine months pregnant, her breasts having grown in turn and leaking small rivulets of milk.

As she brought herself to climax once more, the waves of pleasure were interrupted by a sudden contraction. She sat upright, clutching her stomach as she began to feel movement inside. She bit her lip, suddenly becoming aware of how very real and serious this situation was. She was about to give birth. She was only twenty-two. She didn't know what was going to come out. She could never tell her boyfriend. She might not even make it out alive. She felt another shattering contraction, getting herself into the most comfortable position she could and spreading her legs out wide as the birth began.

She felt a gush of fluid between her legs before the first offspring began to leave her body. She clutched at the ground and pushed as hard as she could, moving one hand to gently rub her clit to try to ease the pain of birth. With a slick sound, the first arrival landed on the grass. She sat up, seeing that her child was, like its father, a large wolf-pup, a blind newborn, attached still to its mother by the cord. She didn't have time to contemplate her young for long though before another wave of contractions started. Selena stayed for several hours birthing her litter, her moans of pain intermingled with those of pleasure as she brought forth each new life. By the end, she had birthed seven offspring. Exhausted, she laid down in the grass with them and they began to struggle for places to feed at their mother's swollen breasts. She smiled serenely, her previous worries forgotten, feeling immensely satisfied.

When night fell, her mate returned to her. He examined his young before licking their mother's cheek. She looked up at him adoringly, seeing his erect cock glistening between his legs. She knew she was his now, and she would give him many broods. When he howled, she howled with him. The beasts were real. She was theirs now.



Howl at the Moon



When I was a freshman in college, I had a crush on a guy at school named Dan. He was on the football team. Some of the guys on the team were going camping one weekend and Dan invited me to go along. Now, any girl should have known not to go camping with 5 guys, but I was not just any girl - and I was always ready for an adventure. 

On the drive up to the mountains, Dan and I laid in the back of one of the other guy's trucks, under several blankets, making out. Dan and I did nothing but kiss and snuggle on the way to the campsite - a little light petting. But, by the time we got up into the mountains, I was hot, wet, and throbbing.

The guy driving, Kevin, parked the truck and waved for Ricky and Marc to come on into the campsite. Kevin then uncovered Dan and me and grinned at our flushed appearance. Dan jumped out of the truck and helped Kevin unpack the food as Marc and Ricky rolled the keg out of the back of the other truck. Being the only girl, I felt it was my duty to supervise as the guys got the camp set up and started the fire. As the sun began to set, Dan came over to where I was sitting and handed me a hot dog and then joined me as I ate. We sat and flirted and giggled as the other guys joked around.

Kevin came and sat on the other side of me and dropped his arm around my shoulder, joining me and Dan in our conversation. Ricky said there was loud music coming from a campsite nearby and he was going to check it out. Glaring at me, he stalked off into the woods. (I found out years later that Ricky was gay and had a crush on Kevin at the time.)

Marc grinned at the three of us sitting on that fallen log and began to get a bunch of sleeping bags out of the back of the trucks. He unzipped them and made a large bed of them near the fire. Then he flopped down and slipped his shoes off. He propped his head up on his entwined hands and looked at the three of us. He asked if were cold sitting over there and wouldn't we like to join him? I giggled (beer always makes me giggle) and said "what about it guys? you think we should?"

Kevin said something about Marc looking lonely and that maybe we should join him. Dan, who was a REALLY big guy picked me up and carried me over to the nest of sleeping bags. He laid me down next to Marc and then flopped down beside me. Kevin just grinned and sat down at my feet. I laughed and asked if we wouldn't be cold without a sleeping bag covering us? Dan snuggled in closer to me and said they would keep me warm, letting his hand drift across my chest.

I grinned and reached one hand out for Dan and the other out for Marc lying next to me, bringing their bodies in closer to mine. Dan began to kiss me and Marc began to nibble on my ear and neck. Pretty soon I was squirming from the sensations they were producing. Then I felt hot breath on my midriff as Kevin crawled up my body, lifting my shirt as he went.

Kevin stopped as he uncovered my bra, happily discovering it had a front clasp. He quickly unclasped it, setting my tits free to bounce in the night air. I gasped as Kevin's mouth closed on my right nipple and his hand closed over my left breast.

As Kevin continued to stimulate my breasts, I felt Dan and Marc shift away from me. I opened my eyes to find the two of them shedding clothes as quickly as if they were competing for the world's record. Dan finished first and lay down next to me once again, and I could feel the strength in his muscular body snuggled up tight against me. I gasped as he placed one hand under my neck, causing my head to fall backward slightly and my neck to arch. He then began to lick and nibble the sensitive flesh he had just exposed. Marc was slower and by the time he finished removing all of his clothing, Kevin had moved up to take his spot on my right side.

Undaunted, Marc knelt between my legs and began removing my shoes and socks, then my jeans and panties. The cool night air felt amazing on my wet slit as Marc spread my legs. Sighing happily, Marc curled up between my legs and began licking my clit. I groaned and raised my hips to allow him better access to my wet cunt. I could feel his grin against my pussy lips just before his tongue darted out and dipped into my pussy, tasting the juices that had gathered there.

Kevin meanwhile was shedding clothes as he continued to play with my nipples. As soon as he was naked, he lay back down next to me an applied his tongue and teeth to my hard nips. The sensations these three guys were causing me to experience had my head spinning. My whole body was squirming under the onslaught and if I had had the breath, I would have howled at the full moon shining through the trees.

Dan growled in my ear telling me what a sexy slut I looked like lying there in the moonlight. He said he wanted me to suck his cock. I moaned and begged him to stick his hard cock in my mouth, to please let me suck him. He immediately knelt next to my head and I turned toward him and sucked his cock into my mouth. He tasted amazing, with pre-come dripping off the throbbing head of his penis. I licked the pre-come off of him and then quickly pulled as much of Dan's cock into my mouth as I could. It was hard to get much movement as I sucked him because of the awkward position of my head and so Dan began to fuck my mouth while my tongue swirled around his thrusting cock.

Shortly after I began to suck Dan, I felt a cool breeze touch my sopping pussy as Marc moved away. Kevin, never one to miss an opportunity, quickly moved between my legs and shoved his cock into me. I gasped around Dan's thrusting pole and arched my back as Kevin began to fuck me in earnest. Kevin did not have the largest cock I had ever felt, but he had this way of rolling his hips as he thrust that soon had me teetering on the brink of an orgasm.

Suddenly Dan groaned loudly and grabbed my head, thrusting his cock deep into my mouth. His cock pulsed as he came, shooting his come into my throat in spurts. I swallowed as much as I could, the rest running down my face and neck.

Kevin, excited by seeing his friend come in my mouth, began to thrust harder and faster. I moaned as Dan slipped his cock from my mouth and Kevin began to pound into me like a jackhammer. Just as I was about to come, Kevin's body went rigid and I felt his cock spurting inside me. Kevin groaned then and slipped from between my legs.

Wanting more, I quickly sat up to find Marc standing off to one side, stroking his cock. I grinned at him and asked him to please come fuck me with that thing. Marc grinned back and did not hesitate to come join me on the sleeping bags. He slipped his cock into me and began to thrust, but he had apparently had too much beer as his cock would not stay hard. Finally, frustrated, he slipped from between my legs and lay down next to me. I reached my hand down and began rubbing his semi-erect cock gently. He kissed me and grinned as Dan came back from the keg.

Dan was hard again and wasted no time in shoving his cock into my unsatisfied pussy. He did not have the same technique as Kevin, but his cock was bigger and rubbed all the right places. Dan knelt between my legs as he fucked me and grabbed my ass, lifting me half off the blankets. This angle of my hips allowed Dan to use his incredible strength to fuck me harder than I had ever been fucked before. His cock felt so good - he would draw back, almost all the way out and then slam himself back inside me, hard. Pretty soon I was screaming as I finally came. My back arched, but my hips did not move an inch, held in Dan's vise -like grip. He continued to pound into me as I came, and a few minutes later I felt his cock begin to throb as he came deep inside me.

Marc had moved back slightly and was once again stroking his own cock as he watched me and Dan. As Dan moved from between my legs, I rolled over and took Marc's cock into my mouth. I licked the sensitive underside of his penis and then sucked on the head. Marc groaned as his hard-on returned full-force. I continued to suck on Marc while kneeling on all fours, my ass in the air.

Kevin, seeing another golden opportunity, knelt behind me and stuck his cock in my pussy again. His technique from behind, with him rolling his hips, felt even more incredible than it had before. As he began to fuck me in earnest, and his balls started slapping my clit, I came again. I moaned into Marc's pubic hair as my orgasm washed through me, and I shoved my ass back at Kevin as he continued to thrust into me.

As soon as I was able I once again began to suck on Marc, sliding my mouth up and down on his now rock-hard shaft. It did not take long before Marc's cock exploded, sending his hot come down my throat. It tasted wonderful - different from Dan's, a little sweeter.

Marc collapsed onto the sleeping bags and I was free to concentrate on Kevin's amazing thrusting behind me. I began to thrust back at him as he fucked me, and this sent Kevin over the edge. He growled as he came, shoving his cock hard into me and grabbing onto my hips.

I sighed happily as Kevin slid his cock from my now tired pussy and lay down next to Marc, who was already half asleep. Dan returned with the last two sleeping bags from the truck and lay down on my other side, covering me, himself and Marc with the warm blankets.

We slept the sleep of the deeply satisfied and woke to the rising of the sun and the corresponding rise of the two guys' cocks tangled in the blankets with me. I have no idea where Kevin slept or where he was the next morning when Marc finally fucked me as I sucked Dan's hard cock.



Howl Ch. 02



The four men made their way downstairs. Ruaraidh in front, Faolán closely behind him, with Cahal and Calan bringing up the rear. They were four men on a mission it seemed, making a beeline to the booth housing the four exotic ladies. All four knew their appearance and status. They knew that they were good looking and they also used it to their advantage.

"How is everyone enjoying the club tonight?" Faolán asked, stepping in front of his Alpha to question the women.

"We are having a wonderful time," Mona replied, accustomed to being the spokesperson of her friends. "I suppose we have you all to thank for the free drinks." With that she tilted her head and sipped on her Long Island.

"We are pleased to hear that," Ruaraidh continued, taking in each females' appearance at a closer range. In his inspection he found that they all where more attractive up close. Especially the one he had been eyeing earlier. Being this close to her made is skin tingle and his senses more alert. She did not notice his heavy perusal over her figure because she was busy with her phone.

With his sense heightened, he could also sense the nervousness and innocence rolling in tangible waves off of the tall exotic one and motioned Faolán closer. "Do not toy with that one, she seems most fragile." 

Faolán nodded his head and stepped back. Ruaraidh knew him too well. He had planned on cornering the beauty, so that he could get more acquainted with her. He just shrugged, mentally categorizing all the bitches that would be eager for him to slake his lust into that night.

Joie was finishing her text to her man when she looked up at the foursome to comment. "We really appreciate the drinks and the warm welcome from you gentlemen. I'm guessing this was done in hopes of motivating us to come again." Joie stated boldly, about to continue, only to have Calan step forward and lean toward her over the table.

"And what is your name, angel?"

Alexis and Mona giggled, knowing that Joie hated flirts and pet names even more. Joie leaned forward in her seat to look directly into Calan's eyes to say. "My name is MRS. Carlos Ferrera." She then leaned back into the booth to put her elbows on the table and play with her wedding ring; all the while staring directly into Calan's face. 

Chiara was texting her sister and mother throughout the entire affair with news of her relationship with Jerome, but her ears perked at Joie's raised voice. She interjected a small 'roar', with her hand forming a small claw before continuing her text.

Ruaraidh, Faolán, and Cahal chuckled at Calan's expense, knowing that only a few moments ago he had stated that he didn't care for Joie's status and that he'd have her. They didn't doubt him because they knew how intensely their friend operated. They were only humored that a female didn't fall immediately for his charms as they have done in the past. If Calan wished to pursue this one, he'd have to think outside his usual tactic.

"Mrs. Carlos Ferrera, it is nice to meet you," Cahal said finally speaking up. "My name is Cahal," He gestured to his right. "This is my brother Calan."

"I am Faolán and this is the owner Ruaraidh."

"Those are interesting names, Scottish I presume?" Mona asked.

"They are actually Gaelic. An ancient language that very few speak," Ruaraidh replied, not really going into detail.

"That's interesting. My name is Mona. To my left is Lexi," Alexis waved. "She's shy. On my far right is Chiara. She's usually not this rude," Indicating Chiara's texting. "And of course you know Mrs. Carlos Ferrera."

"Well met ladies, we shall take our leave," Ruaraidh nodded, heading toward the exit.

"Enjoy yourself ladies. We, unfortunately, have to depart." Faolán said before following. Cahal waved while Calan nodded before leaving the table.

Once out of earshot, Alexis let out a large sigh. 

"I think I just peed my pants!"

**********

"Did you see how hot they were Chi Chi," Alexis asked fanning herself. They were at home in their apartment. "Ugh, I think I almost had an orgasm smelling Faolán's cologne."

"Why didn't you say anything to him? Ask for his number? You know, show that you're interested." Chiara said from the couch. She had already changed out of her clothes into a cute comfortable nightset.

"I don't know girl. My nerves get the best of me sometimes," She had on an old cropped t shirt and boyshorts. Alexis shook her head before pulling her hair into a messy bun on top of her head. "But I did see someone checking you out. I mean he was practically devouring you with his eyes."

"What are you talking about?"

"Every two seconds he'd lick his lips like this." She demonstrated, actually exaggerating the movement. "His face would remain stoic, but his eyes were like fire when they looked at you."

"Really," Chiara said humoring her. She wasn't in the mood to hear her cousin's embellishments. After finding out about Jerome, she wasn't sure she was ready for someone else.

"Yeah 'really' and take that look off your face. I'm not exaggerating." They paused to look at each other. "Ok maybe I did with the lip licking part, but Chi Chi he was so into you. If you don't believe me ask Mona or Joie. They'll tell you what's up."

"Thanks, but no thanks. I'm not interested. I texted Jerome earlier so that we can meet and talk about our relationship tomorrow; he replied telling me to meet him at the coffee shop down the way. I have decided to end our relationship. Hopefully, it'll all go smoothly."

"Do you want me to come for moral support?"

"I need to do this on my own," Chiara said before heading to her room. She didn't think that at 23 her life would be this way. No, ten years ago she pictured a loving husband two kids a white picket fence and a thriving dance career. Unfortunately, four years ago she severely injured her right ankle. Not actually preventing her from continuing her dream, but being alone in a big city without anyone took a toll on Chiara. She transferred out of college in New York and came to live with her cousin in Pennsylvania. She then got a job in a nearby bank and worked her way up to manager.

Her degree was dance, major in modern dance and minor in education. She really wanted to open up her own studio and teach children the joys of different genres of dance. Her mother owned a studio in Miami and taught dance ranging from salsa to dancehall. Chiara wanted to do that for herself, but didn't have the funds or the credit to get the funds. Money was something her family had and she wasn't about to ask for any. Chiara was headstrong and independent. 

Chiara went to sleep feeling heavy and anxious. She hated break ups, but she hated cheaters even more. She was a sucker and she knew it. All of her choices in men have been bad ones. 'I guess mom was right when she said not to chase boys, let them chase you,' Chiara thought before going to bed. 'Well from now on, I won't be doing anymore pursuing. If a man wants me he's gonna have to work for it.' 

**********

Monday morning was the start of a new work week. The break up with Jerome had gone surprisingly well for Chiara -- no fuss at all. Chiara should have known better than to be surprise, he's obviously had someone else warming his bed. 

She went through her closet for suits to wear. Being the manager at a busy bank in the heart of the city called for professionalism. She also had a big meeting today with a new client looking to put their money in several institutions. From what she'd been told, an account has already been settled with her institution. They would just like to meet face to face with the people handling their money.

Chiara chose a black suit with the skirt falling right before her knees. It was high wasted and had a cropped long sleeved jacket that ended where the skirt started. The suit was tailored perfectly. Underneath the jacket she wore a silk sleeveless crimson blouse. The choice of shoes were narrowed between two contenders; her black patent Nine West ankle boots that were super cute with a peep toe and a four inch heel or her red 'fuck me' stilettos. Considering the impression that she'd make, Chiara went the safe route and wore the black shoes. There was no need for stockings because her legs were smooth. 

The drive to her office was a breeze, no heavy traffic or anything. She made it to the office on time, but was the last to arrive for the meeting. She recognized cars that belonged to her associates parked in their usual place. 

'Great - just great. Now everybody's going have a chance to watch my black ass stroll in last.' Chiara believed they did this to her on purpose. In her opinion her associates probably called up each other and made a pact to arrive to every meeting thirty minutes ahead of schedule.

Once in the building she stopped by the receptionist. "Good morning Gail how are you?"

"I'm doing well Ms. Thomas, and you?"

"Likewise. Listen, do you know if the client has arrived yet?" Chiara didn't want to enter the meeting after them, that was bad form.

"Yes ma'am, about ten minutes ago," Oh shit! "I believe they are waiting on you..."

"Great. Buzz Cleveland and tell him that I'm on my way up." With that said, she headed for the conference room.

"Hello Gentlemen, sorry for the delay," Chiara greeted, taking an empty seat by the head of the table. Which just happened to be far from the entrance of the room. 'I hope they get a real good look at my black ass.' Chiara thought, while deliberately taking her time to get to the empty seat. "Is there anything that I've missed?" She asked directing her attention to her boss and VP Cleveland Brown.

"No Chiara, you are actually right on time. Let me introduce you to Ruaraidh Dougall." The guy from two nights ago. "Mr. Dougall, this is the Manager in charge of the branch you'll be banking at, Chiara Thomas."

Chiara was stunned. She didn't really take a good look at him in the club because she was so hung up on her ex, but in close inspection, she found Ruaraidh to be very attractive and very tall. Not only was he attractive and tall, he looked to be very fit; filling out his custom-tailored Armani three piece suit in every corner. It took her a couple of seconds to register that his hand was extended for her to shake.

"Pleased to meet you Mr. Dougall." Chiara hesitated, taking his large hand into hers.

"Pleasures all mine," Ruaraidh hadn't taken his eyes off of her since she stepped into the room. "Although I do recall us meeting a few days ago. Have you forgotten me so soon?" He smirked, bringing his Scottish accent to a smooth drawl. Chiara tried to hold his intense emerald gaze, but couldn't. She blushed lightly and picked imaginary lint off the sleeve of her jacket.

"No sir, I haven't forgotten you." Chiara replied, thinking 'How could anyone forget a large hunk of delicious man meat like you.' That thought made her blush even harder. 

Sensing the tension between his employee and client. Cleveland decided to interject. "Wonderful, let's get this meeting started, shall we?" 

The meeting lasted five hours. In which, Ruaraidh rarely took his eyes off Chiara. He couldn't believe his luck. He was being reunited with someone who ignited his baser instincts. Since that night, he has had trouble getting a decent rest because all of his thoughts were centered on the small dark beauty. Such thoughts would lead to uncomfortable issues that concluded in him taking the hands on approach that rarely left one satisfied. His beast was adamant in its resolve to have only Chiara. No other bitch could satisfy it. In fact, it only made the hunger worse.

Ruaraidh has had this itch before, but only in a minor way. Regardless, the itch can only be scratched by the source. And he was planning on doing as much scratching as possible to satiate himself.

With the meeting over, Chiara headed towards the lobby. "Ms. Thomas, may I have a word?" It was Ruaraidh.

She turned around only to be accosted with the sight of a tall, muscular, extremely handsome man gazing down at her. "I'd like to have lunch with you this afternoon." 

That's a statement, not a question, Chiara noted. 'How can I put him down easily without sounding like a bitch?' She was interested in him, but she was also scared that she might do something regrettable. Chiara could easily see herself losing all inhibitions with Ruaraidh.

"I would love to have lunch with you Mr. Dougall, but unfortunately I have a branch to oversee." There that should be enough to deter him, Chiara thought, giving him her best apologetic smile.

"That shouldn't be a problem. I have already spoken to Mr. Brown and he has given you the rest of the day off," Ruaraidh walked passed Chiara and said. "Please follow, you will ride with me."

She followed him, speechless and then as they neared the limo upset that he undermined her. 'How dare he arrange a date with me without consulting me?! I don't care if he's a big time client, I am not chopped liver and Cleveland had no right setting me up this way!' 

Chiara was positively fuming when she got into the limo. Ruaraidh appeared to be immune to her rage when in fact it was exactly was he was looking for; a little spice to season things up. He calmly entered the limo after her, taking care to be the perfect gentlemen.

They rode in silence before Chiara spoke. "How dare you do this to me?" She asked through clenched teeth. She was very uncomfortable and very aware of the large man sitting calmly next to her. It didn't help that her panties were damp and that her nipples were hard. What did Lexi say earlier? 'Smelling his cologne almost made her have an orgasm.' Well, Ruaraidh didn't wear cologne, so smelling HIM au natural is having disastrous affects on her underwear.

"You will enjoy yourself," there we go, another statement. 

"What the hell!" Chiara raged, angry at herself for getting into this situation; angry at her boss for setting her up and angry at Ruaraidh for being so damn sexy. "I'll have you know that I don't appreciate being taken advantage of. By you or my boss..."

Ruaraidh reached over and smoothed his hand over her exposed thigh. "Uncross your legs." Chiara was about to protest before he brought his other hand to separate them for her. "Your skin is very soft." He put his hands on her skirt and slid the material out of his way.

"What are you doing?" Chiara whispered, placing her hands on top of his. She wasn't making any move to stop him, but she felt the need to make it known that she wasn't going to let him take her without a little bit of resistance.

"I am obviously preparing you for my advances," Ruaraidh simply stated keeping his eyes level with hers. "If you want to pretend that you are not aroused, that is your prerogative. But it is safe to say that we both know that you want to be fucked." She gasped. "Do not play coy. I smelt your desire as soon as our eyes met in the conference room." The last bit was said in a growl. Chiara gasped again, not because of his words, but because of her pussy contracting.

"I going to fuck you so good, but first I'd like to eat." He pulled her legs apart and brought his head to her lap. "You smell so fucking good. Take your skirt off." She hesitated for a second before complying. 

He chuckled, keeping his head on her belly. "Release your control to me. I will not do anything to you that your body doesn't want. Trust me." 'Ugh why does he have to be so sexy?! What the hell, I only live once, right?' With that thought, Chiara let all her inhibitions go.

As soon as her skirt hit the floor, Ruaraidh twisted her body to lie on the seat. He put one thigh to her chest while other he kept splayed wide open. "Delicious," He growled, looking down at her thong covered pussy. "You creamed right through your undergarments to your thighs." His voice was having luscious affects on her body. Her pelvis was rolling and her cunt couldn't stop clamping on itself. "Don't worry I shall tidy you up."

(A/N: I thought about being evil and stopping right here, but then I decided not to... Enjoy the rest LOL!!!)

Ruaraidh moaned as soon as his tongue made contact with her thighs. This is just what he needed. His beast was overjoyed at the prospect of having a thorough rut and couldn't wait to get to the main course. He went about licking her thighs, stopping at the crease of her pelvis.

"Is your cunt ready for my tongue?" Chiara moaned at the feel of his hot breath on her privates. She could feel the heat through her thong and was anxious for him to just do it. 

"Do you like to be teased?" She shook her head. "What do you want then?" She didn't answer, only twisted her hips closer to his mouth. "You must tell me what you desire, so that I can give it to you." 

"Please..." She moaned, flexing her hips.

"Excuse me Chiara? Did you say something?" Ruaraidh teased drawling her name, then flattened his tongue and broadly licked her thong covered crotch. "Is that what you want? Do you want me to lick you cunt? If so, you must tell me."

"Please lick me."

"That's not good enough. Say what I want to hear." He said before lightly slapping her pussy. His cock was harder than crystal. He loved playing with his food before eating it.

Chiara moaned, "Please lick my cunt."

"That's it? Only lick? Surely you want me to do more than that." He teased, pulling her thong to the side and lowering his head. The sight of her hairless cunt almost made him loose his resolve

"Eat my pussy!" yelled Chiara. Forgetting her modesty and opening her legs even wider than before.

Ruaraidh was more than ready to deliver. He devoured her, separating her plump cunt lips to tongue her tiny pink opening. He briefly wondered about her discomfort in accepting his girth, but that thought was pushed to the back of his mind when she undid his hair tie and started running her hands through his long hair. 

"Eat me. Oooo fuck my pussy. Empty, I need it," Chiara moaned cumming, not really coherent, just voicing her deepest desires. "Take it, suck me. My clit, yessssssssssss right there."

Verbal communication wasn't something that Ruaraidh usually enjoyed doing. Being a werewolf allowed him to opportunity to growl and grunt, but he didn't mind talking during sex. In fact, it aroused him to no extent when his partner was liberal enough to voice their desires in a rut. 

Being Alpha obligated him to allocate duties to subordinates. He enjoyed his position and took advantage of his title. Even in sex he liked to dictate, but something about this woman made him want to do the exact opposite. He wanted to please her; he wanted her to tell him in explicit detail what she wanted him to do to her body. Maybe another time he'd set up that scenario because at this moment he just wanted to eat her and fuck the shit out of her.

Ruaraidh made a move to take off his jacket and vest. He was getting hot and only foresaw himself creating an inferno in the near future. "Take off your clothes. I want to see the body that I'm about to bury my seed into."

Chiara was lost in a haze of lust. Everything felt surreal to her and when she lifted her gaze to Ruaraidh eyes, she fell even deeper. She took off her jacket, blouse, bra, and shoes keeping her eyes level with Ruaraidh's. His lust had transferred to her and she couldn't wait for him to deliver.

Once he had his tops off, he began working on his belt buckle. He stopped once he had it undone. "I want you to take my cock out of my pants." Ruaraidh moaned, rubbing his length through his pants. "Don't take your thong off, leave it on for me."

She did as told, quickly flowing into position in front of him. Chiara saw his bulge and discreetly blushed notating that he definitely wasn't 5 ¾ inches. She fumbled with his buttons, but somehow got them open. Chiara was stunned when she saw that he didn't wear any underwear.




Howl Ch. 02



Ruaraidh chuckled, "I wear briefs on occasion, but today I wanted to be free."

Chiara bit her lip and kept going. Her nipples were painfully hard and distended. She could feel her pussy juice running down her thighs and her clit was beyond swollen. She unzipped his pants and saw the base of his erection surround by curly dark red hairs. 

"Pull down my pants."

She did and saw that his cock was uncut, long, thick and heavy with blood. It leaned toward his right leg and had a slight curve to it. If she had one word to describe it, it would be 'gargantuan'. Chiara bent lower to take off his shoes and socks, before sliding his pants down and off his muscular thighs.

"I would ask you to touch me, but I fear that if you did I wouldn't last very long." Ruaraidh proclaimed before bending down and kissing her lips. It was a mild kiss that spoke nothing of the heat that once set the atmosphere of their coupling. In the kiss, he made sure to explore her mouth with his tongue; tracing her teeth, massaging her tongue and lightly sucking her lips.

He ended the kiss stating, "Let it be known that, that is the only gentle moment I will grant you in this vehicle." With that he reached down and tore her thong from her body and put it someplace to start his new collection.

He palmed her full breast and pushed them together, bending his head to try to fit both nipples inside his mouth. Chiara moaned and once again attached her hands to his head. 'He is making me go crazy with lust,' she thought, trying to get him in between her thighs. 

Ruaraidh felt her irritation and situated himself in the middle of her thighs. He abruptly ended his assault on her breasts to spread her legs wide. He took his cock in hand and pulled back his foreskin to show its angry red head. Ruaraidh then placed it at Chiara's opening, bending her thighs to her chest.

"Do you have any protection?" Chiara asked, knowing that she wasn't ready to deal with any offspring that may result in this affair.

"You are not ovulating," He replied, feeling a little disappointed that his seed wouldn't catch in her womb. 'Odd,' he thought, 'I've never felt that way before.'

Chiara's eyes were squeezed shut, waiting for him to penetrate her. A few seconds went by without any action. She opened her eyes and gasped at the vision in front of her. Instead of his iris' being an emerald green color, they had changed to silver. His hair was unbound and flowed around his visage given him an almost ethereal look. If it wasn't for the cock pressed into her, Chiara would have thought him an angel.

"Keep your eyes open." With that he plunged forward. Her liquid desire making his passage a little easier, but she was still unbelievably tight. 'Damn she's tight!' Ruaraidh thought, pulling out slowly to quickly thrust forward. 'And very responsive.' He noted between each noisy thrust. 

Chiara felt full with each forward thrust. He was doing things to her body that she's never had done before. Bottoming out at her cervix and discreetly brushing past her g-spot, she felt her first climax swiftly coming.

"Do NOT close your eyes!" Ruaraidh growled, trying to control his beast. He was already taking the female roughly, but his beast wanted to properly mount her and thrust into her without any control. He needed to focus on her eyes to keep his resolve, but as she climaxed her eyes closed. That's when his beast broke free.

Still joined and in the throws of her climax, Ruaraidh twisted Chiara's body to knees. He then began to mount her the traditional way, pushing her upper body down and grabbing hold her hips.

"Aaahh ooo, too much," moaned Chiara. Her first climax had just ended, but she could feel the start of another. "Please."

"I will not stop until I am satisfied," His beast growled low, his voice reverberating through his body to hers. Chiara let out a low moan at the sensation it caused. "You disobeyed and this is the consequences." He started beating it low, rolling his hips to hit her spot directly sending her over into multiple orgasms. Sounds of their coupled flesh filled the limo. Ruaraidh grunted at the feel of his balls brushing against her sloppy wet clit.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck oooo. Aaahhhhh OOoooo. No, no, no..." Chiara cried climaxing, the sensations too much for her to handle; her eyes tearing up. 'Damn this man,' she thought before blacking out.

But Ruaraidh wasn't done. He came shortly after her, but he wasn't done. His beast wanted more of Chiara and he decided to pursue her. Where their relationship would end... he didn't know. He just wanted her more than he wanted anything in his life.

**********

Chiara's eyes were closed. 'Oh my God. It must have been a dream.' She thought briefly. She smiled at herself remembering the details of what occurred.

"Actually it wasn't a dream," Oh shit! I must have said that out loud. "Open your eyes. I took the liberty of programming my number into your phone. Expect me to call you in two hours. We will be having dinner together tonight and I will be telling you the details of it then."

She was speechless. She looked down at herself... and dressed; which meant that his sex really did knock her out for a long period of time and that she'd be wise to keep this one, even though he had taken liberties any other man would have gotten sassed for. Oh well, maybe another time I'll teach him what and what not to do with my stuff.

Never in her life had she reacted that way in sex. Maybe he was just what she was looking for. He didn't seem hesitant in wanting to see her again. He also didn't seem shy about his attraction to her, which was a different experience for her because she always seemed to intimidate the men that she was with. Whatever they had, Chiara was going to make sure to enjoy it. You only live once, right?



Howl Ch. 03



Author's Note: Sorry about the delay. I've been stuck on this chapter. Hopefully you like it.

-DiMSuMoRe

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Ruaraidh dropped Chiara off at her apartment with a parting gift of fruit and champagne. He did this because they didn't get a chance to actually eat together. Chiara opened the door to her apartment and saw Alexis lounging on the couch.

"Why aren't you at work?" Chiara asked, having trouble getting her keys out the door. In her arms she had a bottle of champagne and a container of fruit. "Can you help me with this?"

"I should ask you the same question," Alexis replied, getting up to help her cousin. Once she got closer to Chiara she wrinkled her nose and commented. "You smell like you been rolling around with ten men," Chiara scoffed and made her way to the kitchen. "Did you just get done having sex?"

"Why does it have to be ten men?" Alexis followed her, putting the fruit on the counter. She glared at Chiara's back, waiting for her to turn around. "And don't give me that look." They stood in front of each other. Alexis with her arms folded and Chiara nervously wringing her hands.

"Okay, I did."

"With ten men? Wow, I didn't I had a world class freak for a cousin."

"No. I mean I just had sex." Chiara brushed passed her and started undoing her clothes. "I had sex in a limo with someone I barely know without any protection." With that said she slumped onto the couch and waited for her cousin to reply.

Alexis gasped and rounded on her cousin with her hands on her hips. "Man, you are a dumb bitch."

"Thanks, cuz," Chiara leaned back on the couch and put her arm over her face. "That's exactly what I need to hear right now."

"No I didn't mean to say that," Alexis said, sitting beside her on their couch and taking Chiara's hand into her own. "What I meant to say was that you're a dumb horny, sleazy, cum filled bitch. That's assuming that you let him cum in your chocolate box. Because I know if it was me, I would have told him to do it on my a—"

"Lexi," Chiara started, rolling her eyes heavenward. "I understand that you are trying to let me know, in your own special way, that what I did was thoughtless, but I'm telling you the entire situation felt so surreal."

"Uh huh, and it's gonna be more surreal-er in nine months when you pop a baby out. Who is this guy? I'd like to have a few words with him on how to treat a lady." Alexis paused, and then started giggling. "Well, I take back that 'lady' part and replace it with 'my cousin'."

Chiara pulled her hand out of her cousin's loose grip. She was irritated with herself and was becoming more pissed off at Ruaraidh. He had taken enough liberties with her body to last him a lifetime. He was so sure of himself, taking everything he wanted and saying some really odd things in the process. Things that unsettled her...

"It was Rauraidh." Chaira stated. "He was the client that the meeting was for and he invited me out for lunch. We got in his limo and it went straight to sex afterwards."

"You talking bout the big redhead from the club?" Chiara nodded her head. "Mmmm, if that's the case, I take back everything negative I just said about you and your character – except the horny part." Alexis got up and headed towards the kitchen. "I know if Faolán asked me to go to lunch me, my ass would be riding that dick and I wouldn't stop until the [in a sing-song voice] break of dawn. You can believe that." She made her way back from the kitchen with the wine bottle and two glasses.

"Speaking of that, are you still saving your virginity?" Alexis told Chiara, when they were teenagers that Alexis planned on saving her hymen for her future husband. "Have you had any guys try to talk you into fucking your 'chocolate box'?"

"You still remember that conversation?" Alexis asked, pouring the champagne and noticing the brand name. "This mess is Armand de Brignac! I'm about to drink the same stuff Jay-Z drinks." She took a sip and licked her bottom lip in delight. "Yummy! Here try some."

"You didn't answer my question," Chiara said, before drowning her drink. 

"Right, I got sidetracked. I am saving my vajayjay for my husband, but in the meantime I'm still having fun. Although, I do take care to wear protection all times... unlike someone I know." She poured more champagne into Chiara's glass before getting up to retrieve the fruit. "I also haven't had sex in two years. I really don't remember if the last guy I was with tried me like that. Hell, I kinda think he was a little gay. As a matter of fact, when I first met him he had this odd fascination with anal and strong calves... and now that I think about it, he did tell me that I was the first woman he'd been with. Maybe that's because he's only been with men before. Which means..."

"Okay that's enough, you're making my head hurt with your booty chatter." Chiara held out her glass. "Pour me some more."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Lexi, he said something weird to me before he... put his thing in," Chiara shifted uncomfortably, taking grapes from the bowl. "When I asked him about protection, he said that I wouldn't need any because I was ovulating. How would he know that? Hell, I don't even know when I'm ovulating."

"Well, It's too late to worry about what he meant right now. You already let him in between your thighs to release his seed. I suggest you go get Plan B to prevent you from getting a bun in the oven – if you don't already have one," Alexis stood and went to get her purse. "As a matter of fact I have to go get my prescription. I'll pick it up for you."

"Thanks Lexi, I owe you one."

"You owe me nothing. You're my best friend and I love you. Besides you are also my cousin and you are always there when I need you," Alexis made her way to the door before turning around. "I have a huge test in three days. You know how insane I get when I'm trying to study. I told Joie and she's letting me have this entire week off. Her younger brother is in town, so she's letting him help around the shop to earn a little bit of money."

"I bet he hates being around all those flowers."

"That's what I thought too, but he's a charmer. All the customers that drop by at the shop are women. From what Joie tells me, he loves the attention they give him. He speaks Creole and has a Louisiana accent that could melt the panties off a nun," Alexis joked. "Anyways, let me go before I decide not to."

Once her cousin left, Chiara made her way to the shower. She smelt herself and was ashamed that she didn't run to the shower as soon as she entered her apartment. I'm surprised Lexi didn't raise more hell about the strong odor I'm giving off, she thought; letting the water heat up before shedding her clothes.

The more she thought about her behavior a few hours ago, the more ashamed she got with herself. Chiara has always been the good girl, only having sex with men she's been in relationships with. In fact, she's only had intimate relationships with three men. But with Ruaraidh, she instantly turned into some mindless sex starved hussie. 

Chiara lathered herself, being careful of her tender genitals. The hot water soothed her skin, but did nothing to help her conscious. She made a mistake and slept with someone she knew absolutely nothing about and now that somebody probably viewed her as a loose woman who, more than likely, succumbs to her desires. No different than whores being swayed by money to give up their bodies. 

Chiara wasn't going out like that. She wasn't about to let this man get the best of her. There was no doubt that they had intense chemistry and that they had tons of potential of taking whatever they had and making it into something substantial. But Chiara wanted to make him sweat. And if he can't take the heat. He can sure as hell get out my kitchen, she resolved before heading to her room to take a well deserved nap.

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"Damn Ruaraidh, I would have least thought you would have had a little decorum and fuck her in a bed," Calan quipped when Ruaraidh let the privacy screen down in the limo. "Was your beast that hard up that you couldn't think straight?"

Ruaraidh growled low at his sister's son, mentally going over the threat she and her mate gave him before replying by slashing Calan's head off. He should be used to his nephew's crude mouth and nonexistent manners, but Ruaraidh was Alpha and demanded respect. "Just drive. I don't pay you to comment on my behavior. If you insist on prying into my personal life, I will insist that you return to Scotland, so that your mother can continue to support you."

Calan winced, his uncle was never one to take well to teasing, but damn if he couldn't make you feel three inches tall. "Damn I was just saying... don't you think she deserves better than a quick fuck in a limo --?"

"Enough!" Ruaraidh snarled, feeling his anger rise. "If you must know: Yes, my beast was Hard up and no, I don't think she deserves a quick fuck in a limousine." With that said, he pressed the button to bring up the privacy screen. Ruaraidh didn't need his conscious being voiced by his crude mouthed nephew and he didn't feel like explaining himself further. Calan was lucky to get the answer he got. Any other person would have long regretted questioning his actions. 

At least I gave her some food to tie her over until dinner tonight, Ruaraidh thought, bringing Chiara's torn thong up to his nose. Her juices were dried and distinguishable against the dark fabric. He felt he cock harden at the memory of it being moistened at the source; the apparent differences between the dry fabric and wet, clinging indecently to her lower lips -- almost as if her cunt was a vacuum and sucked all the air that separated the fabric from her skin.

Ruaraidh moaned, knowing that he was torturing himself. He hasn't been this sexual since his youth and found that his thoughts concerning Chiara were all but innocent. He wanted nothing more than to claim her as his own. He wanted to keep her within his grasp at all times, never letting her out of his sight. He wanted to physically challenge any perspective suitor that might want her hand with murderous intent. He wanted her to live in his bedroom. 

All these thoughts were mad, of course, mainly because they were about a human. His people have been living beside them for centuries, having secret political ties with trusted leaders who could keep their society secret. Weres rarely rutted with humans, females being the more curious and prone to straying to the human race. Males preferred the bodies and sturdiness of their counterpart. They were less open to the thought of being sexually active with humans. Reason's ranging from facial unattractiveness, ill body proportion, frailness, and chaotic emotions. Male Weres were in essence more comfortable with their female counterparts because of the perfection of body and their personalities. Female Weres knew when to submit.

But Chiara was different. She wasn't tall. She wasn't slim. Hell, she wasn't even pale. She was beautiful and she smelled so fucking good. But she was also taboo, something that he knew his people wouldn't accept – especially from him.

Ruaraidh arrived at his estate, deciding to take his date for the night to a quiet restaurant he often frequented when he wanted to be alone. The owner knew him fairly well and they had excellent food. Maybe he could get to know her better and develop their relationship. He didn't know how far they'd go, but he wanted to stay optimistic about the situation. He desired her too much to let anything get in their way.

In the next hour, Ruaraidh made reservations and freshened up. He was in his office working numbers for his business when he was interrupted.

It was Aine, the perpetual thorn in his side.

"You are looking as fit as ever."

She invited herself into his office and took the seat opposite of him. Ruaraidh didn't reply, he just kept working, hoping she would get the hint and leave.

"Someone has told me that you have a date tonight," Aine announced, crossing her legs. "She must be perfect; maybe blonde and tall with large breast." Aine was jealous. It was clear by the tone of her voice. 

She moved to the States a month ago, in hopes of getting closer to Ruaraidh. Unfortunately, he never paid her any attention. But that did not sway Aine, she wanted to be his mate and in her mind he would eventually crack and see her as his future. 

Aine always made herself presentable for him. She made sure to only wear close fitting designer clothes and to always have a desirable scent. She was beautiful, with her long dark hair and clear blue eyes. She could have any man she wanted.

"Are you going to introduce her to the pack? Let us know who has the alpha's eye?" She was fishing for anything that could help her destroy this person.

Ruaraidh was almost done with his work. He didn't plan on answering Aine's questions. He didn't have time for foolishness. He didn't have the patience for her immaturity. Ruaraidh was interested in her once and he vowed not to make that mistake again. Her father sent her to him in the guise of helping his company; letting Ruaraidh know that his daughter was a marketing whiz. But Ruaraidh wasn't stupid. He knew her father was really hoping for a union between the two families

When he finished, he stood, grabbed his jacket and walked past Aine without acknowledging her presence.

**********

He said two hours. Why hasn't he called yet? Chiara glanced back at her reflection. She rolled her eyes at her actions. She started preparing for her night out as soon as she got out the shower.

"I'm back! Did you miss me?" Alex barged into Chiara's room, handing her a bag.

"I would miss you even more if you knocked."

"You know you love it," Alexis teased before taking in Chiara's state of dress. "And where are you going, my dear?"

"I have a date. Could you help me with my hair?"

"Of course my dear cousin," Alexis smiled, before skipping over to Chiara's vanity and picking up a brush.

"What is wrong with you? Why are you acting more psycho than you normally act?" Chiara questioned, digging into the pharmacy bag to fish out her day after pills. "You bought me some candies, how nice."

"Actually, those are my Swedish fish. I forgot to take them out," With that, she snatched them out of her cousin's hand. "And for your info, I saw Faolán on my way back to the apartment."

"That's great! Maybe we can double date sometime," Chiara held out her hand. "Give me some; you know they are my favorite."

"I'm saving them," Alexis whined.

"Well just give me like three or four. You can save the rest after that."

"Damn you are one bossy bitch. I feel sorry for your future husband AND future kids," Alexis opened the pack and poured some into her hand. "So... are you going to tell me who you're going out with..."

Just then Chiara's cell phone rang.

"Is that him? You better put that shit on speaker!" Chiara rolled her eyes and mumbled. "Who's the bossy bitch now?"



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Author's Note: Again I'm sorry for the delay. I feel that this is a very necessary chapter because it shows both main characters having a moment of respite to think about their actions. It was a little difficult for me to write because I originally wanted this story to only consist of parties and hot, wild, nasty monkey sex. LOL! I guess this story has a mind of its own and is starting to develop a plot. Please bear with me while I sort it all out between life, school and work.

Thank you again for your time and reviews. I really appreciate you all.

DiMSuMoRe



Howl Louder



Prologue

"Hello this is Madame Elizabeth's office, Secretary Joan Hemming speaking." My response to the call automatic although this wasn't my usual position I was well rehearsed. Since I had moved to the city I had been working in the financial section of Heathrowe Inc. a wealthy supernatural corporation which ran most of post war Chicago.

The shrill ring of the phone brought me to my usual routine, I grabbed a pale pink sticky note clicking a pin waiting for the person on the other line to relay their message.

A harsh baritone came across the line, I roll my eyes, "Miss. Hemming Tell Madame Elizabeth she will have a meeting with the court Monday, courtesy of Alpha Jean Dulles."

I open my mouth to respond, "Sir we-" But of course the line went dead before I could tell him the openings for Monday or acquire any pertinent information. Typical supernatural they won't take no for an answer and leave you hanging. I wasn't quite sure how to handle the situation. It must be important if a vampire is seeking help from an Alpha werewolf. But after all I was just subbing in for the actual secretary so she would have to sort everything out Monday. 

Something sounded oddly familiar about the call, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I shook my head in dismissal I had to lock up my wing of the office. I was lucky enough to draw the short straw and had to stay late on Friday night. Not that I had much of any plans myself, maybe finish a few chapters of a book I've been trying to read about dating in the modern age. I smiled at the thought of a relaxing weekend, my boss a vampire supe Madame Amy had been exceptionally strict lately and had given me an overwhelming workload which is why I jumped at the opportunity to sub in another section. She's been extra testy, apparently the higher ups in the company want to make sure that all branches are following protocol.

I grabbed my purse checking to make sure the desk was in order one last time before I locked up. As i rounded the last corner near Madame Elizabeth's office, it hit me. A stench much like rotting flesh. My body was telling me to run, something evil was or had been in the boss's office.

Duty obligated my conscious and I hesitantly reached for the door handle shaking as my fingers grasped the cold metal. Slowly I opened the door and was rewarded with an eerie creak the stench grew worse and my eyes stung from the pungency. The moon light was the only illumination into the room casting a glow onto the office, cascading across the desk to the couch in the far corner like a spot light. I squinted my eyes trying to make out what was off in the room. Suddenly my breathing halted as a cold wind seemed to blow directly on the nape of my neck. I opened my mouth to let out a piercing shrill scream but it was too late a hand had already covered my mouth. 

Chapter ONE

It has been five years since supernaturals' or as they are often called "supes" revealed themselves to the world, the dominant supernatural groups being the vampires and werewolves they unfortunately for the humans proved their superiority in a brief two year war, World War Three. It was a feeble attempt by humans to try to regain ignorance of other possible beings, an ignorance humans did not know they valued until their naivety was shown. Supes want things to go back to the way they were, except of course them coming out of the metaphorical non-sexual closet.

And there I was a twenty-five year old human woman standing outside in the cold Chicago wind waiting and trying to get into a supe club.

The reason I'm not tucked away in my meek little apartment is because my only friend Monica's twenty first birthday is today, she would start world war four if we did not do something tonight. I even got a temp secretary to lock up the office tonight without telling my boss. I'll reap the consequences Monday morning I'm sure.

Though I'm uncomfortable and quite possibly terrified out of my mind I relented to her pleas. If I had it my way we would have watched reruns of old human soaps and then after watching the news I would be thoroughly terrified, naturally humans were often found dead. After scaring myself by nine I would be safely tucked away in bed with three deadbolts securely in place. I am not very fond of supes and supes do not seem to be too fond of me. Maybe it's because I don't buy into any of their bullshit about equality or maybe it's just because I am one of the few humans whose fears are genuine. 

Supes during the day are predictable, safe. Almost human if not for their dashing good looks and easily triggered temper one would not be able to tell. 

Night supes were a different story. 

I tensed, this is the time of night the streets are just dark enough and the moon is just high enough supes get a buzz of power and become unpredictable, more feral. And with the recent unrest in the vampire sector of the city I was a bit on edge.

I kept my head down and let Monica shuffle us along the line to club Howl; I rolled my eyes at the name, a werewolf club naturally. The street was crowded with supes and a few hopeful human women hoping tonight they would discover they are a potential supe mate. I certainly am not one of them, I am quite satisfied being unattached and independent; even if it is said the supernaturals are wonderful lovers. Younger supes are willing to hook up with humans but never long term relationships supes always have the thought of a mate in the back of their mind. A human mate is the perfect genetic compatibility with a supernatural, such compatibility makes it so a supe can have more than one mate option but the chances are slim and they are too territorial to share. Once a supe finds a potential mate they will show off their abilities and prove their worth, which they will be able to protect any offspring they would have. If a potential mate still declines more drastic measures are taken usually the supe will have to "persuade" the potential mate which entails harming, frightening, controlling, and in some extreme cases kidnapping. 

The older the supe, the more conservative and unpredictable they become. Lord help any human who has an old supe as mate they're ten times more animalistic than the newbies.

If I were to ever be a supes mate I wouldn't want an older than dirt supe, a human girl at my office found her mate and he was 110 years old. Of course he didn't look his age supes live for an undeterminable amount of time, far longer than any human. He made her boss fire her and even forced her to move in with him by means of getting her landlord to kick her out and scaring her friends from giving her a place to go. He was the only person she could go to he said it was all for love the design of things, I for one have a slightly different opinion. 

Monica brought my attention back to her by shrieking loudly at her own unthought-out joke. I glanced up periodically to show I was paying attention to whatever Monica was saying, but a cold breeze reminded me of the dress Monica had convinced me to squeeze into, a skimpy little neon tank dress which made me feel cheap. I pulled at the hem trying to force it to become longer. 

Monica swatted my hands away from the dress, and said, "Charlotte, you look fabulous, I would never let my bestie look anything but fabulous."

She emphasized "bestie" implying I was crazy to insult her fashion sense, I felt like a prostitute or better yet by the looks the other patrons were giving me, meat hung up to dry.

She's always called me her "bestie" I think it is because she does not have anyone else, it is probably why we clicked. Her family is all deceased and I mean six feet under dead; not drink your blood dead, in these days you have to clarify a miscommunication can be insulting. 

My family may as well be deceased; though technically I have a brother, Redford. His real name is Bobby, naturally his vampire blood mate thought Redford was more appropriate for his new lifestyle as her mate. After his mating and my refusal to move into a coven and become a snack all contact we had ceased. 

In my opinion covens are like nudist colonies, parents cover their children's eyes when they go by one and the elderly join them just to feel youthful albeit for the energizing euphoria vampires give their donors rather than an acceptance of their wrinkled bodies. He was the only immediate family I had left after World War Three.

Mom died during WWIII a measly attempt by us humans to be the superior race, it's not like I can blame the supes for her death, even if I'd like to. Supes didn't kill her, cancer did and a broken heart which never healed after Pops died when I was nine in a mining accident. The war ended three months after her passing, I was seventeen when the war started by the end of the war I was twenty three and ready for a new beginning. 

I was not able to graduate high school due to the war, the supes must of felt bad for human teens they made sure most had money for trade school. I was tired of being stuck in one place for too long with little to no change. The day after I graduated from secretary school I moved out of the little West Virginia coal mining town I'd grown up in and out of my Aunt Lily's trailer to the Windy City, Chicago. 

It was easy to find a job since the war most humans were hesitant to work for a supe even if it was the same boss they had before the war. I now work as a secretary for a HR department or as they now like to call themselves HSR(Human and Supernatural Resources) in a large international business and trade company Heathrowe Inc. run by a wealthy Werewolf Heathrowe Mikael. 

My feet hurt from the only heels I owned sliver sparkly heels which seem to make me wobble with every step. I needed a nice strong drink, I've been stressed and have been working overtime lately my rent keeps going up due to humans wanting to move back into the city the fear from the war was ebbing, as in not just the freaks and the desperate.

I let out a breath of relief we had finally got to the front of the line the faster we get in the sooner Monica would find a supe for the night and I could go back to my apartment. 

Monica stuck out her chest shamelessly flirted with the two gruff looking bouncers at the door who were clearly not interested but the high of her birthday seemed to make her feel invincible.

The bigger of the two bouncers whose tight black T-shirt barley contained his muscled chest screamed supe security and whose designer jeans would equal two months' rent he must be paid handsomely for his job, definitely a supe. 

Turned to me and took a deep breath too close to my face for comfort, his irises yellowing for brief second. 

Nothing came of the blatant sniff other than a curt "I.D" 

Racism seems trivial now the supes have revealed themselves, a worse problem has formed since WWIII. specism an entirely new word meaning the discrimination against a different species than your own. Specism goes both ways human and supes.

There are supes who like to openly be their true selves, but see humans as second class worse than the scum between their toes. This bouncer clearly felt it about me, a quick jerk of his head indicating to the supes just behind us to pass by us into the club.

Adding for Monica's clearly confused benefit, "Human limit, wait" his words short and dismissive.

Monica let out a shrill whine and stomped her foot much like a child. I pinched the bridge of my nose, and grabbed her arm firmly. My head ache from work was coming back.

I grumbled stepping off into another line half as long as the one we'd just been in, unfortunately it also seemed to not be moving. To top it all off it was a line of entirely human and entirely desperate women. Of course Monica now felt at home, chatting with the equally desperate women.

She squealed, "This is so unfair it's my birthday it should count for something..." She went on but my mind drifted off I was trying to decide when the most appropriate time to leave would be.

I opened my mouth and uttered the worst words I could, "Do we really have to go to this club clearly we are not wanted." Nodding my head to the bouncers and the supe patrons, before adding a last ditch effort, "it's getting late." Even though it wasn't quite eleven. 

She looked at me like I just kicked a puppy, she started to tear up, "But I thought we were friends and friends stick with each other."

I very well could not leave her crying on her birthday even if I didn't want to be here, I sucked down my selfish want to go home deciding I would go in for a drink I deserved that much for allowing her to poke and prod for an hour to make me presentable. 

Monica dabbed her eyes and dug through her purse so she could reapply her make up.

BAM BANG BAM BAM

Every one outside froze at the loud unfriendly noises coming from inside the club, obviously a supe fight and by the increasing noise they were going to bring it outside.

For a moment there was complete and utter silence, suddenly a supe flew out of the club he hissed loudly as his face met the cruddy Chicago sidewalk.

He looked up wheezing out, "Fucking dog, you'll regret this." As he slowly picked himself off the ground he was lanky and pale his eyes blood red only the dark black of his pupil gave any indication he could see. His mouth had fresh blood dripping from it, clearly he took a bite from someone he should not have. 

My attention was on the vamp, I quickly turned my head after hearing a deep baritone growl come from the entrance of the club. He looked like every wet dream I've ever had he may as well of been the northern god of war Thor, his wavy long blond hair reaching just past his shoulders, his bright green eyes held a feral hint of a powerful shifter, a wolf. His face strong and angular a thick scar started from his dimpled chin to his neck, a scar he must of had during or before the healing change.

His pupils morphed into slits akin to a wolf on the hunt, his barred teeth turned into a wolfish grin influenced by the thrill if the hunt and the primal urge to kill his challenger. This shifter was certainly an older supe, the older the supe the more power and control they have. The vamp supe was only a baby his skin still pale from his draining ceremony. With a quick jerk forward in mock attack the shifter frightened the vamp away, the vamp quickly ran down the dark street realizing he was outmatched. 

The wolf had walked out of the door way eerily close to the human women line, ironically the incredibly hot supernatural men the women had been talking about was right next to them and most had fled including Monica. 

Leaving me to fend for myself, I didn't feel scared at all, strangely I felt sexually charged. Seeing the man of my fantasies, prove he was dominate was a major turn on. The only thing he is missing from my fantasy man is humanity but a girl can dream.

The shifter who was corded with sinewy muscle much like a boxer rolled his shoulders back in a sign of winding down from the excitement of a fight and turned back to the club. He stopped mid stride inhaling deeply his face in a slight tilt in my direction, you could visibly see the tension he had released return tenfold. The muscles in his back tightening becoming more defined under his dress shirt.

He slowly turned back around toward me, his eyes entirely wolf, and his teeth even looked slightly pointed. I thought before he had let out his beast, now I could see the little vamp only scratched the surface. This bright green eyed shifter must have complete control of his beast bringing me to one unfortunate conclusion, he's an ancient.

Why did I have to be the little human woman that would manage to turn this devilishly handsome beast of a man around? Maybe everyone else was smart enough to be afraid of him, and not aroused. 

Unfortunately for me I now have a wolf literally on my trail all because of my neglected libido. 

You see after a successful challenge not only is the winner amped up on adrenaline but also sexual hormones. It's odd though a clearly older supe taking interest in a human but then again everyone else seemed frightened where as I was turned on.

As looked around trying to find a distraction I noticed nearly everyone had their gazes' adverted and their necks slightly exposed. I looked back up staring straight into the eyes of the beast, his eyes were dilated feral I knew I shouldn't but I sure as hell wasn't thinking straight I showed my teeth in a grimace on instinct mimicking his expression. If he wanted me he would have to prove he could come get me I'm not going to just roll over for him no matter who he may be. 

He grabbed me, one arm behind my back pulling me close securing his hand on the nape of my neck securing me in place. I closed my eyes tight my breathing shallower he lent down running his nose along my jaw I was ridged as a statue. 

As he whispered in my ear endearingly, "bitch" nipping hard enough to sting but not break skin. 

His nose trailed to the crook of my neck placing kisses as he searched for a forbidden spot, where a supe will place a claim, as if I'm his property. The thought left a bad taste in my mouth.

This was supposed to be impossible ancients do not have potential human mates. I knew this was not something that appealed to me. My hate of being controlled and told what to do started to bubble to the surface I placed my hands on his chest he seemed pleased at first but less so when I started to dig my nails into his skin with malicious intent. 

The wolf grabbed my hands stopping my attack which seemed to have no effect on him except to anger him. 

"Woman, are you mad? Unacceptable. How can I trust you to raise my pups when you attack me an guardian ancient.", He spoke with sincerity only causing me to become even more frightened and intent on getting away before the monster pulls me into his clutches. 

Oh hot damn I'm in deep shit this guardian ancient, I made a mental list off the things I knew about them.

1.) Extremely possessive

2.) Their wolf is in more control than the man

3.) He's probably older than dirt

4.) He sees me as a potential mate

5.) I'm totally fucked

I must be the only woman supe or human who is stupid enough to garner attention from an ancient and refuse him at the same time. Ancient Guardian supes control treaties they are essentially the peace keepers and the executioners in our new society not much is known about them, less so than the normal knowledge of supes. 

His whole demeanor changed he snapped his fingers blatantly ignored me as I was grabbed quite roughly from behind by two gorillas of men who I assumed were his goonies. He looked at them his expression all business, "Take this human to be screened." 

My jaw dropped as he walked back into the club and I was dragged and shoved into the back of a shiny black car that surely costs more than my rent the past two years. I was being kidnapped to be "screened" whatever the hell that meant other supes doing anything he commands it baffled me why would they so blindly follow someone's orders? But of course this is just a day in the life of a powerful supe; not some poor human from the rural hills.

The two supe sitting in the front of the car were like stone figures, neither talking to each other, or of course the puny human in the back. I idly pulled on the string holding together the expensive leathers seats only to hear a satisfying rip, my heart stopped as both of the demons in front turned back to inspect the damage their looks of pure disgust either of my poor background or the simple fact I'm a human therefore in their eyes inferior. The supe with dreads gave me a snarl as the other bared his teeth apparently I was to be obedient and go along with my kidnapping due to their superior status in our society. Don't get me wrong I was freaked out and pissed but I was about to wet myself but I couldn't get the guts to defy them the power they seemed to have over me was paralyzing. 




Howl Louder



Just as they turned around satisfied with my apparent submission, my phone screeched a tune snapping their attention back to me. I tentatively reached in my small bag pressing 'talk' not even looking to see who was calling, I was just praying that the fellows up front would not murder me or leave me with one less limb. As I brought the phone to my ear, the sourer looking of the two brutes grabbed it from my hand leaving a fresh scrape from his nails, before I could protest he crushed it in his hand as if it were an empty soda can. 

My apparent shock and fear must have been pleasing as I clutched my newly injured hand the monsters features were that of a pleased dog or dare I say it supernatural. He looked my straight in the eye his flashing from supe to human shades letting me know he could just as easily let the monster out. Commencing to a sharp toothed sneer leaving no question that he could eat me in a moment, even though most supes are vegetarian by necessity due to their animal thinking it was hunting time every time they were near meat leaving only specific days for them to eat meat, those days it was forbidden for humans to go out.

I quickly turned my head and looked out the window as the words of Jeanie from work played through my head she would chant 'out of sight out of mind'. The scenery was changing from the old war/world buildings to the shiny newer buildings that most of new world corporate inhabited along with the old supe money which there seemed to be plenty of. The car stated to slow I passed by my workplace only to have the car suddenly stop at the crux of the city Bittner Enterprises, most political and crucial business meetings happened in there it was but a whisper to humans on what went on behind those doors. Humans were not even permitted to walk on the sidewalk out fount of the building making my trek to get my bosses coffee a mid-day nightmare.

Cat calls before the war were harmless annoying at worst, cat calls after the war became terrifying I had even cut my hair short in hopes some would think I were a man. A cat call indicated your DNA was compatible with a nearby supe, some humans were unlucky enough to have very compatible DNA. I am lucky enough to have not yet come in contact with a supe that finds my genetics mouthwatering enough to cat call, until now that is. I wiped my sweaty palms on my dress nervously looking around as the car stopped frustrated to find myself in the very situation I have worked so hard to avoid I balled my fist at my weakness if only I had stayed on my side of town or had locked myself in my measly little apartment I would not be in this situation. Maybe they will screen me and he will find me incompatible, like some sort of fluke and I will be sent home instead of taken to be locked up never to be heard of again.

I was in such a daze that I was not prepared for the door to open that I nearly fell out from leaning on it. I felt something warm and damp brace me (considering I had not worn a seatbelt) growling vibrating me to my core. I slowly looked up Mr. Big bad and ugly gorgeous had decided to show up without a shirt looking like he had just worked out intensely probably a product of shifting. 

He looked me straight in the eye, examining my injured hand and bared his teeth I was frightened, in my daze I neglected to notice he had moved his gaze from me to the men. Who had become immediately submissive their shoulders hunched, eyes adverted, and neck exposed. He walked up to them after gently setting me on the ground, placating me with a paralyzing look and extended his claws as easily as if he were simply stretching. I was in awe until he grabbed them both by their throats quickly ending their existence not once did the men fight back.

As their cooling bodies lay on the ground he used a jacket as a rag to clean the blood from his now clawless hands. Reality hit and tears start pouring down my face hitting the sidewalk as I hyperventilate his head immediately snapping to attention looking for a threat after finding none he is looking at me with confusion. 

He takes a casual step toward me, I stumble on the ground scraping my knees, "Get away! Don't hurt me!" Fear rang out loud and clear in my screechy plea. 

"Now, now if you continue to be a good bitch I will concede to letting you call your family after the appointment." His deep timbre echoed through my head. 

Seeing as I was not moving he dominate supe scooped me up, looking disdainfully at my knees and walked us into the building which seemed like one hell of a bad idea. He called me bitch, supe synonym-highly compatible; the tests have yet to begin, his bitch.

I found myself speechless he took this as a reassuring reaction and walked right into Bittner Enterprises as if he owned it. If only I'd stayed in tonight, just as the thought passed through my head a damp foul smelling cloth pressed against my nose and mouth leaving a blurring memory of fading green eyes.



Howl of Lust



Twenty-three years-old Samantha Brooks' light green eyes shot open and she quickly sat up in her sleeping bag, looking around her tent rapidly. After a moment she sighed deeply and shook her head, running a hand through her long black hair. She had just had the most confusing nightmare of her life, and it had seemed terrifyingly real.

She glanced at her watch sleepily, which lay beside her. It read 7: 36 AM. Yawning, she stretched her arms above her head before slowly climbing out of her sleeping bag and slipping some jeans on. She had slept in black silk panties, a baggy white T-shirt, and socks. She removed her shirt and replaced it with a forest-green blouse, slipping a brown hooded sweater over it. She slipped on the pair of old shoes she had brought, and stepped out of her tent.

Samantha had always loved the mountains. Ever since she was a little girl she had camped up in them several times each year, at first with her family, but as she got older she started to go by herself. She felt at home amongst the trees and the brisk air, with none of the smog and crowds of the city. 

This camping trip was her last for the year, and she had planned to make the best of it. She was going to stay up in the mountains for two whole weeks, all by herself. It was heaven. No annoying co-workers, no over-protective family, just her and miles and miles of forest.

She glanced around. It was incredibly foggy. She could barely see anything farther away than thirty feet. She shivered as she felt what she thought was a pair of imaginary eyes on her. Shaking it off, she leaned back into her tent to dig through her bag for breakfast, fishing out a loaf of bread and some peanut butter. She found a butter knife as well and made herself the simple breakfast of a peanut butter sandwich. 

She sat down on a flat rock as she ate, staring into the foggy nothingness that surrounded her campsite. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that while it was nice having a bit of solitude, she wished she wasn't alone.

As soon as she finished, she stood lazily, thinking a morning walk would be a nice start to the day. She headed down a path she had taken many times over the years, mostly because it ended at a small lake.

As the leaves and twigs crunched beneath her feet, she was reminded of how alone she was. The only sounds were her footsteps and the occasional chirps of birds. She jumped as she suddenly heard an entire tree branch snap and fall. She stopped, looking around, trying to see past the wall of fog that blanketed everything. As far as she knew, no large animals inhabited this mountain range. So what could have made that sound?

She shrugged it off and kept walking. Soon she could just barely see the edge of the lake, and she hurried to its edge, sitting on a small boulder, glad to be in a slightly more open area. She turned to face the water, the lake looking eerie in the fog. She froze as she heard a soft, muffled footstep behind her. 

She turned quickly in the direction of the sound, but there was nothing there, just the trees. But when she turned back to face the lake, she instead found herself staring into a pair of bright gold eyes. 

She gasped, leaning back slightly. The creature in front of her was wolf-like in appearance, with a long muzzle ending with a black, wet nose and pointy, furry ears. Its body was covered in black fur, and it had a black, wolfish tail that was slowly waving back and forth, as if wagging in slow-motion. 

The distinctive thing was that the creature stood upright on its hind legs, with its long forelegs ending in clawed hands. The creature's bone structure was a mix of human and wolf, so that if it wished it could drop to all fours and walk as a regular wolf did.

The creature's expression and posture suggested he was attempting to dominate Samantha. He leaned forward, his hands coming to rest on the rock she was sitting on. His movement caused her to fall onto her back on the flat rock, which unfortunately for her was a demonstration of submission. 

Samantha's breathing had very quickly become panicked and desperate. She had no idea what this creature was or what it wanted, but she knew that she wanted to get out of there.

The wolf suddenly leaned down, its muzzle near her breasts, and he took the fabric of her sweater in his teeth, tearing it with little effort, doing the same to the blouse beneath it. He was clearly irritated to find her bra in his way, and he practically yanked it off, tossing it with his muzzle to the floor.

Samantha suddenly felt very vulnerable, and she crossed her arms over her breasts instinctively. His hands came up and took her wrists, dragging her arms over her head and pinning them to the rock.

He leaned down, and touched the tip of his long tongue to one of her nipples, starting to slowly lick the hard nub. 

Samantha couldn't contain the soft moan that escaped her throat at the wolf's actions. She weakly struggled against his hold on her wrists. The combination of his warm, wet tongue and the chilly mountain air was driving her crazy. 

He soon switched to her other nipple, giving it the same attention as the first. He let go of her wrists, and she didn't try to push him off as his hands snaked their way to her waist. 

She was lost in her pleasure, and she paid no attention to his hands until she heard the sound of the button of her jeans popping and felt them being pulled down her hips. This brought her back to her senses briefly, and she attempted to remove his hands from her waist, but his sharp growl made her return her hands to resting on the rock.

He tugged her jeans down her legs and off of her, throwing them off into the trees. With a brief tug, he snapped her panties off and dropped them to the floor.

Samantha was now completely nude, and she felt her face heat up. She felt a bit absurd as she found herself hoping he liked what he saw.

The wolf suddenly pressed the tip of his muzzle to her lips, and she parted them in a soft gasp. He took the opportunity to gently let his tongue explore her mouth, in what could only be described as a form of kissing. 

Samantha didn't try to stop him, although her eyes widened as she felt something long, hot, and hard brush against her inner thigh. She had already assumed the wolf was male, but now she knew for certain. 

She felt more than a little ashamed as she was more turned-on than she had ever been in her life. Her cunt was wet with anticipation, and she let out a little moan as his cock brushed against it.

The wolf grabbed her waist and flipped her over onto her stomach, and he was pleased as she hesitantly spread her legs. Samantha felt a bizarre mix of pleasure and pain explode in her as he quickly thrust his cock into her glistening cunt. A loud cry escaped her lips and her eyes shut. 

The wolf wasted no time and began to pump his cock in and out of her wet pussy, his clawed hands gripping her hips firmly as he leaned over her, his body covering hers. Samantha's soft cries and moans were constantly filling the air.

Samantha clenched her hands into tight fists, bucking her hips in time with his thrusts, already lost in the lustful rutting. She had never felt this way during sex before. Without even realizing it, she had started murmuring, "Oh, please…please don't stop…God, this feels so good…" 

Her breasts were scraping against the rock beneath her, but that was only arousing her more, and her entire body felt like it was on fire. Her moans became louder and louder to the point where she was nearly screaming. The walls of her cunt clamped down tight on his cock, trying to pull it deeper inside of her.

The wolf started to rapidly pound his cock into her, the thrusts shaking her entire body. Low grunts escaped his throat with each thrust, as his lust drove him to shove his cock deeper and deeper into her hot, eager pussy.

Samantha writhed in ecstasy as her first orgasm hit her, and wave after wave of pleasure ran through her body. She cried out, pleading for more as his hips slammed against hers over and over. The wolf was close, and after a few more minutes, he howled as his seed spilled out of his cock into her cunt, the pleasure accompanying it driving him wild. 

His warm cum in her sent Samantha into her second orgasm, and she clutched at the rock desperately as her pussy clenched tightly around his cock. He rested his body gently on top of hers, partially supporting himself with his hands, his cock swelling and preventing him from withdrawing it for at least ten minutes or so.

After lying there for a good twenty minutes, the wolf reluctantly withdrew his softening cock, scooping Samantha into his arms and lying in the grass, resting her on top of him. Samantha stared into his bright gold eyes, which were filled with affection. She snuggled into his chest, and soon his soft fur, warm body, and steady breathing lulled her into a deep, peaceful sleep.