0 comments/ 70883 views/ 23 favorites Wolfen Kind By: devle He stood at her window. The breath from his lungs fogging up a small circle in the glass. The night outside was cold but he didn’t notice. All that mattered was her. He could see the dark outline of her asleep in her bed across from the window. The regular rather fast pace of her heartbeat lulled him. He had to get in. He had tracked her luscious scent in the dark and she had led him here. He had been out walking in the night nothing particular to do when this exotic scent of woman, roses and blood wafted over to him across the crowded street. The scent was a siren call and he was unable to refuse its summons. He was a damn good tracker finding her amidst all the other stenches in the town. A lovely girl with dark hair and eyes. A lovely girl who had unwittingly brought something else home with her along with her packages. He had had to Change. She lived in a rather crowded neighborhood and he didn’t want to risk someone calling the cops. No one would notice a large dog though especially not when he was all black. His paws were on the casing of the window. All that blocked him from her was a screen as the girl slept with her window wide open even in winter. He moved away from the window Changing back into his human form. With a graceful soundless move he ripped the screen off and eased himself in. That same powerful scent came over him almost bringing him to his knees. He walked to the foot of her bed leaning over to look at her. Blood. His mouth watered. She slept fitfully on her side curled up in a ball her dark hair in the same bun he had seen on the street. He wondered if she had long hair. Maybe it was like his. He pushed his fingers through the shoulder length black hair. He had to have her. It would be simple. Just don’t let her scream. He gathered the corners of her blankets in his hands pulling them slowly and gently down her body. She sighed moving onto her back as the blanket moved down. A small groan escaped him when he saw her bare breasts revealed. Tempting small breasts with brown nipples. He bit his lip until the blood came trying to control himself. He moved the blanket down faster uncovering her smooth slender form. She wasn’t model skinny with ripe curves at hip and thigh and strong sexy legs. He was holding his breath so she wouldn’t hear his gasps. All she wore was a pair of black panties. He moved then to the side of the bed where he knelt down reaching out a shaking hand to lightly caress her shoulder with his fingertips. He had never done this before. He had never followed a scent that led him to this. He avoided humans. They never liked his kind. So he gave up on simple companionship to live as a wolf in the woods. He didn’t really know why he Changed and roamed the streets this night. Maybe this was Fate, he thought stroking her tender breast. She turned her face toward him. She had a pretty face with arched black brows and a curvy sensual mouth. Shadows played in the hollows beneath her cheekbones. He ran his hand over her stomach she inhaled sharply bringing her hand up to cover his, yet she was still asleep. He stared at their joined hands noting the delicate smallness of hers against his dark callused one. Without thinking he laid his cheek against her hand looking at her face. It was like a dream when she opened her eyes. She stared at him a moment then slowly blinked as if he would disappear before her eyes. When he didn’t she reached out her free hand which trembled as his had laying her fingers on his cheek. He closed his eyes. When he renounced the human world and the human side to him he relinquished human touch. He had forgotten what it was like to be touched. Not with hatred or curiosity but with a tenderness he had not known since he was in the cradle. She touched him as though she loved him. As though he were a dream come true for her. She stroked his cheek noting the tight unlined skin then moving her fingers into the inky fall of his hair stroking his scalp. She had dreamed of this moment knew in her heart that this would someday happen. He was more than she could wish for. He was very beautiful with black hair and electric green eyes that were now closed. A slender aquiline nose that led to a sexy mouth neither too full nor too thin. She ran her thumb over his lips imagining the taste of him. He opened his eyes. He had such hypnotic eyes that revealed a world of pain and solitude. A tear fell from her dark eyes. He lifted his head then, her hand still grasping his, as he moved closer to her his warm lips pressed a kiss to her cheekbone catching the tear. He looked at her another moment before he started to rise. He had come here to rape her that much he had known when he had first scented her. A release for his lust held too long in check. But he couldn’t now, not when she looked at him with such trust and love. He had to go, he had to shed this human skin that felt too damn much and run. Run away from this enchantress who would steal his soul if he let her; who maybe already had. He turned to the window removing his hand from hers revealing to her his nude muscled body. She came out of the bed catching his wrist. The bones of his wrist were thick and large her hand barely wrapped around it. “Stay.” She whispered. He turned to look at her. She had to look up because he was so tall. He could hear her already fast heartbeat speed up even more to be so close to him. Her scent overwhelmed him once again, the heat from her body soaking into his. She moved around to face him effectively blocking him from the window with her body. She stepped closer to him so that he could feel her soft breasts with their hardened nipples push into his chest. Her skin was like warm silk against his chest. She wrapped her arms about his waist pressing her cheek into his heart. “Please, don’t leave.” She looked up at him that crackling exchange of energy flowed between them each time their eyes met. If he gave in he could have her. Throw her on the bed and lose himself in her warmth. Sate the wolf inside that cried out. If he left…he would never know this kind of connection again. But to take her was to claim her even he could see that. He took a step toward the window. She removed herself from him pressing her back to the window. “No.” Her soft voice shook with fear. Not from fear of him but fear that he would leave. “I’m begging you.” No one had ever begged for his company. He knew he could move her easily with barely a flick of his wrist but to mar her, he could never do that. He stepped back from her coming to stand beside her bed. She smiled in relief coming away from the window to wrap her arms about him once again. He couldn’t understand this easy acceptance of him in her room. She couldn’t know him. He wrapped his arms about her crushing her closer. Or maybe she did and he was a fool to try to leave and disregard what Fate had so kindly given him. She banished his thoughts with a kiss. Her mouth was sweet, soft and inexperienced he had meant to kiss her tenderly, if at all. But now with her in his arms and the scent of her wild about him, he couldn’t stop the wolf inside. With a growl he laid her on the bed coming down atop her. She laughed softly crushing him closer wanting his lust and violence. He licked the tender skin of her throat which she bared as any female wolf to her mate. Her fingers ran through his thick black hair as he bent to suck her breasts. He moved down her abdomen stroking with his tongue to bite her ribs and kiss the flared bones of her hips. She spread her thighs wide for him and the scent of blood came washing over him overpowering his senses. Bloodlust seized him to where he ripped off her black panties barely hearing the soft whimper from her. In the pale moonlight he saw dark streaks of blood on her inner thighs. Mortified she tried to sit up and push him away but she couldn’t as he bent his head to the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and licked the blood there. A spasm of intense pleasure gripped her causing her to cry out arching her back begging in moans and pleas to stop and to never stop. Was what he doing wrong? She shuddered as he moved to lick her cunt. She no longer cared. Long, slow, torturing caresses with his tongue drove her to the edge of madness as he narrowed in on her clit. She was teetering on the brink of ecstasy and he kept her there pulling away just as she was about to cum. Until she could stand it no longer she reached out pulling him up over her grateful for his solid warmth. She kissed his lips and they fell to kissing that was more like devouring. He reached his hands up to undo the clips that held her hair up running his fingers through the dark waist length tresses. His eyes met hers. She moved her hands up his muscled back wrapping her legs about his hips. “I love you. We don’t have to be alone again.” He could only stare in shock at her words. How had she known? It was impossible. But there she lay beneath him arching her hips her wet cunt sliding along his hard length. He kissed her fiercely as he slowly sank into her hot silk depths. She cried out at the invasion her body having never been touched by a man before. He held her cry to him exultant in the knowledge that she was his and his alone. He should have been more gentle not gone so deep inside her for her first time but he had to have her, claim her, bind her in any way he could. He pummeled her deeply with hard strong strokes that shook her tiny bed the scent of blood and sex in the air. She arched her neck he traced her delicate jawline with his tongue nipping her chin. He was hard, hot and heavy she buried her face in the hollow between his shoulder and his neck riding the harsh waves of desire. His skin became too much of a temptation and she sunk her teeth into his neck licking the skin as she clamped down harder. She released him to cry out as waves of pleasure rolled through her she felt him stiffen and then felt the warm rush of cum bathe her womb. He stayed deep inside her for a long time as they slowly caught their breaths. He looked up at her then. “Come with me.” He said ardently, the first words he had spoken. She looked at him blankly for a minute. He caught her by the shoulders shaking her gently. “Come.” “Do you love me?” Her whispered question caught him by surprise. He knew her somehow and what he had just done had cemented her to him by the ways and laws of his people. Of course he loved her. She was the only thing that meant anything to him in this wasteland of human flesh and design. She was his now. For good or ill. “Come wife, it will all be clear soon.” He stood up pulling her with him feeling her hot body separate from his and knowing a painful ache. She looked up at him with luminous brown eyes. He bent to kiss her lips softly pleased when she immediately sank into his arms succumbing to their passion. He moved his lips to her neck stroking her skin with feather kisses so that she never knew when she had been bitten. He looked back at her her blood on his lips. “This is the way of my flesh. Our way.” He stroked back her hair. “Come, be one with me. Forsake this world and know only me.” She wrapped her arms about his neck having to stand on tiptoe to do it. “My one, I love you.” He whispered feeling her hot tears on his bare skin. He shivered at the wet erotic feel of her tears sliding over his hot skin. She smelled of blood he knew it slid down her inner thigh even now. Mounting desire rose up in him he pulled away from her. “Come.” Before her he Changed. Instead of shock or denial crossing her lovely face she smiled laughing softly when he came up nudging her thighs apart to lick at the fresh blood. “I’m coming.” She whispered as she Changed. Together two wolves roamed the forest one a deep black the other a rich brown. The people who lived near the forest claimed it was haunted as cries of ecstasy mingled with a wolf’s howls on the night wind.