1 comments/ 19066 views/ 16 favorites Ash Ch. 01 By: Twisted_Mistress He'd left it too late. His muscles burned like they'd melt the skin from his bones. Ash braced his palm against the rough brick of the shop front. That would teach him to push his body to resist its instincts. Sweat beaded his face; he gave a swift glance to check that nobody was around to witness his weakness. The street was deserted; it was the wrong end of town for a Samaritan to come to his aid anyway. Ahead of him music pumped into the damp night air as the door to the club swung open and then back on itself. Voices, sharp with temper, exchanged a cursed parting, a car door slammed once, twice, and the street was his again. He should have headed to the park hours ago. Instead Ash had forced himself to pace the dishevelled Friday night streets. Litter blew around his ankles as he braced for another wave of pain. Gritting his teeth he shoved away from the wall. He didn't want to slip skin out in the open; he would head to the park and give in to the need to change. Damn it but he was in control of his own body. It took a moment to get his bearings. With a nod to himself he focused on putting one foot in front of the other. The pain wasn't severe enough to block out his thought process yet, but it wouldn't be long. He could cut through the alley beside the club, follow it around back and be in the park within five minutes. Ash ignored the tremor in his muscles and turned left into the alley. The scents of rot and filth filled his nose till he wanted to gag. Bags of rotting food billowed from the overfull bins almost masking the stench of urine daubed at regular intervals along both walls. It was all he could do not to whip his cock out and scent the area with his own piss. This was his town. Nobody else's. Just his. But that was the wolf in him that was thinking. The scent was the smell of lazy human, too drunk or too inconsiderate to find a toilet to relieve himself. They weren't marking territory like he would be. Despite that knowledge a growl rumbled deep in his chest. There was a sound; he cocked his head trying to focus over the throbbing pulse of his blood. It was almost a whimper. It made his heart skip. A predatory urge to flush out potential prey deepened his growl. His wolf was too near the surface; if he didn't find somewhere to change soon he was going to lose his tenuous grip on his control and shift where he stood. Too exposed. He glanced behind him to the mouth of the alley. He could be seen from here. There weren't many other wolves in this city but he'd be vulnerable for the time it took for his bones to break and reform. He surged onward, staggering deeper into the alley. Slap. It was the sound of skin hitting skin. Another whimper. Soft. Feminine? Ash shoved his hand over his face, pushing the sweat from his eyes. His nostrils flared. He stood at the end of the alley with his nose in the air, had he been able to in this form he'd have cocked his ears to place the noise. Sex. He could smell it. The unmistakable musk of aroused male. It rose above the background filth of the alley to swell his cock and curl his lips back from his teeth. The whimpering was the noise of a woman getting fucked, hard judging by the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Ash glanced over his shoulder once more. He should turn around and take the long route to the park. He might just be able to make it. In the adjacent alley a door creaked and then slammed. He frowned; he was running out of time. Better to just charge past the lovers. It would make them jump but he'd be gone before they would even be aware of him. He was just shifting balance to push off for the dash when the woman screamed. "No!" "Aww go on darling, we don't mind sharing." A man chuckled. "Oh yes, swallow him down bitch." Ash ducked his head around the corner. A girl was crouched on all fours, her pale skin glowed in the sparse light of the club's rear door. Behind her crouched a man, trousers dropped to his thighs, bare arse clenching and unclenching as he worked his cock in and out of the girl's cunt. Before her knelt another man, though he faced Ash his attention was taken up by pulling his growing cock from his trousers. The girl, pale skinned and dark haired was shaking her head. As much as she could with the first man's hand fisted in it to hold her still. The girl bucked and fought, trying to rise off her knees but the first man pressed his palm to her shoulder blades and kept her in place. The second guy pressed his clawed hand to her jaw, working it open. "No. We agreed..." "Yeah, yeah, one at a time." The second man nodded, laughing. "Buyer's market baby. Bite it and I'll snap your neck." In one forceful movement he thrust his cock into her mouth. His hands gripped the girl's ears halting her attempt to pull back. The sound of her gagging on the cock filled Ash's ears until it drowned out the pounding of his heart and the howl of his rising wolf. The scent of sex and fear was overpowering. The noise of the girl's whimpering and gagging was intoxicating. Ash had an urge to charge ahead, toss the two men aside and shove his own cock into the vacant cunt. How long had it been? Even longer than it had since he slipped skin. He'd been pushing himself to go longer and longer between shifts. He'd had little choice about the enforced chastity. Ash shook his head to clear it. The girl broke free with a squeal of panic. They guy who had been fucking her mouth drew back a fist, aimed it at the side her head. Ash surged forward. His wolf instinct might have wanted him to take the girl for himself but she was one girl against two men and that spoke to the scrap of human being left inside him. Too late. Ash recognised the scent of wolf only when he had left the safety of his hiding place. The two men whirled on him. They rose. Their trousers hanging around their thighs and their engorged cocks bobbing at him. Ash steeled himself for the impact. He drove himself head first into the first guy's gut, sending him sprawling backwards into the second. If they had been human they wouldn't have survived, the first guy would have snapped his spine, the second would have cracked his head open on the wall. Ash didn't wait. He scooped up the girl under his arm and dashed for the other end of the alley. She screeched and writhed in his hold but he didn't stop until he felt grass under his feet. The park. Ash stopped in his tracks. He turned a full circle scenting the air for any sign that the two wolves might be pursuing. There was none. Evidently a fuck was not worth fighting over. He looked down at the girl he still held under his arm. Her head was twisted so that she could see his face. "Yeah remember me now?" She hissed at him. It was not the reaction he had expected. Ash frowned and shook his head to himself. He dropped the girl onto her knees at his feet. Just for a second he thought about taking up where the two wolves had left off. He could thrust his throbbing erection into her exposed cunt or maybe shut up that big mouth of hers instead. Slowly she stood up, making a show off dusting herself off. She wore and tiny pleated skirt that barely covered her bare arse and a cheap white shirt unbuttoned and tied in a knot between her bare breasts. The situation in the alley and then her rescue had left her bunches in disarray. So that her dark hair was lopsided, one bunch high up on the top of her head, one almost undone and dangling below her ear. Ash did a double take. One the one hand the girl looked like she'd just stepped off the school bus; on the other she was wearing a school uniform like a porn star. A three-inch skirt, no panties and way too much flesh on display. Only when he reached her eyes, and it took a good few minutes of thorough inspection to reach that high, did he confirm that she was long out of school. Mid twenties minimum, thirties if you took account of the hard-edged glint in her eyes. He was just thinking that they were nice eyes when she slammed the heel of her hand into the centre of his chest. He'd caught the tell tale intent in her moves but he was a wolf, what could she do to him? Send him flying backwards on to his arse is exactly what she did. His feet actually lifted from the ground, his landing so unprepared for that he bit his own tongue when his head bounced. Ash gave a snarl and swallowed blood. His blood. "I don't need no fucking pimp so think again mister." She screeched at him, pointed finger jabbing the air as she advanced on him again. Pimp? "You're a fucking whore?" He yelled with disbelief. "Disappointed?" She placed her balled fists onto her narrow hips, feet braced far apart as she sneered at him. "Got you all hot watching some poor girl getting fucked around in an alley, now you're all put out cos it was paid for huh?" She shook her fist at him; he could see the corners of the crumpled bills she clutched there. It must have been why she had remained on her knees when he took down her would-be attackers. Collecting her damned payment. Ash could have kicked himself. "I thought I was rescuing you, not fucking up your work place." His lips curled derisively around the words. In his mind he was adding up the change in his pockets, wondering if he had enough to purge the pain in his cock. The girl kicked at the loose stones on the path, sending a spray of gravel at Ash's face. He held his hands up to protect his eyes and then felt like an idiot being intimidated by a girl. A girl who had just put a wolf on his arse. He pushed up from the ground with a snarl but she had already turned her back on him, stalking in circles jabbing at the air with her money filled fist. "Rescuing. Those guys just like a bit of fear with their fuck, that's all. Bloody wolves, they like all that whimpering shit. Taking the piss trying to get a two one for deal though, the bastards." She rounded on him again; her lipstick was smeared up to her cheek, distorting her angry pout. "Now I'm down twenty quid cos of you." Ash opened his mouth to argue but a surge of fresh pain ripped his breath from his lungs. His knees gave way and he buckled before her. Clutching at the hem of her skirt to save himself from landing on his face. She dodged out of his way in a blur of movement. She caught his shoulder before he toppled over, helpless Ash simply hung there letting her take his weight whilst he fought to breathe. "Oh babe you smell real bad." The girl sniffed the air around him, her nose wrinkling in disgust, still she moved closer, running her nose across his cheek. Ash fought for air, he tried to shrug the girl away from him, all thoughts of fucking erased. "Get away from me." He growled, pulling his t-shirt over his head. His wolf was coming too fast to stop now. "For your sake run you stupid bitch." The girl cuffed him about the ear; already off balance he toppled aside, landing hard on his bare shoulder. Ash blinked blindly up at her, his body curling in on itself as his wolf fought to claw its way out of his body. He shouldn't have left it this long; he should have shifted weeks ago. He was going to kill the stupid girl if she didn't get moving soon. "I don't need a pimp and I don't take orders from anyone boy." She snarled. It was more of a growl than a snarl. Ash gazed up at her trying to follow just what she was wittering on about. His eyes went wide when she lifted his right foot and tugged off his trainer. He'd thought he was rescuing her and now she was going to steal his shoes? He would damn well eat the bitch when he shifted. "Your going to turn darling, you don't want to ruin your clothes when you do that." She tugged off his left shoe and dropped it beside the other before pulling off his sock. Ash couldn't speak. He was curling into a rigid foetal position, unable to move, his body taking back control. Sweat poured over his skin, it blurred his vision and chilled on his skin. He shivered even when it felt like his body was on fire. Why wasn't she running? Ash's eyes went wide as her fingers reached for the snap of his jeans. He wriggled away from her reach, holding his hands out to ward her off; unable to comprehend what she was doing. Linda rolled her eyes at the wolf. If he wasn't careful he was going to ruin a fairly decent pair of jeans. She lunged forward, batting his hands out of her way. She yanked at the buttons and then dragged them down his long lean legs. She bit back a smile at his confusion; poor thing didn't know whether to hide his nakedness from her or gouge her eyes out for stealing his clothes. She wrinkled her nose again, he smelled really bad, stale. The full moon was two whole weeks ago yet this guy was in the grip of change. It wasn't her concern; she should get back to the club and make some more money. She glanced over her shoulder and then looked down at her 'rescuer'. "Some rescue." She muttered dryly. She cocked her head and watched the dark fur sprouting over his naked skin. It was like that time-lapse photography stuff where you get to see a plant grow real fast. Hair poured out of him, covering the naked skin, disguising all that nice taut muscle. She winced as he reached the painful part. His arms locked, lengthened, and then shrank back a little. His hand almost melting away as it reformed into a paw. It was the first time she had witnessed a werewolf changing skin this close up. It was not pretty. She rolled her eyes at her own stupidity, duh werewolf approaching. She dragged the guy's jeans over her bare legs, pulled his tee over her shirt. When he the wolf raised it long muzzle to sniff at her all it got was a good whiff of himself. It made her smile to see him huff and snort in disgust. "Told ya you smelled bad." She glanced over her shoulder towards the club once more then looked at the money still clutched in her hand. A hundred and fifty was enough to get by on. She could more than double it and live it up for the next week. Whoring wasn't only weekend work but the money was definitely better on Friday's and Saturdays. She looked down instead at the wolf, it was stretching, its mouth wide open in a yawn. That made her giggle, a bored wolf, go figure. Shrugging off the idea of going back to work Linda followed the wolf when it trotted ahead. "What the hell, I'll make it up tomorrow." She sighed and took in a deep breath of fresh air. "You're gonna want your clothes when you wake up in the morning." Ash sat bolt upright. He was in a bed. His bed. Naked. He looked around him; he was home. That made him frown. He remembered the change coming over him the night before. Interrupted by the girl in the alley. That memory caused a surge of heat in his groin. His mouth watered at the memory of white skin getting ploughed from behind. The heat subsided quickly at the memory of a sharp tongue and a thump to the chest that had sent him sprawling like some kid. He shook his head to clear the image and then wondered if he'd eaten her when he'd changed. Smart-mouthed bitch. "I could use some coffee if you're getting up." Ash jerked backwards and tumbled from the bed. He rose slowly, peeking over the edge of the rumpled covers to see dark red hair sprawled over his pillow and one bright blue eye looking back at him. He started at the sight before getting a hold of himself. Making himself stand up to look at the woman more closely. It was the girl from the alley, the whore. She was wrapped in his duvet, her hair free from its bunches and spread out like lava across his pillow. From beneath the quilt two feet poked out, he recognised his own trainers and, considering her clothing the night before, his jeans. "Why are you wearing my clothes?" "Didn't want to get bit again." She yawned. A huge gaping unabashed yawn. When she finally finished she grinned at him, wide fleshy lips stretched across an impish face. Again? Ash blinked and shoved his hair out of his face with both hands. His senses had been all over the place last night but now he inhaled deeply. The scents of the familiar surroundings filtered out, he was left with only her. She smelled of sex, woman and... wolf. Confused Ash took another whiff. Just in case he was scenting himself on her, she wore his clothes, was wrapped inside his quilt. "You're a wolf." She cocked her head and eyed him blandly. "No shit Sherlock. You'll be telling me I'm a girl next." Ash sat back on his haunches. A girl who was a wolf. He corrected himself, a whore who was a wolf. "Stick your tongue back in your head Fido. Unless you've got some money tucked under your mattress you can't afford my services. You're pretty enough but not so much that I'll be handing out vouchers." "Then piss off and fetch your owned damn coffee." He growled, stalking from the room. Her giggle followed him. It teased him as he stood in the bathroom. While he peed he checked his face in the mirror. He looked brighter than he had done for days. No unexplained cuts or bruises meant that he couldn't have done too much damage the night before. Running his tongue over his teeth turned up no surprises either. No unexpected fibres trapped between his teeth, only the regular unpleasant taste of morning. He gave a grimace, he'd probably be better off if he had taken a bite out of the cocky bitch last night. At least he wouldn't have to put up with her now. Actually he didn't really have to put up with her at all. "What are you doing here anyway?" He didn't stop to listen to her, just headed of to the kitchen to make coffee. After a moment's hesitation he pulled down another mug for the girl too. In all the time he'd been here he couldn't remember ever needing to use the extra mug. "Soaking up your gratitude for making sure you didn't lose your clothes and for letting you in so you could wake up in bed rather than shivering in the woods." Her tone was bored rather than mocking. Ash had to concentrate to keep up. He had woken up in his own bed, which did make a pleasant change from the woods. "But why?" He interrupted his own question by asking her preference for coffee, he may turn furry but he was raised with good manners. He added milk and sugar and carried the cups through to the bedroom. "Well you had thought you were doing me a good turn when you kidnapped me." "I didn't..." She was teasing him. Had he been away from people that long that he'd forgotten how to interact with them? Probably. "Why didn't you change at full moon?" Ash had to concentrate on the question, the girl had sat up, she was wearing his t-shirt though he could see the outline of the shirt she was wearing beneath it. He'd never made that tee rise and fall the way she did. It strained across her breasts, rippling wonderfully as she stretched her arms over her head for another full out yawn. "I didn't want to." He muttered, snatching his eyes away from the breasts he couldn't afford to drool on. He wondered briefly how much those two guys had had to part with to fuck her. Spit-roast her in an alley. The thought dried his mouth and tightened his balls. He was naked; he couldn't hide his arousal from her, not without spilling boiling hot coffee on himself anyway. "I don't like being a slave to the moon; that's all." He added so that he didn't sound like some sulky kid. His cock bobbed as he shrugged. Ash's cheeks flushed. Hard not to sound like some kid when you can't control your own cock because there's a girl in your bed. Linda watched him pretend that his cock wasn't rock hard. She nodded at his words as though they made sense, even though they didn't. "You don't like being a wolf then?" His hard on dissolved, he set a steaming mug of coffee beside her and stalked around to the other side of the bed. "You do?" Linda combed her fingers through her hair thinking that over. "Well I was pissed off at first. I'd have charged more if I'd known that was what he intended at the time." Ash Ch. 01 Ash spat coffee across the quilt. "You were a whore before you were a Werewolf?" "Sex worker." She corrected primly. It was a shame he was caught up with the whole whore thing. He was pretty cute in a boyish type way, though there was no way he was under twenty-five. She cocked her head and studied him for a minute; now that he was back in his human skin she could gauge his age a bit better. Maybe even thirty. "I thought it was going to screw up my life but actually..." She twirled her fingers in the air as she thought about the words to use. "It kind of gave me a better niche." He curled his lip and she let out the breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding. Like his shit didn't stink. She should be used to the reaction but it still caused her stomach to sink with disappointment. What the hell. They were even by her reckoning, he'd thought he was helping her out last night and she'd returned the favour. Fuck him. Or rather don't fuck him; she smiled as she mentally corrected herself. She watched him from the corner of her eye and wondered how long it had been since he last got laid. Yeah the guy who'd turned her had done her a favour, there were very few girl wolves around and that gave her a niche in the market all right. Not only did it mean that she wouldn't go screaming to the hills if a guy sprouted claws and a tail when he got carried away but also if he got carried away, she wouldn't break. She didn't need to defend her career choice to some guy that couldn't even accept what he was. Linda planned to drink her coffee and leave. The house was across town from her own place and it would take an hour to get home on the bus. Her stomach rumbled, already demanding food that she wouldn't get for a while. Eyeing the petulant wolf slumped beside her she figured she wouldn't bother trying to cajole breakfast out him. She'd barely taken the first sip of her coffee when there was a boom and the sound of wood splitting. After the initial shock she turned her 'rescuer'. "Expecting anyone?" He was on his feet, lips curled back from his teeth heading towards the front door. His growl was cut off by the sound of bone hitting bone. There was another bang, the sound of something heavy hitting the floor. Linda set her cup down and dashed to the window to check for an escape. Who knew what this guy had going on. "Hey bitch, you owe us a fuck." Ash Ch. 02 Trapped. Linda's inner wolf wanted to whine and scratch at the walls to get out. Below the window was a twenty-foot drop, she could make it and still get away but it would hurt. If she ran and then got caught by the two wolves then it would hurt. If she played nice and let them use her body it would hurt, but not for as long. She cocked her hip and eyed the two men from beneath her lashes. "I don't actually owe you boys anything after that stunt you pulled last night." She sighed huskily. The biggest of the pair scoffed at her, the vein in his neck was still a raised ridge, his blood still running hot from taking down the wolf in the hallway. "So you finally got yourself a pimp did you? Was it his idea to play snatch and run?" "You had your snatch already, and I didn't run I was rescued." She hoped that they hadn't killed her rescuer; casually she sniffed the air to check. There was the scent of blood but not a lot of it. The big guy had grazed his knuckle breaking down the door, maybe that was what she smelled. She waved off the two men's cackling. "Poor guy thought I was some helpless babe getting raped by two nasty men. Not all that surprising when it's your favourite game." Linda was still wearing the borrowed clothes over her own. It lessened the effect of the suggestion in her voice but from the way the two goons were locking their eyes to her chest she needn't have worried. Very slowly she pulled off the crumpled t-shirt, tossing it to one side and adjusting the knot holding together the shirt beneath. "So are you gonna play nice and pay up the rest that you owe me? Two on one costs more than the regular deal." The shorter of the two had a shaved head that exaggerated the thickness of his black eyebrows. He was sort of familiar but that wasn't all that surprising; she must have fucked every wolf in this town at some point or another. Except for the new guy whose apartment this was. Linda unsnapped the jeans and let them slip down her bare legs, fully aware that they were getting an eye-full of shaven pussy until her tiny skirt dropped down into place. Shaved Head shoved his hand into his pocket and tossed a couple of crumpled notes onto the bureau before fumbling with his trousers. Linda didn't want to fuck, right now she wanted a couple of bacon sandwiches and a latte, but business was business. She didn't want the two of them starting rumours that she ran out on a transaction and she really didn't want to feel the hurt they could cause her if they decided to simply take what they'd paid for. They liked a bit of fear and pain with their fucking, that she already knew, she'd really prefer not to give them the real thing if she could help it. Leaning over, letting them get a clear view of her un-holstered breasts as she crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees. They were full and round, and thanks to the coolness and tension in the room tautly pointed nipples topped them. They didn't say anything but from the jerking of their heads and the roll of their eyes they were silently working out who got to fuck what hole. Linda remained on her hands and knees and waited for them to make their selection. She bit back a wry smile; her body was much like a menu, each part had a different price. She gasped as two thick fingers shoved deep into her dry pussy. The sound ignited a growl in the burly guy behind her and he twisted his hand to push further inside. "You like that? You like to scare girls before you fuck them?" Linda was rewarded by those fingers pumping in an out, with an effort that made Burly grunt. "Please mister, don't touch me there, I'll do anything." Shaved head chuckled at her feigned pleading. "Almost a shame to shut you up darlin'. And I don't say that often." Linda smiled sweetly, touching the tip of her tongue to the bow of her lip before opening wide for the bobbing cock in front of her. She ran her tongue along it, around it, moistening it before it hit the back of her throat. If it were dry then it would make her gag and customers really hated when you puked on their shoes. Keeping up eye contact with Shaved Head she wriggled back against the hand in her pussy, truly grateful that Burly had chosen to work her open before ramming his cock inside. Looked like she was going to get that high protein breakfast, just not the one she had planned. The wolves set a nice rhythm, Burly shoved his cock into her warmed up pussy, it was large but not painfully so. She bobbed between them, pulled back onto the cock in her cunt then pulled forward to the one now deep in her throat. Four hands tugged and groped at her breasts, fingers digging in even harder when she remembered to whimper. Shaved head pulled out her mouth, for a moment she thought he planned to direct his cum over her face, she held out her tongue, her lip chained to him by a trail of saliva. "I'm gonna make you squeal for real bitch." He dropped a punch onto Burly's shoulder interrupting his rhythm. "Lie down Gav, get the bitch to do the work, I'm gonna fuck her ass." Linda's head shot round. "Hey we never agreed to..." His palm caught her square on the cheek, catching the soft tissue on her teeth and filling her mouth with blood. The taste brought her wolf to the surface. Her eyesight sharpened and she could see every follicle on Shaved Head's scalp, including the few stray hairs he'd missed with the razor that she hadn't noticed before. "You owe me for making me track you across town. You and that pathetic pimp of yours." "He's not my..." She was cut off by Burly lifting her off her knees. Werewolves were stronger than humans; he wouldn't have had the strength to lift her up from a lying down position had he been human. She thought about fighting. She could have taken down one of them, given herself a chance to get away, but not two. So she bitched at them whilst they moved her where they wanted to. The faint little buzz she'd had going on evaporated, she forced herself not to tense up as she was positioned onto Burly's cock. From behind she could hear the steady click- click of Shaved Head pumping his cock, keeping it good and hard before he split open her arse with it. "You heard the boss." Hissed Burly Gav. He dug his fingers deep into her breast and twisted. "Getting squealing, he really likes it if you beg." Linda hissed at the sudden sharp pain in her breast, jerked her head around to see 'the boss' lining up for a big thrust. Resigned to the fact that it was going to hurt and that, if she was lucky they'd be pleased with their morning's workout and cum quickly. Being a wolf had the bonus that, unless they were really determined, she could survive just about anything they wanted to do to her. It didn't make anymore it fun though. She did as they told her. She whimpered and squeaked with every scratch, every grinding twist, crying out when 'the boss' pressed the fat head of his cock to her tightest hole. Her only blessing was that she had made him good and wet before he changed his menu choice. If not for that then he would have ripped her apart. Remembering their orders Linda begged for them to stop, it inflamed their ardour greatly, enough so that she forced a sob out from her lips hoping to hurry them along. "No, no, please no." She could feel 'the boss's' pulse in her arse now. Her reluctant little girl act had his balls tightening against his body as he slammed in and out of her. His claws dug tracks in her hips but her only thought was to lead them to climax. Then she could go home, soak in a bath and eat three breakfasts if she wanted to. She let out another barrage of pleas, managing to get her voice to break as she tailed off. The trick to play-acting was to do it wholeheartedly otherwise it just sounded ridiculous. From the edge of the room there was a snarl, the rhythm faltered and then the cock in her arse was ripped from her body. Burly Gav shoved her to one side. Linda was thrown clear off the bed, tangling in the quilt as she fought to right herself and see what had happened. There was another feral snarl followed by a hideous gurgling. "Oh my God! You killed the alpha." Ash was wild. Out of control. Two guys had kicked down his door, smashed his head into the wall and knocked him out. When he'd come to all he could hear was the girl begging for them to stop. He was a wolf. They had trespassed on his property, attacked him and now they were helping themselves to his stuff. It didn't matter that the girl was a whore. It didn't even matter that she wasn't even his whore. He woke to the taste of his own blood. The scent of freshly drawn blood and sex filled the narrow confines of his hallway. Ash's wolf leapt to the surface and demanded action. As he'd staggered to the doorway of his bedroom his stomach had flipped over at the sight before him. That tiny girl, woman, whore, was being shredded. Her back, rump and thighs were laced with scratches, some light and pink coloured, others deep, ragged edged and bleeding. She was buffeted between the two men like a toy boat on a wave. His nostrils flared, sex and blood and violence. Trespass. When the girl began to beg them to stop only to be fucked harder Ash lost it. He lunged for the closest one. Clawed fingers digging into his eye sockets as he yanked his head back. Pure shock on his face a second before Ash plunged his teeth into his throat and yanked. His mouth filled with meat and blood, it gushed, too fast to catch, it poured from his lips. Ash spat out the meat and sinew that he had torn away, it slapped wetly against the wall and slid to the floor. When the second man whirled from the bed Ash crouched over his kill and growled from the depths of his soul. The noise echoed across the room, bouncing from wall to wall in eerie reverberation. "Oh my God! You killed the alpha." Ash scrubbed his chin with the back of his hand, his fingers shaking with the effort to force his wolf back down. He took great gulps of air but that only drew the copper scent of blood and death rushing over his senses. His teeth ached with the need to bite down, again and again. Fear crept up his spine, invisible hackles rising. He glared at the man before him, crouched on his knees, head bowed in submission. Slowly his wolf subsided, pacified by the subservient posture. Little by little his heart rate slowed and steadied, his breathing settled and his vision softened and coloured once more. Ash looked down in horror at the dead man beneath him. He wasn't a man anymore; he was meat. His blood pooled in a black lake of gore beneath his head, the ruin of his throat glistened in the pale morning sunlight. Ash shoved away from him, what had the other man said? Alpha. Surely this couldn't get any worse. He'd killed the Alpha wolf of this city. "Get out!" he barked at the cowering man. Burly Gav looked up at him in confusion. His gaze moved swiftly from the lifeless alpha to Ash; he gave a resolute nod, rose to his feet and then dashed from the room. Ash didn't move until he heard the communal door at the front of the building creak and slam. He wiped his hand over his face. It came away wet. Ash gazed at his fingers, studied the blood that coated them. It wasn't real. It was the same recurring nightmare that he'd had since he was first turned. Waking to find he was gnawing on a real person, a human being, eating his flesh. But this wasn't a human being it was another wolf. Okay, not just another wolf but the Alpha of the city, the top dog in town. Ash shook his head to clear the image from his mind but it didn't fade. His bedroom was still the same. There was still a naked dead man whose his blood still soaked into his mattress and there was still a whimpering girl in the corner of the room. The girl. Mechanically Ash turned his head to look at her. She had backed into the corner of the room, her shirt undone, falling off one shoulder, knees drawn up to her breasts. Her mouth was frozen in a shocked 'o', her face drained of all colour. Except for her eyes. They were the deep chestnut of her wolf. The parallel scratches seemed to be a road map along her body, all of them pointing to her wet puffy cunt. The wolf inside told him that he was victorious in battle, that now he could claim his prize. He stood naked, wearing only another man's blood. His balls tightened, his cock throbbed a savage tattoo as he drew in the scent of unfinished sex. "You killed him." She murmured. Her voice was distant, free of its regular teasing and sarcasm. Ash merely nodded, his gaze fixed on her sex. What had been a passing wistful thought became a growing demand. His cock bobbed, bringing his attention back to his priorities. He had fought and won, now he needed to fuck. He had just killed the city Alpha, better make that fuck and then run. The girl crawled towards him on her hands and knees. The wolf in her kept her body low to the ground, cringing towards him, her nose lifted as she breathed in the fresh kill. He watched mesmerised as she licked her lips, her wolf really liked the scents of the room right now. He'd never fucked a wolf before. The last woman he had fucked he had turned into a wolf. Deliberately. He had bitten her and scratched her and it had been the best sex of his life so far. She had loved her Hunter so much that she begged to be given the curse of the Werewolf that he despised so much. With another wolf he could have that very same freedom, the freedom to scratch and bite and fuck as hard as he liked. He could see himself pounding his thick cock into the bitch on the floor. Gouging yet more tracks along her body with his claws whilst she milked his cock with her orgasm. "Kiss me." Her voice was trance like whisper. A child-like plea. Ash looked down at her, his wolf was appeased by her place at his feet, his turgid cock bobbed to attention, ready for the action to come. He was going to fuck her, good and hard, that could wait for one kiss. He bent down towards her and she rose up to meet him. They met in the middle, open mouths bruising with the force of the contact. Ash groaned as the scent of her wet sex flooded his nostrils. Their tongues twined, they fought to reach deeper into the other's mouth, a duel almost. Ash closed his eyes and reached down, he cupped the whole of her breast in his hand and squeezed. Moulding the pliable flesh with his fingers. It was so very soft, the hard nipple grazed his palm, he pushed and squeezed over and over, reshaping it to his whim. The girl moaned and rubbed against him, her tongue lapped at the edge of his lip. Another subservient wolf gesture, telling him he was boss. He knew that already but his wolf preened at her telling him again. She lathed his face, moaning her pleasure as she sucked and nipped at his chin. Ash's cocked ached, surely he couldn't harden any further, it seemed that his heart had moved into his organ. That his very pulse originated from that central point rather than in his chest. He pushed his hands into the girl's hair, ready to guide her mouth from his lips to his cock. She moaned and arched against him, her hips rocking, already miming the act to follow. When he raised his head to get on with the business of fucking she whined, a wolf like sound yet so very feminine. When he hesitated she stretched up to meet his mouth again and licked him. It was a strange sensation, nobody had ever done that to him before, she was panting as she continued to lick and suck at his face. He smiled smugly; she really was getting into this. Then he froze with the realisation. She wasn't getting horny kissing him; she was lapping the blood from his face. That was what she was hot for. Ash shoved her away brutally. She whined and began to crawl back to him, gazing up at him with those big chestnut wolf eyes again. Ash wiped his hand over his face and it came away wet. Wet from her tongue as much as the blood. Disgusted he strode from the room to the bathroom. He ran the taps and began to scrub at his face. Linda remained frozen on the floor. She wasn't appalled at her own reaction to the blood; she was curious at his open disgust. For her or for the nature of the animal they shared, she couldn't tell. What she knew was that she couldn't remember ever wanting to fuck as much as she had just a few moments ago. There was a pulse deep inside her pussy that if she kept very still she could still feel. For the first time her thighs were wet with her own juices. And the only valid cock in the place was busy getting cleansed by Sir Saintly in the bathroom. She was far from naïve. She was a working girl getting the hots for some prissy do-gooder who hated the beast that tried to control him. Typical, the first guy to ring her bell in a long time not only hated werewolves but whores too. Maybe she could catch up with Burly Gav, he'd scratch her itch for her. If he'd shut up whilst he rode her maybe she could even get off. Linda humphed. The high she'd been riding threw her off and it was a long way down. The sound of running water continued to tinkle from the bathroom and she stared at the dented door between them. He hated wolves and he hated whores; he was going to toss her out on her ear without a backward glance. Linda thought quickly. Maybe there was another way... "They'll come looking for you, you know." She leaned on the doorjamb idly watching him trying to scrub his very skin from his bones. He glanced jerkily over his shoulder but didn't stop. "The whole pack will come for you. Me too. They'll blame me. The two of them thought that you were my pimp to start with." That got through, he shot her a disgusted look, and his eyes raked down then up her body like she was poisonous. She could have left then, walked away but cold bitter anger steeled her resolve. "We need to go, now. They know where you live; it's no secret where I live. You got any place we can hole up for a while?" "We? Look you go your way and I'll go mine. It'll be safer that way." She shook her head slowly and smiled at him. "Against a pack? One stands no chance. With two of us we might be able to take out a couple here and there until they decide to leave us alone or until we come up with a better plan." He stood very still, his eyes on hers but she would swear he didn't even see her. "For how long?" She raised a brow, careful not to look too happy about it. She pulled her lip up in a sneer. "Few weeks, month at the most. Depends who gets elected the new Alpha really." The man nodded reluctantly, his dark blonde hair dropping forward to shield his pale blue eyes. "I might know somewhere we can use." "I'm Linda." "Ash." He held out his hand, she offered her palm thinking he wanted to shake on their belated introductions. Instead he nodded behind her towards the towel rail. Sighing Linda plucked up a stiff faded towel and passed it to him. Ash Ch. 03 He didn't know what he was doing here. Glancing at the girl, Linda, beside him Ash frowned wondering just how he'd got himself in this position. They sat side by side in companionable silence, companionable only because Linda had fallen asleep. His ears ached from all the questions she had bombarded him with. Now she leaned against him, her head on his shoulder and her breast squished against his arm. Every time the bus hit a pothole flattened teasingly against him. He wasn't sure if it was the best or the worst journey of his life. This time yesterday his world had been undisturbed. Go to work five nights a week, take the odd day shift to boost his savings, eat, sleep, trying to resist shifting into a wolf was the only thing that made it interesting for him. Until today. Last night he'd thought he'd helped a young woman escape from a brutal rape outside a nightclub. Today he was the most wanted man in the city they were leaving behind. Wolf; the most wanted wolf. The two guys that had been abusing the girl turned out to be valid punters. She was a whore, they were her clients and it turned out that they had righteously paid for the services they had been enjoying. He hadn't even realised till he'd woken up this morning that she was a wolf too. He could curse his own stupidity all he liked but he'd pushed his forced change of skin beyond its limits and had been heading to the park to change at the time. He'd been somewhat distracted. She'd been preparing to leave when those same two wolves had broken into his apartment and attacked him. He'd woken up hurt and bleeding. The worst part was that the two goons had been completing their original transaction when he'd come to. Worst because, yet again, his wolf had jump to conclusions that were unfounded and 'rescued' the unlikely damsel again. This time he'd killed the guy. It was the wolf way; defend your territory and all that is in it. Well Linda wasn't his territory but she was within it. It wasn't helped by the fact that she had been play-acting the reluctant victim for them. It had been too much for his bruised wolf to endure. He'd been in like Flynn before his brain to could make the more rational connections. Now he had lost his jobs, his apartment and his anonymity. Stuffed into his backpack were his savings and a few clothes. That was all he had to show for two years of knuckling down and trying to fit in. Old angers and resentments rose to the surface when he had thought he'd buried them. His life had turned into a bag of shit since he'd been unfortunate enough to survive a werewolf six years ago. How bloody ironic that his life might have been improved had he died that night. Now he was stuck with Linda for at least a few weeks whilst they waited out the wolves' decision. Ash wasn't sure if this was a good or a bad thing. After the best part of six years alone it was more than a little disconcerting to be saddled with twenty-four hour company all of a sudden. Before becoming a wolf he would probably have been using the free time whilst Linda slept to work out whether or not to make a move on her. She was a ripe woman. Shorter than him, much shorter, he guessed her to be about five foot two inches. She had an impish face, big eyes and wide mouth that seemed to constantly be moving. For her size she had large boobs, they'd spill over his hand if he cupped them, and a firm round arse that also begged to be squeezed. Problem was she was a whore. Ash's experience of the darker side of life made him wary of that specific type of female. To his knowledge they were an untrustworthy breed, women in general were a mystery to him, whores even more so. A reluctant grin spread across his face as he thought about his savings in his backpack. There was no reason why he couldn't pay for he wanted though. Damn it, two weeks locked in a cabin with her and he'd leave a pauper. An exhausted, very satisfied pauper. Ash shook the thoughts from his head and nudged Linda awake; she stretched and yawned, looking up at him sleepily. He was already missing that soft insistent pressure of her breast pressed to him, but he couldn't resist watching the way her t-shirt stretched across them as she arched her back to stretch out her cramped muscles. It was going to be a long couple of weeks. Linda adjusted her holdall across her back for the hundredth time. Whoever it was that Ash had borrowed a hideout from must live like a hermit. They were miles from anywhere. The woods were ten degrees cooler than the mild early summer that was happening elsewhere. Linda didn't feel ten degrees cooler, she was feeling hot and sweaty, in a less than pleasant way. It was on the tip her tongue to ask how much further it was but Ash had been decreasingly patient with questions since they stepped off the bus. She couldn't even complain really since this was her idea. Well not the whole middle of nowhere, ten-mile hike thing, but getting out of the city at least. She fixed her eyes on the spot in the centre of Ash's shoulder blades and just kept walking. It was the devil in her that pushed her forward. Every now and then her fixed gaze would irritate Ash enough that he would turn and glare at her. It was a wolf thing. Anything that watched you was a challenge, either you backed down from that challenge or rose to it. She wasn't making eye contact so she wasn't being challenging but Ash couldn't tell that without see her. It was naughty to tease him like that since he thought he was doing the honourable thing. She bit her lip; he was going to be mighty pissed off when he realised. There were two possible outcomes, he would never see or speak to her again, or he would simple kill her. He was capable of it. He must have moved fast to take out the city Alpha. He didn't get to the top dog spot without fighting for it. Then again he was balls deep in her arse at the time and only two thrusts away from heaven. Linda stopped dead. "Wolf." She muttered. "Shit, are we muscling in on someone's territory here?" Ash looked over his shoulder without stopping. "Friend of mine, we have permission to be here." "Wow, you have friends?" She didn't know why she let her mouth run off like that; it seemed she just couldn't help herself. "You guys stay friends because you don't visit or despite it?" Ash curled his lip; she could hear low edge of a growl rumbling from his chest. Yep, she was pressing his buttons all right. Not necessarily the buttons she wanted to be pressing but she was still getting his attention. "We're not friends exactly. He owes me a favour; I called it in today. Feel better now?" "Much." She called. With a hiss of temper she sped up. She was never usually this easy to ignore; this guy was really starting to bug her. "You don't get out much do you?" Ash stopped and turned around. "What?" "You." She pointed her finger at his chest, taking the time to catch him up properly. "Don't. Get. Out." She spread her hands to indicate the wilderness surrounding them. "Do you. You have the social skills of a skunk babe. It's not a complaint; it's an observation." "You expect me to hold out my arm for you, throw my coat over puddles for you after you caused all this?" Ah, here it was. They hadn't had this out yet. Give him credit; she hadn't thought it would happen for a day or two. He looked like he could be a brooder. "I caused all this?" She repeated sourly. "You chewed out the throat of the alpha of the city and it's my fault." "Everywhere I turn you are taking two cocks and weeping for help at the same time, it's confusing." Ash muttered. He blushed, from neck to brows, something that hadn't happened since he'd left school. "Can I help it if I am good at my job?" "Are you?" Linda stumbled at the softly spoken question. She twisted to look at him; there was no judgement on his face just open curiosity. "Yeah, I am very good. You tell me what you like and I'll make it happen." Ash swallowed. "And you must get asked for all kinds of weird stuff." Was that a statement or a question? Linda didn't know. She walked backwards for a few steps, shoulders back and hips swinging, he didn't directly look but she was fairly sure he noticed. "Oh yeah. Honey I am a wolf girl. Do you know how unusual that is?" She laughed and turned away from him, forgetting that he needed to lead since she didn't know the way. "I know." He didn't sound too happy at knowing. Linda rolled her eyes; he didn't seem overly happy about anything, at all, ever. It was her turn to feel his eyes boring into her. It didn't make her snappish or unsteady, she liked it. She liked it when men looked, even more when they liked looking. She wasn't convinced that Ash was enjoying the view. He might want to fuck her but he wasn't happy about wanting that. Still she couldn't tell if that was because she was a wolf or a whore. Sex worker. She corrected herself. "Are you going to be this glum for the whole time?" His voice was sharp with indignation when he finally spoke. "Glum? You expect me to be jolly about wondering if the wolf pack will hunt us down and kill us today or tomorrow." "Not a lot you can do about it, might as well make the best of it." "Make the best of what?" "This." She turned a circle holding her hands out to indicate the woods surrounding them. "Middle of nowhere, big empty space. We could slip skin and take a run whenever we wanted to. Catch us a deer; pig out. Run around naked if we like. It's a great place for a couple of wolves." "We aren't a couple." "We are two people. Two of something is a couple." She sighed, this was too hard, and she should just let him know what would happen when he made it into the city and run for it. "Do I have to pay for you to run around naked?" That was it. Linda spun round; she shrugged off her holdall and let it fall to the ground with a thud. "Ok mister, you want to tell me what your problem is?" Ash actually took a step back from her. He stepped forward again as soon as he realised what he had done, but initially he had backed off. Maybe he wouldn't wholly kill her when he found out. "I don't have a problem." "Like hell." This time when she moved forward she jabbed her finger to his chest and shoved him back that step he had retaken. "You've been on my case about being a whore since the start, now what is your issue with that?" "I don't have an issue with prostitutes per se." He pushed his hands through his thick blonde hair. "I was just disappointed you know?" She pulled sneer and cocked her hip, folding her arms and watching him. "No, I don't know. What do you do? For money." His eyes darted about the forest nervously. "I work the door at a club, a bouncer mostly. Why?" "So you look after people for money? Should I be expecting a bill when this is over if you have to protect me in that time? Or do I have to pay just for you being here?" "No!" he frowned. "What the fuck are you talking about?" "People aren't the sum total of their jobs mister. I'm a person, a werewolf and a person. Just because I fuck for money doesn't lessen that." She was yelling now. Taking a deep breath she stepped back. "Well when I fuck someone I want to know that they're getting off, not that they're just good at their job." That made her blink. "Are you saying you want to fuck me?" "Darling, I haven't had sex in two years, right now I could hump a three-legged scabby dog." She swung for him; he caught her wrist just like she thought he would. She kicked his shin with the point of her toe and had him hopping back from her, his hold on her released. Placing her hands on her hips she swaggered towards him. "You want to repeat that in a nicer way? Do you want to fuck me?" "Yes, like I said I..." Linda placed two fingers on his lips to shut him up. "Yes is more than enough information." She smiled up at his confused scowl. "You got me hot this morning." "You were hot for the blood I spilled this morning." She rolled her eyes at him. "I am a werewolf, I like blood, so sue me. To me it's an alternative to licking whipped cream of your body." Ash straightened up and stared at her. She could see this had never occurred to him before. "You're a werewolf, that affects the sort of stuff you like." She continued, she walked around him as she spoke. He didn't once look down at her. "Bet you like a bit of dominance, maybe a bit of rough play with a submissive woman, doesn't that get you hot?" He was thinking about something, something that made his cock nearly burst through his jeans. Was he remembering or imagining, she wondered. When he spoke his voice was hoarse, whatever was running through his mind had made his throat dry out. "And what do you like?" Linda smiled, and face-splitting all out grin. "Do you know what? Nobody has ever asked me that before." Ash was lost in pictures of a slender blonde crouched on all fours looking over her shoulders at him whilst he pulled her legs wider apart and set his throbbing cock to her shiny wet cunt. She had been so wet, so ready to fuck that he could have cried with delight at the sight. But it hadn't been him that she'd wanted; it was her lover, the Hunter. She'd been hot for his reaction to another man's cock stretching her cunt and making her cum. It had not been about him. He wasn't bitter about it, or not much anyway. They'd been so good together, the Hunter and her, that Ash could only be grateful that he'd had the chance to sample that kind of sexual heat. He looked down at the bizarre woman before him; he could easily make the transition from long slender blonde to shorter, curvier redhead. Her breasts were large enough that they would slap against her ribs when the rhythm got going. Her bottom would jiggle just the right amount should he slap his palm to it. The image soured slightly when the rosy picture show turned into a replay of her working her 'job' this morning, whimpering and pleading with the two goons and taking their money for it. He swallowed, or tried to. His mouth was dry. She was looking up at him with the sexiest smile he'd ever seen. Ash had to struggle to replay what it was that she'd just said. Damn, his cock was so hard he could hammer nails with it. He rubbed his hand over his face. "Look the cabin is just over that rise, let's get there and dump our stuff." He felt bad when her smile slipped; when she looked like that it was like he'd kicked a puppy. He couldn't get to grips with the girl. "How come nobody asked you that before?" She bent down and picked up her holdall once more. "I guess I haven't had real sex in longer than you." She shoved her hands into her pockets and set off determinedly. Ash set off after her. She may have been a foot shorter than him but she could sure move fast. Within minutes the cabin came into view. First the roof and then slowly the rest of it was revealed. From top to bottom like a picture loading on a computer. "Oh wow." Linda stopped to stare at the tiny house. "That is seriously cute. Like a real house only smaller." "You don't like it?" He didn't know why he was disappointed by her reaction. "A house is a house honey, I like it just fine. Nice garden too." He nodded to himself. He had to concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other, his cock was so hard that it was chafing against his jeans, he couldn't tell if it was going to fall off or if he might cum in his pants. They climbed the rough-hewn steps leading to the front door, Ash reached over Linda's head to run his finger along the frame. Just like Sheila had said. He set the key into the lock; unable to stop the memories of the last time he'd been here. He'd been a kid still really; angry with everyone over the turns his life had taken. He licked his lips unable to deny that little had changed for him. He let Linda walk in ahead of him, she grinned up at him and dropped her bag just inside the door. He watched her look about; well he watched her arse sway as she looked about anyway. "So how do I know?" She turned and raised her eyebrow at him. "If you're getting off when I'm fucking you or whether you are just good at your job?" She looked thoughtful. "I would think you would tell when I cum on your cock really." Ash nearly choked. He cleared his throat; the presence of the woman seemed to be having a bad effect on his hydration. Before he could respond she stepped up to him and looked all the way up to his eyes. "I have an idea. You brought some money with you right?" Ash let out his breath; his stomach sank to his knees. So they were going to make a business deal after all. She slapped at his shoulder and walked back to her holdall. For a moment he thought she was going to bail on him. Leave him alone in the woods to wait for the wolves to get him. After a rummage through her bag she pulled out a man's wallet, a thin black fold out job. Ash frowned wondering if that was hers or if she'd stolen it from someone. He stopped the thought almost before he finished it. Just because she made a living selling her body didn't mean that she was a thief of any kind. "Tell you what, I've an idea for how to make this work." Ash folded his arms and watched her, half warily and half drooling. Making this work sounded much like getting hot, sweaty and satisfied. That was exactly what he what he wanted. She took a ten-pound note out of her wallet and held it up to him. "Ten pounds a time. Every single thing either of us wants to happen will cost ten pounds." He frowned. By his reckoning he'd clocked up a couple of hundred pounds and she had spent nothing. Linda rolled her eyes. "Don't look at me like that. It's a fair system, tit for tat. One request from you, one request from me. Fair and square." "For ten pounds a pop? Sounds expensive." "Not at all." She grinned at him and her eyes twinkled with mirth. She strolled over to him waving the money as she moved. "I want you to get naked." She held out the note to him. Ash frowned; tentatively he took the money from her fingers. "You're giving me ten pounds to strip off?" "I am." She took a step back and leaned against the counter of the breakfast bar and watched him. Ash took a deep breath. Very slowly he slid off his jacket, Linda nodded at him encouragingly. He was sliding his jeans down his thighs when she cleared her throat. "And what is it that you want?" His balanced faltered and he had to cling on to the sofa to stop from tumbling over. So this was it, this was the catch. "You want a list?" "No." she folded her arms and let out an impatient sigh. "Tit for tat. Quid pro quo. Tell me the very next thing you want to happen." Ash thought, his mind was taken up with all the images of hard-core porn he had ever watched. He dragged his mind away from his intentions and concentrated on the meaning of her words. "For you to get naked." He almost made a question of it. She grinned, took a step forward and plucked the ten-pound note from between his teeth. "Now you're getting it." Ash stood, breathless and achingly hard, watching her strip down. Jacket, boots, t-shirt over her head revealing those luscious breasts, she kicked off her jeans and raised her arms to show off all those wonderful curves. It was on the tip of his tongue to make the next the next request but she waved the money at him. "I want you to kiss me like you did this morning." He swallowed and closed the distance between them. He couldn't think how he'd kissed her; his mind was blank. He leaned down and placed his mouth on hers, she rose up to meet him and the move rubbed her breast against his chest. His breath shuddered; he put one hand to the back of her head to hold her still whilst he plundered her mouth. His tongue roamed along her teeth, the inside of her cheek, everywhere. Her tongue lapped at him, she suckled at his tongue, drawing a moan from his lips. It took a moment for him to notice that she was pushing the money into his hand. He pushed it back at her. Ash Ch. 03 "Keep it, I want to stick my finger in your cunt, right now." She laughed breathlessly and pushed the money into his hand again. "You keep it. I want you to stick two fingers in my cunt." She shifted her balance, spreading her legs. He could smell the musk of her arousal already. He transferred the crumpled note to his other hand and slid his palm down her flat stomach. Linda arched and rubbed against him, bumping his cock with her hip. He was going to cum if she did that one more time. It was like his very first time all over again. She was slick, hot and so very wet that he could hear his fingers enter her body. He stretched his two fingers wide apart and stroked along the length of her tunnel to be rewarded by her low guttural moan and the feel of her hips surging forward. The air was so rich with her musk that he felt he was drinking her in through his lungs. Drowning in wild wanton woman. When he looked into her eyes they were no longer the bright impish blue of her teasing façade but the rich chestnut of her wolf. Arousal surged through him, riding a tide of masculine pride that he had raised the wolf in her. She looked him square in the eye and bucked her hips in deliberate demand, growling low in her throat with need. He slipped his fingers from her body, watched her eyes widened in frustration and then panic that he might stop. Then he plunged them in deep. Felt her juices coat his knuckles, the back of his hand. Empowered by her arousal he began to pump back and forth, she caught his rhythm and met him stroke for stroke. Blindly she batted at the note still clutched in hand. "Your turn to ask." She gasped. "I want you to cum, here and now." She snatched the money from his hand and rolled her eyes beyond her lids, her lips curving in a libidinous smile. "You. Get. All. The. Good ones." She gasped, her words ending on a low keening groan. Her cunt tightened, squeezing his fingers, contracting so hard that he thought he would scratch her as he continued to pump. It seemed for a second she had stopped breathing, her hand gripped his shoulder, nails biting, her teeth clenched in inward concentration. Ash flicked her clit with the edge of his thumb as he thrust his fingers in deeper and harder than before. She broke. Back arching, rising onto tiptoes, her nails dragging down the length of his spine as she clutched at him to keep upright. There was nobody else there, just him, this was all for him. Ash shuddered as the trail of pre-cum from his cock pooled into the nest of hair covering his balls. His mouth opened to make a demand of her only to see the tenner still gripped between her fingers. He growled, a deep bass that he could feel on his skin. Linda must have felt it to for she whimpered and clenched against his hand. Ash nipped at her shoulder. "Your turn." He growled; frustrated by the rules she had set. Linda opened her eyes, her pupils so dilated that her eyes looked black in the dim light of the cabin. Ash nodded towards her hand holding the money but she frowned in dazed confusion. They opened wider in understanding. "Fuck me." She whispered. Finally. Ash gazed around, choosing a spot; with a feral grin he took his fingers from her cunt, picked her up by her waist and walked her backwards to the breakfast bar. The moment her spine hit the counter she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Hot slick pussy lips slid along his cock, blurring his vision and making his hold on her falter. "This may not last long." Linda fixed him with a devilish grin; she folded the note and pressed it into his mouth. "Then I'll pay for more later." Ash gripped the money in his teeth and nodded. "Good plan." Without ceremony he fisted his cock, propping Linda against the counter so he didn't drop her on the floor, his fingers were sticky with her juices and now his pre cum. He guided his cock to her hole, savouring the slick slide of flesh on flesh before jamming his cock inside her. Balls deep, searing heat sheathing his pulsing organ. What a perfect fit. He held still just marvelling in the hot pulse of his cock and the way it was answered by the wet clamping grip of her inner muscles. He could feel his balls drawing closer to his body, prepped and ready to deliver his cum to the very back of her cunt. Linda whimpered in his arms, her thighs flexed, drawing her cunt painfully tight. Ash spat the ten-pound note onto the counter. "Lean back, I want to taste your tits." Linda arched, thrusting out her chest. Ash had to take half a step back and slide his cock part way from her pussy. The air chilled on his cream-coated cock and balls. The sensation caused his cock to shudder, which drew a desperate moan from Linda's lips. Very slowly Ash lowered his mouth to her breast, one pale brown nipple stood erect beneath his gaze. It pointed up, as though vying for his attentions, and it took all of Ash's control not to bite down on it. His teeth ached with the needed to bite, his nails hardened in their beds to curl into claws and rip. Just for a second those feelings scared him. He paused, breath panting, condensing on the rounded globe of that offered breast. It jiggled delightfully as the she-wolf shivered. Ash dug the point of his tongue to the centre of that hard taut nipple, pressing it back down into the soft cushion of breast tissue, at the same time he angled his hips and thrust upwards. Linda howled. Drawing her knees up to open his access, she arched and bucked as his cock stretched the limit of her tightly clenched cunt. Unleashed he bucked. His hips found a punishing rhythm, every time he pulled his cock from her body her cunt clenched even tighter, making him fight to shove his meat all the way in, which made her contract yet further. It was an endless loop of arousal that could only take so much tension before it broke. Mindlessly Linda swung her arm out, sending the tenner skidding to the floor. "Bite me." Ash faltered, the blood pounding in his ears deadened the sound of her urgent command. He let go her nipple; it slipped from his lips with an audible pop. His teeth ached to obey the command; his brain froze in fear of the consequences. He'd killed one wolf today. Sweat popped out in beads on his forehead. Linda dragged her head up to look at him. Her hair was plastered to her face with sweat, her cheeks flushed bright pink, and in a deep, unladylike snarl she repeated her demand. "Bite me, I'm going to cum on your cock." Desire over rode the indecision. Ash bit down. Their movement had placed his mouth closer to her shoulder so he bit there. He could feel the ball of the joint between his teeth and fought not to shake his head. At the first touch Linda had arched. The movement broke the skin from his hold and blood leached onto his tongue. The combination of violent contractions around his cock and Linda's scream of release snapped the leash on his control. With her flesh between his teeth he slammed his body into his, thrusting again and again. His cock swelled, pulsed, and his balls tried to re-enter his body. He exploded. His entire world melted into fiery liquid heat at the very centre of his body. He froze for half a second, the time it took for his balls to release his cum. Instinct drove him forward, ancient rutting instinct trying to get his seed to fertile soil. He shuddered, deaf and blind to the flailing woman pinned beneath him. Only when his cock had finished pumping did he become aware of the delicious milking sensation of the she-wolf's cunt. It felt like she was trying to suck any residual cum straight from his balls, using his cock like a straw. Holy shit. He'd never known anything like that. Slowly his senses returned. He became aware of the pants and shocked laughter of the she-wolf, once he opened his eyes he could see her propped up on her elbows grinning breathlessly at him, and he could smell the salt laden musk of their sex. It was a victorious scent, unlike the sterile unsatisfied scent of the days before. Bracing himself against the counter, still too shaken to move far, Ash did an inventory of destruction. A couple of jars had been knocked from the counter; salt, pepper and china dust littered the floor by his feet. Linda was still grinning at him, a neat ring of teeth marks decorated her shoulder like a funky tattoo, on each hip sat the bruised imprint of his hands. He swallowed hard at the damage he had done, but Linda was a wolf too and the bruises were already fading to the sickly yellow of an old injury. Her shoulder too was scabbing over and drying. His ran his eyes over her more closely, her nipples were still puckered and firm, between her parted legs Ash could see his cum seeping from her body. The sight caused a wave of territorial possessiveness in him. He had to fight to breathe through it. His hand locked on to the back of a high stool to steady himself. He'd forgotten the nature of their situation. Forgotten that when this was all over, if they lived through it, then she would return to charging money for the fucking they just shared. Ash shoved away from the breakfast bar with a growl. Without looking back he stomped up the stairs to look for the bathroom. He might think clearer when he couldn't smell their sex on his body. Ash Ch. 04 Linda gave a hiss of irritation. The bastard hadn't even let her enjoy her afterglow before running off to sulk again. Pulling herself along the counter she dropped her feet to the floor and stumbled on shaky legs. Her smile was wry, how typical that she had finally found a wolf that could make her knees tremble but who couldn't bear to be in the same room with her. She pulled a face; it could still work out nicely if they stuck to quickies. From somewhere upstairs she heard the whine of a motor starting. Thirty seconds after a mind-blowing orgasm and he was washing her scent away with a shower. She growled; temper clearing her mind and steadying her well used body. She jumped backwards at the soft sound of someone clearing her throat. Skidding backwards she stepped onto the pile of china fragments and the pain had her hopping aside with a squeal. "I'm so sorry." The blonde in the doorway covered her mortified expression with a hand to her mouth. "Let me see." Linda was caught between wanting to run upstairs and tell Ash exactly what she thought of him and staying and being polite to, well to whoever it was standing at the door of their temporary home. "It's nothing." She set her foot down to be reward with a sharp stab of pain. "I'm Sheila. I don't know if Ash told you about me but this used to be my house. Well, my holiday home. Lupus and I needed something larger." She set down a heavy basket filled with provisions and stepped forward with her hand outstretched. Linda eyed that hand for a second. She was naked; evidence of sex still coated her body. Her hair was wet and tangled with sweat and her core was still oozing Ash's cum. Above all that she was not accustomed to being greeted too warmly by women. Hesitantly she placed her palm against the other woman's. "Linda." She said. She dropped the hand as soon as she could. Unashamed of her nakedness but fully aware of the potential awkwardness of the situation. "I'm sorry to have interrupted you." Sheila smiled gently, and then giggled. "I have to tell you how thrilled I am that Ash has found a girl of his own." Linda stood on one foot to examine the sole of the other. "I'm not his. I'm not sure he'd want to keep me if I was." She looked into the stunned expression of the other woman. Now that her nerves had settled a little she could scent the other woman's skin. "You're a wolf." Sheila nodded happily. "I am indeed." "I never met another wolf girl." "Me either." Sheila gestured to the injured foot. "Let me take a look before you fall over." Linda hopped up onto a long legged stool at the breakfast bar. Uncomfortable with the strange situation, she eyed the ceiling irritably, Ash could at least have had the decency to visit with his friend even if he couldn't bring himself to be polite to the woman he had just fucked. Senseless, he had most definitely fucked her senseless. "How is Ash anyway? We haven't heard a word from him in two years." Linda blinked. Two years was the time limit since Ash had last had sex; she wondered at the connection. It didn't disturb her that he may have fucked the woman before her; it was two years ago, the two of them could obviously keep their hands off each other quite successfully. "Was he an asshole then?" Linda asked dryly. Sheila looked up at her in surprise just as she tugged the sharp splinter from the Linda's foot. "I wouldn't have called him that. I'd have said he was young and confused." "It amounts to the same thing really. It just means you have better manners." Linda eyed the woman shrewdly. "Do you still want to fuck him?" She held her hands up against Sheila's gasp of surprise. "I only ask cos I'll piss off if I'm in your way." Sheila bit her lip, her eyes wandered down Linda's body for a second. "I only wanted to check he was okay. I owe him a great deal you see. I don't want to take Ash from you at all. Though I could earn some serious favour with my husband over a foursome." Linda's eyes bugged in shock. Of all the things that Sheila might have said that had to be the last she'd expected. Her reaction must have been clearly written on her face for Sheila immediately rushed to cover the awkwardness. "I'm so sorry. I can't believe I just said that." The blonde covered her mouth with her hand. "Honey, after Ash it's nice to meet someone who says what they are thinking." Sheila waved the words away. "Honestly, I have spent too much time alone with Lupus and I have forgotten that the rest of the world doesn't revolve around sex." Linda glanced up at the ceiling once more, a plan forming in her mind. "Does Ash love you?" "Good God no." Gasped Sheila. "At least I truly hope not." Linda smiled warmly. "Then let's cook up a little scenario that might rock the boat for Ash and..." "Lupus." The blonde prompted excitedly. "Yeah, him too." She frowned. "I've really not considered sex with another girl before." Sheila smiled conspiratorially at her. "Then let's decide our boundaries to our mutual satisfaction. Linda shook her head. It was inconceivable that in the space of four hours two people had asked her sexual preferences when she couldn't remember anyone else in her life doing so. She hadn't actually enjoyed her only sexual experience with a girl but the short conversation with Sheila had kindled new desire in her. Her last experience, only experience, with another woman had been bought and paid for by a man Linda had disliked anyway. It was before she had been turned, when her fresh-faced innocence had been losing its appeal amongst the rich perverts that visited the high-end sex clubs she had discovered. She'd seen two other girls shake their heads at the maitre d's discreet requests but she hadn't earned much money in the last few weeks and Linda had been mentally discussing broadening her horizons with the work she could do. A little light bondage and punishment. Put like that it sounded like easy money. However, Mr Dane had a reputation throughout the club as being someone to avoid. Girl's seemed to need to take time off after an evening with him. Linda had been on the scene for about six months. Her newness had worn off, her hard earned experience less appealing to the clientele who prized the nervy young first-timers. She was beginning to understand why she'd had so many dirty looks from the girls when she had first arrived now. Everybody liked fresh meat best. She'd renegotiated the price. A little light bondage might be okay from anyone else but not Mr Dane. Within minutes of naming a price three times the offer she was being shown into one of the side rooms. Inside there was girl stretched across a rack. Her back striped with raised welts from a recent whipping. Her head hung down, limp and exhausted, Linda could see weights attached to the large-toothed clamps on her enormous nipples. "Ah, new girl. My bitch doesn't believe she is a whore. We're going to teach her otherwise." Linda had stumbled in her surprise. She looked from the girl, the bleach blonde hair the signature of one of the latest arrivals, to the man. "If she doesn't like it then I'll go." Linda had said with more strength than she had felt. The second slap to the face had changed her mind if the first one hadn't already. She hadn't been able to heal the wounds as quickly as she could now that she was a wolf and she had known that she would not be working again for a few days. She tried to renegotiate her fee upwards but that simply earned her another slap. Her cheek throbbed. She had hated herself but she had agreed. The girl, Beth, had been gagged; a hideous black ball bulged from between her lips making her look like a macabre suckling pig to be served to the men surrounding her. In the room stood Mr Dane and four of his security men. Linda hadn't believed he could need that much protection inside the club. She had been right. Mr Dane had orchestrated a torturous punishment for Beth. She had professed to not liking anal and not liking girls. Linda's involvement began with the girl being made to lick out her cunt whilst being brutally fucked up the arse by one of Mr Dane's men. Linda had sat, legs spread wide in a chair, looking down on the girl. Fully able to see that obscenely swollen cock burrowing into the girl's tiny arsehole. It seemed to take forever for the man prise it inside. Beth was a pretty nineteen-year-old, full of ideas as to what she was going to spend her easily earned cash on when last Linda had seen her. Now she had a black eye and a cut lip, which must have stung when her face rubbed into Linda's pussy. It had broken something inside her to be used as a tool to punish someone else and Linda had sworn to work alone ever since. Hopefully, Sheila might exorcise some demons for her. Ash stood in the shower until the water was cold. The house was small and the water tank was sized accordingly. It was cowardly to hide in there but he didn't care. If he went back out there he was going to want to fuck Linda all over again. If he did that then he would go mad when she returned to selling her body. He was going to want to rip the throat out of every man that touched her, and he'd already caused enough trouble like that. What made him truly sick to his stomach was that he wanted to fuck her just like the two goons had done. He wanted to hear her whimper and gasp whilst he rammed his cock mercilessly into every hole she had. He didn't want to hurt her but those noises excited his wolf so badly he feared that he might. Ash punched the tiled wall. Hard enough that dust rattled into the bottom of the tub. He put his bleeding knuckle to his mouth and sucked the blood from it. The door swung open. It hit the wall and began to swing back but Linda pushed it out of her way. Ash gazed at her in shock. One hand in his mouth, the other wrapped around his cock. "That's enough." Yelled Linda. "You've been sulking up here for an hour now and it's pissing me off." Ash goggled at her. She was five foot two of spitting madwoman and if it hadn't been fully directed at him he might have actually enjoyed the sight. "What the hell do you think..?" He bristled at the tone since it was aimed at him. "I don't think; I know." She snapped. "I sold my virginity for a thousand pounds; it was a good deal at the time but it's too late to buy it back for you now." Ash's head swam, he tried to follow what she was talking about but he'd be damned if he could make any sense of it. His mouth dropped open to retort only to find that she cut him off again. "I can't help you if you want some demure long legged blonde in your bed but if you want to cum till your balls desiccate then I'm your girl." She glared up at him as though daring him to say different. "Woman you are mad. Completely, totally insane." Ash growled, reacting merely to her tone since he didn't understand the content. His wolf bristled at being verbally shoved around. "I don't know what the hell you are talking about." "Yes you do." She snapped. Lunging forward to jab a sharp fingernail into his ribs. He had a height advantage on her anyway but the raised level of the bath meant that, fortunately, she couldn't reach his face with those talons. He stood transfixed unsure what to do in the face of such temper. His wolf was torn between snapping at her and making her go away or whimpering and getting out of the danger zone. "You can't stand it that another cock's been before you. That I made money from it seems to burn your gut." Linda threw her hands in the air and turned a frustrated circle in the small room. Ash leapt from the tub, his wolf growling a warning that she was too dense to see for herself. "I don't give a shit how many cocks have been before me." He snarled, pushing his face into hers. "I don't care if you've fucked a football team in one sitting. But I can't stand the thought of another cock in you from here on." Linda blinked at him. Ash froze and simply stared at her. How had she managed to get him to say that out loud? He'd known her less than twenty-four hours; he couldn't be demanding sole possession of her body in that short time. "Oh." Was all she said. Then she turned and walked away. Ash stalked after her, embarrassment at his confession fuelling the temper she had roused. When he caught up to her in the hall he grabbed her arm and spun her round. "What the hell does 'oh' mean?" She licked her lips and looked down at the floor. "It means I was wrong. Partly. Not wholly, just partly." "Don't you apologise when you're wrong?" She blinked at him and stammered insensibly but he talked over her. "You want to know what my problem is? I'll tell you." He was on a roll; a truck couldn't pull him back now. "I just found a girl I could screw forever and now I have to share her with anyone who waves some cash. That pisses me off. It pisses me off that no sooner have I filled your cunt with cum then I'm hard and wanting to do it all over again. And what I want to do to you isn't pretty." Ash watched her pale skin turn white and then pink. Hating that he had admitted what he'd been trying to deny in his head Ash made a fist. For the want of something to take it out on he punched his hand to the wall above her head. Linda shrieked and ducked. The sound of her yelp brought the blood to his cock faster than if she'd yelled 'take me now, big boy'. Not trusting himself to be this close to her when they were still both naked he turned away towards the bedroom with an unearthly snarl. Linda's heart was racing. She couldn't be blamed for thinking that he had been about to punch her. It had happened so fast that all she could do was react. That she had squealed like some prissy little bitch really pissed her off. She was a wolf goddammit and she could rip his head off with her bare hands. He hadn't hit her but that didn't excuse her pathetic response. She watched his butt as he walked away from her; the tense set of his shoulders a clear warning that she should leave him to simmer down. She stalked after him. Her mouth was already loading the next line of her assault. He was walking fast but she lined up her shot and kicked one firm buttock, hard enough that he stumbled forward. The unexpected violence snapped his chokehold on his wolf, just like she knew it would. He whipped around, his eyes already the colour of his beast, they glared at her daringly. His nostrils flared, and his lip curled back to display his neat white human teeth. Linda adjusted her stance, bare feet braced wide apart, knees slightly bent, ready to attack or defend; whichever became necessary. "So what's so bloody wrong about wanting to fuck me?" Ash sneered, irritation and reluctance evident in expression but she'd goaded him too much. "Not now Linda." "Yes now Ash." She hissed back. The same animal that drove him to react lived inside her but life had taught her to confront issues head on and not to dismiss them with the hope they may dissolve when she wasn't looking. "Are you deciding for me? I thought you wanted to know what kind of sex I wanted." Ash frowned, deep furrows tracked his tanned brow, and then she knew what was wrong. In the sheltered world of the sex clubs, if that wasn't an oxymoron in itself, there had been a go between. Someone to move from the client to the girl to explain the nature of the deal involved. Ash bore the very expression of a man who wanted something and didn't know how to ask for it. He was weighing up the risk of getting what he wanted, maybe for the first time ever, and possibly being heckled for his 'perversion'. Linda took a step back, just a fractional move to lessen the challenge in her stance. Now that she was aware of the reason for Ash's conflicting behaviour she felt a tiny tremor of power. She was in no doubt that whatever flavour of fucking he was craving she could provide it. It may not be exactly her taste but the sheer fact he had aroused desire in her made her want to give him something in return. There were only a couple of hours before Sheila would return with her mate; there was not the time to set up anything elaborate now but curiosity had her licking her lips. She was still naked from their sex earlier, Ash from his shower, her lips curved as her heavy breasts tightened with a new wave of arousal. Linda caught the flare of Ash's nostrils, knowing that he would be rolling the scent of her musk along his senses. Sure enough when she gazed down his body his cock was stirring, thickening. Her pulse skipped. Her pussy was already lubricating the way for that very cock to enter her body. The memory of his teeth on her breasts whilst his body thrusts deep into her cunt made it harder to breath, like the air had thickened with the onset of desire. When she finally raised her eyes to his it was Ash's wolf that looked back at her. The rich brown of his animal overshadowed his pale blue eyes. His nose flared to better catch her scent. "What are you doing?" Ash asked, his eyes were wide, almost unnerved by the sudden surge of arousal between the two of them. "Remembering you cock in my cunt." Linda's voice was low; she added a purr to the end of the sentence, smiled when she watched its effect on him. His cock bobbed, a muscle in his thigh jumped like he was reliving pumping it inside her. "You were going to tell me what sex you preferred. Tell me now." Linda took a step towards him, closing the distance enough that if she inhaled deeply their bodies would touch. Until then the fact that they didn't was like an all over itch, incessant in its awareness. "In the wild the she-wolf lets only the strongest males fuck her." Linda breathed in the heat of his body, the scent making her eyes flutter. "He who can make her submit gets free reign on her body." "Free reign?" Ash swallowed and she watched his eyes dim as he scoured the pictures in his mind for what that might entail. "What if she doesn't like what he wants?" Linda shivered with delight. "That's the risk, it's all part of it. To be overpowered, at the whim of another, that's extremely arousing don't you think?" With a growl Ash snatched her to him, his arm snaking around her hips and dragging her body to his. "Not my idea of fun, but I like it the other way round." Linda feigned a pout; she leaned, rubbing herself fully against him. "Sounds like we're a good match then. You want to dominate someone and I want the chance to submit." She grinned, watching his smile spread. Ash growled, low in his throat. His palm tightened on her hip and he levered her off her feet, moving her with him until her back touched the wall. She stood there watching him, her heart pounding in her chest and the fact that she knew he could hear it turned her on even more. When he took her wrists in one hand and held them above her head she thrusts her hips out, grinding her bald pussy in the air. Emboldened by her reaction Ash cupped her sex with his palm, mashing her sensitive mound with its heel. Linda gasped, her clit aching for his touch, still he ground his hand against the area. She strained forward, delighting in the way he tensed his grip, holding her there. She was a werewolf and he was besting her. It was simply delicious. Ash looked down at her, his breath heavy in his chest as he watched her eyes roll and turn wolf before him. She wasn't lying; she really meant it when she said wanted to be forced to submit. A skitter of hope flitted in his mind and he wondered if he could push her towards his darkest fantasy. His cock strained towards her pussy, he could smell it, feel the wetness coating his palm. It spurred him to nudge her knees apart by thrusting his thigh between them. He wanted to plunge in deep, bury himself that hot wet cunt but if he did he would cum before she'd barely started to breathe hard. Ash Ch. 04 Slowly he lowered his head. His eyes on hers as took one hard jutting nipple between his teeth and pulled. Lightly at first, but at her gasp of delight he tugged harder, stretched that full heavy breast to an exaggerated point. She squirmed in his hold, not to escape but to rub against him, to increase the skin contact between them. Her frustration tightened his balls. After so long of having to be careful with the few women he had fucked Ash could finally let go. The nails on his fingers hardened and grew to the claws of his beast. He dragged one across her clit and watched her pussy chase his finger for more. Need filled him, not just his own but Linda's desire for him. She was glaring up at him demanding more, whimpering softly with frustration. That small sound snapped his restraint. Without warning he thrust two claw-tipped fingers into her cunt, hard enough that for a moment he lifted her feet from the floor. The thick hard claws scraped along her walls, he could feel her muscles clutching at him. His eyes widened at her reaction, he'd known women to say how liked a little rough and tumble but then back out if you held them too tight, it had been a long time since a woman had shuddered for his touch. Linda wasn't just enjoying herself she was demanding yet more. Her body squirmed, back arching to rub those wonderful breasts against him, hips nudging his hand grinding her clit to his wrist. With a growl Ash kicked her feet wider apart, he had to bend his knees to press his cock to her cunt but when her eyes widened in surprise he no longer cared about the awkwardness of the position. The rounded head of his cock twitched against the moist lips of her pussy, his fingers buried as deep as they could reach. Her hole was too tight for his cock and his fingers but he rubbed and thrust against her until she shook with arousal. Her eyes rolled up into head and he took full advantage of the distraction. He thrust. Upwards, using all the muscles in his legs. Her body gave way and he forced himself inside, feeling the knuckles of his fingers against the thick meat of his swollen cock. Her cunt so very tight with such an invasion that he had to hold himself still to let his desire ebb. Linda had other ideas, she ground her hips, her nails bit into the hand that held her arms pinned, they drew neat tracks wherever they touched. To have her respond with such force was a catalyst, he flexed his immersed fingers, feeling the reply in both her cunt walls and in the throbbing flex of his cock. Linda growled her impatience, lips pulled back and teeth displayed. Ash chuckled, low and teasing, he didn't move except to flex his cock. She contracted tightly around him; it felt like a fist clutching him. Linda snapped; her teeth clicked together, latching onto nothing but air. It was threat enough to have Ash lean back, taking his face away from her teeth. Remembering her plea for him to bite her earlier, and the resulting orgasm, Ash tilted his head and nipped just beneath her bicep, the muscle quivered and she gasped. With a growl he nipped again, this time at the side of her breast. Linda strained as far forward as she could her breathing ragged, her body shuddering. The next time when Ash bit he opened his mouth and took as much of the breast in as he could manage. The soft flesh giving way beneath his teeth, remoulding its shape under the pressure. Linda squealed and bucked. When he only bit down harder she cried out. She arched, grinding her hips against him, growling fervent wordless demands as her body contracted and shuddered. Her moisture spilled over Ash's balls, the contractions fisted his cock, as surely as if she'd used her hand to jerk him off. He couldn't remember his control being so tenuous ever before. His balls ached with the need to thrust deep and fill her with his cum. He wanted to, wanted to jam his cock as deep as he could reach. His hips jerked, causing a rewarding shudder and a sigh from the she-wolf. She raised her head and smiled hazily at him. Satisfaction drew a very un-wolf-like purr from her. Pride swelled his chest, just the knowledge that he'd put that look in her eye. It was no good, he needed to fuck and this was not the best angle. He couldn't bury himself in her like he ached to do. Snarling Ash pulled out from her, the loss making her whimper and thrust her hips out to keep him inside. He pushed against her wrists; her head snapped up to watch him with new found concentration. When he had her attention he held his cum-soaked fingers to his mouth and sucked them. The salt musk of her body made his mouth water but it was the unleashed passion of her reaction that made him make a show of sucking every last drop from his fingers. She strained against him, whimpered, moaned. She even walked her feet up his calves to try and regain the deeper contact. Her teeth gnashed when all attempts failed. His cock throbbed with need; if he didn't fuck her soon he was going to cum across her belly like a teenager. Clutching her wrists together he pulled her from the wall, she stumbled and rather than help her up he guided her down. She hesitated when she reached her knees, licking at the tip of is hardness but he stepped out of reach and pushed her further down. He switched grips on her wrists, holding them high above her shoulders, pushing her down until her cheek touched the smooth wood of the floor. It was the position of ultimate submission. Head and shoulders touching the floor, her hips and arse raised high in the air. Ash considered sliding into the tight puckered hole of her arse but it was her wetness he wanted. He needed to feel her arousal as he ploughed her body. If he had any doubts as to her collusion in this rough play then the silky wet folds of her cunt erased them. He watched her nether lips part, the hairlessness emphasising the slickened state. Ash indulged himself, sliding his cock along her folds, nudging her clit with his bulbous tip. It had been a very long time since anyone had been that ready for him. Bent low before him Linda moaned softly, undulating her hips and trying to draw his cock back to business. He slapped his palm to the cheek of her bottom, smiling to himself as the rounded flesh jiggled with the force. Her surprised hiss goaded him and he let loose another two slaps. Linda stretched her arms out before her, straining to raise her arse higher into the air, the skin pink and hot from his hands. Ash licked his lips as he studied his handiwork; he gave an involuntary grunt of approval. Linda growled, Ash looked up to watch her; she dragged her nails along the polished wood floor and gouged long deep tracks into the hardwood. She glared at him from over her shoulder and from within her hair grew two triangular ears, their silver grey fur a startling contrast to her deep red hair. He hadn't thought he could get any harder but his cock leapt at the evidence of her loss of control. She snarled a warning; her she-wolf was challenging him to assert his dominance. Ash growled in return. His palm slapped at her arse with a resounding smack, harder and louder than the earlier playful taps. As he watched her body jump in shock he snatched a handful of hair, twisted his wrist and pushed her cheek back to the floor. When he heard her chuff in submission he rolled his cock along her entrance, rubbing the hard ridge of her pubic bone until he felt the flesh soften beneath him. Poised over her hole he nudged just hard to stretched her muscles open, forcing them with the swollen rounded tip, tightening his fingers in her hair he held himself there. Just rocking ever so slightly, stretching her to accept his cock and never quite entering, never quite withdrawing. Her gasp was a human sound, pitiful and pleading, not the demanding sound of her she-wolf. Ash plunged forwards. His body was engulfed in a hot wet embrace like no other. Linda tried to rear up with the powerful thrust but he kept her pinned, his fist tight to the back of her neck. He would have liked to draw out the moment, to savour it, but his body took over and he began to thrust like he'd never been able to before. Before he had always had to hold back from a bed partner, to keep a tight reign on his body and his wolf-soul. Not now. Now he fuck with true abandon and his body thrilled with the knowledge. Linda screeched beneath him, her cunt clenching tight like a vice as her climax hit hard. Her convulsing muscles were the last straw for Ash's cock, it swelled and twitched, fighting her cunt's chokehold but not for long. His entire body stiffened, arms locking, muscles straining, his cock pumping his boiling cum into her body, he swore he went blind from the effort. Satisfaction drew Linda's mouth into a broad smile; sappy would be a definition if she had been able to see herself. Ash's softening cock was still twitching inside her, his body heavily draped across her back. She revelled in the feel of his sweat-slicked body loose-limbed and sated against hers. She had never felt such bliss, her body at once at peace and yet tingling with the aftershocks of complete satisfaction. She would have laughed aloud with happiness had she been able to draw in enough breath to do so. Just for a second her heart was confined too tightly inside her chest, the knowledge that this wild abandoned loving would not last beyond the refuge of the cabin. That when Ash discovered what lay out there he would resurrect his hastily torn down barriers. The fact that it would now hurt them both in equal measure was a less than comfortable burden. Hazily she gazed down the length of his body, gasping in delight at the sight of a sleek grey tail erupting from above her lover's buttocks. Ash didn't move, seemingly content to bask in the feel of their bodies still loosely joined, but his feigned growl set his tail to wagging and that made her giggle at the sheer wonder of the moment. "Come on soldier, we need to eat if we're gong to keep this up." Ash grumbled into her neck. "I am going to cook, I hope you are prepared to be dazzled." "You cook?" He rose up on his elbow to look at her. Linda gave as much of a shrug as she could manage still trapped beneath him. She gave him a playful shove. "I'm making my all time speciality just for you." Ash rolled to a sitting position and dutifully asked the nature of that speciality. "Re-heated leftovers." She felt his eyes on her as she skipped down the stairs towards the kitchen, leaving him to figure out how she was cooking leftovers when they hadn't even got food to his knowledge. Whatever it was in the casserole dish that Sheila had brought with her was never going to make her mouth water as much as the suspicious young wolf upstairs. Ash Ch. 05 Linda and Sheila shared a look, wondering if they had made a terrible mistake. Hunter may have been willing to share his woman with Ash two years ago but, at that time, he had wanted something from the other wolf. He didn't appear to want much now, unless it was for these new wolves to get out of his territory. Linda was a she-wolf; she could cross numerous territories without thought or permission. In fact, considering the rarity of a female wolf, it was likely that she would be welcomed or even invited. Ash, however, was not. What Linda found most interesting was that, unlike Ash, Hunter had been fully prepped for the evening. That meant that either Hunter, Linda couldn't quite bring herself connect his first name to the intimidating figure before her, was either unhappy about the two she-wolves' plans or he was extremely pissed off to have another male in his territory. Linda didn't know him well enough to make a guess but if they didn't break the tension soon the evening was going to a short one. Possibly a violent one too. Sheila rolled her eyes conspiratorially at her new girlfriend. To Linda's surprise the blonde slapped the towering man on the bicep. "Play nice." She snapped. Hunter grunted in surprise. "I am being nice." He rolled his shoulders as if surprised to find tension there. "No, you are glaring." Hunter made a chuffing sound, somewhere between a snort and a sigh, which made Linda want to laugh. The big bad wolf being chastised by the demure looking blonde. Linda wasn't convinced that Sheila was all that demure; she may have looked like an angel but the mind behind that pretty face had conjured up plans that had made Linda blush. Hunter was, indeed; still glaring but it was Ash that broke the tension. He stepped forward with his hand outstretched. A human gesture but his lowered eyes and sloped shoulders held just enough submission to settle Hunter into the Alpha position in the room. It wasn't weakness; it was respect. They were on the wolf's territory. "Thank you for allowing us to use your place." Sheila smiled, gazing up at Hunter in an I-told-you-so type way. "Ash we owe you so much that you are always welcome here." She placed her hand on the younger man's arm, a move that curled the lip of her lover. "We can never repay you for what you gave us." The nudge she gave Hunter was overt and she waved her palm from him to Ash, waiting for him to back up her words. He chuffed once more. It sounded more like a snort this time but Linda couldn't tell if it was directed at Sheila's behaviour or her words. "You are welcome here." Stiffly the older wolf handed Ash a bottle of red wine, a peace making gesture or simply a move to guide the evening beyond the awkward formalities of introductions. For all of the gruff talk Linda found that she liked Hunter. He didn't gaze at Sheila with puppy eyes nor pander to her teasing but he was wholly attentive to her. Even whilst questioning Ash on the new life he had made in the city, Linda could tell he was struggling to keep the details of his brush with the pack out of the tale, he passed the salt to Sheila without her asking for it, he topped up her glass before anyone else's and casually stroked her hand without breaking his attention from the new couple. As the evening progressed the four relaxed further, to Linda the reduction of physical tension seemed to increase the sexual awareness in the room. Sheila seemed to feel the same for she was shifting uncomfortably in her seat, her nipples jutting through the thin fabric of her shift dress. Her eyes wandering over the other three like she was selecting a favoured dessert. The growing anticipation was catching and Linda set her knife and fork down despite only having eaten half of her meal. Sheila smiled. "Having Ash here again reminded me of when Hunter and I first met." She licked her lips. "Linda, how do you fancy a little game of chase?" Linda blinked at the unexpected question. She had been planning on simply clearing the table and getting down to the business of fucking. She wanted to see the two men's reaction to watching Sheila bury her face into her pussy. She might have had two bouts of great sex today but they'd been hard and fast and she was feeling the need for a lot more attention. "Why would I run?" She asked blankly. Unable to comprehend a reason for evading the fucking she was wanting. Sheila giggled. "So that we can chase you, catch you and... overpower you." Linda considered the idea. It didn't take long for her imagination to catch up with the other woman's. A little reluctance, a little force, a little domination, Linda looked around the table to see all eyes on her. She wasn't used to feeling like the rabbit amidst the predators. Usually she was the one in control, negotiating her terms of payment and behaviour for a clinical exchange of services. A hundred pounds to use this hole, a hundred and fifty to use that one, two hundred to have your mate join in. It might have been disconcerting to have the two men and Sheila look at her like that had she and Sheila not fully worked out their boundaries before hand. "All of you against me?" "Against, on top of, beneath, inside..." Sheila grinned lasciviously. Linda looked to Ash who appeared to be about to drown in his own drool. She really liked having put that look into his eyes. She stood up slowly, smiling at the way his eyes dropped to her chest; it felt almost like her nipples were straining forward for his touch. Linda leaned towards him, revealing more of those breasts he was busy ogling. "You're sure you're okay with sharing?" His eyes jerked upwards to hers and she thrilled at the way he had to swallow his own spit before he could speak. "I am happy to fuck you whatever way you like." She licked her lips and smiled. "Then remind me to repay the favour soon." She looked over her shoulder. Sheila was eyeing her legs with a curiosity that seemed wholly absorbing but Hunter was fixed on watching his woman. He sat straighter in his chair, if she hadn't been able to see the tented fabric of his crotch she would have sworn that he was disinterested in the arrangements being made. He was interested all right, but he was interested in the effect this was having on Sheila. "Five minutes head start." Sheila murmured softly. "Starting now?" Linda asked. "Starting ten seconds ago, 11, 12, 13." She tipped her head left and right in time to her counting. Ash watched Linda's chair tip back and hit the floor as though in slow motion. The noise it made was almost too distant to hear over the ringing in his ears. She was amazing. Ash glanced at Sheila, two years ago he had thought he would never find a woman as hot as her but now he realised that he had. More so, to his mind, she'd practically asked his permission to continue with the hot little scheme she and Sheila had cooked up. A few hours ago he'd declared he couldn't bear to think of another man's cock in her cunt; now he could barely contain his need to see her get fucked by Hunter of all people. "You're sure about this?" Ash jerked from his thoughts at Hunter's growl. He grinned at the bigger man and shrugged his 'good old boy' shrug. "What can you do with a woman that hot? Looks like I need some help to wear her out." "We'll do our best for you." Hunter patted his shoulder as though sympathising with him over his demanding woman. Ash was amazed to see the genuine humour in the guy. Who'd have guessed that the Hunter could almost be his friend? He shook his head in disbelief at his change in fortune, following Hunter's lead he began to strip off. Unashamedly he watched when Sheila wrapped her arms around the other man's neck and kissed him deeply, rolling her body against his like a wave lapping at the hull of a boat. Knowing that Linda was out there, running through the woods, merely delaying the moment when all three of them got their hands on her, tightened Ash's cock. He truly hoped that he didn't fall over out there because he would be in serious danger of breaking his cock in half. He could smell the desire on the other two, Hunter's cock was as hard as his own and Sheila smelled enticingly of desire and anticipation. "Let's go." Sheila murmured. Ash had never known a track be so clear in his nose. It was as if Linda had stomped pure pheromone into the dry dusty soil. All three of them had set off together but within a few minutes of leisurely jogging through the trees Sheila had pointed to her right and muttered about heading her off. He hadn't thought beyond following Linda's trail, of course Hunter and Sheila knew the woods well enough to second guess where the she-wolf might go. Shortly after that Linda's scent flared strong enough that Ash thought they had already found her. Disappointment warred with desire. Hunter paused, sniffing deeply at the air before chuffing his amusement. A large fallen tree was set back from the path; Ash had noticed it when they'd arrived at the cabin, growing from it was an erect wooden cock. He stumbled to a halt. It took a moment for his sex-fogged brain to realise that somebody, possibly quite close to him, had carved a cock from a conveniently placed branch. Judging from the soft sheen of moisture on the pale wood Linda had thoughtfully sat upon that very carving to leave her scent for them. He risked a glance at the man beside him; from his expression Ash would have to guess that Hunter had some very pleasant memories of that carving. Linda's trail lead to a stream, a small fast flowing strip of water fed by a waterfall, there it disappeared. Ash had had little practice at tracking. Usually if he'd noted the scent of somebody in the area then he simply went in the other direction. He stood staring at the stream, only the scent of freshly oxygenated air in his nostrils. Hunter charged through it, wading up to his knees before stepping on to the opposite bank. A whistle sounded, faint and tuneless, from back within the woods, Hunter gave an answering whistle and waved for Ash to follow. Sheila gestured wildly towards the path ahead before scrambling up a steep bank. Ash watched her bare legs slither through the undergrowth wondering what she was planning. He forgot her almost before her bare toes disappeared, Linda was up ahead, not only was his nose stinging with the scent of her sex but whenever the track straightened out he could catch a flash of bare leg or simply hear the rustle of her dress against her body. He'd spent so long resenting his physical need to hunt down creatures when in wolf form that Ash had never known the exhilaration of the chase. The way his heart beat strong and fast in the centre of his chest, the tightening of his stomach muscles as his body moved with deadly precision after its prey. That he would be rewarded with sex and not blood this time set his senses free. He could taste Linda's arousal, scent the fear-tinged anticipation that laced her sweat, and all of it mixed with the rich aroma of the forest around them. Warm dry earth, softening leaves, and the heat of the day still trapped beneath the canopy. With a fresh surge of adrenaline Ash sped up. And ran chest first into Hunter's outstretched arm. His feet flew out from underneath him and he landed ingloriously on his bare arse. Dust and debris stuck to his sweat coated skin. With a gruff growl he looked up at the man, still standing stock still with his arm out to hold Ash back like he'd never noticed the wolf plough into him. Up ahead he could clearly see Linda, head down, charging along the track. At Hunter's fractional tilt of his finger Ash looked up to see Sheila running parallel to the woman ten feet up. The bank that she had climbed edged the worn track and she now stalked the woman from above. Linda slowed, checked over her shoulder. She never saw Hunter and Ash watching her fruitless escape because Sheila chose that moment to leap. Arms outstretched, toes pointed in a deadly dive. Being a werewolf had some advantages, without that extra strength and healing Ash would have been worried about Linda being injured. Instead, he merely watched with breathless awe as Sheila hooked the other woman about the shoulders and pulled her off her feet. The two of them went tumbling off the track. He could hear the undergrowth rustling and snapping as they rolled over and over down the bank. Their voices merged as they both shrieked and hissed at the shrubbery that slapped at them. Hunter was already leaping after them whilst Ash got to his feet and dusted the grime off his arse. Maybe he'd been in the city too long. Sheila had Linda pinned. She sat astride the redhead, leaning forward to hold her arms down. Both were panting from the run and then the fall. Ash was mesmerised at the sight of them, Linda wearing a short shift dress that had risen to her hips with the tussle, Sheila wearing only a faint sheen of sweat, her bare breasts swaying in the moonlight. Linda's were still covered by the dress but he could clearly see the swollen mounds jiggling as she fought to break free. Ash's pulsed moved from his chest to his cock; it was a fair guess to say it was sharing space with his brain too. He was transfixed by the two women. He'd seen enough porn in his life to respond to the sight immediately, his cock ached and his balls tightened in readiness, but for the first time this was actually happening before him. This time it wouldn't be his left hand that made him cum, he was going to cum inside the struggling redhead. "Hold her arms." Sheila panted. Hunter waved Ash forward. He immediately recognised the offer as one of necessary courtesy, if Ash's wolf rose further to the surface whilst another man held down his woman the scene was likely to move onto fighting and not fucking. For the first time Ash accepted that his wolf considered Linda to be his. His human head hadn't rationalised the situation yet but his wolf was convinced. It unnerved him to have two sets of responses to a scenario, he was becoming more used to it but it didn't make it any less confusing. Ash stood over the two women as he breathed hard and tamped down his wolf's need to take. Ignoring the instinct to rut indiscriminately Ash bent down and took Linda's wrists in his hand. With one hand he lifted her, she went limp, allowing him to set her on her knees, her body pulled tightly to his. Her shoulders to his stomach, his cock an insistent ridge against her spine. Sheila scrambled to her knees, she grinned up at Ash, glanced over her shoulder towards Hunter before raking her nails across Linda's chest. Four welts rose in their wake. From her sternum almost to her nipple. Her body jerked against Ash in shock, then went limp once more with the wash of desire that scented the air. Sheila ripped the strap of the dress in the same move, exposing hard tipped nipple to the air. Without warning she pulled her hand back and slapped at the exposed breast. Linda gasped and shuddered, her head rolling back, hair brushing Ash's stomach. His stomach muscles tensed. For a second he had an urge to shove Sheila away from Linda, now he knew for sure why Hunter had declined to be the one holding her still. His wolf could not have borne to watch the two of them abusing her so. He looked down at Linda's upturned face; her eyes were rolling in her head, a rapturous smile stretching her mouth. When Sheila bent down low to take the woman's nipple in her mouth Linda moaned, her hips thrust out in demand. She was not as unfazed by Sheila's actions as he was. Reassured, Ash settled back to enjoy the show. Sheila's blonde hair covered her face but he could look down the line of her body, he could see her mouth stretched around Linda's heavy breast, watch her suckle and then pull back to stretch that heavy mound to a taut peak, he could see her own breasts mashing against Linda's body as she rubbed and rocked against her. She moved back to slap at Linda's jutting breasts. She hit the sides square on, first the left and then the right, the unmistakeable sound of flesh hitting flesh sending a jolt through the air. Ash felt Linda recoil and then strain forward, as though the pain was to be avoided but the after-effect was delicious. His cocked tightened, he was grinding it into the ridge of Linda's spine, her skin growing slick with his pre-cum. Sheila sat back on her heels; she slid her palms between Linda's thighs and prised them open, making the woman sink lower against his body. When she was sufficiently exposed Sheila ran her hand up the inside of her thigh, she gave short tiny slaps on the soft skin of her inner thighs, making Linda squirm and moan. Ash saw her forearm flex a second before she shoved her fingers deep into Linda's cunt. The slick welcome was audible in the clearing. The wet liquid slide of flesh within flesh. Linda arched her back, thrusting her hips to Sheila's fingers, whimpering for more. Ash refreshed his grip on her wrists, it seemed he was supporting up rather than restraining her. Linda's entire body tensed against his, it seemed even her breathing had stopped, the silence was broken by her ragged moan and then she was shuddering. Shaking and trembling in her climax. Sheila gave a delighted laugh, holding her hand out behind her to draw Hunter into the mix. He eyed Ash cautiously as he stepped up, his thick cock bobbing, gently oozing with sticky pre cum. His eyes dropped back to Sheila as soon as Ash nodded his acceptance to the other man. He couldn't blame him, the blonde made for a glorious sight, scrabbling to her knees to bury her face into Linda's shaven pussy. Whilst Linda writhed against her living bonds Hunter painted her lips with his cock. His earthy salt musk almost overriding the sweeter scent of the two women. From his height advantage Ash watched Linda's tongue dart out to lap at the mushroomed head painting her mouth with sticky lubricant. It was too much; his knees shook with the need to bury himself within her body. Hunter eyed him when he growled his impatience and he signalled to take over the task of restraining Linda's wrists. With his hands spanning her ribs Ash dropped to his knees. His turgid cock slid between her legs, her own arousal mixed with Sheila's attentive tongue had coated her cunt and thighs with moisture. Both women moaned at the arrival of thick hard cock. Sheila's tongue immediately lapped at him, pressing the throbbing length of it to Linda's sensitised pussy. Ash gripped Linda's ribs with hands that sprouted the hard jutting claws of his wolf. His vision blurred as he fought for control, not just trying to prevent his cock from erupting before entry but to hold onto the wolf within him that struggled to break through his very skin. Sheila was, by now, lying on her back with her face straining up to Linda's cunt. With his cock resting between Linda's lower lips he could feel every lap and dip of that tongue. Linda was leaning bonelessly against him; he could feel her hips jerking with every serpentine roll of that fabulous tongue. He drew in a ragged breath, if he didn't move now he would cum over Sheila's face. An attractive idea but not what he had planned for tonight. Hunter grunted, his free hand burrowing into Linda's hair to keep her in place whilst he slid his cock deep into her mouth. The woman moaned and writhed around the obstacle. Looking down Ash met Sheila's eyes, she was wild with arousal, straining upwards to taste yet more of Linda's body. With a smile Ash directed his thick cock down towards her mouth, ignoring Linda's whimper when its steady pressure was removed from her clit. Sheila latched to his cock like a puppy to a tit. The intense suction nearly melted his balls and he jerked back from it like he'd been scalded. The moisture boost gave him an idea though and instead of pressing his cock into her pussy he pressed it to her tightly pleated arsehole. Ash Ch. 05 It was really tight. He had to fight to push the thick swollen head of his cock through the wall of muscle, it felt like he was being gripped by a tightly squeezed fist. All the while his control was threatened by the luscious lapping of Sheila's tongue. He could feel her hand moving between Linda's thighs, he could imagine her filling that wet cunt with her long supple fingers, but all the while she lathed Linda's arse, and subsequently his cock, with the flat of her tongue. Linda was mindless, her entire world folding down to the sensations that rocked her body. Her wrists were caught in the steel hold of Hunter's hands; her pussy was filled with fingers. She didn't even know if Sheila had pushed three, four or five inside her; she just knew that she was stretched wide open and her walls were being stroked in too many ways to count. Ash's cock had passed through the painful barrier of her sphincter and was slowly burrowing deeper and deeper, the invasion moving swiftly from pain to intense illicit pleasure. The only thing keeping her grounded was the inexorable push/pull of Hunter's cock. His hand twisted in her hair to keep her head from lolling, her mouth stretched wide and filled deeply. His balls drawn tight to his body mashed against her chin, shocking her with the ease with which her body took him in. Deep throating was not a turn on for her; usually it made her throat scratch and the strain often made her gag. Then again she had never been this turned on before. Both men took a step closer, their skin touching hers, Hunter in front and Ash behind. Both buried to hilt inside her. It felt like her brain might short circuit any moment. The total over-stimulation confusing her nerve endings, she didn't know which way to move. Her arse was stretched taut, Ash's hips locked to her buttocks as he ground deeper still. Hunter filled her throat, for a second she could not breathe, the mild flutter of panic that she would suffocate only added to the helplessness of the situation. It felt divine, to be at the whim of the three of them, each one driving her cum in another way. Linda hung there between them all. The only part of her body left unattended was her breasts. As soon as she became aware of the lack Linda arched her back and thrust them forward with the hope that one of six hands would find them. Ash drew back, his thick cock seemed to stretch her all over again by leaving her tight passage, his clawed fingers pinched her nipples, harsh and sharp, before ploughing back inside her. She was lost. Her body bucked and writhed. Heat poured through her belly and downwards. Her cunt and arse on fire with the power of the climax. She couldn't tell if one pleasure stimulated another or if she was having an anal AND vaginal orgasm simultaneously. She didn't care. Hot liquid gushed from her body; she felt it spatter her thighs. Sheila cried out and redoubled her efforts, which spiralled into further chaotic pleasure. The two men tensed, their cocks thickening, swelling, engorging, when she had thought they were already at critical mass. Ash clutched at her, claws biting the sensitive swell of her breast, a moment before Hunter cried out. She felt the rhythmic pump of two satisfied cocks. One grinding from behind, filling her invaded arse with hot liquid stimulus, the other poured down her throat. The injection of salt, the throbbing pulse of the two cocks signalled another spasm of climax within her. Never had she received so much intense stimulation. Her job was to give pleasure; no one had thought to touch her beyond satisfying his own desires before this tenuous jaunt from real life. Linda had slid boneless to the forest floor. Ash settled her down amongst the softened pine needles and leaf mulch that threw up a delicious earthy scent beneath her weight. Very slowly the sounds of the woods returned to her ears. Owls and night creatures skirted them but their calling could be heard in the distance. The breeze ruffled the leaves, causing a few ancient wind-fallen husks to skitter dryly across the dusty trail above them. When the others stood up, stretching and groaning Linda could only lie back and watch the outlines of their naked bodies against the dim light of the forest. Ash chuffed, a sounded that was both irritable and amused, and picked her in his arms. The giddy feeling of euphoria made her skin tingle all over just being held against his body. Her eyes fluttered shut as she sank against him and drifted to a peaceful sleep. Ash Ch. 06 Linda felt itchy. It was not a parasite or pest problem it was the filling of the moon. Every night the moon grew wider and brighter, every day she could feel the wolf within her drawing nearer the surface. It was as though the fur of her beast tickled her skin from beneath as it paced, waiting. She couldn't remember being this aware of it before. It could have been the forest surrounding them, the scents and flavours of the wilderness. It could have been the fact that she and Ash were holed up in the cabin together away from everyday life, without the distraction of her regular routine she was alert to every heartbeat, every pulse, every time the breeze lifted her hair. It had a lot to do with Ash. The time they spent together was finite; it had an expiry date, like for every moment that they drew out it grew tauter and tauter and could only, inevitably, snap. She caught herself watching him when he was unaware of her. Though much of their time was taken up exploring and then re-exploring each other's bodies there were still mundane chores to do. They may not have had to balance chequebooks, earn money and collect dry cleaning but there were still dishes to be scrubbed and the few clothes that they did wear did still require washing. Ash was up to his elbows in soapy water; Linda had earned the reclining position on the sofa observing him by putting the breakfast onto the plates he now washed. The breakfast bar obscured her view of his long lean body; the cabinets above it blocked the view from above too. This left his bare torso, hips to shoulders, for her inspection. Not a lot to go on really; his shoulders no longer habitually held knotted ropes of tension, but then they had spent the majority of their time indulging their mutual sexual curiosity for each other. Who could be tense with that much sheer outright satisfaction on hand? Guilt ticked like a countdown within her. It twisted her stomach into knots as she listened to Ash's tone-deaf whistle over the slosh of warm water. When he found out that she had lied to him all his previous suppositions about women and wolves would be proven right. She wanted to prove him wrong. To prove that women weren't selfish creatures interested in their own comforts and pleasures at the cost of a man. That they didn't all run screaming from the room when a man wanted more than conventional sex. That being a wolf didn't have to make you any less human. But Linda had lied to gain this time and in doing so she could only prove him right in all those bitter accusations. She could tell herself that an omission wasn't a lie as often as she wished but she couldn't make herself believe it. She could swear on all the gods in the history of the world that she would explain what the wolf pack would expect from Ash when the time was right. But at every right time she chose, instead, to seal her lips from the truth and to leave her lover in the dark. Proving him right in a thousand different ways every day they stole together. "The moon is full in a few days." Linda said casually. When they had met Ash had been in the grip of a moon change. All the stronger for the fact that he had fought the shift of skin he should have made at the full moon. Instead he had pushed his body to its limits to delay the inevitable. Ash gave a non-committal grunt, neither positive nor negative, merely an acknowledgement that she had spoken. "Will you run with me?" The muscles in his freshly tanned back locked into place. He did not turn to look at her but she knew she had both surprised and concerned him. In the city the pack met in the largest of the parks in the centre of town. It was supposed to be closed to the public after dark but still they met, climbing over the gates or the walls to gather on the fullest night of the moon. Together they would run. Thirty strong, they ran through the twelve acres of parkland. It was an incredible feeling. Linda was aware that she wasn't a member of the pack but on the full moon they didn't chase her away as they might have done at any other time. There was safety in numbers and to let her run in their midst meant that she was not clipping along the streets of the city posing a danger to the human population. By letting run in their group they were saving their number from growing unnecessarily. The full moon was an amnesty from the membership. Thinking of the pack only served to remind her of her cheated position here. Linda bit her lip and wished she had said nothing. "I don't run on the full moon." When Linda didn't respond to Ash he looked over his shoulder at her. "I hate that it feels like I have to." Linda nodded although she didn't understand his statement. "So you put it off until you really have to?" "I put it off till it's convenient." His words were tinged with the rough growl of his temper. "Uh-huh, so the night we met was convenient to you." He said nothing and she didn't push the subject. She would have liked to run with him, to have another body to bump against as she poured through the woods, but she wouldn't risk their tentative truce on it. Linda resigned herself to a solitary run. Two days later when the pull of the moon was a commanding presence on her body Linda stood in the woods alone. She hadn't raised the subject again; she didn't want to be responsible for ruining Ash's newfound happiness. For he truly seemed happy, even if it was based on the sins of her omissions. The woodland was silver. The shadows sharpened when her change was complete. It was a hideous process to endure, bones breaking, reshaping, growing, shortening, to feel hair growing in places that should be smooth clean skin. It took between five and seven agonising minutes and if you were lucky you could run yourself ragged in wolf form and return to humanity in your sleep. Colour faded in this alternative form but images were sharper, clearer than any she could see with her human eyes. The scent of the forest deepened, the rich green aromas from the vegetation could be peeled away to reveal a wider variety of life and death around her. The old fallen leaves of many years lay mouldering, rotting beneath the dust of the summer, amongst them grew the fungi that would burst to live with the first drop of rain to wash the dust from the canopy. Above that the scuttle a myriad of creatures. Beetles, grubs, mice, voles, upwards to the larger things that ate them; the foxes and badgers, bats above sucking up the flying things. It was the mammals between that caught her senses now, the deer and the rabbits, grass fed and wary but worthy of the chase. Something else tripped across her senses. There were wolves about, that she knew, Linda curled her lipless mouth in wolfish reverie; she knew each of them intimately. Their scents were everywhere. Ash, Hunter and Sheila, the aroma of their sex and scent were all over these woods. At the edges of those fine memories lurked another scent. Another wolf was here. Without her sharpened senses Linda had not noticed it before. She followed the smell, nose in the air, feet padding cautiously and near silent through the trees. Warily she was circling back to the cabin. Had she been in her own skin she would be prickling with nervous sweat, instead she stood shoulders bunched, ears pricked, alert to any movement. If the strange wolf strayed too far north he would end up being Hunter's problem, she had little doubt that he wouldn't wait for explanations before chasing off a stray. The scent persisted. It trailed the circumference of the cabin. So much for Hunter diving in and solving the problem. Stealthily Linda crept from the shelter of the bracken and scented the steps, she needed to know whether this interloper had breeched the cabin or not. The rough-hewn steps were clear of the trespassing scent but her exposed position was exactly what the new wolf had wanted. She spun around, ears back, lips curled in warning, every one of her sharp predatory teeth exposed. The wolf was as black as a living shadow. No wonder she hadn't spotted it before. It slunk forward timidly, head down, eyes averted, cringing towards her, its tongue lapping at its nose to show it wished to submit. Linda didn't care for the display of friendship. She needed the wolf to get the hell out of the forest. She snarled. Low and constant, when it continued forward she punctuated her warning with two sharp snaps of her teeth. The wolf paused, sneezed and shook itself. It was genuinely confused by her reaction. Since it was human in origin it didn't stay confused for long. A true wolf would have backed off to return another day; only humans persist beyond reason. The intruder took another step towards her. Linda leapt at him from the steps, she snapped and snarled as he darted out her path. She caught nothing more than few hairs from his haunches in her front teeth but she had him moving in the direction she wanted. Away from the cabin and away from Ash. Linda checked over her shoulder to ensure her lover hadn't appeared to check on the noise. Her heart was racing, not from fear of this city wolf but from dread that Ash would join her and want to question him. With her blood racing and her body in wolf form she was unable to think through the more detailed possibilities. She didn't stop chasing the wolf back until they were a mile and a half from the cabin. They were in the thick of the woods here, equidistant between the cabin and Hunter's territory. What ever she did the black wolf merely stayed beyond her reach, it didn't run away or try to guide them back towards the cabin. He was determined to 'talk' to her as much as she was determined not to. Frustrated by the stand off Linda snarled furiously. The black wolf merely paced out of her reach and made a chuffing sound, something between a snort and a cough. It sat down, nose in the air, drinking in the scents around it. With its tongue hanging limply from its lipless muzzle it watched her. It sniffed more determinedly and made a sound in its chest that was almost a purr. Linda focused on the air around them. Sex. They were beside the hollow where the four of them had fucked, though it was nearly a week ago the earth still held the scent of their sex. The black wolf licked his lips and gave, what could only be described as, a grin. Taken aback Linda shuffled her feet wondering what to do next. Then she saw the wet pink tip of his cock breaking through its sheath. Damn it, she thought. From behind her came a deep rumble of a growl, it seemed to go on forever, reverberating around the hollow. The black wolf backed up, his thoughts of sex forgotten with the onset of this new threat. Ash stepped up beside Linda, his sand coloured coat several shades lighter than her russet one. He set himself between the two of them, shielding Linda and snarling at the trespassing wolf. The black wolf looked from one to the other, dipping his shoulders in submission he took a timid step towards the larger male. Ash lunged for him. His teeth snapped and the black wolf yipped in pain. Again he stepped forward, making a show of his submission. Ears down, or rather one down as the other seemed to be hanging beside his face, tail tucked between his legs, his tongue lapping at his front teeth. Ash lunged, this time grabbing a mouthful of fur. He bit down on the loosed folds around the other wolf's neck and began to shake him. Linda added her weight to the fight by snarling in the intruder's face, her teeth snapping at his muzzle, nipping at the edge of his good ear. When Ash released his hold the black wolf ran. It rolled to its feet and charged away through the forest, they could hear the bushes and trees snapping for a long time to come as they stood side by side listening. Linda wanted to shift back from wolf form right there and then just to have arms to wrap around her lover, lips to kiss him with. Instead, once she was certain the pack wolf wouldn't be back soon, she nipped Ash playfully on his haunches and skittered off into the forest. So began a game of chase that was as exhilarating as it was childish, puppyish even. Ash awoke to road drill hammer of birdsong. He fidgeted to relieve the nagging cramp in his leg, bumping up against warm soft flesh as he flexed his foot. That warm soft flesh moaned and shuffled back against him, firm rounded buttocks nestled around his morning hard on sending a jolt of happy sensations through his nerve endings. He was curled around Linda, he might have called it 'spooning' if she hadn't been so short, and she was definitely a teaspoon to his tablespoon. She was curled into a ball and he had curled his body fully around hers, it left her bottom pressed delightfully to his crotch. His right arm was tucked under hers, his physical satnav having found her breast in his sleep and the wonderful cushion of it spilled over his fingers. He flexed his fingers, feeling the ripple of movement jiggle and roll in a way that nothing on his body could mimic. Linda's puckered nipple grazed his palm; one tight little bud amidst all that fluid softness caused his cock to jerk against her body. Linda moaned and wriggled deeper into him, as though trying to burrow into him since they couldn't physically get any closer. Her sleepy enthusiasm, okay not enthusiasm but unconscious encouragement, made his cock ache with potential. Using his hips he pressed his cock to her body more insistently, punctuating the physical suggestion by rubbing her taut nipple the edge of his thumbnail. The sleeping she-wolf undulated against him making a soft sound in her throat though her deep breathing declared her to still be asleep. Ash's balls tightened, drawing closer to his body, the subtle movements of Linda's sleepy snuggling allowed his cock to slide between her thighs. What had started as a sensuous stretch of waking limbs was growing into a more pressing need within his body. Gently he rocked against her, sliding his cock between that perfect gap between the top of fleshiest part of her thighs and her sex. He could feel his the head of his cock brushing over the entrance to her body, it fit snugly between her folds and with the slightest of efforts... Ash leaned back a little feeling the tip of his cock nudge at Linda's clit, still hidden within the secret layers of her sex. That mere bump of body parts stimulated a sensuous moan from the sleeping woman. Could he actually slide his cock inside her without waking her he wondered. He hesitated considering the moral dilemma. In law sexual consent must be granted before proceeding otherwise the act was technically rape. Ash's sleep fogged brain stuttered over the concept, he should wake her; ensure she was fully aware of his intentions. The thought of her waking with his pulsing erection buried inside her body made his cock jump and twitch. Consent be damned, she was inciting a war between his brain and body with her sleepy moans and subtle whimpers. But what if she wasn't ready? His cock might have been seeping pre cum like an over-squeezed toothpaste tube but a few rubs of his cock and a squish of her tit could hardly be considered adequate foreplay. The moral dilemma was solved. While his mind had been busy working out twenty first century political correctness his body moved on instinct. Having found its groove he'd continued rocking along the length of her pussy, the insistent slide of his body against hers combined with the lubricant he was producing in copious quantities moistened the way as surely as if he had spent hours on mutual foreplay. The slight tilt of his hips caused his cock head to dip into her entrance and that was all the encouragement he needed to increase the pressure and ease aching cock inside her more fully. He needn't have worried about the lack of foreplay. Her sex was warm and wet and welcoming, he held still just enjoying the thickening pulse of her body around his cock. His muscles screamed with the need to move, arms and legs tensing in preparation to ram his body into hers, he breathed through it, waiting out the urge, enjoying the wet embrace of her body around his. Linda stirred. Incoherent murmurings preceded a languorous stretch that rubbed her body against his in a way that made his eyes cross with concentration. He felt the moment she woke. Her loose-limbed languor replaced by a sudden alertness, instantly replaced by sensual surprise. "Good morning to you." She breathed. Ash flicked her nipple with his thumb and jerked his hips, her resultant gasp fuelled him. She arched back against him, catlike and purring, it was all he needed to thrust deeply. To find her so willing and ready scattered his doubts and hardened his early morning arousal. Pulling her back against him and then rolling to his back, holding her tightly so that she lay sprawled across his body, exposed to his attentions. He ran his hands over her breasts, cupping, squeezing and pinching until she was breathless and drawn tight around him. Her inner walls clutching at him as the tension of oncoming orgasm contracted her body. Every gasp, every shudder stroked his cock as surely as if he had thrust himself mindlessly into rutting. Ash revelled in her body. It welcomed him, embraced him and inspired him on. Try as he might Ash couldn't zone out. No amount of eight times table or listing of kings and queens in alphabetical order could distract his body from every nuance of Linda's arousal. It was like a vicious loop of need. He tugged and pinched at her nipples, knowing how that contracted her slick pussy walls, but those contractions stroked his cock until he thought it might explode. Sliding a hand down to her apex to finger her clit caused her to grind dizzyingly against him, making him cry out with the intensity of her grip on him. Damn it but if the woman didn't cum soon she would crush his cock like a vice. Then again. Ash returned both hands to her breasts. Attuned to her desire through the last week of endless experimentation Ash plucked at her nipples. Knowing how sensitive they were he began drawing out the moments before orgasm, not just his own but Linda's too. She mewed and whimpered with each pinch, each tug, each of those resulting in some inner tremor or tightening of her internal grip on his cock. As wolves they had sought a hiding place amongst the fallen limbs of ancient trees but the humans they awoke as paid no heed to secrecy. He lay naked, covered only by the woman impaled on his cock that in turn writhed and arched above him, her entire body on display. It was that exhibitionist thought that ripped away his tenuous shred of control. His nails bit painfully into Linda's breasts, the shock of pain dissolving the last barrier to her orgasm. When she reared up, thrusting her breasts deeper into his palms, grinding her contracting cunt harder to his pelvis he thrust upwards into her. His cock throbbed, swelled, each pulse stroking his woman inside and causing her cry out with yet another wave of pleasure. Pride surged with pleasure, he poured molten cum into her convulsing body. Each spurt of hot cum triggering an erotic shudder from her that milked yet more cum from his pumping cock. It was an endless circle of pleasure that might actually kill them. Ash gasped, his chest burned with the need for more air and try as he might he couldn't seem to draw in enough to ease it. He lay still, focused on the sheer in out of his lungs until the only weight on his chest was the limp, sated woman stretching up to pet him for a job well done. "Oh wow, I really love..." What? Her body? Her desires? That she was a hot fuck? All of it was suddenly inadequate. "You." He finished breathless with his own surprise. He was still assimilating the notion, the rightness of it, when she rolled from him. Pushing up to her feet, almost as an afterthought she bent down and pressed a fervent kiss to his lips before rushing off in the direction of the cabin, leaving Ash alone and confused. Ash Ch. 07 It was a beautiful moment ruined. Plenty of men had told Linda that they loved her but that was because they got to fuck her any which way they liked and was not to be taken seriously. It was a beautiful morning, her body replete and quiet after running with the moon, waking up to warm delicious sex from a man who then declared his love, it should have been a high but Linda's lies rendered it a mockery. She needed to go, Ash was going to be furious when he found out, his unexpected declaration would curdle on his lips and she couldn't face him when he learned the truth. Her eyes blurred with the pain of what could have been. They could have been looking at a lifetime together if she hadn't wanted to get her own back on him that morning when he had turned away from her. When he'd thought she was lusting after the blood in the room rather than the man that he was. Linda gave a sour chuckle of despair as she loaded her few clothes into her bag. He'd been wrong about her then but it didn't balance what she had done to him. Now she had what she wanted, the perfect man declaring that he loved her, she should have been wrapped around him in gratitude but she couldn't. Not knowing that his love would disintegrate with her confession and there were no odds about it she would have to tell him. The pack had sent a scout to find them; they would send another and another until Ash knew the truth. She was a worthless, lying... "What's going on?" Linda licked her lips, staring down at her hands clasped around her bag rather than at Ash. "They found us; we need to leave." More lies, her eyes filled with tears at her inability to tell him the truth. Ash grunted. "So we'll move on, find somewhere new." Linda's heart fluttered at the picture painted in her mind. The two of them together, loving and laughing and constantly running. Behind her Ash began to empty drawers, tossing his sparse belongings on to the bed. Anger flared, anger at her own stupidity, at the loss of all the potential they might have had together, Linda turned and looked at Ash. She had walked away from him when he'd say he loved her and here he was packing to go on the run with her only moments later. "What was your fantasy?" Ash frowned and stared at her. Unable to make the link between what he was doing and her question. "You've hinted a few times that what you'd really like to do was something more than what we've done so far." Her flustered brain was trying hard not use any bad words to describe it, sinister, perverted, sordid, but before she went away she wanted to know. "I think we more or less did it all with Hunter and Sheila." Ash chuckled dryly, a faint colour to his cheeks. He didn't quite meet her eyes when he brushed off the question. "More or less isn't exact though is it?" Ash dropped the handful of t-shirts back in the draw and turned slowly to face her. He licked his lips nervously. It seemed to take him several minutes to come to a decision. "After I was turned, a long time after when I had control of my wolf, I took a woman to bed. Nobody special, just a girl in club who wanted a good time. Being a wolf is a pain; it ups the need and decreases the control. Well I was up for showing her a good time if it meant I got laid." He shoved his hands through his hair and scoffed bitterly. "I thought I was being gentlemanly, going down her, giving her a little extra. I knew it had been a long time and I figured I wasn't going to last long when we got down to it." Linda nodded; half expecting that she knew where this was going. "I was just getting into it when she pushes me away and starts bitching about the noises I was making." He pushed his hands in his pockets, old embarrassment flushing his cheeks. "I guess I must have been growling or something. I brushed over it and persuaded her to carry on, I was so hot for something, anything, that it was half in my mind to throw her down and fuck her anyway." He held up his hands in placating gesture, panicked that she thought he might have done so. "I didn't. It was just..." "The wolf talking." Linda finished for him. He nodded. "Anyhow we got down to it and I could feel my control slipping, I'd already had to clenched my hands away from her cos my claws had grown through. I was just about to blow, the first sex I'd had in over eighteen months and she starts screaming. Damn near jumped out of my skin. Oh my god, your eyes, she's yelling. We were just in a cheap motel; you know how thin those walls are. I was so shocked that I didn't stop her from running out the room stark naked." Ash gave a shrug as though it didn't matter. "I was more careful the next time, watched my breathing so I didn't growl, kept running over the seven times table so that I wouldn't get lost in the moment and eat her or anything, she starts to laugh, the minute I started to cum. Reckoned I sounded like an animal. I didn't bother after that, just looked after myself." Linda licked her lips, keeping her eyes trained on the bureau behind him rather than draw his attention from the awkward memories. "It wasn't till I met Sheila and Hunter that I realised you could have good sex as a werewolf. Really fucking good sex." He added, the memory sharpening in mind. He looked at her, studied her closely. "That almost made it worse. That it was possible, just not for me. Unless I hung around here hoping they were in the mood for a spare. It just made me really angry for long time after." Linda took a step towards, taking a risk on guessing what that had led to. "You thought about hurting those girls." Ash looked panicked once more. He took a step back from her, picked up the debris on the bed and began stuffing it in his holdall. He stood with his hands inside it, still clenched around his spare clothes. He hung his head. "Every minute of the day." He sighed. "I wouldn't have done it, I swear I wouldn't have done it. But I used to wank to the idea of their horror. I got off on the idea of hurting them, fucking them, scaring them. I figured it would serve them right." Ash picked up the bag and tossed it at the wall. "I wouldn't have done it for real. When I saw you with those two... customers of yours... heard you... acting for them." Linda bridged the gap between them, pushed her body between his and the wall. "Does it still get you hot?" Ash gave a twisted smile. "Not like it used to." He cupped her cheek. "I get hot thinking about how you like it when I slap your arse or your tits. I get hot remembering chasing you through the woods, Hunter holding you in place whilst I stuck my cock in your arse, feeling you cum whilst we all fucked you." His eyes turned wolf with the heat of the memory, his cock rose up and prodded her stomach. "Just once though, for the record, would you like to put one of those simpering bitches in their place?" She latched onto the scenario he had steered away from. "It's what you were hinting at isn't it?" Ash nodded, his reluctance was tempered by his arousal. "It's what I thought I wanted. Until I found better." "Red." Linda said bluntly. "What?" "If I really don't like it I will say red. As in green for go, red for stop. Emergency stop." She wrapped her hand around his cock, felt it twitch with the contact. "It's a code word. You know I like a bit of rough stuff, so get rougher, if I say red then you'll stop." Ash opened his mouth, shut it wordlessly and simply stared at her. "You don't know..." Linda scoffed. "Freak." Ash took a step back in surprise his aghast expression fuelling Linda. She shoved at him with both hands. "I was going to fuck you but you're some kind of fucking animal." She made to push past him. She thought she overdone it having reached the bedroom door before he caught hold of her arm. She jerked away from him as though in fear. Screamed a panicked no and tried to twist out of his grip. Ash couldn't think straight. Linda was offering him his dream fuck. Correction his previous dream fuck. What he had wanted before he knew how good fucking could get. The sex that they had discovered might not be slow and loving, it might be rough and even violent at times but it wasn't fucking it lovemaking. When pleasing another person's body is that important to you it is beyond fucking. He wanted to tell her to stop, that it wasn't his fantasy anymore but what she was doing was trying to please him, to give him something after her strange mood this morning. That realisation made him bite down his protest. He thought about the women who had made him feel inhuman, the fantasies he'd had about taking revenge on them. They were stupid immature fantasies but they'd got him hot in the past. When Linda struggled and nearly broke his grip on her wrist he wrapped his spare hand in her hair and closed a fist around it, dragging her head back to look up at him. Her eyes widened and he had a moment of panic where he believed in her fear. Then she licked her lips and his cock surged at the glimmer in her eyes. Ash dragged her head down, forcing her to her knees or to loose a chunk of hair. He stood looking down on her, his cock twitching before her face. She looked up at him wide eyed. "Please don't hurt me, I won't tell no one." The words set off a reaction in his head, he thought of the disgust, the fear on those women's faces and remember all the guilt and self-loathing they'd made him feel. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed it across her face. Sticky trails of pre cum glistened on her cheeks, her eyelids and her lips. She struggled in his grip but he held tight, butting his cock to her tightly sealed lips. "Suck it." He growled. Linda shook her head, as much as she could with his fist holding her still. He shoved his other hand to her head, switching grip so that he held each side of her head, he twisted his hands until she squealed with pain. Then he shoved his cock in deep. The sudden heat on his cock was intense, it stole his breath from his chest, he felt the insistent throb in his pulse, felt his cock growing, stretching, filling, the rough slide against her tongue, the odd bump against unguarded teeth. He remembered the old anger that had coursed through him in his fantasies, it had been for himself at the time but it surged to the surface hot and dangerous. But this was not some ignorant bitch that had spurned him, made him feel like an animal, it was his woman. That thought stopped him; he looked down sharply to see his saliva slicked cock half out of her mouth. He looked into her eyes, his ardour cooling as she rolled her eyes up to look at him. "Green." Gurgled Linda. Well it was more bream but he understood. "Fucking green you bastard." She snarled as he pulled back. Ash gave a snarl in return, twisting his hands tighter he dragged her by the hair, pulling her mouth over his cock. He bumped the back of her throat, pushed her back and then pulled her onto him again. Linda raised up on her knees just a fraction and the mushroom head of his cock popped into her throat. Ash felt like he went blind temporarily. His cock was on fire. He stood, feet wide apart, hands buried into her hair, just pulling her head on and off his cock, backwards and forwards. His cock throbbed painfully with every touch of her tongue, the pressure on the sensitive swollen tip as it thrust down into her throat was intense, the static shock of his balls slapping her chin. He was lost; the choking, trapped animal sounds that escaped from Linda's mouth as he pushed only drove him onwards. It was exactly as he'd thought it to be. So many nights spent stroking his cock to the idea and this was even better. Better probably because it wasn't real. He could smell his cum seeping from Linda's body, his scent was all over her, and she was his. They'd run together, slept curled around each other and woken up to lazy, sleepy morning sex. She hadn't parroted the words back to him when he'd said he'd loved her but she did. He knew it. Like he knew she was aroused from his raping of her mouth. Oh yeah, this was miles fucking better. He pushed her back, rocking her on her heels. She gasped and cried out as he rubbed his saliva-slicked cock to her face. "You better hope it's wet enough." He growled at her. He realised what he was going to do with it then, he looked down at her, her hands over his trying to ease the pain of her hair being pulled. "It's going straight up your arse." There was a moment when Linda's eyes bled out to the deep chestnut of her wolf. It was as hot as if she'd said 'fuck me now big boy'. Instead she cried out, begging for the opposite. "Please no. Stop, please, don't." Roaring with power Ash lifted her up to her feet; switching his hands from her hair to her biceps he spun her round. When she faced the bed he shoved her down. All the while she begged and pleaded, called him names, and then pleading some more. Interspersed within her whimperings was the word green, just in case he actually believed her words. His blood was pumping too fast for thought. It pumped directly to his cock. He would swear it had never been that big before. It was hot to touch and throbbed with a pulse of its own. It looked monstrously large when pressed to her tightly puckered hole. It was like holding a battering ram to a keyhole. It would never fit. Oh but it did. Inch by inch his cock squeezed into that tiny tight space. He thought he would cum when Linda started to struggle against him, the weak begging sounds made his wolf growl, made his need for dominance leap to the fore. Above all else her wriggling stroked his cock until he was forced to hold her hips still or cum before he was fully sheathed. Oh god, so tight. It felt like her body was sucking his cock, that supreme, almost painful suction that felt like you were bound in cling film. He shuddered, his knees buckling when he could go no further. He looked down at her tight hole stretched obscenely around the thickened base of his cock. The globes of her arse forming a handy grip for added leverage. He pummelled her cheeks as he ground his hips against her. Bruising her with the bump of his pelvis to the soft cushion of her bottom. "Green." Linda hissed urgently. Ash blinked. If he'd thought he'd been aroused beyond control before it was nothing to the knowledge that she was seconds from orgasm whilst catering to his fantasy. Jesus but this woman amazed him. The whimpering and mock pleading were forgotten. Her hands dragged at the bedclothes, her fists piling up the fabric, as she pressed back against him in mindless demand. Ash roared. He pulled his cock halfway out and slammed it back inside. Crying out at the crushing force of her tight passage. "Mine." He roared. "My bitch, my fucking bitch. Take my cock in your arse." Linda shuddered beneath him. He held her pinned but he could feel her muscles straining against him, the hot slick of sweat as she fought his hold and met his demand with yet another of her own. Ash had two more thrusts in him, his seed was boiling in his balls, he couldn't hold back much longer. One. Her body twitched and shuddered. He drew back, almost pulling the fat purple head from that tight canal, he held himself still, concentrating on just holding out for one more second. Linda rose up. Her wolf strength lifting him with her as she pressed her arse to his cock. Ash shoved her down, thrusting with his hips in time with shoulders to slam deep into her. She screamed. Her entire body flopping beneath him in spasmodic shudders. Her orgasm was the last straw. He was buried balls deep into her arse, the tightness, the pressure was turning his cock blue and now she was cumming on him. It felt like his cum was being drawn out from his toes. They curled into his feet as though trying to cling onto a branch to roost. His entire body rocked with the force of it. The hands that had held her pinned beneath him wrapped around her body to pull her against him. He held on tightly, feeling every shudder and shiver of pleasure within the pair of them until they finally ebbed away to gentler aftershocks. Linda ached. In that 'Jesus, that was amazing' way that she was growing familiar with. Her mouth was dry and it tasted foul. She pushed up onto her elbow and looked down at the still sleeping form of Ash. They had tumbled to the bed, wrapped around each other, revelling in the wake of satisfaction. It hadn't taken much for sleep to claim them. She woke now thirsty but not awake enough to leave the warm cosy bed and the comfort on hand. She tried to go back to sleep, wanting to sink into the temporary oblivion offered by Ash's arms. It was no use. She was awake and needed a drink. Not surprising after the exertions of the day so far. Linda grinned at the memory, ignoring the messier emotions of having to leave soon. Right now everything was right in the world. Her body ached from seriously good fucking and her mouth was dry cos she'd screamed herself hoarse in the process. Regretfully she rolled from the bed and headed downstairs. She thought about washing her mouth out in the bathroom but a dusty old tank fed the taps and she needed re-hydration urgently. The problem with indulging in rough sex is that you don't realise when the violence is real till its too late. She was reaching for a glass from the shelf when a hand tangled into her hair and yanked her head back. She snorted with amusement, thinking that Ash was seeking round two of his little role play, or round three considering the sex they'd had outside already. Her head drew back onto a massive shoulder. Rounder and broader than Ash's. The face that looked down at her was framed by thick curly hair that was almost black. Linda twisted away, uncaring about leaving a chunk of her scalp in the hand that clutched her. "Whore bitch." The huge man spat. "What the fuck was all that about last night." Linda was trapped in the corner between the units. In her panic she threw her arm out and cleared the draining board of dishes. They shattered around her feet in a cacophony of shattering china and glass. The man laughed, jumping back out of the way. He leered at her. "How about a quickie? I've got twenty quid on me somewhere." Linda jabbed at his face. A straight-armed punch that came out of nowhere. It clipped his chin, snapping his head back and breaking at least one of her fingers. The man pulled back his meaty arm to retaliate. He gave a grunt of confusion when it stayed at his ear. He turned to see Ash at his back, his hand wrapped around his wrist holding back his fist. Ash seized the moment and butted his forehead to the intruders temple. His eyes glazed for a moment but he didn't go down. Ash bared his teeth ready to lunge. "No!" Ash hesitated at Linda's scream. Before he could question her the man dropped to his knees before him. "He isn't here to kill us." Linda gasped, knowing that Ash's intent had been to rip the intruder's throat out with his teeth. She held her hands up to him, waiting out the bloodlust in him. "What do you mean? We ..." Linda closed her eyes agonising over the confession, desperate to do it before the black wolf/man did it for her. "The pack were going to come after us." She said softly. "Because you killed their alpha." Ash nodded. "That's why we're here. It's why we were going to move on..." Linda shook her head. "They came after us because by killing the alpha you earned the title yourself. They want you to lead them. They don't want revenge." Ash stepped back, glancing down at the bowing stranger before him. "You knew this?" He frowned confused, the fight still pumping his blood too fast for thought. Linda nodded miserably. "I was pissed off that you didn't want me. I wanted a chance to change that. I didn't mean to..." Ash was gone. From upstairs came the sound of furniture being tossed about. Within five minutes he was back, carrying his holdall. "Wolf." He barked. Ash Ch. 07 The intruder leapt to his feet, took Ash's bag from his hand and stood waiting for instruction. "You must be pretty damn pleased with yourself." "Ash I..." "Save it." He growled. "I've done enough listening to you." "Love you." Linda whispered to the empty room. Hunter and Sheila had let her stay on in the cabin. A lone female was no threat to their mini pack and Linda couldn't bear to go back to the city where she might have to bump shoulders with Ash's disdain now that he ruled there. He would be good at it, she knew that, and despite all his terseness he actually preferred company to solitude. It would be good for him to have an entire pack to mingle with. She tried not to cry over his parting. It was her own damn fault anyway. She had known long before he had walked out exactly where it would all end. Here. Alone. A whole extended lifetime of emptiness seeming even longer in her self imposed solitary confinement. It made her laugh bitterly; she'd been solitary since her parents died when she was eighteen but this was the first time she had ever truly felt lonely. Maybe you had to feel a part something to know what you were missing, she mused miserably. So she took some time for herself. Unable to face the city and her role there Linda threw herself into the minimalism of her new existence while trying to decide what to do with the rest of her life. She took walks, foraged for food both as a human and a wolf, she even made jam out of the berries she found. The full moon usually brought with it the excitement of the change; unlike Ash she enjoyed her wolfdom. Maybe being female it made her feel stronger, faster, gave her an edge so that she didn't need to feel so afraid anymore. Linda walked back to the cabin naked and dirty. For all the heartache she felt better, calmer now that her change had passed, her stomach was full from the summer gorged rabbits she had found and a month of activity trekking the forest had toned her city slack body. "About time." Linda stopped in her tracks, the sun was rising behind the cabin and whoever sat on the steps was haloed in silver light like they were a visiting angel. She held her hand up to her brow and squinted into the light. Ash. For the first time since he'd left she felt truly aware of her nakedness, of her twig strewn unbrushed hair and dirt-streaked skin. He wore jeans with a shirt and boots; the summer had lightened his sand coloured hair and deepened his tan. She didn't appreciate him looking his best when she was most probably at her worst. Realism tamped down the rush of excitement that quickened her pulse and made her stomach trip in circles at his appearance. She wanted to ask why he was here but fear held her tongue. Did he want revenge for her keeping him from his place amidst his new pack? Had he come to warn her not to return to the city? "Forget something?" She said eventually once her mind had finished trawling through the many reasons he might be sat on her doorstep. Ash waited until Linda was within reach. She looked beautiful, so much so that his tongue-tied itself in knots trying to work out how to tell her without the words sounding stupid. The sun spotlighted her dark red hair, making it look the colour of cherries in the shaft of piercing morning light. Her full breasts swayed as she walked, the cool air puckering her nipples to show them off to perfection. He frowned as his gaze drifted lower, she'd lost weight, he appreciated the long lean lines of her muscles as she moved but he could see her too much definition around her ribs making her look more ethereal than the woman he remembered. The woman who visited his dreams, tormented him with her laughter and teasing smile, was robust, unbreakable, the Linda before him looked somehow diminished. He had to swallow the lump in his throat and his spit seemed to scratch all the way down. He'd done that to her. "You." He said more firmly than he felt. She didn't say anything. After an age he raised his eyes to hers, fear was a solid mass in his stomach. Had he left it too late? He'd been angry when he walked out, thinking that the week in the cabin had been a charade, a play acted out to cruelly taunt him with what he couldn't have. It had taken two solid weeks of cursing and snarling to accept the possibility that he'd been wrong. He'd seen her role play personas and she wasn't that great an actress. Was she? He couldn't breathe when he watched her shoulders sagged in resignation. "Gotta keep up appearances now you're a big shot huh?" She spoke without bitterness. As she drew level with him she tipped her head to one side, exposing her jugular. In wolf terms it was an act of submission to offer access to such a weak spot, though her tone was absent of defiance she made the gesture appear as a challenge. Solemnly he got to his feet and pressed his face to that spot, their week of lust and discovery flickered in grainy images through his head at the scent of her body filled his nose. He ran his tongue along that tender column of flesh. Linda jerked back from him in surprise. "I thought you were here to kill me." Her eyes gazed at him blank and unfocused. "Two weeks ago I might have." He smiled at having caught her out. "And now?" He took a step towards her, leaning in close to her neck once more. "Do you have any idea how good you smell?" "Must be the rabbit." She breathed. For all her bravado she was scared, seemingly more so now than when she thought he was going to kill her. It added a layer of confidence to Ash's swagger; he set his hands onto her hips, his fingers digging into the rounded swell possessively. He frowned once more at how much weight she'd lost. "I've come to take you back with me." "As your whore?" It was Ash's turn to step back in surprise. He studied her hard-faced wariness and could have kicked himself for not returning sooner. "As my mate." He said sharply. "My equal, my partner... my wife." "Your what?" Ash winced at the shriek she gave, it was sharp toned and laced with threat. He had to think quickly as to what he had said to swing her from suspicious to furious faster than a sports car through a speed camera. "Wife?" He asked cautiously. Linda jabbed him in the stomach with a deadly sharp fingernail. He jumped back, unsure and confused by her reaction. "You walk out on me, leave me thinking you weren't coming back and then you turn up to propose to me when I look like this!" She was still bearing down on him, five foot two of blind fury. Ash backed up another two steps. His ankle hit the bottom step of the cabin stairs and he overbalanced, landing heavily on his backside. "You look great, a bit skinny but otherwise gorgeous." He assured, talking so fast his mouth nearly tripped over his words. "Great! I look like a fucking cavewoman." She screeched. "The happiest day of my life and I look like I've been living with pigs." "Hap..." Ash looked up at her, she was wiping away two fat tears from her eyes, smearing them amongst the dirt on her cheeks. "Was that a yes?" She sniffed wetly and nodded miserably. "Okay, then we'll take a shower and I'll ask you all over again." He tugged her down to his lap in such a way that she straddled his hips. "I'm all smelly." She mumbled sulkily. Ash grinned; his life was about to get real interesting, real fast. Unable to resist he took one full breast into his mouth, as he suckled, stretching her nipple to its fullest length, he tasted soil and sweat and... blood? "Honey, you taste fantastic." He grinned around her flesh. Linda rocked against the growing bulge in his jeans. "I'll wear Eau de Bugs Bunny just for you from here on." Ash slipped two fingers inside her pussy; it was as wet and welcoming as it had always been. Grinning he took his slick fingers and dabbed them behind each of her ears. "Now that's even better."