13 comments/ 29454 views/ 21 favorites Dean & Erica By: Peccato "Gggrr..." she growled. Her head hanging heavily from her shoulders. Her hair falling in front of her face. Her features hidden behind the long cloak of deep red wavy hair. There was no mistake of it, the sound came from the still body atop of him. Dean was worried about her. He tried to look trough the veil of tousled hair covering the face but only puffs of strands would blow out when she exhaled. "Erica..." he said in a timid voice, but the only reply that he received was another lolling of her head. He sat up to come closer to her face. "Erica..." he whispered close. Suddenly, he felt her closed about his cock. Her walls were milking him for all his worth. He tremor from the force of it. He guessed there was still some life left in her. He grabbed her hips to drive himself deeper into her wet sheath. Her head would bob and weave as a response from the force of his thrusts. Her large breast jiggling provocatively from their height. Soft fleshy mounds that moved in time with his thrust and which held his attention. After a few minutes of forcefully trying to burying his cock deep up in her, she finally stirred. Another growl erupted from her throat as she began to meet his every stroke head on. Her hips hitting in time with his upward thrusts. The bucking of her hips made Dean toes curled and her tightness made his eyes crossed. He was hanging on by a thread, willing himself not to release inside her body. But she was giving just as good as she was getting. He knew he was forceful with his thrusts but his wolf wanted her bad. He felt that part of him that was unnatural and animalistic, slowly surface. He didn't want her to see his wolf. Let alone allow her to feel him in her. It was best for her and for him not to release his inner animal spirit. His spirit would be relentless and possessive. But if she kept riding him like this. His wolf would respond like the last time and mate with her for good. Shit, why did she had to always feel this good, he grumbled to himself. Her hair fell from her shoulder and there was the tell tale mark where he last bit her. It was healing. His wolf wasn't pleased with this. At least it wasn't infected, his human side thought. But she was losing his mark and the thought only made him thrust more wildly into her body. Their rutting was accompanied by the grunt of the table they were on and the guttural growls that came from her. Dean couldn't give a rats ass if the table gave way under them and caught fire. He was going to drive his cock home with each thrust, spill his seed into her wet cunt and climax like a frigging banshee. He felt her walls clasping him, as it were sucking him deeply in her body. He was hoping they were both about to come to an end. He didn't know how much longer he could last with her tightly gripping his cock in a vice like this. His heart sped up and he felt his balls tighten. Erica was moving in a frenzy by now. She held on to where ever she can on his body. Her wild movements smeared her juices all over his lower body. Her scent coating him and the air in the dark isolated room. His nostrils flared at the intoxicating scent of her. He was reaching his limits. His desire to taste her whetted his mouth. And with some resentful relief, he felt his balls erupting to spew his seed deep into her womb. His orgasm took over him and his wolf came along for the ride. His last thread of mental restraint snapped and he turned into his hybrid form. The room becoming small as his senses doubled. He can hear her erratic heart beat and taste with his sense of smell, their lovemaking. Along with the bad paint job in the room and the faint cigarette smoke on her waitress uniform lying some where on the floor. His heighten senses made it easier for him to take a closer look at her wound and the sight of it made his mouth water to taste her blood, again. That wound needs to be deeper but not deep that it would break her bones. Just deep enough to scar and mark her for his mate. Erica on the other hand was trembling fiercely from the force of her orgasm. Her head snapped back and he watched as her body began to slowly shift. Her body jerked inward awkwardly, twisting and turning in on itself. He could hear the bones shattering and the sickening crunch and popping noise that came with it. Her fingers curling in on themselves as claws began to grow from her finger tips. Her head, still flipped back, exposing her neck was showing him how his poison was seeping and spreading throughout her veins. They stood out on her neck turning blue, when they pulsed, more veins would stand out and become infected, as it were. Until, it reached her extremities and it seemed like her entire body was pulsing. her heart beating slow and steady. Red fur began growing slightly on her body. The red piercing her ivory skin, but just slightly. A thin film of red hair less than an inch shook slightly on her body. His wolf was pleased to see his future mate was slowly changing. He wondered how deep of a shade of red would her fur take, when it was in full growth. But then again his human side was beginning to worry. She was definitely turning and she would have no idea what was happening to her, when it finally happens. Besides, how do you tell someone that they were about to become a mythical legendary beast in a couple of days. Email? Dean's release had already settled and his wolf was just admiring his prize, Erica. When her orgasm had subsided and she had flipped her head back to look down at him. She was looking at him not saying anything. She had already turned back to her human form and so had he. Her change hadn't taken full shape but he knew the next time during a full moon they better be making love, or else. Dean was calm and his human form had resurfaced before she looked at him. His wolf had felt his human shame and had retreated from the emotion. That side of him didn't understand the feeling. His wolf had power and strength. Characteristics that any human or beast crave. Why would any one feel shame to share such a gift. His human side was though relieved to see that the the slight shift in her body hadn't register to her yet. He knew that it was one thing to own or posses great power and strength but it was another to live with consequences and responsibilities that comes with being a werewolf. Either way it will soon be a full moon and that made him worry even more. What if she didn't want to be a werewolf, he thought. Erica was looking at Dean's glowing eyes. He was panting hard and he was looking at her worriedly. In the throes of their love making, she some how had scratched him. Red scratch marks criss crossed over his body, especially across his abdomen. Erica went pale from embarrassment. How the hell did I do that, she thought to herself. Dean was looking even more worriedly. His eyes melting into 'dark' concern as he looked at her. Erica didn't know what to do. She looked at his face. And all she wanted to do was kiss him silly again and to reassure him that she enjoyed herself immensely this time. To bring back the 'light' to his eyes, again, she thought. She leaned in to him to capture his lips. He let her kiss him but she felt him hold himself back. She opened her eyes to see that he was still looking at her. This time his eyes spoke of deep concern as they darkened even more. Erica couldn't help herself. He was still lodged in her vagina and she squirmed. Dean eyes began to shine slightly in the semi dark room. Strips of light shining in through the blinded windows were showing parts of him and the room in light and shadow. The shadow and light lines falling across his body. His bronze coloured flesh and eyes were warm to her touch. The room was quiet and she could ear him breath. She saw his chest rise and fall with every breath he took. It reminded her of what they had done moments ago. She felt heat rise in her face at the warmth and intimacy, the thought of it, created in her heart. Her eyes trailing across his body to stop where brown hair met and melted into red. Their joint area seemed seamless as though there was no partition. As though his body melted into hers making them one. He then grabbed her breasts and began to fondle their mounds. Erica fell into his hands and Dean relinquished what ever hold he had over himself as he kissed her. He grabbed her hair with his other hand and took more control of their passionate kiss. Erica began moving her hips sensuously in a grind motion over Dean's lap. Dean moaned deep into her mouth and his eyelids fluttered open. But his eyes, the golden colour, was shining even more brightly. Erica kept looking at his mystical eyes all the while feeling him caress her body. His touch was different this time. There wasn't that possessive need that they usually carry but more of a loving and tender touch. She felt him cupping locks of her red hair and caressing the wavy strands. She knew by the time he was done with her hair, it would look a mess. Slowly, they both held on to each other. Feeling the warmth and the intimacy of their touch and the seclusion of the room. It was quiet and desolated but Erica felt at home no matter where she was as long as his arms was around her. Erica rocked back and forth on Dean's cock. Her romantic fantasies making her heart beat steadily. All the while gazing into his eyes, eyes that captivated her. Erica felt that familiar feeling in the pit of her stomach. It was there from ever since she first laid eyes on Dean. The feelings were intensifying as they fan out through her body. In one swift motion of her hips Erica exploded on Dean's hard member. Dean felt Erica climaxed and swallowed her moans. He can see her perfectly well in the darkened room. He knew she could see him just barely. But he had seen the emotions there, clear as day. And had felt trapped by her gaze. His mate he thought to himself, envisioning her with him for the rest of his life and bearing his children. Her rocking made him feel comforted and loved and when she kept looking into his eyes it took all of his strength not to take the lead in their love making again. He too wanted to show her that part of him. His wolf was satiated and now the human in him wanted to claim his woman. He wanted to passionately make love to her. To bring her to her release and feel himself flow through her body. Still, his heart won the battle as he allowed her to take control and he was rewarded with her climaxing, first. He felt her close about his cock and he finally, came in her again. He was able to enjoy his orgasm this time. The frenzied fuck they had only a few minutes ago nearly made him collapsed from exhaustion. This time he felt his heart beat and his love for her radiate through out his body, opening up to take hers in. While holding her tight he thought, there is nothing better in this world than to feel love and be loved by some one you love. When they were able to utter words again Erica was the first to speak: "I think I need to be getting back to work." Dean only looked at her and nodded his head. She was still atop of him. His knot had long ago retreated, but he couldn't bring himself to pull out of her. It felt so natural to have her there on top of him. She rolled of his lap and off the table. She was getting dressed. Her efforts looking awkward in her haste. "You don't have to go back to work today." he said softly. "You can come stay with me, instead." Erica turned to look at him. He was a tall man with very boyish features. His brown hair with its golden tints was alluring. His masculine body was lean and ripped. But his best attributes were his eyes. They contained every colour brown she had ever seen. From mud to sepia and from amber to whiskey, there was always a colour that accompanied his emotions. Lately, they were dark with a glow to them. It was as if he was trying to hide something from her. Erica didn't know what it was he was trying to hide. She hardly knew the man. Last time, he had told her that he was a werewolf and she just patted him on the back. Not wanting to patronize him, but she just wanted to comfort him. Plus, moments before they had had great sex, it was a persuasive sedative. She saw him turned his head away. "Dean, it wouldn't be fair to the rest, if you showed them favoritism." she said to the back of his head. "Your right, I guess you better get going. I will see you tomorrow." he said to her while turning fully away to pull up his trousers from about his ankles. He hated her rejection and her aloofness. How can she just distance herself like that from me, he thought as he was adjusting his shirt and tie. Just watching her getting dress was bringing his cock back to life again. He had wanted to throw her over the table and take her from behind and bite down to the bone on her shoulder with his fangs. Then he wanted to release his seed deep in her and taste her blood on his muzzle and fuck her again. He slapped his hands over his face and rubbed his face hard. He was trying to erase the trail of thoughts in his mind. Now, his cock was at full mast. Erica took his actions as anger and frustrations. She can see it in his eyes and his demeanor, that he was unhappy with her attitude. Sometimes, when he looked at her while she was working. Especially, when he thought she couldn't see, his eyes would speak volumes. His heart would pour out and his eyes would get bright and shine through his locks. They would turn gold or sepia. Or they would turn amber, when she'd bend over. He would look like he was holding his breath as he sighed with longing and lust that was written clear on his face. Either way she knew how much he wanted her, but didn't know if it was the right thing to do. He is rich and she is poor. He is the boss and she is his employee. Their relationship was even more compromised as she looked like her early twenties and he looked like a teenager. She knew he was older and she could feel it in the way he would fucked the shit out of her, an expert at it, too. But she can't have him walking around with his ID card pinned to his forehead or go around fucking people to convince them that she wasn't a pedophile. There were too many contrasts and she didn't know if she had the strength to over come them all. "Well, I guess I will be heading back then." she said to his back hesitantly turning away. "Yeah, me too." was all he said and got up off the desk to button up his shirt and tie his tie. He had heard Erica fixing herself to leave the room. She left and closed the door quietly behind her. He was glad that she was gone and she didn't ask questions. He was tieing and retieing his tie for the past few minutes, willing himself not to burst from her rejection of him, again. Erica didn't know what to do. This man who was the best fuck of her life actually wanted her. The first time they met was in the caffe where she worked, a couple of weeks ago. She was serving him as usual until her manager came over to her. "Erica that is the man that pays for our salaries. Be extra nice to him!" her manager had said and walked over to him. She did her best to accommodate him and her other guests. He stayed long after everyone had left and asked her to come join him for a cup of coffee. After some time she was on her second cup and he was on his 5th. They joked about him not being able to sleep at all that night. When he asked her if she would like to accompany him to a hotel. Supposedly, he knew they had an all night open gym, where he can work of the caffeine. She ended up inviting him to her place, instead. The ride home made them sit closer together and she became aware of his eyes on her. There was a hungry look in them that made her blush and feel self conscious. When they got through her door he came up from behind and just held her. The act was filled with such longing that she give into him that night. The sex was wild and unbridled. It was filled with lots of passion and sexual positions. She was still amazed at herself for being so flexible and robust. His appetite for sex was bordering on nympho as he kept encouraging her to keep up with him. She couldn't help herself. He touched her in the right places and he was just so hot. Every time she looked at him or his glowing eyes she felt a pull with in to please him. To go ahead and give him what he wanted. She did over and over again. Until it became to much for her and her body couldn't take it. The sun was coming up and she felt raw and sore by their all night affair. He some how sensed this and became aware at what he was doing. His attitude was of that it was natural for people to be having sex for hours on end. He some how looked remorseful as he stopped and pulled out. He was still hard but he just lay next to her and held her at a distance from him. Though she felt relieved, his hard on made her feel guilty. When she had awoken a few hours later, his hardon was still there and she had a hard time leaving him. She did, eventually. The ache between her legs was a reminder. She had left him a brief message on the kitchen counter. It was by far the best work out she had ever had and the memory of her trying to move that day remained fresh in her mind. Every part of her body had began to ache, later on. Since, then the sparks were always there between them. So, was the dirty looks from her colleagues. Some how they knew about her love affair with the boss but she didn't know how. It was as if they could smell it on her skin. And when she came in with a patch over her shoulder to hide one wicked love bite. Hell froze and she got the third degree burn from everyone. It was hard working when no one was willing to help you. She wanted to talk to him about it or anything else. She just wanted him close, to be there for her. She didn't want to be alone like before. Her days filled with work and her nights with sleep. Erica mind was in a buzz when she entered back into the little caffe. Her uniform was wrinkled and though she tried to wipe herself clean of the sex act. She can still smell sex on herself. It was mingled with both her scent and his. Her face and her body became heated by the thought. She really need to be more careful. There were people at work who weren't to please with her relationship with the boss. She tried in vain to keep it a secret, but it just takes one look at him, while he was looking at her and even a blind man could tell that there was something going on. It hasn't been easy for her, either. It was not as easy as she thought it would be to ignore someone who looked at her that way. She always felt the need to look back at him or just go to him. But the kitchen clank and the angry mumbles kept her head away from his table and on her work. Dean returned back to his sitting area. He always took the seat the furthest back in her working area. The caffe was a U-shaped design. The arms as it were of the U-shape held the seating area while the underside was the kitchen area. She had the right side to the back section. It was close to the kitchen and she was happy about the fact. During summer the seating further away from the kitchen would get more customers, because of the windows that were along the arms of U. But winter brought them back closer to the kitchen where it was more warm and the seating were packed close together. Dean took the seat to the right and furthest away from her customers. The table was too close to the kitchen door and not much guest like to sit there. She found out later the reason why she got that area and it was because it was a spot for newbies. It was close to the kitchen and small. So, it was easy to oversee and no one likes to serve the boss, who likes sitting in that area. Plus, you didn't get much tips and the kitchen could see clearly how well she was doing. Now it was a death trap. Everyone had to pass through her seating to get to theirs on the right side and they were giving her hell. She was slow and she took long to move out of the way. The kitchen wasn't to keen on putting up her orders on the counter on time, seeing that she had it way too easy and the rest were so far away. And always there was something to criticize about her work ethics. If it weren't about her movement, it was then about her appearance. It was relentless and she was feeling even more insecure about herself than before. And poor Dean wasn't helping her when ever he came around. If he would only stop looking at her. She thought about breaking it off all together with him, but the thought made her heart heavy. Dean & Erica Dean returned to his seat close to the kitchen. He came out of the back room he was building to turn into an office. His was no where near this caffee and he wanted to be close. Plus, it would be a nice place to have Erica in, morning, noon and night. She would come in work early and they would have morning sex. Then during her break a quick quickie and then after work a long love session to wind down the day before they left to go home and make more love there. He can picture himself listening to her talk about work while she was taking his clothes off and he would nod at the right time all the while removing hers. They would have sex on top of his desk, while she kept talking away. And as she start to feel good she would shut up and climax and then really pay attention, as he took her for the second time. He grinned to himself. He would be glad to hear her talk about her day or anything but this silence between them was driving him mad. He always sat in her seating to get her attention but she kept to herself. Even when there was nothing to do, she would always find something to do. Just not to come over and talk to him, he felt. It was confusing to him. It felt like she was avoiding him like the plague. Only coming to him when he gave her a nod. That was if he caught the attention of her eyes. His wolf growled at him and then stretched out. He felt himself stretching along with his wolf. They both felt wearily and tired of themselves. From the moment they saw Erica they both knew that she was their mate. They had wanted her like the dead wanting life. They had been patient with her and not at all hastily with their courting. They knew it would take some trust and convincing on their part to show her where she belonged. They had waited and were rewarded for their patience. When she opted for him to come over to her place, instead of going to an hotel. He was surprised and his wolf was eager. That and the amount of coffee he had in his system made him euphoric. In the back of the taxi they rode in. Her close proximity to him made his wolf pace. There was electricity coming from her and his body reacted to it. He had wanted her there in the back of the taxi cab, but relied on his patience. His wolf wasn't having much of it but it knew their reward of their patience. They were going home with their mate. When they got into her apartment and he smelled her scent engulfing him. He couldn't hold back and went to her. His will to have her submit to him stomped out his pathetic 'patientce' logic. He had held her as if she was already his and made love to her as if she was already one of them. He took her over and over again. No matter how he had twisted and bend her, she moved her body to his imagination. There wasn't enough of her he hadn't yet had. She had a new taste and feel to him. His insation grew with each thrust of his body. He had wanted to cover himself in her scent and bury himself deep in her body. His wolf was frustrated at not being able to taste her the way he had wanted. His human form dulling his wolf senses and he couldn't quit feel or taste her. His wolf was about to 'feel her'. When she let slip a moan that came out pained. She sounded hurt. He stopped himself and his wolf but his wolf senses were already in place. He really felt her then. Her body was quivering and inside of her vagina had felt raw, different. In the semi dark his eyes could see the slight pained expression she had on her face. He glanced quickly at the clock and saw what time it was. In the next few hours she had to be at work and she needed her sleep. Not to mention, she was not one of his kind and she wasn't strong enough to handle their pace of love making. Sex for them was the way of life and it made their wolf feel at ease. His own was right now on edge but the sight of his mate made him retreated. He didn't want to hurt her, just claim her for his own. He pulled out of her and his body protested. His wolf was trying to convince him that if he went what slower with her, she would understand, because she was their mate. And then they could make love to her and submit her to their will and their ways. He moved away from her body and a relieved sigh came from her lips that silenced his wolf. He felt remorse and shame at his behavior as he held her close but still far from his body. His wolf still howled for her and his body still exuded with his longing and want for her. But he stayed put, condemning himself to the ache he had felt, after leaving her body. The next morning when he was going to explain to her what had happened last night. She had already left leaving a note behind. It only said to have a nice morning and there was breakfast in the fridge. No 'I love you's' or 'It was fun last night' type of message. Just a short, to the point and brief message which spoke volumes. Dean's ego was crushed. He felt as if he took only his pleasure and forgot about hers. It had to be good for her, too, right? his mind asked. But it was enough to make him stay away from her, for a while. But no wolf could stay away from his mate, once he knew who she was. With much reluctance and shame, he had returned. This time he was more patient than ever, but he was still human, prone for mistakes. And his wolf wasn't helping much. He saw her come over to his table and his wolf lept up inside him. Here comes our mate, he thought while Dean tried to relax his body. "Would you like something to drink or eat, Sir?" said Erica. He winced, he hate when she called him like this. "Nah, I am fine." he said with a big smile. She turned to leave but he couldn't just let her go, yet. "How's things going?" he said hastily. "Oh,..." she said turning back to him. "Well, if you are talking about work." she said with a smile. "It's going slow. But I hope that during winter it would pick up. I was thinking about asking someone to take over my seating so that I can get a chance at the tips. Other than work...what about you?" she said worriedly. "What do you mean what about me?" Dean asked. What the hell did I do wrong again, he said to his self. Why the hell would she want to change seating? For more tips? I can pay her more or tip her more. Anything that she wants. I will not see my mate go wanting. "Well, I scratched you." she said timidly. "Huh?" she scratched me. When? I didn't feel anything. "During our lunch break. When we were in the room. I saw that I scratched you across your stomach." she said shyly. Dean really had to sit back and think hard about their encounter. He had more visions about her and the sight of her slightly changing. He remembered how she had made him feel, but there wasn't a flicker of pain from his body. Unconcernedly, he rubbed his stomache. He felt his skin tingle. He knew by now that the scratch marks were healed and probably within a second will disappear all together. So, she had scratched him, he thought. He wished he could see the thin lies and revered in their meaning. Her small temporarily brand of their love making. "Those things you are talking about?" he said pointing to his stomach. ''Not to worry, I like that. Besides I didn't notice until now that I had them." Erica had felt a gush of heat flood from her crotch. For some strange reason the thought of marking him had turned her on. She wanted to grab him by that ridiculous tie and tug him back to the room they had just come from. She just had to have him again and scratch him some more on his body. Maybe, a hickey would be fun to place on him, she thought. It was getting hard for her to stand there and just act normal. Her body felt on fire. "Do you need anything else." she said again. Dean sure did take his time looking at her from head to toe. As if he was seeing her for the first time. To Erica's dismay his already glowing eyes darkened and his face stiffen in shock surprise. He was lusting after her. It was written clearly on his face. "Sir, do you need anything else." she asked one more time. Hoping he would answer. Her face felt hot and people were beginning to stare. After a long silence Dean finally said: "Why are you turned on so much?" "I...I gotta go, Sir. " was all she could mustered before turning away. His deep voice made her heart beat erratically. When Erica was safe behind the kitchen door. She let out a deep sight. Everyone else held their breaths. She looked at their tight faces and became defensive. Why were they all looking at me like that, she wondered. "Can I help you guys?" she said. "Yeah, go take a shower!" said Brain angrily. "How about going home for today, Erica. I don't think you are in any state to work this evening." said Jamie with a tight face. "No problem, I got the easy seating anyways." said Erica turning to leave. "Oh yeah, by the way, Erica! Tomorrow, be in early, we need to talk." Jamie said still tight faced and stiff. "Sure..." Erica said not turning back. Dean was sitting with an expectant expression on his face. When she passed him she knew what he was thinking about. He probably hope to have another roll in the hay with her. She looked at him and his glowing eyes. They were always bright and glowing with affection. They were gold now. His brown hair fell in his face and covered most of his features. But his eyes and smile were eye catching. Today, he wore a white long sleeve buttoned shirt with a black tie. It matched with his black and white tweed pants and black leather belt with black loafers. His matching blazer was swung over his chair. He looked expensive and confident. Though his shirt was wrinkled it only add a mature edge to his boyish looks. He didn't have that look a young man would have that shows of innocence and eagerness. There was a calm and an in-check attitude to his face and demeanor that made him look so mature. But still he had a fresh face and his body was slight and lean. Not all a man's body with girth and sturdiness, more that of a boy with lean muscles and slender litheness. Still, he had the frame of a man. He was tall and broad shoulder, but he needed more years to fill it out. Dean's smile was slipping from his face but his eyes still glowed. When she grabbed her things, the golden colour died to amber and finally to brown. She felt his eyes fallow her as she left the caffee without giving him so much as a backward glance. She knew she had hurt him. She felt it in her soul but her soul was warring with her. He is too young and too out of my league, she said to herself over and over again. And by the time she reached home, it took all her strength to not start packing and move in with him all together. After she regained her composure. She dredged up every detail of her conversation with Jamie. It felt like a personal attack and Erica didn't like it at all. She really need to stop seeing Dean. He was all wrong for her and his affection was misplaced. He needed to be with some one his status and age. Her mind chewed on this, but her body rebuke it with every cell. There was a strong connection between her and Dean. One that couldn't be explained. Her questions went unanswered and she was able to fall asleep, after some time. She dreamt about the last time they had made love. They had that afternoon went out to have lunch together but ended up eating each other out. She had drank a considerable amount of his seed and he was patting his stomach with a wide satiated grin on his face after lapping up all her juices. Later that day, they met up at their usual spot. The hotel, he had first recommended. She had remembered very clearly how they had entered the room and tore each other clothes off. While he sniffed her hair and licked his lips. His kiss felt like he was sucking and exploring her tongue to find himself somewhere still in her mouth. His hands were locked in her hair and she was desperately trying to remove the remainder of their clothes. When the task was done. He had stopped to admire her. His eyes glowing with passion. He had walked up to her and had made her sit on the edge of the bed. He had cupped her face in his hands and she had said that she loved him. His eyes swam with emotions, the colours hypnotising her the more she looked up into them. Her mind twisted with guilt knowing, she didn't mean what she said. She love to have sex with him not that she was emotionally in love with him. And then the entire atmosphere had changed. It was as if she had unleashed a feral caged beast. His whole demeanor had turned into that of a crazed man. He wasn't loving, but possessed. His body tensing as he pushed her back on the bed. She looked up at him as he came over her, stalking his prey. Slowly, he moved to her and she moved back. Eventually, there was no where else to go and he was moving over her body while gazing into her eyes. He had stopped at her belly to sniff her skin and licked her navel. She shuddered under the wet tongue. He had moved up her body, taking licks and sniffs here and there, nibbling her nipple and sucking it hard before taking her mouth possessively. He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth and flatten himself over her. She felt him nudge her knees aside with his and she opened her legs, eagerly. He had growled when she did that. Her heart had stopped at the sound. Fear rising in her blood making her blood run cold. She had never heard him made such a sound. His eyes that had never left hers, changed colours again. They were to bright and to big. His entire lens taking up the white as he searched hers. She had broken their kiss and tried to move away from his body. He only looked at her with a smile, her struggles were futile in his strong hands. When her legs hiked up to push him away, he had only grabbed them. He suddenly flipped her over and pulled her back against his body. She felt trapped against his body as it crushed hers. His hands gripped her hips and she felt inescapable. He leaned off her just enough to move to lock his legs over hers, keeping her in place. She was thrashing and struggling under his weight. She was pulling at the sheets and he had grabbed her wrists in his one large hand. With the other he moved it over her wiggling body and slapped her ass tauntingly. She moved even more as he slid his hand between the crevice, stopping at her drenched pussy. He slid his middle finger roughly into her vagina, snaking its way deeper in. She had felt him pushed at her walls, coating his finger with her juices. At first he moved in slowly with his finger. The lubricated digit coming out to find her clit and to snake back in causing more juices leak from her. Suddenly, he added another finger to then thrust harshly into her wet orifice. She had moaned at his doings. As his finger moved violently back and forth into her. Until, the entire region was slick with her moistness. He had grabbed her hips pulled her up slightly from the bed and thrust his cock swiftly into her wet pussy. She had cried out softly to the room and turned to look at him. He was holding still. His hand at his face as he was sniffing his finger. He looked at her while he took it into his mouth. Her fear long dissipated by his sexual acts and bewilderment took over. There was no guessing to what he would do next, but she knew she was fucked or was at least going to be. Dean had leaned over to her ear. She craned her head to the side to hear what he had to say. And before she knew it he had thrust his tongue into it. She had moaned and moved her head away from the invading tongue. Her ear felt wet and her pussy quivered around his cock. He had laughed at her and then began to thrust long and hard into her. His body slamming over and over again against hers, claiming her with every thrust. The sound of her moaning with each thrust was accompanied by the noise their bodies made each time he slammed his hips to her ass. She had felt his cock enlarging inside of her pussy. She thought he was about to have his release. It came to a point where he couldn't pull out far enough to thrust back in, hard enough. He'd kept giving her quick bursts of shallow thrusts. Each stroke a gyration of his hips over her ass. Her legs were slightly bent at the knees, to elevate her body some what to his hips. Her back was bowed as she stuck her ass up in the air to receive more of his thrusts. Tension began to build between her legs. His hands were gripping the bed sheets that she had held. No longer necessary to hold a willing body down. His moans had turned into groans till they were guttural grunts. Almost as if he was growling, again. She couldn't last much longer and she had hoped he neither. But his thrusting sped up and his hands grabbed her shoulders. Her head moved to the side when he began to lick around her ear, teasing the sensitive edge. She couldn't keep up with his movements. His thrust were hot and fast with each solid movement of his hip. She had felt short burst of fire lept out in her belly when he hit her cervix, head on and climaxed. He had yelled his pleasure in her ear, before biting the area between her neck and shoulder. She was coming too and had felt the bite. It was an extra stimulus for her. It had caused her to climax, multiply. Erica awoke to see the first streaks of dawn coming in through her window. The dream still fresh in her mind and so was the ache deep within her. That night he had told her to remain still so he could finish his orgasm and get his body under control. But the more he kept licking her wound like an animal caring and tending to a wound of his partner. The more she would shiver and push against him, wiggling sultry against his hips. He had laughed and slapped her ass for one last time. His arms embraced her, holding her body close to his. He was leaning on his side to take some of his weight off of her. He kissed her as far as his neck could allow and held her some more. Never had she ever felt so loved and cared for, like that night. He had remained long in her body, but she didn't mind. He didn't pull out of her and she had fallen asleep with him looking at her and her shoulder with a smile. It was time for her to get up and get ready for work. She had already practised her speech and was prepared to tell him goodbye. On the walk to her job her heart kept pounding. She realised that she had really no idea about this man and that was the reason she had to give him up. It just felt, too right. Something this good always ended bad for her. There was nothing good left for her. Her mother had died at the hands of her father. He didn't have to hit her, but him calling her a worthless bitch, was enough. Her mother spirit had died by his words and so had the beautiful stories that she had once told. Later in the years, her body had fallowed her spirit into the after life. When they had gotten poorer and she had gotten ill. Her mother didn't want to leave her behind. She had found out later it was because of fear for her father. He had strongly believed that little Erica could take the place of her mother in every sense. She remembered how he had tried to coax her into bed with him. The same bed that her mother had laid in till her death. Her father was way to cheap to buy a new one. Erica had run away as far as she can. When she was 14, she was placed in a foster home. She had always kept to herself, though she tended to others. She enjoyed taking care of the younger children and living with so many under one roof was a novelty. She loved every bit of it. And she had hoped to have a big family of her own to take care of someday. So, now as she entered the caffe, she wondered, what kind of family Dean have and would like to have in the future? It was already a buzzing with life by the time she entered into the caffe. Everyone was about getting the caffe ready to receive its customers. And as usual everyone ignored her like the day before. She was already used to their attitudes, but not to Sylvia's. Sylvia was looking at her. Something she usually didn't do unless it was to turn her nose up at you. Dean & Erica "Well, I heard that you will be having a little chat with Jamie this glorious morning." she said with sarcasm. "Yep, and I can't wait. I like talking to Jamie alone. No outside influences." Erica replied cheerfully. Erica went about doing her work. Everyone wanted to know when she and Jamie will be having their early morning meeting. Erica was going out of her mind with the wait. Sylvia was the first and only colleague of hers that she considered as a friend. The rest kept to themselves. From the beginning they kept her excluded from the group. She wasn't deterred by their behavior. After all she was reared in a foster home, and making friends on the first try wasn't the way to go. First, you must observe and seek out the leaders of the pack. Quite quickly, Erica had uncover the pecking order. For the men, it was the chief cook Brain and for the women the caffe's administrator Jamie. They were stark contrast, but very much in love. Jamie was a quite woman with a level head. While Brain was quick tempered and loud man. She wore tailored suites and he plain shirt and jeans. But they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. Which came as a shock to Erica. One would think that he would be either yelling at her or she would be snobby and standoffish towards him. Instead, they would embrace each other and play with each other's hair. Once Erica had spotted them breathing each other's scent in. The way the atmosphere had felt was as if she had caught them doing something very intimate. But on the first day, Sylvia had came to her. She was a tall woman with short spiked brunette hair. Her body was muscular. Not the body builder type but the Amazon type. With her long legs and lean body. Erica had felt some attraction to her. Sylvia was a no nonsense person and received the respect from others. Her attitude demanded it and she was easily offended when it wasn't given. Sylvia was the caffee's manager. Dean and her would meet up once in a while with Jamie to review the caffee's finances and development. It was because of one of these meeting, she saw Dean for the first time. He was sitting at one of the tables ahead of the caffee. The table was by the window and the glare of the sun hid most of him. Even from a distance he looked young. She thought to herself he was probably the owner's son and was sitting in on behalf of his father. Later, she found out that he was in fact the owner and was 23 years old. For her he looked like he was 17. She was very curious of her boss and now seeing him this close made her even more curious. She saw him a couple times of times after that but he had paid her no attention. Not like she had the chance or the opportunity to get even close enough to him. She had enjoyed watching him from the distance either way and her heart would do somersaults when ever he glanced towards the kitchen. Finally, on one cold rainy afternoon, when he came to sit close to the kitchen to steal its warmth. She had served him. He had looked at her then. Almost a week and half later this is where that look had brought her. She will loose her job and him. Still, it didn't bother her. No one liked her and they didn't like the idea that she was screwing around with the boss. Sylvia was the only one that always had her back. She didn't like the idea either, but she had a could care less attitude about the situation. But today, just by looking at her face, she did care. And today wasn't going to be like the other days. Today she was willing to give up her job to save her heart. Jamie stepped out of the office then. It was the door next to the one everyone used to enter the kitchen. "Erica!" was all she said. Erica went after her. Jamie's office wasn't much. It was first a storage space but everything was moved to the basement below. And now the cramped area with all of its shelved walls looked dull. She saw that Jamie tried to decorate it with pictures and plants between the books and legislators on the rows of shelves. She had once suggested to Dean to coming here to have sex. But lucky for her, he flat out refused such a notion and started to build his office on the other side of the kitchen near the bathroom. It was a convenient location. They could use the bathroom immediately to clean up after themselves. Jamie sat behind her desk and begun shuffling papers around on her desk. Erica saw her folder flopped on top of the pile and before Jamie said anything. Erica spoke up. "I think it is best for me to stop work here." said Erica. "And I couldn't agree with you more. Erica, everyone is having a hard a time with you fucking our boss." Jamie said accusingly. "I didn't know it was of everyone elses concern." Erica shot back. "Well, now you do. I am sorry, Erica. You just don't fit in with our team. When Sylvia was hiring new employees. I feel her personal interest got in the way of her better judgement." said Jamie finally. "In other words if it were you, you wouldn't have employed me." Erica said accepting this information. It seemed logical to her. Erica had always felt a weird vibe about Sylvia. Like the woman had wanted to posses her. Like she wanted to own her. At work Sylvia was always there, taking bathroom breaks and getting stuff from the storage. Always on the work floor and never in her office. Erica was beginning to wonder if the reason why Sylvia was so industrial was because she wanted to keep track of her. To see what she was doing and if she was doing it with Dean again. Time clicked by like it usually did and Jamie kept her lips tight. On a day like this you look forward to end and Erica wanted it over with. "Ok, thanks for the faith and I would like to stop work at the end of this week." Erica hope with the next 4 days working and in a good seating she might make enough tips to last her for a month. She was prepared to work her ass off. Jamie smiled and said: "I want you gone by tonight." Slowly, Erica kept the clock under watch and cursed its face. It was moving at the speed of light. Her seating was empty as usual and everyone sat in front of the caffee. She cleaned around and did chores for the others. But she was quiet and lost in herself. And when the door bell rang for another customer. Everyone notice the tall handsome man but Erica. Dean entered the caffe and notice the change in his staff. They all had their unique scent but collectively smelled of his clan's men. He knew the beta's that looked out over his caffe for him. They were a mated pair and his father's closest friends. They were sometimes a bit meddlesome and overbearing but they meant well. Sylvia was their choice of a mate for him, but he didn't like the tall busty brunette. She looked like a sexy guy for him. He moved to the back of the caffe and sat in Erica's seating. He saw her moving about but soon she will come to him, she had to. He was the boss and a customer, she had to serve him. Yesterday, left a bad feeling in his gut. After he had told her about her scratches and that he had liked them. He had smelled her arousal. It took all of his strength to keep him there in his seat. He was at first shocked by the sudden change in her body but none the less his wolf had liked it. I guess I am not so bad in bed after all, he thought to himself. Dean had wanted to mate with her. He could care less about what others thought about their relationship. He remembered when he first had met her. He came to sit here to get away from the cold. He was expecting one of his pack members to serve him when he smelled the human girl. He saw red. Her curled red hair was braided tightly behind her. She had beautiful green eyes that sparkle. Her white skin looked soft and vibrant like the rest of her. Even under the ugly waitress uniform, anyone can see that this woman was well proportioned. Her ample breast looked large and rounded like her hips and her small waist looked breakable. The obvious hour glass figure, this woman walked around with, was making his mouth water and his hands itched to touch. To his wolf, she looked ready to carry his pups and to slake his lust. They hadn't had sex in a while and he was planning on it this afternoon during her break. His mother had smelled Erica on him one day and was worried about him. She wanted him to have a family of his own and not play around so much with the human girls. She strongly believed, like everyone else, that in order to be happy you need have to have a family of your own. A wolf can only be happy with a mate and pups. He thought back on his family life and he strongly disagree. His father the alpha male of the Wyndham pack was stubborn and dominant. Because of his nature there was not much offers for the alpha bitch role. Women wanted to fill the slot but not his bed. Finally, a small poor neighboring pack 'offered up' their only bitch. His mother, Jenna. Jenna was the onliest bitch in a pack of 9 wolves. The alpha male being her brother helped kept the rest away from her. Eventually, it was not easy serving 8 hungry wolves and the pressure to stay out of the Wyndham radar wasn't helping either. It was a patrolling wolf that heard his mother's screams. The wolf fend off 8 werewolf's in his lonesome. The wolf took his mother and brought her back to the den. He cared and tended to her there. When she was better, they mated. A few years later she was heavy with his pups and Dean was one of them. He remembered growing up with his sibling and those were the best years of his life. His innocence and naivety kept him from realising the loveless mating their parents had. It was in his teenage years that it came to light. Why they hardly touch and if they did. It always came from his father side. He remembered going to his parents chamber and heard her, his mother, crying and whimpering. He had ran through the chamber door and saw his father forcing himself on his mother. His father was behind his mother, who was crying in the blanket and his father's face was filled with lust and determination. Dean shook his head. It was because of that sight it made him a very patient man. Though he was desperate for his mate, he didn't want to put Erica through such a life. He didn't want to see her always walking around with the fear of your mate and his bed. No, he wanted Erica to come to him and love him. Though his wolf flagged a tail at this annoyance. He agreed with him. They wanted their mate desperately enough, but they weren't willing to put her through something she doesn't want to be a part of. The thought of this made his worries doubled. He looked over at where Erica was busying herself. She moved very stiffly and automatic. Like, she was lost in her thoughts and that was why she hadn't notice him, he figured. Jamie came out of her office by then and called Erica over. Dean was going to tell Jamie that he was going to take Erica out for lunch today. He wanted to get Erica into a hotel and maybe persuade her to come live with him, after their lovemaking, of course. This way he can better monitor her change and mate with her when the time came. He tried convincing himself that this was the reason why. They were going to ask her to come stay with him, to help and protect her. But both him and his wolf knew that they secretly wanted to sleep with their mate in the same bed and awake with her by their side, in the morning. He didn't like it when she had left him a small note behind. Breakfast in bed sounded desirable, especially if Erica was on the menu, he thought to himself. "Well, I can see that you are busy helping others, but that is no reason to neglect your table, Erica! Especially, when we have such an honorable guest sitting in your seating." Jamie said with a motherly smile. Dean was oblivious to the snide comment as he was focused on his future mate. She stood still and continued to look at Jamie. That was when he notice that Erica was looking at Jamie with fire in her eyes. If her eyes weren't green they would have turned red. And they were turning red as she silently began to cry. Dean sat rooted to his seat. This wasn't happening. Not here and not before him, when he could do something about it. He got up to go to Erica, but Jamie tugged at his sleeve. "Let her come to you don't go to her." said Jamie looking at Erica. Dean sat down. The words turning in his head as they hit his heart hard. He really wanted Erica to come to him. Just come here and tell me what is wrong, Dean screamed at her through his mind. He watched Erica and he realised that all this while she hadn't turned to look at him. She only stood there with tears streaming down her face and a cleaning cloth turning in her hands. Dean heart began to beat erratic and he felt that he was coming apart. He tried to will with his mind for her to turn and look at him. He sat crestfallen as she turned to leave through the kitchen door. She left the restaurant without a backward glance. Dean mouth fell open at the sight of the swinging kitchen door. "It is hard to find good help, nowadays. I knew that woman was no good from the beginning." Jamie said looking at Dean. Dean wanted to make a comment but he was to busy looking at the kitchen door. Jamie started to talk about the restaurant and how she was planning on putting up a wanted sign in the window. She continued to talk and Dean kept staring at the door. When it finally, swung open. Erica was walking through it with her bag over her shoulder. Dean panicked. His wolf stood on end and wanted to come out. "Erica, where are you going?" Dean said quickly. "I am sorry, but I can't do this anymore." Erica said without looking at him. Dean went to grab her arm but she thrust an envelope in his hand. Dean threw the envelope at Jamie and went to grab for her again. Erica bolted from him. Dean ran after but felt an arm grip his. He turned to see Jamie holding his one arm with her two. He was about to shrug her off when her eyes began to move from left to right. Dean looked around and saw the guests were watching him. He also realise that his wolf was quiet. Dean was shifting. He relaxed and his wolf came back to him. He could hear the pacing of his wolf within him as he calmed himself down. He looked to the door but Erica was already long gone.