4 comments/ 24345 views/ 10 favorites Renegade Wolf By: Faerie_Queene_31 Erm, this IS my first story and I know it doesn't have any sex in it. But we'll work up to that. :P Faerie_Queene_31 * The weather was warm even though it was nearly dusk. Sunlight filtered through trees as Gabriella walked through the woods reflecting on nothing in particular. She looked up at the forest canopy, her dirt blond hair shifting back over her neck. It was always so peaceful being in the forest. Being in the country. All you could hear were the sounds of insects and birds and the occasional large animal. Gabriella loved being on the ranch. Her aunt and uncle owned a large acre farm, miles away from any city. She would miss it when she went off to college. At least I have a few months before I go away, she thought. She was always kind of uncomfortable in the big city. Where people never smiled at strangers and everything was so big. She had been in many large cities, but she could never get over the feeling that they were too big. A noise like an animal in pain rent the air suddenly. Gabriella stopped and stared in the direction that it came from. It scared her. She didn't have any weapons if something like a cougar or wolf had something in its jaws. She bit her lip indecisive, when the cry came again, higher in desperation. She started running toward the noise, crashing through the bushes and foliage desperate to find and help whatever was making the awful screaming. She barreled into a small clearing. There in the middle of the ring of trees was -- well, she didn't know what it was. If she had to describe it, she would say it was darkness. Just pure darkness, but alive somehow. As if sensing she was there it seemed to look up, but it didn't have any eyes -- any features for that matter. It was just like someone had drawn over the scene with black sharpie. Alive black sharpie. She gaped at it, and then noticed that the darkness wasn't what had been screaming. It was what the darkness had been encompassing that had been making the awful inhuman noise. When the darkness had raised its, well, head, it showed half of a human face. Without meaning to, Gabriella took a step forward. The darkness hissed and then hesitating just a moment, it turned and disappeared into the shadows. After staring after it for a few minutes, Gabby turned to the man lying on the forest floor. He was covered in blood. And a fine black mucus substance that's smell made her gag in disgust. But as she moved closer to the man, she realized that his chest rose with the faintest hint of life. Taking in the size of his frame, she bit her lip and then dug in her pocket for her cell phone. She had just barely enough reception. "Uncle, you need to bring the four-wheeler down here. There's -- " She cut off when she realized the man's eyes had opened. He looked at her with pain filled eyes. They were brown with the slightest tinge of yellow. "No --" He gasped with the pain of speaking, but steeled himself, "No hospital." He ground out, painfully. She stared at him, faintly hearing her uncle getting agitated on the phone. "You don't want to go to the hospital?" She asked incredulously. His lips quirked, but his eyes still had the same note of supplication. She was about to refuse. He probably noticed because he half-sobbed out a single word. "Please." She stopped with the refusal on her tongue. She didn't think he could live without hospital treatment. But her aunt had been a nurse. Maybe she could help him. She sighed. And nodded. As if this was the response he had been waiting for, he relaxed and his eyes closed. Suddenly recalling her uncle, she pressed the phone again to her ear. She could hear the rumbling of an engine. The four-wheeler, she realized. "Uncle?" "Gabby, where have you been? Where are you? It's almost dark out! Has something happened? Are you hurt? Why do you need the four-wheeler?" She waited for him to take a breath and told him about the injured man. "Shall I call the police or have you already?" Uncle asked. "He said he didn't want to go to the hospital," She paused, "He seemed quite adamant." "Sounds fishy to me, but let me come find you." He replied. She gave him the best directions that she could and then kneeled next to the man, observing him more closely. He was covered in injuries. There was a gash on his head and several others down his arms and on his chest. His shirt was in shreds from what looked like claws. She thought of the darkness and shivered. She hadn't thought it was really doing anything, but apparently it had done more than she thought. She was almost positive that he wasn't a criminal. Unless he robbed a designer store. He did have a lot of scars though. And a few tattoos. But these were mostly -- Celtic or something like that. She heard the roar of the four-wheeler and her uncle drove headlong through the bushes, braking suddenly when he saw her and the body lying on the ground. He got off the vehicle and walked up. "Hmm." He said, as he looked the man over. "Looks almost dead to me. You sure we shouldn't call the police?" He looked at Gabby. She shook her head at him. "We'll take him to Aunt first." She said. He turned out to be quite hefty, she thought, as she and her uncle lifted the man onto the four-wheeler. He didn't resurface until he was fully onto the vehicle. He gazed uncomprehendingly at her uncle and then turned his dazed eyes to her. "It's going to be alright." She reassured him. "I swear." "It's going to be alright. I swear." Those were the last words he heard and they had almost seemed as if they were coming from underwater. He remembered something attacking him from behind as he had debated which way to go. His first thought was that it was one of the Achai clan. But then he realized this was no human or lycan. It was something completely -- wrong. After it had attacked him, he lost sense of everything, although he had the faint memories of making noise. And then it had left. This had confused him and although he didn't want to, he rose out of unconsciousness. He had opened his eyes to see a young woman, dark blond haired, and her voice like a bubbling stream, talking on a cell phone. Then she had looked at him. Her eyes had been so blue. He thought he had been looking into the ocean's depths. She had a face that showed every thought that she had. Surprise, concern, and curiosity. He had just enough time to relay his fears, to tell her not to take him to one of those hospitals, before his strength failed him. She could have said no. In their world, most people would've taken him to the hospital anyways. But she had looked into his eyes, hesitated and then agreed. And then he had sunk into darkness until they had moved him. He had barely surfaced, seen an older man, and then focused on the girl again. His life source. His strength. She had smiled and spoken, words ringing in his ears. "It's going to be alright. I swear." They had brought him back to the farmhouse. Her aunt had taken one look at his bloody frame and had hurried off, leaving Gabby and her uncle to carry the man into one of the spare bedrooms. Her aunt had come back bristling with antiseptics, bandages, painkillers, and an expert nurse's opinion. "He really ought to go to the hospital, dear." Aunt told her. But she read the look on Gabby's face and sighed. "I'll do what I can." And she did. She found even the smallest cut and put antiseptic on it. She stitched his forehead. She washed him, getting the thin, black mucus off. Only the deep gash on his head was truly worrying. The rest of his wounds were bad but not that bad. His ribs were a little bruised and he had small gashes all over his body, but none were life threatening. There was an odd mark on his shoulder that Gabby's aunt really couldn't understand. It was a perfect circle. Despite all these wounds being stitched and cleaned the man did not wake up. It worried Gabby's aunt, who thought maybe the man had a concussion. To the astonishment of Gabby and her aunt and uncle, the day after they found the man lying in the woods, they walked into his room to find that his wounds were already almost healed. Many of his abrasions and cuts had disappeared, leaving only slight red marks. And the gash on his head had become smaller, less red. Gabby's aunt had been flabbergasted and perhaps -- a little afraid? Gabby helped wherever she could. On the second day, sometime during afternoon, he developed a high fever. Gabby would spend hours holding a damp cold cloth to the man's head. He would open his eyes and look at her uncomprehending. The first time he did this, she shrieked in surprise, causing her aunt to come bursting in. He didn't seem to recognize her though. And he would talk. He would talk in a language that she had never heard before. It was deep, guttural, and rumbling. At first she thought it was German, but she wasn't too sure. Gabby wondered about the creature of darkness. She would sit and watch the man as he panted softly and she would wonder where exactly a creature so frighteningly alien could've come from. She hadn't told her aunt or uncle anything about a darkness. She was half certain she had imagined it. But deep down she knew that she had seen. She just didn't want to admit that she'd seen it. There came a day when her aunt and uncle were gone from the farm. It had been perhaps a week and a half. She was cooking soup in the large kitchen, when she heard a knock from the front door and heard the dogs howling and barking in alert. She wiped her hands on a towel and walked over to the door, reassuring herself that the large rifle, which always hung by the door, was still there. Two men were standing at the door, waiting. They wore non-descript clothing and one had shades on. She looked at them warily and opened the door. At the farm, they rarely had visitors and were wary of anybody they didn't know. "Can I help you?" She asked, addressing the one not wearing shades. He smiled. His smile set her on edge for a reason. His teeth seemed...too sharp, for some reason. "Ma'am." He said, and there was a smooth sliminess to his voice. "We're from the FBI." He flashed a badge. This only made her more suspicious. "What can I do for you?" She said, attempting to be civil. "We've had," He paused, "intelligence that a known criminal may have been seen running into this part of your land." Gabby raised her eyebrows. A know criminal? "What does he or she look like?" She asked, almost as smoothly as the man. He frowned. "He," He emphasized, "is about my height, my weight and he has dark hair and brown eyes." She sighed. "Look," She said, "We don't get many people out here and I'm outside all the time. There's no one of that description except for you and you have blond hair." She raised her eyebrows. "I'm sorry I couldn't help you further." She made to close the door. "Ma'am." The man said with a frozen voice, trying his hardest to be polite, "Would you mind us taking a look on your property?" She fixed him with a look. "I rather you wouldn't, now if you'll excuse me, I'm burning my soup." She said coldly and then shut the door. He seemed startled, but she walked back to the kitchen and gave the already scorched food a stir. She frowned, she'd have to scrub the pot. When she heard the sound of an engine she went to the window and looked out. They seemed to be driving away in a unmarked SUV. She scowled. FBI agents her ass. On the third week, the man awoke and was actually sensible. He looked at her and tried to talk but his throat rattled. She ran and got him water, helping him drink. He watched her, unnervingly. She smiled at him, trying to get him to relax. He watched her lips and a line appeared between his brow. "Hospital?" He rasped. "No." She said, "You told me no hospital, remember?" He stared at her. "You told me no hospital, remember?" He did remember, but he was having a hard time taking it all in. She looked at him, with those eyes, and he knew she was waiting for an answer. "What is your name?" She asked, a small frown on her face. He debated giving her a fake name, but then abruptly, decided to trust her. "Dominic." He said. His voice was raspy and he felt as those he had eaten a load of sand. "Dominic." She repeated, trying it out on her tongue. He watched her lips. They were very pretty lips. They almost always seemed to be upturned in a smile when he saw her. "There were two men here looking for you, Dominic." She said abruptly. He stiffened. Achai. He raised his eyebrows at her, surprised that she hadn't turned him in. "They said that they were the FBI and that you were a known criminal." She smiled. "I was almost certain they were lying. They were too slimy to trust anyways." She looked at him sidelong. "I did google it though." He looked at her confused. Google? "It didn't say anything about escaped criminals running around Idaho." She laughed, "But I guess even the internet could be wrong." His expression cleared. Ah, the internet. She rested her head on her hands. "So?" She asked. "So what?" He asked, rasping. "Are you going to tell me what happened?" He looked at her startled. He hadn't even trusted his own brother enough to tell him the reason he was running. He decided that perhaps he had told her his name, but he could definitely not tell her his true purpose. He had only known her for a few minutes after all. "I was running," He lied, "From some men who wanted to, uh, collect some gambling debts that my brother hadn't paid." She looked at him doubtfully. "In Idaho?" She asked suspicious. He sighed. "It's a long story, but suffice it to say, my sports car broke down on my way to Seattle and I was trying to find a nearby town when I stumbled into your forest." He said. "Why didn't you just follow the road?" She asked, frowning at him. He sighed again. He could almost hate smart people. "Because apparently I'm not that clever." He snapped and then abruptly regretted it and slumped. He was way too stressed. Thankfully, she seemed to understand this. "I'm sorry." Was all she said. And then she left the room. He thought he had offended her, but a few moments later she came back with food for him. And the sight of the steaming meat and vegetables on the plate in her hand made his fangs come out and his stomach howl in hunger. She handed him the plate her expression almost -- amused. He was obviously lying to her, she thought. There were way to many holes in his story. She was initially rather hurt. I saved his life and now he's lying to me? She had thought incredulously. But then when she saw the gash on his head and thought about the men 'FBI', she realized he must have something larger to hide and after all, she thought, he didn't know her that well nor she him. He ate the food she gave him like he was eating his last meal. It was kind of funny watching a grown man's eyes go wide as saucers when he sees a mere plate of stir fry and steak. He also ate four servings. And with farm helpings, that's a lot. "Is there anything else I can get for you?" She asked, looking at him. He shrugged. "Would you like any books to pass the time while you're healing?" She probably shouldn't be pressing him. He most likely wanted rest. After all, his eyes were closed. But now they opened. "No," He said, softly, "No books, but would you maybe bring me a sketchpad?" He asked wistfully. She stared at him and then when he squirmed self-consciously, she smiled. "I can do that." She said. She took the dishes out and left him in his room. She came back a bit later with a large sketchpad and a bunch of different writing utensils. She laid them on the bedside table next to him and then leaned down over him. He started in surprise. She kissed his forehead and her breasts brushed his chest. His breathing quickened slightly, but she was leaning away already. "Rest well." Was all she said. Renegade Wolf Ch. 02 She was attracted to him, Gabby thought, as she walked through the garden looking for weeds. It wasn't just that Dominic was handsome, and he was at that. But his personality was attractive. He had a natural allure. It had been a month since she had found him. He was still very weak, but he was starting to get restless. She could tell. He would look at maps and stare out the window speculatively, longingly. He would look at her strangely from time to time, when she walked in to give him his food or to simply sit with him. She didn't understand those looks, but didn't ask him about them either. Then the day came that she figured out what he was. It happened on the day before the full moon. She woke up to the noise of screaming and was instantly reminded of the day she had been led to him by his cries. She barreled from her room, toward his. But when she opened his door she froze. On his bed was a roiling mass of blankets, fur, and claws. At first she thought some kind of animal had attacked him, but then she realized there was only one thing in the bed...and it was Dominic. But it wasn't Dominic. He was straining and snarling. She could hear joints popping and the sound of snapping making her wince. After what seemed like forever, while she stood in the doorway, the movement stopped. He lay in his bed panting and then, as though sensing that she was there, his eyes opened and moved to her. She gasped. His eyes were the same – a brownish yellow. But his face...it had changed. He no longer looked much like a man, but more like a beast. His nose had lengthened and formed a long muzzle, sharp pointed ears turned this way and that, and his entire body was covered in fur with the ragged remains of clothing on him still. But he didn't look like a true wolf. He looked as though he was in the between stages of wolf and man. A hybrid. He whined softly and she started, moving back. But then something in his eyes stopped her. His eyes were filled with pain. She hesitated a moment and then slowly, walked forward. He watched her, with no expression on his lupine face. She held out her hand and he stared at it for a moment before leaning his head into it and sighing. She relaxed and then sat down on his bed, stroking him. She thought maybe she was in shock. A werewolf? But werewolves didn't exist. Everybody knew that. But when she looked at him, she couldn't deny the truth. He wasn't fully human, that was for sure. After allowing her to stroke him for a while, he gave a jaw-breaking yawn and lay back down, his frame so much bigger now, that he nearly didn't fit. She watched his eyes slit and then lay down beside him. He seemed startled for a moment and then hummed his acceptance. She smiled and drifted into sleep, feeling his fur and body heat warm at her back. *************************************************** She continued to surprise him. He would never have shown her his lycanthrope form had he any choice. But before he had been able to get outside to change, it had overtaken him. And it was horrible. Usually his change was instantaneous and only slightly uncomfortable. But this, this had been excruciating. He winced just thinking about it. His sickness must've affected his change. And he shuddered because it would happen again for another two nights. He looked down at the woman sleeping peacefully next to him. She hadn't woken when the moon had disappeared and he had turned back. It had been a lot smoother than turning into his lycan form, so he hadn't woken her. He remembered her running into his room, but he had been in so much pain that he hadn't looked at her. Not until it was over. The look in her eyes had been frightened and he couldn't blame her. Even his brother wolves would've winced at the painful change. But just as she had begun to leave, she had stopped. She seemed to have realized that he needed somebody, anybody to be with him. To comfort him. And she had. He could still feel her soft hand stroking his fur. She stirred and then cuddled back to him. Her soft body molding into his muscular one. He groaned softly at the feel of her buttocks bumping into him. It had been a long time since he had had a woman. And he was deeply tempted by this one. But lycans rarely slept with humans. Humans were weaker and they didn't seem to appreciate it when lycans would lose control and bite and claw during climax. Sighing, Dominic relaxed back into the bedcovers. Not being able to help himself, he buried his face into her long, blond hair and let himself sleep. ************************************************* Gabby woke up the next morning feeling warmer and cozier than she generally did. She lay for a moment, relaxed, enjoying the sensation. Then she remembered what was different. She was in Dominic's bed. And Dominic was apparently a werewolf. She shot upright and looked around. He wasn't there. She leapt out of bed, thinking maybe he had decided to leave now that she knew his secret. His sheets were still slightly warm though, so he couldn't have been gone long. She ran out of the room and toward the kitchen where she could hear voices and the smell of cooking bacon. She barreled into the kitchen about to ask her aunt if she had seen Dominic when she noticed him. He was cooking and chatting with her uncle. And he was wearing an apron. Her mouth gaped open and she stared. "Are you alright, dear?" her aunt asked, concerned. And Dominic and her uncle turned to look at her as well. She swallowed. "I-I'm fine, aunt." She said, stammering. Dominic grinned, apparently reading her thoughts and she blushed. She noticed her aunt and uncle exchange a look. "Hungry?" Dominic asked her and she managed a faint smile. He seemed a lot better today, she thought. He was still a sickly pale, but it was good to see him on his feet. Perhaps thinking the same thing, her aunt went to take over and ordered him to sit down and rest. "We're going to an auction today," said her aunt, "We'll be gone all day, so you two will have to make dinner. There's steak in the oven." Gabby looked over at Dominic who was licking his lips and she rolled her eyes. It seemed easier to joke about him being a wolf in the daylight. After her aunt and uncle had left for the auction she went to his room and looked in. He was there, sketching. He looked up as she walked in and his lips twitched. He knew what was coming. "So," She said, feeling a little awkward, "What was that last night?" He sighed and put down his drawing. He turned to her. "I'm a lycanthrope." He stated abruptly. "A werewolf." "Is that why you wouldn't tell me why you were actually in our woods?" She asked, biting her lip. "Part of the reason." He said, watching her bite her lip with an odd look in his eyes. "Are you running from other werewolves then?" He looked back at her eyes and there was a line between his brows. "Yes, but I'm not sure they were responsible for that – thing – that attacked me." "You don't know what it was either then?" She asked, surprised. He shook his head. "I thought it was a wolf at first, but," he shuddered, "It was too tentacle-y. It could've been demon..." She frowned. "I didn't see any tentacles." And then she realize what he had said, "Demons?!" He shrugged. "Perhaps because you're a human. And yes, demons. Did you think werewolves were the only imaginary creature that was real?" "I don't know," She said, staring at him, "I'm still trying to get my head around you being a werewolf." He grinned. "You'll get used to it." ************************************************** She was taking it very well, he thought. She would ask him the occasional question, but she was surprisingly calm about it. Her aunt and uncle seemed a bit confused at her change in mood, but didn't comment on it. He was becoming increasingly restless. He needed to get moving or the Achai would catch up with him. They already had been close and on the rare days that he went outside, he could smell their traces. It made him nervous. He told Gabby that he needed to go the Chicago. He would be safe there. She didn't seem too happy about the news, but she helped him chart out a route anyways. He was becoming more and more attracted to her. The way her hips moved when she walked in front of him and the habit she had of biting her lip when she was thinking. She didn't seem to realize how alluring she was. That he was tempted to lick her neck or slide his hand down her side. I have to get out of here, he thought, she's driving me crazy. ************************************************ He was going to leave. The thought made her want to cry. She had never felt so close to anyone. Not since her parent's had died and she had never had many close friends. She would watch him when he wasn't looking. He was so very handsome. Every time he looked at her, she felt an answering response twinge from her center. She would catch herself looking at his hands and daydreaming about how they would feel on her body, caressing. Sometimes she thought he looked at her the same way, but when she couldn't be certain. But she didn't have time to think on it. Because before long, the Achai came. Dominic had told her about the Achai. They were a well-known and ancient pack of lycanthropes. A pack that demanded respect from all others. Like all werewolf packs theirs was a migrating one. And Dominic had had the misfortune of raising their ire. But he hadn't told her what he had done, even when she asked. He had already been on his way to Chicago, he said, where his pack lived or had lived, for it had been a few years since he had seen them. They thought he was dead. He winced when he had told her that, and although she waited for him to clarify, he hadn't told her anything more. It was only a matter of time, he said, before the Achai found him. And he was right. They came about a week after Gabby had found out about Dominic being a werewolf. They had been looking at a map and he was re-examining his route when his head shot up. "What is it?" she asked. "Achai." And with that, he shot off to the kitchen and pulled out some of the lethal looking steak knives. "I have to go now." He said. And he looked at her. Before she knew what had happened, he had gathered her into his arms and kissed her. Hard. After a moment's hesitation, she threaded her fingers into his hair and kissed him back. He made what sounded like a snarl in his throat and turned his head to the side deepening his embrace. His hands slid down her body and he grabbed her buttocks pulling her in closer to his hard body. He could feel her nipples hardening as they pressed against his chest and he broke away from her mouth. He nibbled down her throat and she gasped, gripping his shoulders for support. Then he shoved her away, gasping raggedly. "If I keep on like this, the Achai will catch us in bed." He growled. And she watched as he grabbed up his maps and the backpack they had already packed with essentials for him. "What about me?" She asked, biting her lip. "What about you?" He said, "You'll be safe here, I'm going to lure them away." And with a swift hard kiss that sent her reeling, he stalked to the door and out of the house. She stood there for a few minutes, and then hurried to the window, trying to catch a glimpse of him. But there was nothing. She was thankful her aunt and uncle weren't there to ask too many questions. They had gone to town, a good hour's drive away. Suddenly, she heard howling and her head jerked. A chorus of wailing coming from the forest. Shivering, she backed away and into something hard and unbending. A chest. ************************************************ He melded into the woods like a shadow. His sickness wasn't entirely gone, but he was strong enough now that he would have no problem getting away from the Achai, no matter how good their trackers were. He looked back over his shoulder at the house. He needed to get her out of his system. Hopefully, time away would do just that. He heard howling begin and stopped. It was unusual for wolves to howl like that unless it was under a full moon, during a pack ceremony. It generally meant that blood was about to be spilled. He furrowed his brows. Generally human or were- blood. "Fuck." He said, and spun back around heading toward the house. ********************************************* Renegade Wolf Ch. 03 :) Two large hands came down over Gabby's shoulders and she shrieked. She struggled out of his grasp and stared at the intruder. The man was larger than anyone she had ever seen. He would've had trouble getting through her doorway, she thought, ridiculously. He was covered in swirling white tattoos that contrasted with his skin magnificently. His eyes were the eyes of a predator getting ready to pounce on its prey. But before the man could do anything, a cold voice came from the front door. "Now, now, Darren," it said, "That's no way to treat Dominic's human." He emphasize human as if it were an insult. Gabby turned and saw with a start, that her aunt and uncle's entire living room was filled with people. Some of the men were poking through stuff and, Gabby stared, sniffing things. The rest were staring at her with hostility and disdain. The man who had spoken was, well, boring. She would never have picked him out in even a small crowd of people. He had a normal build and brown hair with a few grey streaks in it. His eyes were a lifeless grey color. "So tell me, human," His dead eyes swept over her once, uncaring, "Where is that murdering dog who calls himself Dominic?" She stared at him for a moment, a moment that was too long apparently, when he swung his fist at her and sent her staggering to the floor. "Get up, human." He said flatly. Eyes watering from pain, and the side of her head throbbing, she slowly got to her feet, feeling the angry stares from everyone in the room. "Where. Is. Dominic." He said, enunciated carefully and raised his fist to make a point. He looks like a zombie, she thought, with his dead eyes and unmoving poker face. She coughed. "I don't know anyone named Dominic." She said and was surprised a moment later to find herself on the ground where the room spun around her. He had amazing reflexes. She hadn't even seen the blow coming. Someone knelt next to her. She cringed as the dead man grabbed her hair in a vice-like grip. "I know," He hissed, "I know, you know, where Dominic is." He wrenched her hair and she cried out. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him smiling. "If you don't tell me where he is, there are a great many horrible," he grinned, "tortures awaiting you. Do you understand?" She took in a shuddering breath, but he didn't seem to want and answer. He stood up saying something that she couldn't discern through her ringing ears. A moment later, the man named Darren hauled her up painfully and dragged her to Dominic's room. *********************************************** Dominic halted on the outskirts of the forest keeping himself hidden. He could smell the Achai, everywhere and the wolf inside him paced angrily. They would not put him on trial for what they believed he did. They would simply kill, without a moments thought. Shadows moved inside the house. Cursing, Dominic crouched. He knew they were in the house. He raked his hand through his hair. He might be able to sneak in, but it would be only seconds before they caught his scent. And then, well, they were trained to kill without notice. And a frenzied were- is no match for a flimsy door. Dominic sighed. He couldn't leave Gabby to them. Last he had seen the Achai, they had had that bastard Kai as tracking leader. And Kai personally wanted to get his claws into Dominic. He moved. Keeping low to the ground, he came up around the house's side, where the windows leading into the spare bedrooms were. Stepping up to one, and wary of movement behind him, he turned his head toward it, listening. *********************************************** Darren shoved her into Dominic's bedroom so hard she tripped and sprawled onto the bed. After locking and listening at the door for a moment, Darren turned toward her, and this time when he swept his eyes over her, they were full of heat. She blanched and scurried away from him, but he sneered and caught her ankle dragging her across the bed. He grabbed her throat in a hard grasp and she could feel the flesh begin to bruise. "Where is that bastard Dominic?" He snarled into her ear. He lessened his hold on her throat, just enough that she could answer. "I don't know." She rasped and then hissed when his hand closed around her again. His other hand trailed down her front and he suddenly grabbed her breast in a vice. She cried out, or would have if she could've made a noise. He smiled nastily at her. "You don't want to find out our torturing techniques for women, human." He grinned in a manic way. She closed her eyes and tried to block him out. It seemed to be working, the man's hand had disappeared and she couldn't even feel his hand on her neck anymore. "Gabby." A slap to her cheek made her look up. "Dom-"A hand slapped over her mouth. "Don't. Say. Anything." He hissed. He pulled her upright. When her feet hit the ground she stumbled over something. Darren. She opened her mouth, but the hand was there again. "Shhh," Dominic said, "He's not dead, jut unconscious." He led her to the window, which she saw was open. "Hurry." She climbed out the window and sank down into the grass. She could hear sounds coming. Getting louder. Dominic climbed out the window with an expression close to being frantic. He hauled her up and he dragged her behind him, toward the woods. Once under their cover, she looked back, just to see the dead man's furious head poking out the guest bedroom. The sight of him boosted her strength to get away and she overtook Dominic, catching sight of his surprised face. Now that she could think clearly, she remembered about the shed that sat in the woods, undisturbed. She headed toward it. He followed her, trying to find out where she was going, in whispers. When the shed was in sight, she pointed. He looked at it blankly for a second and then shook his head. "We can't hide; we have to get out of here." Sighing exasperatedly she grabbed a hold of his hand, trying not to think about how warm and large it was, and dragged him toward the shed. She pulled open the rotting doorway...to reveal an ancient motorcycle. Dominic looked at her. "You're kidding me right? Does it even work?" He asked, incredulously. "Do you have a better idea?" She asked, "You may be able to outrun these crazy psychopaths, but I'm actually not that fit." At the mention of her body, she felt his eyes run down it. His lips turned up a bit in a wicked smile. "It looks perfectly fine to me." He said. She gaped at him, but he had already turned and was running his hands over the motorbike, checking if it had gas and if the key was in it. He grunted, and then looked up at her, "Okay," he said, "Let's get out of here." ******************************************** Dominic grinned. There was nothing, in his mind, better than flying fast on an empty road with a beautiful woman clutching you and resting her head on your back. They had gotten away as well, which might've helped his good mood. They had had a run in with an Achai tracker, but he had been so startled that they had been able to slip past him. She hadn't said anything. Not since they had gotten the motorcycle. It worried him a bit, but he thought it was probably the shock of everything happening. He could feel her hands, clasped together on his abdomen, right above his belt. The thought made him shift. He could also feel her breasts pressing into his back. Warm and soft. "Dominic." Caught in a daydream, he started and promptly turned the bike back into the right lane. "Are you okay?" She asked, concerned. "I'm fine." He said hurriedly. "I'm not sure how long this motorbike is going to last though." *********************************************** As it turned out, the bike had more in it then either of them thought. They didn't stop because they needed gas, but because they needed rest. And food. "That hotel has a continental breakfast." He said, pointing at an Inn. Gabby looked at it, but she couldn't really bring herself to care. She was too tired. Dominic seemed to realize this and pulled into the parking lot. He turned off the engine and she slowly disengaged from her uncomfortable position. Dominic grabbed his bag. After all that happened, she thought dazedly, he still had his bag. Everything seemed to blur together. The clerk looked from Dominic to her in suspicion and she remembered her bruises from the Achai. She tried to smile in reassurance, but this seemed to only make him more suspicious. She watched as Dominic paid for a room, as he lead her to a door on the first floor. "For safety" he said. Then they were in the room and on the bed and she was asleep before she could contemplate the amused, slightly frustrated look on Dominic's face. She woke up slowly, reveling in the warmth. She languidly became aware of a muscular arm circled around her waist, hand resting on her buttocks. But she did wake up quicker when warm lips came down over her neck. He nibbled his way up to her cheekbone. She moaned and the arm around her waist tightened. She could feel the wetness, the heat down at her core, coming alive. Dominic suddenly pulled her up and around so that he was on top of her. He was shirtless and his hair was sleep tousled. He flashed a grin as his hands caught the fabric at the bottom of her t-shirt. His fingers skimmed along her belly causing the muscles to clench in anticipation. Shivers were skating down her back, making her squirm. He slid down her legs and began kissing her abdomen. He slowly slid the t-shirt up, kissing the flesh he uncovered. He stripped her shirt off and reached under her, unclasping her bra. He gazed hungrily at the skin he had uncovered and she flushed, uncomfortable at being exposed. He grabbed her hands when she tried to cover herself and held them above her head. He swooped down and began to ravish her breasts, nipping and teasing her nipples, causing them to harden and tingle. She moaned, low and stirred under him. He continued to abuse her breasts, biting and them kissing the red marks he drew. He suckled them and she felt as though she were going to explode. When he looked up at her, she noticed his eyes had become more yellow, more lupine, more feral. Her jeans, she noticed hadn't been on her when she had woken. He must have removed them whilst she slept. Now there was no barrier except the black polka dot panties that he seemed to find endearing, since he grinned wolfishly at them as he hooked his thumbs around the sides and smoothly slid them off of her. He groaned low in his throat as he bared her clean shaven center and he ran his hands up her silky inner thigh, causing her to squirm. He could smell her arousal as she looked up at him with eyes that were glazed over with need. He hadn't meant for anything to happen, but...with her soft body pressed, lying against him, all rational thought had fled. Now with her writhing underneath him, he didn't think even the Achai could stop him. He watched her as he lowered his head, licking his lips. She was gasping raggedly, her legs tensing in anticipation. She was so wet that he could've sunk into her heat and tightness without a moments notice. Her hands grabbed his hair as his tongue circled her clit, teasing. She could feel his tongue, warm and slick, suckling her, flicking at her clitoris causing spasms of pleasure to race up her spine. She moaned as she felt his fingers slide up into her. She clenched around his fingers as he moved them in and out of her. He leaned up and pressed his chest to her breasts, skin on skin. He began to whisper in her ear as he finger fucked her. "I'm going to have fun with you in the shower. Soaping you up here," he circled her nipple, tweaking it, making her gasp, "Washing you here," He thrust his fingers insider her and she moaned, low in her throat. "And then you get to wash me," He whispered in her ear, and she shivered, "With your hands...and that pretty mouth. All over." The words ended in a groan, as one of the hands in question came down and encircled him. He had divested his clothing long ago, when she hadn't noticed and his cock stood out hot and hard. As if her boldness had cut off all his restraint, he withdrew his fingers and she whimpered her frustration. He growled low in his throat, an inhuman noise, and with a sudden motion, grabbed her hair and hip and thrust, hard, into her heat. She screamed her release as he sank into her. He didn't stop, but withdrew and thrust back, rough and hard. He snarled as he pressed his lips down to hers, cutting off her cry. He ravished her mouth, just as he took her body. He pounded into her body, his hardness pressing into her soft, whimpers escaping her and growls escaping him. He bit down on her shoulder and she arched, clenching around him. He was hurting her, but he didn't care...and neither did she. The pain and pleasure mixed together, causing a fusion of pure ecstasy. His thrust became more violent and she thrust back at him, wildly coupling as though they were animals, intent on the same result. She wrapped her legs around his jerking hips and her nails dug into his back. She could hear the wet slapping of flesh on flesh, as he pounded into her, thrusting in hard, intent on that ever-growing need of release. She felt her climax hit her and she cried out, into his mouth. The clenching of her muscles around his cock sent him over edge. She felt him release, felt the warmth of his seed inside her. He groaned and rested on her for a minute, before rolling off onto his back, beside her. He was panting, and she realized, so was she. He was magnificent, she thought, as she looked at his body, all muscle. He looked over at her and smiled. It was the languid smile of a man who knew he had given a good performance and didn't need any reassurance. Then his eyes widened, slightly. A strange gurgling noise could just be heard over their breath. "Is that –? "She laughed, cutting off. "My stomach." He said, ruefully. "We were-'s have strong appetites..." He leered at her. She pushed his face away and stood up, searching through the mess, for her clothing. He watched her from the bed, his eyes half-closed. "We should do this every night." He said, then, "Every morning as well." She laughed and then stopped and turned to him. "Where are we going anyways?" *******************************************