0 comments/ 23307 views/ 11 favorites Wolfsbane Blues By: Tincat The wind blew restlessly, scattering leaves and dust in its path. Though it chilled, Allie did not pull her coat tighter, or shiver in the dimly lit dusk. The stars were already overhead and she walked with steady resolve along the drive towards her ancestral home. When she had played here as a child, tall sycamores had lined the cobbled path and the wilderness waited only a few steps from the driveway. Now carefully tended hedges and overly green lawn stretched as far as the eye could see. A rose garden grew peacefully along the west veranda of the house. Coming here always filled her with an irrational remorse and anger for the spreading disease called suburbia. All that was missing was a white picket fence and a few obnoxious little dogs called "Muffy" or "Fluffy." Fortunately, this was no longer her home. So she quashed her guilt and continued up the drive, her heels tapping quietly, skirt fluttering just above her knees. The house itself loomed out of the twilight, light flashing from its windows and the muted sounds of laughter and chatter drifted to her. The party had obviously started some time ago. She wondered if it was her father's empathy that had given her a later arrival time or if Emily arranged it so her party wouldn't be spoiled. A sliver of amusement curved her lips. Either way it made them both happy. A familiar singing in her blood told her the moon had just risen behind her. No putting it off any longer. Time to get out of the darkness if she expected to be human for the night. It was always hardest to stop the Change as the moon rose, but once out of the gentle rays Allie could prevent the Change. In a few hours she would be able to keep her humanity with only a small effort, even in moonlight. Her father opened the door quickly as she ascended the stairs. She paused briefly on the porch, just to make sure he realized she was in no hurry. "Hello, father." "You've pushed it a bit late, hurry on inside dear. Sorry we started without you." A lie, but well intentioned. The interior was just as sterile as the exterior. A cleaning crew wouldn't be able to find a speck of dust or grime in this house. There was a very modern, minimalist feeling to every piece of furniture and most of the colors were creamy and light-toned. The den was through the door to her left and that was where the Pack seemed to have gathered. She remembered most of them well, having grown up half a dozen "Aunts" and "Uncles" who had given her plenty of playmates as a child. Some of those playmates were now grown and gathered with the rest of her extended family. The group had quieted as she entered the house and now waited for the inevitable confrontation. "I'd prefer to say that I'm just on time." A lanky blond wearing a classy mint-colored slip broke away from the group in the den and came to join Allie and her father. "Hello, Emily. It's nice to see you again. You look great." The last part was true, but all of them were brimming with health and energy on the moon full. "Alice. So glad you could make it. Won't you join us in the library?" So nice, so civilized. Who said wolves weren't chock full of manners? "Of course. Thank you for inviting me." Standing beside her father's third wife, Allie could tell she was a contrast to the icy beauty of her step-mother. Small and delicately proportioned, she was dark haired and eyed, wearing an elaborately embroidered black on black dress, bright purple petticoats peeking out around her hemline. Even with heels, she was a few inches shorter than Emily. She'd had enough foresight to paint her nails and pull her hair into a loose braid over one shoulder so it wasn't a snarled mess. Her father closed the door behind them and turned to face the room. "Allie, I know that you don't have much interest in Pack matters, but it's important for you to be here for this. Autumn and winter are in the air, and the Pack grows restless." His voice lifted, speaking to the room in general. "My bones are weary, and I do not have the energy to run all night. The moons' call to my blood has weakened and the hunt no longer moves me. It is time for new blood and new leadership." Allie heard the murmurs and could see in every eye that no one had expected to be gathered for this purpose. She herself could see that her father wore a much older face than when last she had seen him. He still seemed vital and solid, but she could see that he meant every word. The thrill of the hunt and the moonlight were fading from him. "Allie, my daughter, is of my blood but is not qualified to assume leadership. Therefore, I must choose my successor." Not that she'd have taken lead of the Pack if it'd been offered to her by any of the Gods. She had been called to a different path early in life, and had followed it willingly into exile. The moon must be smiling on her. Thirteen years ago, at the tender age of twelve, she'd made the decision not to be a wolf. There'd been hell to pay, but it had given her exactly what she'd wanted: freedom. Father had more or less forgiven her, but Emily had looked on her with a disgust that had driven the final wedge between them. "...Not cling to the ways of a dying past. The future is uncertain, but we wolves must adapt to the rapid changes in our territory. No one is more qualified to lead the Pack into the future than Elliot Grey." Grey? Obviously Allie had zoned out for a bit too long. The tension in the room practically dripped from the walls. Elliot came from a Pack several hours to the north. He hadn't even married into this Pack, let alone asked to join it or challenged her father for leadership. Allie only knew of him from the mention he sometimes drew in the financial news. The way her father had talked of him had told her he was a wolf. The financials had come to that conclusion too, but they only knew of his predatory acquisition style. Interesting. Several pairs of eyes were obviously unhappy with this news. Anger quickly replaced the initial shock in some of the younger members of the Pack. Obviously there had been some expectation of an internal promotion. Very interesting. Allie couldn't wait to watch the explosion. A dozen voices erupted at once, all of them hostile and loud. "...Can't just expect us to let an intruder usurp..." "Direct violation of all tradition..." "Completely without precedent..." "No reason to go outside the pack..." And people wondered why she avoided all Pack matters. Well, at least no one remembers I'm here, she thought. It's a good time to slip out and hide in the kitchen. As she tiptoed down the hall she heard her father restoring order, in the usual authoritative manner he reserved for the hot-blooded wolves. She briefly wondered what he would say to calm them and bring them around, but quickly distracted herself with a mental search of where the junk food stash would be hidden. Narrowing it down to three likely possibilities, she slowly and quietly eased the door to the kitchen open and waited for her eyes to adjust to the inky shadows. Directly in front of her sat the stove, and the cupboards above it were her first choice, in terms of ease of accessibility. She had one knee on the stove to boost herself to the cabinet when she got a cold prickling across the back of her neck. Instinct. Knife from chopping block, pivot and balanced fighting stance. Fucking heels and dress... Sanity reasserted itself long enough for her to hook the kitchen table with a foot and pull it between her and the shadow watching her with glowing green-gold eyes. "If you move, I'll gut you as an augury." She couldn't possibly see it, but she thought the shadow briefly flashed a toothy grin. "Dually noted." "Who are you and what are you doing in my kitchen?" Conveniently forgetting that she no longer lived in this house. "If I fail to satisfy your curiosity?" Allie appeared to ponder for a second before she replied, "I scream." She'd barely gotten her threat out before he was in motion. Beautiful, he moved with the grace and speed of a predator over the kitchen table, crowding her against the stove. He gently placed one hand over her mouth. "Shhh..." When he felt the chill of the blade against his back he added, "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just supposed to remain here quietly for a while. Scout's Honor." This close, her suspicions were confirmed. Her lips brushed against his hand as she mouthed his name. Green-gold eyes narrowed, and Allie got a small nod of assent. Since he didn't seem to be inclined to move away, Allie removed the blade from his back and put it down behind her. She boosted herself onto the stovetop and gently nudged him away from her with her foot, careful of the sharp heel. Well, mostly gently. He hadn't resisted, but he was so solid that she used more force than was strictly necessary. Probably because at such close range, he'd been noticeably hard against her stomach. "Well, that answers all my questions. Except for the truly important one, of course." She turned on the stove and reached up to rummage through the cabinets. "What I'm doing here?" "No, where the chocolate is. I skipped dessert to be here, and so far it hasn't been worth it." Success. Definitely a Snickers bar, the shape and feel couldn't be mistaken. She resumed her seat on the stove and concentrated on the chocolaty-goodness in her hand rather than the long sprawl of interesting male on the kitchen table across from her. "Well, it's good to know you have your priorities straight. Are you sure you're not even a little interested why I'm lurking in this kitchen?" Allie pretended to consider his question for a few moments while she nibbled on the Snickers before she shook her head no. As a consolation, she held out the half-eaten candy bar so he could have a bite. And immediately regretted the impulse when he simply sat on the table and watched her. There were a few tense seconds before he leaned towards her and tore off the better part of what was left of the Snickers. The primal awareness she'd experienced since she sensed him in the dark behind her surged again as she watched him eat. She couldn't take he eyes from his mouth. As her eyes became more attuned to the dark, she realized he was more substantial than she'd first though. And she kept remembering what he'd felt and smelled like when he was intent on silencing her. The silence stretched to the breaking point, Allie forced herself to look away and suppress her adrenaline. The moon had her running hot, and hormones were making her blood rush. The candy bar lay forgotten in her hand, and she could tell he had spent the time sizing her up. It was he who eventually broke the silence. "You're not one of the Pack, are you?" "No." Damned if she'd say more on that subject. "Are you here for some particular reason, other than chocolate?" "I was invited." "You must be Patrick's daughter. He told me that you would be a problem." Allie smiled. "I'm flattered. But I can't imagine why he would think that I'd care enough to become one. Pack business doesn't concern me, thus it doesn't interest me." "It probably will when he outlines the plan of succession. Your children will inherit the Pack leadership. Or at least one of them will." "Interesting. You are both aware that I am neither married nor pregnant, right?" Her voice made glaciers seem cozy. "Yes. I wouldn't have agreed to be here otherwise. However, I predict there will be a very keen interest in your sex life developing in the near future, especially among the male members of the Pack. I thought it would be only fair to warn you." "Consider me warned. But I don't think there will be a problem on that front." And now the room felt entirely cold. It was so like her father to try dragging her back into the same mess she had worked to escape. Every time she thought he was past her leaving, he had to try and put her into the same position again. It felt like fighting against quicksand. For a minute she felt a bit disoriented as she absorbed the new information. Though she couldn't feel it through the emotional freeze, she knew her mind was working over every scenario and an epiphany was just around the corner. Before she had really come out of the freeze, her body was moving and she went through the door to the garage. True to form, there were piles of boxes on all the shelves. And she found what she was looking for, a remnant of the time she had lived here, only moments later. As she backtracked to the kitchen, Grey moved into the doorway. She pushed past without really noticing him until his hand grabbed her shoulder and pulled her to a stop. "You're upset. What are you up to?" The words stuck in the back of her throat, so she had to spit them out. "I'm keeping what I've earned. Stay out of my way, this is between me and my father." She dropped her shoulder and slid out of his grasp. Seconds later, she was outside the den, now silent except for her father. "...protect the traditions and heritage of our Pack. New blood will revitalize us and," her father stopped when he saw her in the doorway. She knew her eyes burned in contrast to the pallor of her face. "You couldn't help yourself, could you? No, you've never left me alone or respected my independence before, so I'm not sure what I expected tonight. Every boyfriend I've had was vetted by you and warned off if you didn't approve. Every job I've taken, you've investigated the company. When I went to college, you made sure that campus security was tightened and checked out my teachers' backgrounds. When I go on vacation, I half expect to turn around and see a bodyguard following me. It's insane, like being part of a mob family. "But you've gone way over the line now. I'm not a breeding tool, to assure your legacy. I'm not even close to being ready to have children, and I'm sure not going to stifle any I do have in this circus! "Now, I expect that you have something to say for yourself, but I can't think of a single thing I would want to hear from you. So let me end this by saying that if you or your goons come anywhere near me ever again, I will remind you of the other half of my heritage, most violently." Statement made, fair warning given, she took the cork out of the vial in her hand and made a quick arc, scattering the green dust from her old herb collection into the air. She quickly shut the door on the yells and coughing in the den and made a quick dash to the front door, only to once again find herself restrained and confronted by Grey. He pushed her against the door, "What did you do? What was that?" Gee, she was sure glad that he hadn't slammed her against the door any harder, or she might have seen something worse than stars. "Sage powder, dried for about 10 years in the garage. Non-lethal, but they'll have really clean sinuses before the night's over." And be in no condition to track her down and give her the usual ultimatum. The door to the den started to open, and Allie knew she'd wasted too much time enjoying being sandwiched between a hard door and a hard Wolf. Regretting that she had to, she lashed out with a hand at Grey's throat and simultaneously hooked his ankle to unbalance him. He let her go and stumbled backwards, trying to regain his balance and coughing from the damage to his throat. She easily slipped out the door and into the moonlight, shedding her clothing as she Changed. Good thing she'd left the window to the hotel bathroom open, in a stroke of foresight. Wings clawed through the air and pulled her up into the night sky, the glare of the moon hurting her dull eyes. Grey regained his balance quickly, but not nearly in time to do more than watch. Her form outlined against the stream of moonlight, he saw her clothes detach themselves and was treated to a glorious view of her naked rear. In less than a second, the girl was gone and in her place a small winged beast hovered. A bat... ******* Once she was dressed again, she checked over the room making sure it was clear of all her personal items. And her prints or scent, masked by cleaning solutions. True, the Pack knew where she lived, but they also knew better than to trespass on a Witch's property. And Pack lore held them from entering the domain of another shifter unless invited. A few might try anyway, but Allie knew how to handle herself and what she claimed as her own. Sudden knocking on her door caused her to swing her head around. No one but no one should have known where she was. A peek through the peephole, safer than giving away her presence by asking her caller to identify them self, put her looking into another eye, distorted by demagnification. A very familiar green eye. "What do you want, Grey?" If he expected her to open he door, then too bad for him. "A quick explanation of that very tense and heated scene I was just treated to. And to apologize if what I said upset you and made you leave the party early. And to return your clothes. So if you'll just open the door, we can get this over with..." "I'm not in a mood to discuss anything. And you can leave my clothes for me at the font desk. I'll get them when I check out." "Alllliiiicce... I'm busy tonight and I'd really prefer to talk with you before you head home and cut off all communication with the Pack, myself included. Don't take your temper out on me, I'm not the one you're angry at." True. Not that she had to tell him that he was right, he already knew. And he was really cute. And she was still hot from the Change. Bad idea, bad... "Ok, five minutes. No complaining." She opened the door and held it for him as he came in. She could tell he was running hot, too, though he clearly hadn't changed. Dangerous. He had her dress and accessories neatly folded in his hands. Crossing the room, he placed them with her packed bag. "So do you mind telling me what minefield exploded underneath me?" "Not much to tell. My father and I rarely get along. Diverging philosophies, I guess you could say. He sees me as his legacy to the world, I see me as my own person, independent of him and the Pack. Occasionally those ideas collide, and I storm out telling him never to contact me again. He sends his mutts after me and makes sure I'm safe and watched, before he brings out the big guns and guilts me into some form of connection where he can pressure me into doing what he wants me to do. Repeat, ad nauseum." "Well, then." He seemed to be at a loss from her honesty. Apparently he though it would be difficult to get answers from her, but he underestimated her sense of self-preservation. She wanted him out of the room before she raped him. If a person could rape the undoubtedly willing. As it was, the bed seemed to be getting entirely too big for the room. When was the last time she'd been this sex crazed, even with the full moon? "I guess I can't talk you into giving your father another chance and making nice for the ceremony on the dark moon." She could barely hear him over the staccato of her heartbeat. "No." Shit, would he just get the hint and get out while the getting was good... But jumping his bones would probably be better, maybe even best. She could practically see him naked and under her, sweaty and rigid. She looked away from him. "I'm not going to be any less pissed at my father by the new moon. Sorry to ruin your ceremony. I think we're done here." "Not quite. I have to apologize. I dropped your father's plans on you with no warning and no consideration." He moved closer and she could smell him. Slightly musky, very earthy and scrumptious. She held very still as she realized he was going to touch her. Grey lightly put his hands on her shoulder. Her knees went a bit weak, "I'm sorry, Allie. Please forgive me." Wolfsbane Blues Ch. 02 Author's note: Ok, we all know sequels are never as good as the original. I'd planned on leaving the first story as a stand-alone, but got talked into a second one. I'd like to thank all the people who took the time to send me positive feedback. Hope this one lives up to your expectations. ~Cas ************ Allie eyed the ringing phone on her desk much as she would have watched a scorpion. She briefly pondered ignoring the imperious noise and continuing her work as if nothing had happened. Unfortunately, the better half of her nature won out and Allie flipped the phone open to answer it. "Yes." Not a question or an invitation for conversation. "Yeah, it was good for me too. Now are you going to be snippy and make me call back later?" Grey's voice was particularly warm. She could tell he was in a teasing mood. Teasing was good, and her mood brightened considerably in anticipation. "Bitchy, actually. But I'm waiting for you to say something before I rudely hang up on you. What's up?" "Well, that's comforting. I thought you agreed we weren't going to ignore each other. I also thought I could bribe you into a good mood by offering to feed you." She let her voice go slightly husky, "Depends entirely on what you're planning to feed me, sunshine." As innuendos went, it was hardly subtle or clever. Fortunately she was only interested in keeping his mind firmly in the gutter and away from pesky details like reconciling her with her father, or any other Pack business. Subtle and clever were completely unnecessary. "Well, when you put it that way, I can pick up Chinese and be at your house in half an hour..." "Anticipated that I'd say yes?" The drive was closer to an hour, not that she'd obsessively stalked him online to find out where he lived or anything. A girl has a right to know basic information on guys she sleeps with, she assured herself. "Well, I anticipated that if you said no, I would show up anyway and impose on your hospitality. After all, we're practically kin. And you like me, remember?" What exactly she liked remained unspoken. No need to be tacky, when they could be mutually admiring each other shortly. "Oh yes, I'd almost forgotten that part. Liking you, that is. But since I do like you, why don't you come into my parlor?" "Said the spider to the fly. Or, more appropriately, said the bat to the wolf." She was smiling, and her panties were a bit damp, as she hung up the phone. *********** Grey had never been invited into the home of a witch before. From what he could see, it lived up to none of the juvenile expectations. In fact, other than the impressive garden that wrapped around the yard and the aversion to any kind of architectural unity, Allie's home was much like all the others in her neighborhood. Ok, perhaps the spires were a bit ostentatious. And the steepled roof was a shade dramatic. With the wrought iron gate, it looked a bit like the TV version of the Addams Family estate, though in brick. A perfect abode for a sexy witch. Maybe her home was the slightest bit stereotypical... As he was debating whether to remain in his car and call to let her know he had arrived or simply to try and jimmy the lock on the gate, he looked up at the window above the porch entrance. Silhouetted against the filmy curtains, he could see Allie in profile. She was pulling on a shirt of some kind. No bra, he saw her breasts swinging freely while she wiggled a bit, bent at the waist. His mouth went very dry. He could feel his IQ slipping a few points. He'd softened since he'd called ahead twenty minutes ago, but that was getting fixed pretty quickly. Fortunately, she moved away from the window before he embarrassed himself by showing up at her door with a woodie. "The rice is getting cold, Elliot. And remember, be strong. Interrogation first, wild crazy sex second. And probably third, too." Talking to himself never seemed crazy to Grey. Maybe that was a bad sign, but he selectively ignored everyone's pointed comments on the subject. He left his car parked on the street, and lugged the bag of Chinese over to the gate. Perhaps it was fortunate that he remembered that Allie was a witch before he seriously considered letting himself in through the gate. And while she might only Change into a bat, she'd been raised with wolves. Probably at least a bit territorial. When he pressed the little glowing button next to the gate, he could feel it grow hot for a second against his skin. And even after he removed his finger, it continued to tingle. The gate swung open on its own... And Allie opened the sturdy, hardwood door at the top of the veranda stairs. "Ignore the sentry, it was just making sure you had no intention to do me harm. Welcome, you're delightfully early." She was practically bouncing with energy. Her T-shirt, a bright orange, clung nicely and he could feel his resolve to get answers slipping. If he had less control over his instincts, his tongue would be lolling. Instead he merely ran it around his teeth and ogled as subtly as he could. "You look amazing. I'm sorry I only come bearing Chinese." As soon as he got to the top of the veranda, Allie snagged the bag of Chinese, stuck her tongue out at him and skipped back inside laughing. "It's good to see you, Grey. C'mon in!" She didn't look back to see if he followed her. Her house had a way of making sure people ended up where she wanted them. Grey found himself stuck in the entry way, awed. If ever he had seen a more hideous room, he had mercifully forgotten it. Heavily carved wood antiques were matched with neon pillows and tie-dye tapestries. Art Nuevo posters were next to hanging prisms. Paisley wall paper oozed across the walls. Heavily jeweled glass lamps gave the entire scene a macabre light. Clutter was everywhere. Allie's voice came from off to his left, "Oh, yeah, ignore the entryway. It's meant to discourage visitors. Works eighty-five percent of the time." Grey shook off the awed horror and walked dazedly into a formal dining room, which was done in cherry wood and cream silk. Bone china and blush pink roses decorated the table. Silver gleamed discretely. The normalcy and simplicity of that room helped him come back to his senses. He'd never been affected by decor in the past. He could only suspect that Allie had put some enchantment on the previous room. Clever little witch, she'd left him to face it because she was trying to keep him off balance. Off to the right, the door to the kitchen was open. Modern appliances and marble counters gleamed. And Allie was bent over getting something out of the fridge. Grey leaned in the doorway and appreciated the view. Damn, those were short shorts. "Are you just going to stand there or do you want to be useful?" "Depends, if I'm useful am I going to get a welcoming kiss? Because so far, you've stolen the food and left me in the Addams Family drawing room." Allie laughed and put the soy sauce she'd taken from the fridge down on the counter. She lightly ran over to Grey and threw her arms around his neck, holding herself hard against him. She crushed her lips against his and welcomed his tongue when he grabbed the back of her head. His other hand cupped her ass and lifted her up so she could get a better angle on his mouth. He tasted like cinnamon breath mints, and Allie gave a little mew when he lifted his head to nibble on her neck. "We should start with dessert first," her voice understandably a bit rough. Grey very suddenly remembered he was supposed to be getting her to talk before he dragged her off to bed. Which really came as an unfortunate thought, since he hadn't gotten any since last he'd seen Allie a week ago. Self-gratification had seemed particularly unexciting after their last mind-blowing encounter. And she felt nice and warm, nestled against him. "We'll need our strength. Maybe a quick supper?" She nuzzled against his throat, clearly not happy he'd turned down her offer. "How quickly can you eat?" She frowned when he lifted her down and settled her a bit away from him. "As quickly as you answer my questions." Be tough, he thought. Don't sound desperate. "That's not fair. Are you going to be a tease, Grey? Because I promise I'll still respect you in the morning." Her large, dark eyes simultaneously laughed at him and tested his resolve. "You're talking to the guy you left in a hotel room that smelled like sex with your father, the werewolf with an acute sense of smell, minutes away. And who's going to have to try and keep a tight leash, pardon the pun, on your extended family. And who will be stuck in the middle of all your immediate family's drama so long as you continue sleeping with me. I just want a few answers. You can ask me anything about my life, and I'll tell the truth." Grey leaned back against the doorway again. "You're making this into a relationship." She sighed. "Fine, ask away, but we trade questions and you can't ask me specifics about my witchcraft because I'm bound to silence. And then we adjourn to the bedroom and skip dinner." "Deal, I get the first question." She stuck her tongue out at him again in response. "Why do you Change into a bat?" Allie braced her arms behind herself and hopped slightly till she sat on the counter. "Because wolves don't fly." Grey just raised one eyebrow at her. So much for trying to make him use another question... "And because I was groomed to be the Pack leader since I was born. Classic case of rebellion against an overbearing parent. Since I couldn't stop the Change, I decided to make sure I didn't become a wolf. Believe me, the amount of metaphysical studying necessary to transmogrify your alternate self permanently is hardly worth the effort. But escaping a life I didn't want? Worth every second." She patted the slice of counter next to her. "Tell me about your family." "Well, I have two sisters, one older, one younger. Catherine and Sybella, respectively. Catherine is the pack leader in our area, she took over when my father died. Our mother was killed during a hunt not long after she bore the youngest." Grey walked over and hopped up onto the counter next to Allie. She leaned against him slightly, to show sympathy. "Sybella takes after our mother, she just loves to run and play. She owns a daycare center and is married to young werewolf in a pack near Plattsburg. Not really anyone else, except the extended family." He paused. "How did you come to be a witch? If that isn't too specific..." "No, it's ok. I was very young when I first came across magical theory. I studied. And then studied some more. And practiced until my brain about got fried. Eventually I was able to achieve enough willpower and focus to change the things around me. Of course, I soon learned that real power comes from being able to control and change oneself." Allie laid down onto the counter and smiled. "My first real spell, I summoned my primary familiar spirit. A bat, obviously." She paused, "So, why did you take my dad up on the offer of pack leadership?" Grey twisted around so he was facing her. "Because I didn't want to challenge my sister for our pack. She's a good leader. And it'd be humiliating if she won, which was a distinct possibility. Besides, I wanted to be part of a pack a little further away from my hometown. I don't live there anymore, and the commute for full moons was bad enough that I'd skip every other one." "Are we done yet?" Allie's voice was plaintive. "Nope, and that counts as your next question. My last question is, did you know your father hand-picked me to marry you?" Allie shot upright so fast that Grey could feel the air rush past. "Dammit Grey, you had to say it. Are you trying to keep me from getting laid tonight? Yeah, I more or less figured out that my dad wouldn't turn the pack over to someone unless he was pretty sure that he could hear the sweet sound of wedding bells in my future." Her arms were crossed and she was leveling him a killer look. "If it makes you feel better, I turned that part of the job down." She still glared at him with molten eyes. "Not that you aren't wonderful and completely lovable, but originally I just bargained out the compromise that I would turn leadership over to your children. Look, I didn't want this to be a surprise later. I didn't want it to look like I was trying to hide it." "You suck at sweet-talking." "Would it help if I said that nothing could piss him off more than us sleeping together and not getting married?" Grey winced, thinking of the pointed comments Patrick had made when Grey had opened the door to the hotel room Allie had just vacated. Allie appeared to consider it. "Yes, and right now that's mostly because I know you're going to have to be the one to explain our relationship to him. Serves you right, for being honest." "Somehow your sentiment strikes me as unfair..." "It's not MY fault you had the bad taste to get involved in werewolf politics. It's like the mob, but less civilized." She paused and leaned against him, toying with the collar of his shirt. "So now that we've covered that everything is your fault and that I'm a vile temptress leading you astray, etc, can I drag you off to bed? Or would that be tacky?" "After coming through your foyer, I will never look at tacky the same way again. Lead on, vile temptress." Allie gave him a sassy smirk. "You're so accommodating, Grey." He slid off the countertop and turned to face her; his hands grabbed her hips and he lifted her down. Well, he would have lifted her down, but her arms once again snaked around his shoulders and she held herself against him for a leisurely kiss. He took the opportunity to get a good hold on her ass. It was luscious and firm, his fingers tightened and her legs wound around his hips. "Is it because you're a witch? I spend all my time around you thinking about fucking you senseless..." It was only after he said it that Grey realized it might be a bit insulting. Allie laughed. "That's almost a compliment, I think. I can see the title of the porn flick now, 'The Curse of the Never Ending Boner.' And to answer your question, the feeling is mutual, and it's probably biological, not magical." Grey gave her an exaggerated leer. "Sure feels like magic to me," he said and he squeezed her ass before setting her down. He was in luck, she wasn't going to hold his association with her father against him. And now that he'd cleared his conscience, it was play time. He raised his hands to gently cup her breasts through her shirt. No bra. Her nipples were taught and thrust into his palms, while the rest of her soft bounty spilled into his fingers. Allie gasped a bit when his hands encountered her already aroused nipples. They were so sensitive... Her back arched instinctively, trying to get a firmer sensation from the caress. She took her time finding the buttons to his shirt, slowly running her hands over his chest and stomach. Inch by inch she reveled in exposing his skin to her gaze. Dark brown hair lightly coated his chest and arrowed down to his stomach, pointing out the significant area of interest. A gratifyingly hard area of interest, tenting his pants. Allie's lips curved into a mischievous grin and leaned forward to lick one, then the other, of his nipples. They responded by puckering, and Grey inhaled sharply. "It feels good to do this, without the demands of the moon-lust. I think I'm going to enjoy playing with you, Grey." "Define 'play,' because I'm not into medieval torture devices." Although, with his cock doing most of his thinking at the moment, torture didn't sound half bad. Especially if she was naked. Or in a leather corset. Allie pouted her bottom lip out and held his gaze steadily. She leaned back from him slightly, pushing her hips into his. "That's too bad. I like games. If you don't want to play sacrificial virgin, maybe you'll like faun and nymph." Grey couldn't look away from her eyes. He could feel his IQ slipping drastically, and his blood racing. "Faun and nymph?" He knew he sounded dumb, but she was rubbing her cunt over the front of his pants. Soon he'd be drooling. Allie leaned forward and crushed her breasts against his chest. Her mouth was right under his. "I'm the nymph. You're my faun." She slid her tongue out and took her time tasting his bottom lip in a slow caress. Then leaned back to study his slightly dazed expression. With a quick whirl, she was gone. Racing off towards the back door, she laughed over her shoulder, "Catch me if you can..." Grey didn't even think. Some instinctual part of him, probably the wolf part, reacted and he chased after her before he even was conscious of his own motion. Through the kitchen, through a dark living room (and a quick bump into a couch) and at the back door, only seconds after Allie slammed it behind her. That bought her a few moments, as he struggled to open the door. Once outside, the dusky twilight gave a view of a large and overgrown garden. Clearly her lot abutted a park of some kind, because he could see wilderness not far beyond the fencing which separated her garden from the common land. And a bright orange flash darted to the back of the garden on a course for the gate. Allie's laughter seemed to echo in the quiet. Grey was off again, the thrill of the chase making his already heated blood rush. He jumped down from the porch rather than take the stairs. A fountain with three gargoyles spitting water lay in his path, and he circled to the right. The nearest gargoyle winked at him... Grey's mind shuddered back from the implications that entailed. Fortunately his feet kept going, and he was through the herb garden and at the gate only seconds behind Allie. Out here, away from the house which was filled with her scent, he could almost taste her. She hadn't started to sweat yet, but her body already had a warm and active fragrance to it. Yummy. The gate was still swinging when he reached it and shoved it out of his way. Beyond the garden was a natural landscape, covered with pine trees and large boulders. An easy place to get lost or to hide. Well, not hide from a wolf. He saw her disappear behind one of the pines not far ahead of him. Allie knew she had only a few more minutes before her breathing would be heavy enough to give her away. Grey's light footfalls sounded behind her, much too close. Getting caught was only fun if both people got themselves winded and endorphin-happy first. Still, her pounding heart and wet panties were more than enough motivation to go a little faster. She pushed through another small grouping of evergreens and angled towards the boulder filled gorge. Having a slight head start and knowing the grounds were only going to keep her ahead for so long... She dodged behind the first boulder, and to the side of the next. The incline was staring to make her gasp, but she tried to control her breath. Around two more boulders and ducking behind the next one. She could loose Grey in here, maybe. Or, she could have, if he hadn't dropped from on top of one of the nearby boulders directly into her path. Thud! She ran full on into him, knocking them both back against another of the boulders. "Gotcha," he whispered. Allie recovered first, and disentangled herself from him. "Not hardly..." A quick pivot and she was off again. This time with Grey right on her heels. She shivered, feeling his breath on her back. Now they were both gasping for air. Allie ducked and weaved through the boulders again, glad she'd worn sensible shoes. Feeling that Grey was directly behind her, she made a graceful leap onto one of the smaller boulders, and bounced up onto the one beside it. A quick running jump brought her up the side of the gorge and one more brought her to the top. Her lungs protested the vigorous activity. Wolfsbane Blues Ch. 02 As she ran down the hill, Grey darted in front of her and turned so she ran right into his arms. His mouth fell on hers savagely. They traded harsh caresses between gasps for air. Allie's legs gave out, and Grey tumbled to the grass with her. He could hardly feel the fall, focused as he was on other matters. Her mouth was so soft and lush, he nibbled at her lips and then lower to her neck. The run through the park had done nothing to quell his hard on. It had made running difficult, but the entire chase had brought some pretty primal urges to the surface. Like the urge to tear her shorts off and fuck her immediately. He sucked at her nipples through the t-shirt, lavishing attention on one, then the other. Her gasps turned to low moans. Allie fought to remember that this was a public park. They couldn't do this here, someone could come out and walk their dog up the gorge. Or a kid could come through on his of her way home. But liquid sensation pulled at her resolve and she was stroking his chest through his open shirt. She wriggled against him, her clit sliding on his thigh through their clothing. "Ohh... No, Grey, wait." His response was to shove her shirt up and lap at her bare breasts. She shoved her shirt down. "This is a public park! We could get arrested." "Yeah, but wouldn't it be worth it?" Unfortunately, her struggles and scolding were only serving to make him hotter. But his better sense prevailed and he quit mauling her. "You're bossy, you know that?" Grey quickly rolled to his feet and dragged Allie up to hers. Not giving her a chance to protest, he slung her up and over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Hey! Watch it buddy, I'm not luggage." Grey ignored her and strode off to the far end of the park, where her house waited. Despite the interruption he was in a good mood, with the prospect of getting laid in his near future. He began to whistle tunelessly, walking as fast as he could without bumping her too much. "Well, at least the view is nice," Allie philosophized. Never one to leave well enough alone, she drew her hand back and gave him a solid slap on the ass. "Keep it up and I'm going to have to spank you later," Grey threatened. In due time, they arrived back at the garden gate. Grey refused to let Allie down and continued into the house before he pulled her up over his shoulder and let her slip slowly down till her toes touched the floor. "Where to now?" Rather than telling him, she simply grabbed his hand and headed for the stairs. The walk back had given her time to cool down a bit, but she still felt like jumping him something good. Fortunately the trip up the staircase was quick. She pushed open the door to her room and leapt onto her bed, bouncing happily as she stripped off her shirt and short shorts. "Aren't you going to join me?" She asked when Grey just tilted his head and watched her. She smiled and struck a dramatic pose, arching her back. "Now that would make a pretty picture." His mouth had gone a bit dry, watching her bounce around. He slipped his shirt off and unbuttoned his trousers. He slid them to the floor with his briefs. She looked absolutely pounceable, a vixen waiting for her mate. Her creamy flesh was a nice contrast to the dark gray bedding. The bed matched the rest of the bedroom furniture; big, wooden and traditional. He joined Allie on the bed, pulling her onto his lap carefully. She straddled him, letting his cock be cradled between their bodies. They were a bit too close to the edge to waste much time on foreplay. So Grey kissed Allie deeply, letting his hands stroke and massage her back. Her breasts were rubbed lightly against his sparse chest hair. She gently rocked her hips against his erection, working them both up. He picked her up and set her on her back in the bed, spreading her legs. He wanted to give her a quick orgasm before they got into the real fucking, because he wasn't sure how much self-control he had left. He knew he'd have none once he was buried in her slit. So he licked somewhat roughly along her hairless labia, making sure to swirl his tongue around her clit. Allie twitched and moaned under the stimulation. Soon his mouth was covering the entrance to her cunt, and he pushed his tongue in to enjoy her taste. She was like a lightly salted cream. And back to the clit, to flick back and forth across is quickly. She was gasping and grasping the back of his head. "Mmmm... Grey, please, oh fuck. I'm so close..." He sucked her clit into his mouth and continued to flick it with his tongue as he increased the suction gently. One finger, then two, found their way into her slit and caused her to loose control. She gasped and stiffened, as the quivering shook her body from the inside out. Before she even finished her orgasm, Grey moved up her body and positioned himself at her entrance. He gave her one lingering kiss before he whispered, "You taste so sweet," and began pushing his engorged flesh into her. She was super lubricated from all their play and her previous orgasm, so he slid into her tight hole easily. Niceties over, Grey started a focused and deep drilling motion, with his balls slapping her ass on each thrust. His breathing fragmented and mixed with her soft moans. Slight tremors caressed him from where he was buried in her. He kept his pace steady and deep. Allie didn't have time to protest her post-orgasmic sensitivity before she felt the stirrings of arousal once more. Allie reached up to run her hands along her breasts, enjoying the sensual freedom. The steady pounding of her cunt was more than enough stimulation to make her feel wonton and hungry for more. Feeling that he was getting too close, Grey slowed his movements down and started to lick nibble at her breasts. He sucked one nipple into his mouth and punished it roughly with his tongue. She retaliated by raking her nails lightly over his bum and up his back. With a light nip, he released the first nipple to concentrate on the second until it had received similar treatment. Grey could tell Allie was getting closer, but he didn't want to cum before she did, so he braced himself with one hand and used the other to play with her clit. He thrust slower. So fucking tight. Allie was moaning again. She couldn't help it, Grey kept hitting her *right there* and it was about making her scream. The slowness was both frustrating and arousing. She arched her hips, pushing back against him, as if she could force him to go faster. He responded by stopping altogether and holding her still. Allie groaned, "I hate you..." But it wasn't very convincing, given her position. "If you hated me, why would you be letting me fuck you?" Grey's two remaining rational brain cells wanted to know. All the others were concentrating on more important matters. like massaging her clit and getting them both off. "You're not fucking me, that's why I hate you." Her hips wiggled, getting her point across. Or, more accurately, getting his point in further. Grey grinned. She was close enough. He began to fuck her in earnest, making her squeak a bit as she got used to his rough penetration. His hands gripped her hips and lifted her so he could get a better angle. Allie scissored her legs around his back and hung on for the ride. Each time he withdrew almost entirely from her cunt, only to ram his shaft back in. And on each thrust, he hit the back of her cunt and they both gasped. Grey felt the tell-tale tightening in his balls. Before he could even reach down to Allie's clit to try and get her off, he felt her body tense. She'd been snug on his cock before but with her orgasm about to hit, she was practically strangling his dick. If Allie had been coherent enough for thought, she would have known that this would be a very memorable orgasm. As it was, she lost whatever focus she had left as soon as she felt the warm pulses. "Oh, fuck yes..." She could feel the spasms in her toes... Grey was out of self-control too. He groaned and grabbed her hips even tighter. He was vaguely aware that Allie had said something, but all he could feel was his own cum exiting his body as he thrust into her emptying his balls. For a few seconds, nothing mattered more than filling Allie with cum. Exhausted, finally, Grey collapsed on top of Allie. Movement was totally out of the question. They both relaxed into sex induced bliss. The room was filled with silence as they both caught their breath and sleep caught up with them. One story below them, the Chinese food very carefully picked itself up and opened the refrigerator. It would have abandonment issues for the next ten hours until it was finally eaten. Neither Allie nor Grey heard the passive-aggressive slamming of the fridge door. Wolfsbane Blues Before she could tell him he was forgiven and kick him out, he leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. Oh, she was weak. A raspy half-moan choked in her throat. His eyes were intense on hers, and she knew he wasn't done yet. A full kiss this time, lips gently parting and a brush of tongue across the line of her mouth. Screw it, Allie opened her mouth and gripped his shoulders to pull him into her kiss. His hands gripped her hips and pulled her against his already straining cock. Why the fuck not take advantage of the guy, he was convenient, understanding and really hot. She broke the kiss to nip half-gently at the tip of his chin before continuing over to his ear. "Sorry, your chance to get out the door just ended." He pulled her head back with one hand and gave her a bruisingly hard kiss. "Thank gods. I'm so hard I can barely stand upright." And she could tell it was true. A very satisfying length was jabbing against her stomach. Her hands were busy, trying to get him naked in as little time as possible, without separating their bodies. Shirt over head, lips parted briefly only to mash together again. Her body felt liquid and on fire. Grey didn't bother pulling her shirt off, it was casually ripped and dropped to the floor. His hands molded her breasts and Allie about screamed in frustration and sensory overload. There would be time for foreplay the second or third time, but right now, she was on a very hair-trigger. Her hands were shaking badly enough that he had to help her unbutton his jeans. But her fingers were rewarded by his very happy cock thrusting into them. No underwear, briefly registered in her thoughts. His hips instinctively moved back and forth through her fingers. She squeezed, impatient. Her mind dropped out of her head for a moment when he retaliated by laving her nipple quite roughly with his tongue. Her deep-throated moan disrupted the heavy breathing that filled the room. She could feel the heat of his mouth rasping against her breast and her pussy clenched in demand for stimulation. "Now. Gods, Grey, quit fucking around, I'm going crazy." She shoved at his jeans, trying to get them out of her way. It took only seconds for him to get through the rest of their clothing. Naked, he tossed her onto the bed, perhaps a little less gently than he'd meant to. The second he knelt on the edge of the bed, Allie dragged him down on top of her. Her mouth was hungry on his, and Grey could barely keep up with her desperation. He felt his own heartbeat in his cock. Her legs were spread, eager and wonton, and he didn't waste time appreciating the sensations. Lust gnawed at him and pushed him to act rather than spend time enjoying. His hands circled her hips, lined his erection up with her cunt. Allie moaned. So close... He pushed his bulbous head against her and spread the soaked lips of her pussy. One push, and he buried himself almost entirely in her. She arched her back and almost wept from the sensation. Oh, my. So full, and she didn't even feel his balls against her ass yet. She was pretty sure this is what people meant when they talked about a "religious experience." Grey pulled out slightly and Allie whimpered. He pushed back in, and this time determinedly shoved until he was fully inside her. She couldn't help it, her entire body shivered and tensed in the force of a unexpected orgasm. "Oh, oh... my... gods... Grey!" Delicious waves rocketed through her body, rendering her speechless as she shuddered impaled on his cock. Grey, through a effort of more strength than he thought he possessed, did not give in to the pressure of her orgasm, even though she was very tight and wet. And clenching him rhythmically. And moaning and gasping his name. Sainthood must be in his very near future. He maintained his self-control long enough for her to get through the orgasm, and then began a slow, controlled rhythm. He wanted to give her time to recover before he began to fuck her like a maniac. Allie wasn't much interested in recovery, however. Considering the moon phase, both of them would be lucky to survive each other's lust. The slow movements were killing her. Allie wanted more, so she started rocking her hips in counterpoint to Grey's strokes. Harder, faster, deeper. She wanted it all. Her nails, with their carefully maintained tips, scored his back hard enough for a growl to rumble deep in his throat. He retaliated by nipping her earlobe, which caused her to briefly spasm on his cock. The primitive side of his nature was in control now and goaded him to a faster rhythm. He bent his head so he could nuzzle her breasts. Her nipples were small and lovely atop the soft flesh that wiggled from the force of their movements. He nipped and licked them fervidly, loving the mewling sounds Allie made when he laved attention on the sensitive points. Her fingers caressed his back, urging him on. Allie reveled in the glut of sensation. She knew that another orgasm was close. Her breathing was ragged and she distantly knew the soft moans that filed the room were coming from her own throat. She pulled at Grey's hair, guiding his clever mouth up towards hers. Their kiss was rough. "Now, please..." She dug her nails into his hips, holding him hard against her. Her hip gyrated gently, grinding her clit against him as she felt her body shake in orgasm. Grey was unable to hold back when he felt her cunt clenching and unclenching on his cock. He felt his balls tighten, and then he was pushing harder against Allie, as one shot then another filled her. Pleasure blanked his mind and he had no idea how long he remained frozen spasming inside her. Eventually, however, their orgasms subsided and he relaxed on top of her. After a few minutes Allie began to shove at Grey's shoulder. He grunted and slid his arms behind her back, holding her close as he rolled over until she was atop him. "Thanks. You're heavy," she muttered in his ear. After her breathing had calmed, she lifted herself free of him, brushing a kiss across his cheek as she got up. Her legs were a bit unsteady as she headed to the bathroom. She didn't bother to close the door behind her as she reached for the TP to clean herself. She felt sticky and a bit sore, and some of the mess had oozed itself down her leg. As she finished cleaning herself, she heard Grey's voice from behind her, "Are you feeling ok? We were a bit rough..." She looked at him as she threw away the tissue. He didn't look all that concerned. He was blatantly checking out her ass, and he was half hard again. "Are you going to offer to kiss it and make it better?" Her voice was a bit sardonic. Grey gave her a wicked smile, "Why don't you come over here, and I'll make you forget all about it..." "Darling, if I come over there, we're both going to forget our own names. And that confusion spell I threw at the Pack isn't going to last forever. I plan on being long gone before they think to cause trouble." His eyebrows went up. "Why you little witch. No wonder they could barely find the box of tissues and left me to search for you myself. Good thing there are only three hotels in this town." Allie laughed. She stuck her tongue out at him as she turned towards the shower and started running the water. "Coming?" She asked as she stepped under the spray. As Grey followed her in he muttered, "Not as quickly as last time, I hope." The water was hot enough that steam filled the shower. Allie faced the spray, and let it pound against her flesh, turning it red. Grey's arms wrapped around her from behind and she could feel him swelling against the small of her back. He picked up the bar of soap and began to rub it against her stomach and chest, tweaking her nipples until they were hard. The hand with the soap in it withdrew to her back, while his free hand continued to massage her breasts for a moment before slipping lower to rub against her abdomen. Grey sunk his teeth into her shoulder and Allie shuddered, her knees starting to weaken, her blood running hot. Clever fingers found their way to lightly massage her clit for a moment before continuing lower and parting the lips of her cunt. One, then two, they gently made short thrusts in and out of her. His palm moved against her clit as his fingers rubbed the inside of her pussy. "Mmmmm..." Allie knew he was trying to make up for the lack of foreplay earlier. And he was good at it, but since there wasn't really much time, she knew it was up to her to get things moving. She turned to face him, "My turn." She stole the soap and turned him so the water was at his back and she was at his front. "I wasn't done yet, dear..." His voice trailed of as she wrapped her arms around him and leaned down to nuzzle and bite at one of his nipples. Her soft stomach pressed against his hardon and her hands massaged his back and shoulders firmly. Her free hand slid down his back to cup and fondle his butt cheeks, the nails rasping lightly against the taut flesh. She licked her way down his torso and lingered briefly on his stomach, causing his muscles to tense at the soft caress. His wood brushed against her cheek as she trailed her mouth to his lower abdomen; she let her teeth rasp against the tender flesh. Grey waited breathlessly for what he knew was coming. He wanted to grab her hair and force her to quit teasing him, but at the same time wanted her to continue her caresses. She let the soap fall and brought her hands around to his privates, one holding his prick, the other cupping his balls. Rather than lick his cock, he was surprised when she instead lifted his balls and tongued the sensitive area directly behind them. His prick twitched in her hand. "Oh, fuck..." Her mouth moved on to suckle his balls into her mouth, one then the other. She laved them heavily with her tongue before returning them to her hand. Her tongue flicked the base of his cock, and gently moved up to the dripping tip. Finally, Allie sucked him into her mouth, with her tongue steadily sliding against the underside of his prick. By this point, Grey was breathing heavily and making guttural sounds in the back of his throat. He grabbed the back of her head as her warm, moist mouth bobbed up and down, taking about half of him at the deepest point. He sped up the rhythm, fucking her mouth roughly. She looked up at him and winked. He didn't want to shoot in her mouth and he was getting close, but he tortured himself with a few more thrusts. Finally, he pulled out of her mouth and dragged her up so she was standing. "Are you ready," he asked. She just smiled and nodded, her breathing coarse. She leaned forward and gave him a forceful kiss, ending it with a nip at his lower lip. Grey turned her around to face the back of the stall. He pulled her hips back towards him, so that she was bent at the waist and she spread her legs as much as allowed by the shower. One hand firmly on her hip, he used the other to position himself against her juicy cunt. Allie let out a moan as he plunged balls deep on his first lunge. She wiggled her hips, getting used to being full once more. The friction caused them both to gasp a little. He began to withdraw, infinitesimally at first before thrusting back in. Soon he began to withdraw more and push back in harder. Allie was urging him on, brokenly telling him that she wanted more, faster, harder. He could feel how close she was to orgasm, and he wasn't far behind. She reached one hand between her legs and began to rub her clit, "Please Grey, I'm almost there. Please..." "Ohhhh..." Allie was tensed, she could feel her body tightening around him, as he pushed into her forcefully. Her fingers stroked frantically across her sensitive clit. She felt her toes curling and arched her back. Suddenly Grey slammed into her! And she was gone, spasms shaking her whole body and quivering with pleasure. He felt her tense, and pushed into her as hard as he could, sending her into an orgasm and starting his own. He kept pushing his cock into her as he spurted warm cum. He didn't stop until every drop was lustily deposited in her cunt. He must have blacked out slightly, because he next thing he knew he was leaning against the shower wall and the water had been turned off. Allie was no where to be seen. He pushed himself off of the wall and walked to the door. From there he could see her pulling a shirt on, and he noticed that the clothing he had returned was sticking slightly out of her pack. "Is this the part where we pretend nothing ever happened?" What the fuck was she doing, getting ready to leave without even waking him up? She turned around and smiled at him, "Oh good, I didn't want to wake you but I did want to tell you goodbye. And of course we don't pretend this didn't happen, that would be impossible. It was great." She walked over to him and stood on her tip toes to give him a kiss. She didn't even bother trying to keep from getting wet, so he kissed her back letting his tongue play roughly with hers. By the time she leaned back, her face was flushed. She walked back and picked up her stuff. "Unfortunately, I still have no intention of sitting around and waiting for the other shoe to drop." She grinned wickedly, "Though I would love to be a fly on the wall when the Pack gets here. Let me know how you explain my smell on you, and the smell of sex in general, to my father. And do call me sometime!" As she escaped out the door, she heard a resounding, "Shit!" Life as a witch was sweet indeed.