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Werewolf Girl

By: Teurastaja



I'm submitting this story to Novels and Novellas because it is long but it could just as easily be in Sci-Fi and Fantasy or even Erotic Horror, especially this first part. I have a lot finished so I should be submitting chapters weekly. Enjoy!

T.

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Chapter 1

Vera loped through the muggy midsummer woods. The sun was setting and the low orange rays seemed to set the edges of every leaf on fire. Vera picked up the pace, feeling her long legs stretch and her claws dig into the soft earth, shredding years of dead leaves. She inhaled the scents of the coming night and turned her path towards the town. She was fairly certain it was a Friday; she's been a wolf too long. Tonight Vera wanted to wear her human skin again. She wanted to have some fun.

The world was turning from orange sunset to blue twilight when she reached the outskirts of the town. Vera changed beneath the trees; she stretched luxuriously, exulting in the feel of her human body after so many days as a wolf. She slunk, naked into the back yard of a likely looking house. She could see the family sitting around their dinner table inside as she snatched some clothes off the wash line. She donned a pair of cutoff shorts, a little big for her, they rode low on her hips, and a black tank top. Shoes were always the hardest part. She scanned the back porch but didn't see any shoes. It was summer; maybe she could get away with it.

Vera crept past the house and onto the sidewalk. Standing under the orange glow of a streetlamp she raised her face to the hot breeze and inhaled. To the west she sensed the likely smells of cheap beer, sweat and cigarette smoke. Perfect. She sauntered towards the bar, combing her fingers through her thick brown hair. It was getting long now, almost to her waist in the back. Vera's blood sang with excitement and she broke into a run, just to feel the wind against her skin. Her feet gripped the rough concrete of the sidewalk and her human legs were just as strong as those of her wolf form.

When Vera reached the bar her skin was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and she was grinning with excitement and anticipation. This night was hers. She swung open the door of the grimy little bar and strode inside, tugging down the front of her shirt to expose the tops of her firm, tanned breasts. She paused inside the door, surveying the dim interior; Friday night for sure. The place was full, for such a small town. Groups of older people sat around tables while young folks crowded around the bar. The girls tarted up and preening, reeking of hairspray and perfume, the men sipping beers and trying to look tall.

Vera's lip curled in a smirk as she swaggered to the bar. Eyes turned to follow her and she waited for someone to buy her a drink. She flashed her teeth in a smile at a dark haired young man by the bar and he obliged her by turning away from the furious girl he'd been talking to and asking Vera if she wanted a drink. She nodded and leaned against the bar while they waited for her beer. The young man kept stealing glances at her skimpy outfit. She could smell his excitement and it thrilled her. This was way too easy.

He handed her a slick plastic cup and Vera took a sip, savoring the cool, bubbly liquid. She smiled again, "Thanks," her voice came out as a low growl; she hadn't used it in days. The boy didn't seem to mind. He introduced himself and chatted at her as Vera scanned the room for something better but she was disappointed. This one would have to do. She drained the rest of her beer and felt a familiar lightness in her head, fluidity in her joints. She hadn't eaten recently and she could feel the alcohol already.

She interrupted a story the young man was telling by snagging the front of his shirt with her finger and pulling him close. She stood on her bare tiptoes to whisper in his ear, "You wanna go outside?" she held his surprised blue eyes with her dark brown ones and she could almost feel his arousal. He nodded, dumbly, and allowed himself to be led out of the bar.

Vera felt better outside. She walked around the bar into a wooded area, out of sight. The air was thick with moisture and smells. She could hear crickets and cicadas, frogs croaked somewhere nearby. Vera sank down onto the ground and lay back, stretching. The boy seemed reluctant to join her; perhaps he didn't want to get his Friday night shirt dirty. 

She smiled at him and pulled her tank top over her head in one fluid motion, her full breasts bouncing free. The young man watched, mesmerized and sank down beside her. Vera grinned and wrapped her arms around him, eagerly capturing his mouth with her own. She felt amazing. She liked the taste of him, the feeling of his warm hands on her waist. She wriggled closer pressing her chest against him. She was aware of another hunger, below her empty belly. She hadn't been with a man in a long time either.

Vera unbuttoned the young man's shirt and ran her hands over his chest. His skin was smooth and warm and suddenly she couldn't wait to have him. He was touching her, tentatively, meekly. It made her angry but she needed something from him now. Resisting the urge to grow her claws and rip his clothes from his body, she deftly unbuttoned the young man's jeans, letting his hard cock spring out. Wriggling out of her shorts and tossing them away, Vera straddled the man again, coaxing his hot flesh into her very ready opening. 

He was making some noises about a condom but she blocked his mouth with her own, savoring the taste of him, beer and something else, something sweet and human. She rode him, slowly at first, gripping him with her muscles and soon he was kissing her, pawing at her breasts with his soft palms. Vera broke the kiss and looked down at her human lover. His eyes were glazed over with lust and his mouth hung open, pink and wet. She could feel herself getting close, her breathing came hard and fast, as though she had been running all night. She leaned back, feeling his cock stroking deep inside her, over and over. She let out a soft moan, almost there. She knew what she needed to get her over the edge. She leaned her head back, and a howl ripped itself from her lengthening jaws. She savored the slight pain as her teeth grew and her tufted ears poked through her brown hair. The young man thrust himself to his own release inside her, eyes clenched shut.

The young man hadn't been the worst lay of her life; Vera decided to make his death quick and painless. A strong snap of her jaws to the back of his neck when he turned around to pick up his shirt. He never even knew it was happening. Vera transformed the rest of the way as she fed, gorging herself on the warm, rich meat. When she could hold no more the young man's body was a red ruin of bones and flesh on the forest floor. She licked the blood from her chops with a long tongue and sauntered off into the nighttime woods.

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Vera knew she needed to put distance between herself and the kill. When the young man's body was discovered it wouldn't be long before the villagers dusted off their torches and pitchforks and took to the woods, hunting the beast. She didn't feel safe staying in her human form either, in case someone from the bar remembered her. The residents of small towns have a habit of noticing strangers. 

After half an hour Vera's run had turned to a lope, then to a walk. Her full belly was slowing her down; she needed sleep. Coming up on an isolated farm, Vera curled up in a shed to sleep off her meal before getting out of town. She slept for longer than she had intended and awoke in the chill grey light of early morning to the sounds of shouting and feet crunching through the undergrowth. She nosed open the shed door and slunk into the gloom in her wolf skin. She scented the searchers heading her way from the direction of the town. She took off in the opposite direction, a dark shadow streaking through the silent farmyard. 

A motion-activated security light on a building blazed to life as Vera ran past, illumination her and casting a hulking shadow on the building opposite. She heard shouts as the searchers spotted her. She dug her claws in and ran harder, she could outrun any human in her wolf skin. Vera was confused by the roaring of an engine gaining on her. Quads, she realized, dodging to the right as the lights on the vehicle hit her face, disorienting her and ruining her night vision.

Vera found a patch of woods and dove into its sheltering darkness with relief. The woods were only a strip, though, and she broke through the other side only to be met by the roar and light of another quad. A gunshot rang out behind her and Vera changed direction again, confused and disoriented. Dodging the quad she jumped a low wall. Soaring over the wall Vera was blinded by lights once more. The car collided with Vera the wolf but she hit the pavement in her human form. Instinct told her stay an animal, her stronger form, but experience had taught her that humans were more likely to help a naked girl than a giant wolf.

She slammed into the pavement hard, scraping the skin off her shoulder and hip. Vera lay still, trying to catch the breath that had been knocked out of her. She felt a bruise forming where the car had impacted her side but nothing seemed broken. A pair of red converse sneakers ran into Vera's view and then a young man's face was looking into hers.

"Oh God. Oh my God. Are you...are you OK?"

Vera blinked, nodded her head. She started to get up.

"No, no. Just say down OK? I'm gonna call an ambulance," the young man said, pulling a phone out of his pocket. "I think you're not supposed to move you neck."

"No," Vera growled, struggling into a sitting position. "I need to get out of here."

The young man looked shocked. He held up his hands, trying to stop her without touching her bloody, naked flesh. "But...the hospital," he sputtered. "You got hit by a car!"

Vera looked up at him, her brown eyes huge and pleading. "Please help me," she whimpered. "I need to get out of here now."

The young man sighed, ran a hand through his curly hair. He let out a breath, "Fine, fine." Vera lifted up her hands and he took them, helping her up. Vera swayed but kept her feet. She chanced a glance up at the woods she had run from but saw nothing. The quads couldn't leap the wall the way she had. "Here," the young man shrugged off his plaid flannel shirt and helped Vera into it. He looked slight but the shirt was much too big for her, covering her to mid-thigh. 

The young man held open the passenger door of his car for Vera and she sank down into the seat with a wince. While he walked around to the driver's side Vera checked the mirrors for the search party. The young man started the car and pulled out; Vera breathed a sigh of relief.

"Um, Ok. I don't ...Are you sure you won't go to the hospital?" the man stammered, glancing anxiously over at Vera and back to the road again.

"It's nothing, I promise," she assured him. "Just drop me...wherever. Where were you going?"

"I was going home from work," he replied, running a hand through his hair again. "Do you have somewhere to stay? Maybe you could stay with me. Just for tonight if you want."

Vera thought about it. She hated being shut inside. But she needed a place to lie low. And a shower. "Alright," she murmured. 

"Ok," the young man seemed to relax, having figured out a plan. He sagged against his car seat. "My heart's beating so fast!" he confessed, pressing a long-fingered hand to his chest. Vera gave a half smile. These humans, so easily shaken. She could give him a real scare! "What were you doing out there?" he asked, realizing for the first time, the absurdity of the situation. "Where are your clothes?"

Vera took a deep breath, her mind racing. "Skinny dipping!" she almost shouted. "I was swimming and when I got out my clothes were gone. I don't know who took them. I was making a run for it." She smiled, proud of her story. The young man frowned but didn't question her. Vera leaned her head on the open window ledge and gazed up at the fading stars and the black leafed early morning trees. Before she knew it they were pulling up to a disheveled looking old farmhouse.

The young man leaped out and ran around the car, his long feet slapping the pavement. He helped her out and into the house, flicking on light switches as they went. He dithered, nervous and unsure. "Here, the couch. No! I'll take the couch. You can have my bed... Clean sheets. Um, just...you sit here." He steered Vera to the couch and disappeared down the hallway. Vera looked around at the young man's home. It was messy but comfortable; mismatched squishy chairs, a coffee table littered with empty beer cans, a large TV on a table with X-box controllers balanced along the edge.

The young man appeared with an armful of sheets, muttering to himself, and disappeared again into another room. Vera lifted the hem of the shirt she was wearing to inspect her scrape. It was already closing up but the bloody fabric was sticking to her skin. She got up and padded down the hallway. The young man was making up a double bed in what must be his bedroom. She tapped lightly on the doorframe with a fingernail. 

The man jumped comically and put a hand to his heart again. She smiled at him timidly. "Can I take a shower?" she asked, tilting her head in the direction of the bathroom she had seen. "I'm all sticky."

"Yeah! Sure of course. Sorry," he stammered. "Just through there." 

She smiled again and turned to go, then remembered. She didn't plan to eat him so she might as well ask. "What's you name anyway?" she asked, turning back to him. 

"David," he said, coming towards her.

"I'm Vera," he shook her hand and looked her in the eye. He was taller up close. "Your eyes are blue," she didn't know why she'd said it. He smiled at her and she noticed for the first time that he was handsome. His palm was warm and large, gripping her own. Then he let her go and she was walking to the bathroom.

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Alone at last Vera surveyed the damage in the mirror. She looked like hell. Her hair was dirty and tangled and there was dust and blood on her face. When she peeled the shirt off, her right side was crusty with dirt and dried blood. She winced and poked at her scrape, it looked worse than it was. The bruise on her other side she didn't touch. She knew how bad that one was already.

The shower felt amazing. Vera shampooed her hair and carefully washed her skin with soap. After she had toweled off she found some body lotion and smoothed it all over her skin. She brushed her teeth, too. She hadn't pampered herself like this in a long time. Maybe she should get into human houses more often! Vera wrapped a towel around herself and crept back to David's bedroom. He wasn't there. She raided his drawers and slipped on a soft black t-shirt that covered her well enough. 

The bed was calling to her but Vera thought she should say goodnight. She found David in the living room. He was sprawled on the couch, shoes still on, sound asleep. She smiled and threw a blanket over him. As she was about to go, David opened his eyes sleepily. "Hey, Vera. I'm glad I didn't kill you," he smiled at her. She smiled back.

Werewolf Girl Ch. 02



The next day Vera woke warm and comfortable but also confused. She didn't know where she was or why she had chosen to sleep in her human skin. It took a moment for her to remember the events of the previous night. Going to the bar seemed like a lifetime ago, then the chase and the crash. Vera sat up and removed the t-shirt she was wearing to survey the damage. The scrape was almost completely healed and the bruise was fading fast. One more good sleep should take care of it completely.

Vera stretched her arms above her head. It felt like early afternoon. She eyed the large ground-floor window beside the bed and thought about leaving. Would they have given up the search by now? She felt reasonably safe here. Maybe she would give it one more day. Vera hopped out of bed and put David's t-shirt back on. She found a pair of running shorts that she could wear if she cinched the drawstring all the way.

Vera slipped out of the bedroom and down the hall. David was still asleep on the couch. She walked right up beside him. In the night he had shucked his sneakers and his shirt. She gazed at the smooth planes of his chest and arms. He was slim but well-muscled. She wanted to touch his skin but she didn't want to wake him. His sandy hair fell across his forehead in messy curls. In sleep his face was relaxed and he breathed quietly through full pink lips.

Now that she was rested Vera wanted to explore. The house was too big for just one human and Vera could detect the scents of others here, even with her inferior human nose. She padded silently upstairs in her bare feet. There was another bathroom and an open door led to an empty bedroom. This belonged to the other man she had smelled the most downstairs. There was a third bedroom but that door was closed. 

Vera listened at the door and determined that the room was unoccupied. She tried the handle but it was locked. This intrigued and infuriated her. The smell coming from this room was very faint, as though the man who lived here had been gone for many days. But what intrigued Vera was that this scent was somehow very familiar to her. She couldn't exactly put her finger on it but she knew it from somewhere.

When Vera came back downstairs David was in the kitchen pouring a cup of coffee. "Want some?" he asked, holding up the pot. She nodded and took a seat at the kitchen table. He handed her a mug, surreptitiously eyeing her long bare legs, and she wrapped her fingers around the warm porcelain. "Cool outfit," he said. Vera smiled and looked down into her cup.

"Where are the other men who live here?" she asked, taking a sip of the bitter liquid. It was hotter than fresh blood. 

"How did you know I have roommates?" He asked. She shrugged, he shrugged. "Chris is at work, he should be home soon, actually," David glanced at the clock on the stove and Vera was surprised to see it was almost 4:00. "And I don't know where Lucien is. He comes and goes." David flopped his hand back and forth to illustrate Lucien's transient nature.

Vera took a deep breath. If he said no she could always kill him. "David," she looked up at him through her long, dark lashes. "Do you think I could stay here for another day or two? You can have your room back, I'll take the couch."

He looked across the table at her, his blue gaze intense. "Of course you can stay, Vera. But is everything alright?" he looked so earnest and concerned for her.

"Everything is fine," she smiled sweetly. "I'm just sort of between places. I'll be out in two days, I promise." They were interrupted by the front door banging closed. Another young man, Chris, stomped into the kitchen and did a double take on seeing Vera. He was shorter than David and stocky, with brown hair and a pleasant, open face. Vera recognized his scent from the first bedroom upstairs.

"Oh!" he said, stopping short and looking her up and down, not missing the fact that she was wearing David's shirt. "What have we here?" Vera flashed him a smile and sipped her coffee.

"Chris, this is Vera," David said, trying to convey something to his friend with just his eyebrows. "She's staying here for a few days."

"Hi Chris," Vera purred. She loved when men looked at her that way. She loved that she could make him look even in an oversized t-shirt. The boys sent more eyebrow signals and Chris shrugged and got himself a cup of coffee. "So what time do you go to work, David?" Vera asked, touching his foot with her own under the table and making him jump.

He glanced at the clock again "My shift starts at 9 pm. I work at a movie theater," he explained.

"Sounds thrilling," she breathed. 

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That afternoon David took her shopping. He didn't ask her if she had any money and she didn't mention it. They browsed at the thrift store in town, Vera slapping about unselfconsciously in a pair of David's oversized flip-flops. She pulled things from the racks and held them up, smiling at David to see what he thought. She ended up choosing a pair of jeans, a sundress and a few shirts. She found a pair of leather sandals that fit better than David's shoes. 

They walked around town together, window shopping, talking; flirting. Vera was surprised at how well they were getting along. She hadn't had many relationships with humans. A few times she'd shacked up with other werewolves when she came across them but the constant fighting for dominance had always driven her away after a while. She was also surprised at how gentle David was and how sweet. He looked in her eyes and asked her questions; he touched her gently.

They ate dinner together, burgers from a food cart. Vera was surprised at how hungry she was, even after her big meal last night but she wolfed the burger down. David joked about her appetite uncertainly as he nibbled at his own food. She just laughed at him and hooked her bare leg over his, leaning back in the grass while she waited for him to finish eating. The evening sun was warm and golden on Vera's skin and she closed her eyes, luxuriating in the heat.

It was almost time for David to go to work so he drove Vera back to the house. 

"So the movies," she asked, trying to start a conversation in the car. "Do you like it?"

"I don't love the job," he answered. "But I am interested in film. This is about as close as I can get to it at this point. I'd love to get an internship or something in the industry," he smiled wistfully. "I've filled out a few applications but so far no dice."

"Mm. Sorry." Vera wasn't sure what to say. She always thought that if there was something you wanted you should do whatever you could to get it. 

David dropped Vera off at the house and left for work, rather reluctantly. Chris had gone out and Vera found herself at a loss for what to do. She wasn't sleepy. She prowled around the house again, flipped through the channels on the TV. What on earth did humans do all day? 

Vera let herself out the back door into the overgrown yard. The sun had just set and there was a fierce orange stripe along the horizon through the trees. Fireflies were coming out, blinking in the tall grass. Vera lay down and looked up at the dark blue evening sky. She sniffed the exciting night smells and listened to the noises of the night creatures coming out. She wanted to change into her wolf form and run through the dark woods. She was still pretty close to where they had hunted her last night, though, and she was too afraid.

Vera rolled in the damp grass, frustrated. She ran her fingers through her long silky hair. She touched her own face, rolling her fingertips delicately down her cheek. She ran her palms flat over her breasts, feeling her nipples hardening under the soft fabric of David's shirt. She teased herself, running her fingers low along the waistband of her shorts. She raised one leg and ran her hand from her delicate anklebone up over her knee to the soft flesh of her thigh. 

Vera bit her lip, drawing the experience out and enjoying the sensations. She slipped one hand inside her shorts and the other under her t-shirt. She circled her breast with slow strokes and let the fingers of her other hand delve between her legs. She was aroused, slick and hot. Vera moaned, rolling a fingertip over her clit. She stroked herself faster and faster, done with teasing now. She pinched her nipple between her fingers, gasping against the grass, under the blossoming stars. She came in a rush, head thrown back, keening almost imperceptibly as her legs spasmed around her hand.

Vera lay in the grass for a long time, feeling the evening air cool and the sweat dry on her skin. Finally she went inside again, drank a glass of water in the dark kitchen and fell asleep on the couch, waiting for David to come home.

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Vera awoke in the darkness, David's sweet human smell filling her nostrils. He was leaning over her in the dark living room. She sat up and he remained crouched beside her. "Sorry I woke you," he whispered. "Do you wanna sleep in the bed?"

Vera felt groggy; she wondered what time it was. This is why she hated sleeping indoors. "Mm, yeah" she murmured. "The bed sounds nice," she got up and took his hand. "You come too."

"Um, Vera, I don't think..." David stammered in a whisper, but he followed her into his bedroom all the same. Still in a sleepy fog Vera shucked the shorts and t-shirt she was wearing; the night was warm. David stood still, regarding her shape in the soft moonlight. She turned and watched him watching her. His mouth hung open a little and he stood with his arms limply at his sides as though he didn't know what to do with them anymore.

Vera walked across the room to him and slid her bare arms around his waist. He reached out automatically and encircled her with his arms, his warm hands resting gently on her back. Vera stepped closer, pressing her body against his. She nuzzled against his neck feeling the bristles of his two-day beard on her skin. She could smell the hot blood rushing under the skin, just beneath her lips. She shuddered and kissed him there, her eyes half closed with lust and that nameless hunger that made her want to kill.

David's hands moved on her bare back, gently stroking up and down, his skin was warm against hers and slightly rough. Vera purred and arched against him. Her nipples were hard and they rubbed against the soft material of his t-shirt. David was breathing heavily. He nuzzled his face into the curve of her neck and kissed her there, his lips soft and gentle. Vera let her mind go blank, enjoying every little touch and sensation as if for the first time. David's lips brushed her shoulder and he stroked his fingers through her hair, combing the dark locks with his fingers. 

Vera couldn't wait anymore. He wanted to take things slow but she needed to taste him. Vera brushed one hand along David's jaw and captured his lips with hers. He kissed her delicately and he tasted sweet. Vera relaxed into his rhythm. His lips caressed hers tenderly as his hands roamed slowly; rubbing her back, cupping the curve of her waist. Vera was entranced. A part of her wanted to rush forward hard, seeking the fierce pleasure she knew she could achieve from sex. She decided she would let this play out David's way. She had nothing but time.

David placed a hand on the back of her neck and kissed her more firmly, sliding his tongue into her mouth and making Vera moan. She wanted him to pull her hair now, wrench her head back, bite her neck. But he just kissed her, pressing his body gently against hers. She could feel his erection though his jeans; she wanted to tear the clothes off his body with her claws. Finally David lifted his shirt up and over his head and Vera happily ran her hands over his chest. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him fiercely, pressing their naked bodies together and making him moan.

Why was he moving so slowly? Vera thought. Did he doubt that she wanted this? She ran a finger down the trail of hair that disappeared into David's waistband. He got the message and unbuttoned his jeans, letting them and his boxers fall to the floor. Vera maneuvered them both to the bed, still kissing his lips. He laid her down gently and kissed her neck. Vera panted, she had always been turned on by exposing her throat and stomach to a man. In wolf culture this was a sign of submission. He moved down to her breasts, cupping each one and lapping his tongue over her nipples. Vera tried to lie still, squirming under his touches.

She ran the nails of one hand idly up and down David's back. She was already wet and she wanted him to get on with fucking her. She wanted to come. Vera forced herself to lie still and enjoy this; because it was enjoyable. David's tongue and his gentle fingers sent little pleasurable shudders through her body. He kissed around her navel, dipping his tongue into the depression in her flat belly and making her jump and giggle. One of his hands wandered closer to her sex and Vera tensed in anticipation, lifting up one knee. 

David chuckled at her eagerness and ran his torturous fingers along the soft skin of her inner thigh. He played around and around her sex, circling closer and closer until Vera thought she was going to explode. When he did finally touch her, David captured her mouth at the same time, stifling her moan with his lips. David slid one finger through her slick folds and flicked her clit, causing Vera to twitch and buck her hips. She wasn't used to being teased and the buildup was making every new sensation all the more intense.

As David slowly played his fingers through her wet folds Vera felt a powerful orgasm building inside her. Vera found her own hands idly lying on the sheets. She stroked her palms up David's arms and across his shoulders. She admired the lean shape of him. She didn't want to come before she'd felt David inside her. She reached her other hand down to grasp his cock.

He moaned and pressed himself into her palm. His skin was smooth and warm, she squeezed him gently. 

"Hold on," he whispered. "I'll get a condom."

"Don't worry about it," she panted.

"You sure?" his blue eyes were earnest in the dark. She nodded.

David rolled her over gently and positioned himself at her wet opening. Vera braced herself, ready for the thrust but he paused there. David looked down at her face, meeting her eyes in the dim moonlight. Vera was confused, she felt exposed under his gaze. She closed her eyes and kissed his soft lips, feeling him sink inside her at last.

David made love to her gently, kissing her lips and her neck. She arched against his body, feeling him brushing deep inside her over and over. She let out a little gasp as her orgasm built and wrapped one leg around his. David pushed faster, driving himself relentlessly against Vera's clit. She came silently, pressing her heaving body against his. She shuddered, twitching under him as David pumped into her once more, his warm breath misting her shoulder.

When they were finished he rolled to the side but continued to hold her, wrapped in his arms. Vera felt strange. She felt a closeness with this man right now but there was something very unfamiliar to her about the situation. She felt like she shouldn't be there anymore. A part of her wanted to sneak away into the night as soon as he fell asleep but a bigger part of her wanted to stay. 

When she looked at his face, eyes closed, breathing gently on the pillow next to hers she knew that she wouldn't leave. His strange gentle sex intrigued her. She wanted to do it again.



Werewolf Girl Ch. 03



The two days turned into a week. Vera had never lived with humans before but she felt at home in that house. She joked with Chris in the kitchen and watched movies with David on the couch. They made love in his bed every night and some days. Vera took to doing chores around the house. She knew they were feeding her so she thought the least she could do was reciprocate with laundry and dishes.

David drove Vera into town on the weekend and she filled out job applications at every place that would give her one. Vera had spent a few weeks waitressing here and there when she settled in a place. She got a few night shifts at the diner by the highway. David could drop her off on his way to work. 

She even made a friend at work, a girl named Deni. Vera wasn't much of a conversationalist and there were a lot of references that were lost on her but that didn't seem to bother Deni. She could chat all night long without any input from anyone. She and Vera liked to see who could get the biggest tips from customers. When an attractive man came in they would flirt outrageously with him, then giggle about it together in the kitchen.

Vera had never felt more like she belonged anywhere. She was...happy. She had spent a lot of time over the years wondering where her next meal would come from, where she would sleep that night. She thought she was strong and independent but now she was beginning to realize that she was just lonely and distrustful. The life she was living was strange but Vera felt oddly settled. Normally she would be looking for an exit strategy already and moving on to the next town but she felt content to stay here. And thinking about leaving David gave her a peculiar ache in her chest.

He was completely devoted to her. Vera caught him looking at her when they were in a room together and he would blush and look away. She enjoyed being with him but she knew her feelings were not as deep as his. She liked the way he made love to her. And that was the perfect term for it. She'd always just been fucked but David had a tenderness that she found endearing and intriguing. 

Vera was washing dishes in the kitchen and singing along to the oldies station on the radio one Sunday, swinging her hips and shaking her hair around. The boys were in the living room playing x-box. She could hear the occasional expletive and both Chris' and David's sexuality were continually being questioned. It was raining outside and when the front door opened a cool, damp gust blew in, bringing a wealth of strong scents with it.

Vera froze with the water running over her fingers. Werewolf. She could smell a werewolf in the house. A male, young and powerful. She shut off the water and considered slipping out the back door. The thought of David and how abandoned he'd feel stopped her. She could handle this.

"Lucien, my man!" and "Hey buddy!" rang out from the living room. Vera stepped timidly to the doorway, drying her hands on her jeans. The werewolf—in human form, or course-- was standing inside the doorway reaching out to shake Chris' outstretched hand of greeting. He wasn't taller than David but he was much broader. A white t-shirt stretched over his muscled arms as he reached down to pick up the backpack he'd dropped on the floor. 

David hopped up from the couch and pulled Vera forward by the hand. "Lucien, this is Vera," he said. "Vera, this is our other roommate, Lucien." Vera reached out a slim, brown hand for him to shake and looked up into his face. 

Lucien's hair was dark and long, falling around his shoulders. His impossibly dark eyes met hers knowingly and his nostrils flared as he shook her hand. His palm was wide and rough. He held her hand a little too tight. "Pleased to meet you," he rumbled in a deep, appealing voice. 

'He knows what I am,' Vera thought.

::

The boys made a pot of coffee and sat around the kitchen table, catching up. Lucien was vague about where he'd been the last few weeks, he kept steering the conversation back to the other boys and what they'd been up to. Vera sat beside David, suddenly feeling shy and uncertain. Occasionally David touched her knee with his and smiled at her out of the corner of his eye. 

"So how did you meet Vera?" Lucien asked casually, leaning back in his chair and fixing Vera with a predatory stare. She shivered a little. His gaze made her uncomfortable, like he knew too much about her.

"I, um, hit her with my car, actually," David said, laughing uncertainly at the strangeness of the story. He smiled at her tenderly, running his fingers through his unruly curls. "I took her home with me and, uh, the rest is history I guess!" Vera fiddled with her coffee cup; she didn't want to talk about this. There were a lot of unexplainable holes in that story. Lucien's dark eyes were fixed on Vera's. He knew there was more to the story but he didn't press. 

They chatted for a while longer and Vera kept catching Lucien's eyes on her. She could smell him all around in the room now and it was distracting. His scent was strong and spicy, powerful. It was irresistibly sexy to Vera and she found her eyes drawn to him as well. She skimmed his form in short glances, trying not to get caught.

After coming in from the rain his dark hair was drying in waves around his shoulders. He hadn't shaved in a few days and when he ran a palm over his face his skin made a rasping sound on the thick stubble. His lips were full and seemed to be curved in a perpetual smirk, like he knew something funny that nobody else did. Vera licked her lips, watching his. Her heart beat a little faster.

::

That night Vera was restless. David's soft caresses didn't satisfy her and the whole time they made love Lucien's intoxicating odor filled her nose, distracting her. While David kissed and petted her gently Vera couldn't help imagining what it would be like to be fucked by Lucien. And with him it would certainly be fucking. The big werewolf's evident power excited her and Vera lay awake thinking about him long after David had drifted off.

Still filled with restless energy Vera slipped out of bed and into the hall, closing the door quietly behind her. She slipped out the back door and stretched her arms above her head, looking longingly at the dark woods. She wondered if it was safe to run yet. It had been too long since she'd worn her wolf skin. 

A movement in the yard startled her at first but she recognized Lucien's scent immediately. He moved out of the shadows to greet her. "Vera," he rumbled. His voice set Vera's skin shivering with goose bumps. 

"Lucien," she replied coolly, refusing to let him see how he affected her. 

"So what brings you to my house?" He stepped close, filling up her space with his scent and his huge presence. His feet were bare in the grass.

"Protection," she murmured, meeting his dark eyes levelly. "I killed in a nearby town; they were hunting me. David hit me with his car, took me home." She knew Lucien wouldn't like her hunting in his territory. It could bring him trouble. She'd planned to be long gone by now.

Lucien's lip curled in a snarl. "How long ago was this?"

"Two weeks?" She stood strong in the face of his anger. His dark eyes bored into hers, pupils huge in the twilight.

"Have you been out again?" His anger seemed to be cooling. 

"No," she replied, glad that he wasn't still angry. Vera knew she was no match for him if he wanted to fight.

"You must be dying for a run," He rumbled, grinned at her, a white gleam of teeth in the moonlight. "I am."

She nodded, returning his infectious smile. Lucien grabbed his t-shirt behind his neck and pulled it off, dropping it in the grass. Vera admired his well-muscled chest from the corner of her eye as she shed her own clothes, only an oversized t-shirt of David's. They stood facing each other, naked, for a moment. Vera bit her lip unconsciously, delighting in the shape of him. He was huge and fierce in every sense.

Vera's breath caught and her nipples tightened as she began to make the change to her wolf form. It was swift and overwhelming. Having denied herself for so long she had no control over it. Vera felt like a teenager, being overtaken by the change. Her bones crunched and grew; she shook her pelt from her skin in a fluid wave. 

Lucien stood and watched her change and when she stood before him as a sleek grey wolf she watched him change too. He bent forward on himself and then seemed to burst outward, exploding into his wolf form. She'd never see someone change so fast. His wolf was no less powerful than his human shape. He stood as tall as any werewolf she'd met and his lustrous pelt was a sleek dark grey, tipped with silver.

They stood in the dark yard for a moment, looking at each other in their wolf skins for the first time. Then Lucien opened his mouth in a toothy, wolfish grin and took off running into the woods. Vera followed behind him, letting the dark wolf lead her through the summer woods. It felt amazing to be running again. Her nails dug into the dead leaves of the forest floor and her muscles stretched and strained deliciously, pushing her harder and faster. 

The warm air flowed smoothly in and out of her lungs, bringing all of the exciting night smells with it. Vera's blood was singing and her body worked as a smooth, vicious machine, surging through the darkness. Lucien picked up the pace, bounding up the mountain and she matched him. If felt good to run with another wolf. Vera knew she spent too much time alone but she never seemed to realize how much she missed having a pack around her. She could hear and smell Lucien in the dark beside her and when they ran close enough for their fur to brush against each other she felt a thrill go through her body.

They stopped running halfway up the mountain when they reached a small waterfall that emptied itself into a secluded little pond. Vera couldn't smell any humans nearby at all. Lucien transformed into his human form and stood smiling at her in the moonlight before he took a running start and dove into the pool. She transformed as well and watched him surface in the water, his skin glistening and his wet hair dripping down his back.

Vera's heart was pounding and her skin felt flushed. She told herself it was just from running but watching Lucien's muscular arms flex in the silvery moonlight as be brushed his hair from his face she wasn't so sure. This werewolf made her feel so strange. Vera had been in relationships with her own kind before, of course, but her attraction to Lucien was so sudden, so out of her control that it made her uneasy.

He was watching her now, as she made her way to the water's edge. Vera entered the water slowly, feeling the cold creep up her body, her legs, thighs, a shock of cold on her sex that made her gasp, her stomach, and her breasts, until she dropped below the surface, letting her overheated body get accustomed to the chill of the mountain water. 

When she surfaced Vera felt much cooler but her heart was still pounding. Lucien was still watching her. She felt like a magnet; she was constantly aware of him, couldn't stay away from him. Half of her wanted to fuck him right then, and the other half wanted to run far away and pretend she'd never met him. Vera dropped her eyes shyly and Lucien released her from his intense, dark stare.

They swam for a while, enjoying the warm night air, the cool water sliding over their skin, and the solitude. She'd missed nature so much the last few weeks. Vera didn't ever want to leave this place. She was very fond of David but this was something he would never understand. He could never run up a mountainside with her. He never felt the uncontrollable urge to howl with joy at the sight of a round moon. 

With goose bumps prickling her arms and legs, Vera finally waded out of the cold water. Her hair dripped in a long dark river down her back and her nipples tightened in the breeze. She lifted her arms above her head and stretched luxuriously, looking up at the hazy summer stars. She heard Lucien walking out of the water behind her and her heart was pounding even before he placed his warm hands on her hips. 

Vera shivered and her breathing picked up. His intoxicating scent was all around her. She felt drugged on him; she couldn't think clearly. This place, this night, felt like a different world from the one she'd been living in lately. 

Lucien brushed his lips ever so lightly over her shoulder, inhaling. "Mm, Vera," he moaned in her ear. "Your scent. It's bewitching me." She turned in his arms and placed her palms on his warm chest; she could feel his heart beating slow and steady. In his human form Lucien's chest was covered in a fine layer of dark hair. She smiled; the very animal-ness of him attracted her. 

Lucien's hand was on her hip, making small circles with his thumb on the smooth skin just inside her hipbone, driving her wild. He brought his other hand up to gently cradle her jaw and leaned down to place his lips against hers. He kissed her gently; more gently than she'd imagined he would. He caressed her lips with his, inhaling through his nose, breathing her in. 

Vera stepped closer, bringing more of their warm, wet skin into contact. Lucien curled his hand around the back of her neck, deepening the kiss. She gave a little moan of pleasure when he pushed his tongue into her mouth. She was shaking with want, now instead of cold; she could smell her own arousal and she knew he could too.

Lucien pulled her body against his, sliding his palm around to her lower back. Vera felt his erection pressing against her, a hot insistent bulge against her stomach. All of a sudden she panicked. She told herself she was feeling guilt about betraying David but that wasn't really it at all. She pulled away, breaking their kiss. The real reason was that it felt too good, too right. She'd never experienced anything like that before and it scared her.

Vera always felt like she was in control of herself, it was something she took pride in, something that always made her feel safe. She manipulated the emotions of humans and werewolves alike and when she was finished with someone she walked away without a second thought. The emotional distance she kept from everyone was what kept her free. In less than a day Lucien made her feel like all her barriers were suddenly gone and she was exposed. She looked at his confused eyes for a moment, panic flooding through her. And then she ran.

She changed on the run, tearing down the mountain path as a wolf. She knew Lucien was behind her but he was keeping his distance. She burned with shame and confusion. By running away Vera was admitting that she had lost control of herself, lost control of the situation. How could she ever face him again? She considered just leaving town. But she knew that would make David sad and she couldn't bear to leave Lucien, even if he scared her. Though now he might not want anything to do with her anyway.

::

Back at the house she changed into her human form and picked up her t-shirt from the lawn. It was a little damp with dew but she slipped it on anyway. Vera smelled like pond water and Lucien but she knew that David's human nose wouldn't detect anything amiss. She slipped into bed beside him and allowed herself to relax. David shifted around and wrapped his arm around her. She felt a stab of guilt at deceiving him; he was so sweet. But she was tired. She snuggled against his warmth and fell asleep enveloped by David's safe human smell.



Werewolf Girl Ch. 04



The next morning Vera woke up early. Instead of being tired from her run last night she felt invigorated. She left David sleeping in bed and went to the bathroom. She brushed her teeth and decided she couldn't tackle the mess of her hair until after coffee. 

She padded softly to the kitchen and could smell Lucien in there before she even got to the door. "Good morning Vera," he said politely, without turning around; he smelled her too.

"Hey," She replied in a small voice. She felt embarrassed about last night. 

"Coffee?" Lucien met her eyes and raised a quizzical eyebrow. His self-amused smirk was back.

She nodded and made her way over to fix herself a cup. Lucien didn't move out of the way and she had to lean into him to reach a cup from the cupboard. He felt too close; his heat and his scent invading her personal space. Vera didn't let her feelings show, carefully adding cream and sugar to her cup.

Lucien leaned down to murmur in her ear, "Will you run with me tonight?" His warm breath tickled her ear and Vera shivered, remembering a similar sensation from last night.

Vera shook her head. "I have to work tonight," She took her cup and glided away from him. She perched on a chair and regarded the big werewolf from the safety of the kitchen table. He chuckled and sat down opposite her, leaning back in his chair. 

They sipped their coffee in silence. Lucien looked cool and relaxed, flashing her a wicked smile now and then. You could have cut the sexual tension with a knife. 

David wandered sleepily into the kitchen. "Morning," he mumbled to Lucien. "Hey Babe," he kissed Vera on the top of her head and got himself a cup of coffee. "I thought you'd be sleeping in, Man," David said, sitting down next to Vera and bumping her knee with his own. 

"You know me," Lucien murmured. "Big plans today." He smiled in a way that made Vera's abdomen tighten.

David rolled his eyes. "You and your mysterious plans." He rested his chin on Vera's shoulder and nuzzled her with his face. "I have some errands to run today. Wanna come with me?" She nodded and drained her cup.

"I'm gonna get dressed." She got up and slipped out of the room, ignoring Lucien's dark eyes following her.

::

Vera didn't see Lucien for the rest of the day. When she and David got home Lucien was out and she was both relieved and disappointed. She tried to put him out of her mind as she got ready for work. She knew it was cheesy but she liked her little waitress shirt. The tight button-up made her boobs look great and she knew that helped with the tips. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and gave her reflection a saucy smile in the mirror. 

When David dropped her off at the diner she gave him a lingering kiss in the car. She held his face in her hands and caressed his lips with hers, brushing him gently with her tongue. He gave a low moan and pulled her closer with an arm around her waist. Vera giggled and disentangled herself, hopping out of the car and blowing him a kiss through the window. She loved that she could make him want her so easily.

Monday nights were always slow at the diner. Vera was glad that Deni was there so she had someone to chat with. Deni was telling her what a piece of shit her current boyfriend was and Vera was trying to convince her to break it off with him. She didn't understand why anyone would put up with that shit. There were so many other human men. Why bother with the disappointing ones?

"You should drop him and find someone else," Vera said, following Deni's curvy ass as with her eyes as she swaggered out of the kitchen.

"Ooh," Deni purred, in a low voice. "I think I just did."

Vera peered around her friend's curly blond head, already smiling, smelling a tip challenge and... Lucien. 

"Shit," she tried to duck back into the kitchen but he'd seen her and greeted Vera with a feral grin.

"Do you know him?" Deni hissed, grinning and grabbing Vera's wrist.

"I'll explain later," she whispered, grabbing a menu and walking over to the counter where Lucien was sitting, elbows on the table, waiting for her. "Can I get you anything to drink, Sir?" she asked, meeting his eyes coolly. 

"Coffee," he purred, holding her gaze with his dark eyes. "Black."

She nodded and walked over to the coffee pots where Deni was leaning, giving her a huge 'you better tell me this fucking story' stare. She shot back an 'in a minute' look and poured him a cup of the greasy dark liquid.

Vera walked back over and slid the coffee across the counter to Lucien. He rested his fingertips on the warm porcelain, the cup looking small in his large hands. "Thanks, Vera. And I'll have a cheeseburger. Rare." 

"Anything else?" Vera slid her order pad out of her pocket and scribbled his burger down. 

"Not right now," that smirk again.

"OK," she didn't meet his eyes. "I'll have that right out for you." Vera walked slowly back to the kitchen, her heart hammering. She just had time to stick her order on the spindle before Deni ambushed her. 

"So?" She was almost jumping with excitement. "Who is that? God, he's gorgeous."

"Umm," Vera smoothed her ponytail down and glanced out the porthole window into the nearly empty restaurant. "That's David's roommate, Lucien."

"Oh my God. He lives with you?" Vera nodded. "There's, like, crazy tension between you two. What's going on?

Deni sure was observant. "Nothing, Deni, God. I just met him, actually." She tried to walk back out into the restaurant but Deni caught her arm. "I don't believe you," she sing-songed. "You don't have to tell me but something definitely happened." She gave Vera a knowing look and went out.

Vera took a deep breath and tried to collect her thoughts. Everything had been going so well. She just wanted... she wanted...What did she want? David? A quiet life in the country?

Lucien's burger slid through the window from the kitchen. This wasn't the time or place for soul searching. She grabbed the plate and brought it out. Lucien was sipping his coffee and chatting to Deni. Vera felt a hot and unexpected surge of rage towards her friend. She felt the burger start to slide off the plate in her slack hand and caught it just in time.

Deni was leaning over the counter, giggling and pushing her boobs out: classic tip contest stance. It made Vera angry. Lucien was hers. Or was he? She strode over with her shoulders back and slid the burger neatly in front of Lucien and smiled coolly at him. 

"Thanks Babe," he winked at her. She seethed inside. "I was just catching up with your friend Deni." He flashed the other girl a million dollar smile. 

"Were you?" Vera placed a friendly warning hand on Deni's shoulder. "Can you help me with something in the kitchen, quick?"

"Absolutely!" Deni beamed and followed Vera through the swinging door, throwing Lucien a flirty glance over her shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Vera hissed, holding Deni by her upper arms.

"Getting the scoop! What's gotten into you?" Deni wriggled free. "I've never seen you lose your cool with anyone before. What's with this guy? He didn't tell me anything, by the way."

Even Deni could see how crazy Lucien was making her. Vera needed to sort this mess out. "OK but you can't tell anyone." Deni nodded enthusiastically, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. "This sounds crazy but Lucien and I have this...connection. I can't explain it but we're...attracted to each other."

"Well duh," Deni rolled her eyes. "He's fuckin' hot! I'm attracted to him."

"We kissed," Vera blurted out. She covered her eyes with her hand. "Last night. We kissed and it was so amazing and then I ran away. I don't know what I'm doing."

"Oh sweetie," Deni put a sympathetic hand on Vera's arm. "You just met him. Do you want to leave David for him? It's super awkward that they're roommates."

"I don't know. I really don't know what I'm going to do."

Deni bit her lip. "Do you want me to take care of him? You could stay in here till he leaves. It's really slow."

The thought of Deni flirting with Lucien made Vera's blood run hot. "Nah, I'll deal with it. Probably better to face things anyway." She squared her shoulders and smiled.

"That's the Vera I know!" Deni said approvingly and followed her out into the diner. 

Deni wandered off to check on her one other table. Lucien was just finishing his burger. Vera walked over and stood in front to f him, the countertop between them. "Hey," she said, meeting his eyes. 

"Hey," he said, holding her eyes and licking ketchup off his thumb with a long, slow tongue. 

Vera took a deep breath in and blew it out. "I liked running with you last night," she said softly. "I want to do it again." she kept her voice level, even though her heart was pounding.

::

Vera waited until Daniel was sweetly asleep, curled around her body. She slipped quietly out of bed and into the moonlit backyard. Lucien's huge form was lying in the grass, naked, looking up at the sky. Vera hesitated a moment and lay down beside him. 

Even though it was late the summer sky was a dark, hazy blue. Vera closed her eyes and breathed deeply of the fresh night air and Lucien's intoxicating scent. She was excited to run again. Her blood pumped fiercely and her muscles couldn't wait to be in motion.

Vera looked over and Lucien was smiling at her; that self-amused sideways smirk. She grinned back wickedly and got to her feet. They transformed and Vera followed the big werewolf into the dark woods again.

They ran a different way tonight, through the lowland marshes. The air was filled with the rich, damp smells of mud and moss and the various interesting creatures that lived in it. The werewolves ran fast, muscles straining deliciously, mud spattering their fur.

They stopped to drink at a clear stream, tongues lolling. Vera was overcome with a feeling of contentment that was rare for her. Here with Lucien in the dark she didn't need to worry about anything and it was nice. She leaned her furry shoulder against his in a silent gesture of affection. The big werewolf reached out and licked her muzzle with a long pink tongue.

When they loped back into the yard of the farmhouse and transformed Vera giggled and pointed at Lucien. His feet and legs were covered in mud. There was some splashed on his chest and in his hair, too. Lucien tipped his chin at Vera and she realized she looked about the same. Lucien beckoned and led her around the garage to where there was an outdoor shower. He turned the cold spray on and stepped under it, pulling Vera with him.

They stood close together, the cold water raising goose bumps on their skin and making Vera's nipples harden into pink points on her round breasts. She raised her hand to Lucien's wide chest and rubbed at a spot of mud there, watching it dissolve and run down his body in a stream of water. 

Lucien raised his big hands to Vera's arms, rubbing up and down her cold flesh. He moved his hands around to her back, washing the mud off of her and pulling her closer to his warm body. Vera let out an involuntary gasp when she felt his erection bob against her stomach. She stepped closer, her nipples brushing the dark hairs on Lucien's chest. 

She explored him with her fingers, washing the mud from his skin. Her hands brushed over his broad back and shoulders, down his thickly muscled arms and over his wide chest. Lucien tangled his fingers in her long wet hair and pulled, tipping Vera's head back. She felt his lips on the skin of her throat and her breath started coming in quick gasps.

She could feel the throbbing heat between her legs as Lucien's lips and tongue caressed the tender skin below her ear. When Lucien pulled away and let her go she made a soft sound of protest and he chuckled. "We'd better get inside," he murmured. "The sun is rising."

The pink glow on the eastern horizon confirmed his words and Vera slunk into the house after him. She felt pent up and frustrated, like a fresh kill had been snatched from her jaws before she could taste it. Lucien was smirking again.



Werewolf Girl Ch. 05



The next weekend a friend of the boys' was playing with his band at a local dive bar. The white farm house piled into two cars and drove over. Vera was excited, she loved going out at night. She put her head out the window of Daniel's car and let the wind stream through her hair, smelling the night smells of the road. Daniel laughed at her and tried to pull her back inside but Vera just grinned at him and howled out the window into the rushing darkness.

The bar was crowded and dim. They squeezed in around a sticky table by the stage and Daniel went to buy drinks. There were some young guys on the stage, moving wires around and testing their instruments. Chris and Lucien waved at the bass player until he noticed them and gave a too-cool nod of recognition.

Daniel came back and passed out plastic cups of beer. He squeezed in next to Vera and she smiled at him. On her other side Lucien put his big, warm hand on her bare knee under the table. Vera sipped her drink.

The band introduced themselves and started playing with a crash of guitars. Between the music and the crowd it was very loud in the bar, making conversation near impossible. Daniel tried to say something to Vera but she just shrugged and shook her head. Lucien's thumb made little excruciating circles on the inside of her thigh.

The band was pretty good. The funky bluegrass numbers soon had people up on the dance floor in front of the stage. Vera raised her arms and shimmied in her seat, grinning. Chris left the table to talk to a girl who'd been making eyes at him from the bar. "DON"T WAIT UP," he bellowed at them with a wink.

Daniel gave a surprised jump and pulled his vibrating phone out of his pocket to read a text. He frowned and typed something back, bending low over the glowing screen. After reading the reply he leaned over and shouted in Vera's ear, "I HAVE TO GO IN TO WORK. KENNY CALLED IN SICK."

Vera pouted. She been having so much fun. Daniel leaned over to bellow something in Lucien's ear who nodded. Back to Vera's ear: "LUCIEN WILL DRIVE YOU HOME. SEE YOU LATER!" Daniel kissed her cheek and she smiled at him and squeezed his hand.

As Daniel made his way out of the crowded bar Lucien reached over for Daniel's half full beer and downed it followed by his own. "Bottoms up," he mouthed to Vera with a grin. She smiled and finished her beer and Lucien pulled her to her feet and onto the dance floor. 

Vera loved to dance and she soon lost herself in the thumping drums and quick rhythms. Lucien moved with her, his rough hands skimming her body and keeping her close. Vera shook her hair out and placed her arms around Lucien's neck. She relished being close to him, moving in rhythm with him. It was like sex, but they were surrounded by people, fully clothed. They were pretending that this wasn't turning them on so much. 

Feeling Lucien's body moving against her and his hands on her curves, clutching her, letting her go, soon had Vera aroused. Her heart was thumping and she only wanted to be closer to him. They moved together, bodies pressed close, almost obscenely. They danced for the whole set. By the time the band finished playing Lucien and Vera were sweating and breathing hard like they'd been running all night.

Towing Lucien by the hand, Vera pushed through the press of people and out of the bar. In the parking lot Vera gasped in great lung-fulls of air. The hot night seeming suddenly refreshing after the stagnant air of the bar. Insects buzzed around the yellow globes of the streetlights and the three quarter moon cast cool shadows under the nighttime trees.

They walked slowly to Lucien's truck, holding hands. Vera's blood was up from the dancing. She didn't want this night to end yet. She stopped by Lucien's truck and looked up at the hazy stars. He came up behind her and placed his big hands on her waist, squeezing gently and nuzzling her neck.

"Mmm," Vera purred. "Lucien?"

"Yes Babe?"

"Let's go somewhere." her voice was pitched low, lustful and husky.

He nodded, his nose brushing against her dewy neck. They got into Lucien's truck and he started driving. The windows were open and as they left town and headed down a country road the crickets and cicadas made a soothing background music. 

Vera felt drunk though she'd certainly burned off her beer with dancing hours ago. She licked her puffy lips and her eyes were heavy lidded as she watched Lucien driving in the dim glow of the dashboard. He had one big hand on the top of the wheel, the other elbow out the window. His long hair curled against his collar and his sweat smelled like the best thing Vera could imagine. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone and she could see a shadow of dark hair on his broad chest. Vera thought of all the things she wanted to do to him. She fluffed her hair off her sweaty neck and waited.

Lucien turned the truck off the lonely back road into a pull-off Vera hadn't even noticed. They were completely hidden under the dark shadows of the trees. Lucien cut the engine and they sat in the sudden quiet of the truck cab. Vera could just make him out in the dark, his silhouette a blacker shadow in the dark night. She slid across the cracked vinyl of the seat; it was one of those old fashioned bench seats, running the length of the cab.

Lucien slid out from behind the wheel to meet her. His breathing was coming fast and deep. Vera hitched up her skirt and straddled his lap, grinning as she delicately ran her palms up his chest. He rested his hands on her smooth, bare thighs, pushing her skirt up higher. Vera shivered. Her panties were already soaked and she rocked herself gently on the bulge in Lucien's jeans. They were stalling, trying to draw this out, but it had been building for so long.

Vera brought her hands up to Lucien's face, her fingers brushing along his jaw, over his lips. She leaned down and kissed him, their hot lips meeting at last. If the whole evening of dancing had been foreplay, this felt like sex. He moaned, low in his throat and grabbed her around the back of the neck, his thick fingers gripping her like a vice. Vera whimpered, her tongue caressing his, her lips fiercely reaching for him.

Lucien fumbled, looking for the zipper of her dress, his large hands clumsy in the dark. He gave up and grasped the bodice of her dress in two handfuls, ripping it down the front with a growl and letting Vera's breasts bounce free. He pounced on them, squeezing and licking, gasping in great breaths of her scent.

Vera leaned back, purring. She felt like she was on the edge of an orgasm already. She pushed her fingers through his thick, dark hair and held on, pulling hard. Lucien lifted Vera easily and laid her down on the seat. He pulled her torn dress open further, licking his way down her belly, drawn by the scent of her sex, which filled the air of the cab like heavy perfume.

He pulled her skirt up and Vera felt his lips and teeth on the soft skin inside her thigh. She shivered and let out a moan. He pulled her panties down, the damp cotton tangling around her knees before she finally kicked them off, giggling. Lucien spread her legs again and she panted, waiting, feeling his hot breath on her sex.

When he licked her with a hot, wet tongue Vera moaned and arched her back. He flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit which was already sensitive and standing up. Vera whimpered and tried to push him away. She didn't want to come until she'd felt him inside her.

Lucien chuckled low in his throat and worked his way up Vera's body again. He paused at her breasts, pinching her nipples until they were tingling and sensitive. Then he put them in his mouth, sucking and biting until Vera was writhing in lust and pain. He finally abandoned her breasts for her mouth. She unbuckled his belt and reached inside, sliding her hand around him for the first time.

She gave a little moan against his lips. He was hard and hot, even bigger than she thought he would be. Lucien rested above her in the dark truck cab, looking down at Vera in the faint light of the summer night sky.

"Oh Vera," he groaned. "You have no idea how much I want you."

She smiled back, heart pounding. "Probably about as much as I want you."

He captured her mouth again, holding her face still with one big hand while he aggressively plundered her mouth. Vera tilted her hips up, seeking him. She felt his tip brush against her and they both shuddered. 

Lucien sat up and grabbed Vera by the hips, easily flipping her over on the truck seat. Vera waited, on hands and knees, barely containing her lust. She expected him to slam into her but Lucien took his time about it. He ran a hand up the smooth channel of her back, where Vera's skin was damp with sweat.

He grabbed a handful of her long dark hair, pulling until Vera was forced to lift her head, her back arching. He grabbed her hip then and eased himself inside her with a groan. Vera gasped, feeling herself contract around his length. 

He pumped into her slowly but hard, pulling her hair, his breath hissing through his bared teeth. Vera panted, her breath coming out in a little moan of pleasure each time he thrust deep into her. Suddenly Lucien pulled her up to rest against his sweaty chest, still sheathed deep inside her.

He cupped her breast with one hand and reached down to rub her clit, slick with the juice that was dripping out of her. Vera moaned and Lucien leaned his face into the side of her neck, testing her skin with his teeth. She shuddered, knowing exactly how easily he could rip her throat out if he wanted to.

He thrust into her shallowly, his rough fingers relentless on her sensitive clit. He breathed with a growl against her ear and Vera shuddered her way closer to orgasm. He rubbed her harder, feeling her muscles contract around his shaft and pinched her nipple hard with his other hand. He closed his teeth on the meat of her shoulder and bit down, his sharp teeth just breaking the skin.

Vera came with a cry, still held against Lucien's powerful chest. He pushed her down on the seat and thrust into her powerfully, holding her hips. He finished with a snarl, holding her hips against him as he spurted inside her. 

They moved apart, gingerly, and Vera settled against the door with her feet in his lap. The cool night air through the open windows felt amazing. She stretched lazily and smiled at Lucien. He smiled back, a gleam of sharp white teeth in the dark.

"I'd like to do that again," Vera smiled.

"You'll have to give me a minute, love," he chuckled.

"Not now!" She giggled. "But I mean..." she dropped he eyes, suddenly serious. "That was amazing. I can't go the rest of my life without doing that again." She peeked up at the big werewolf through her lashes.

Lucien sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair. "I feel the same," his voice rumbled out of the dark.

She didn't say anything but they were both thinking it: David. Their three lives were terribly jumbled up in that house. Vera wasn't sure at all if she and Lucien would be able to disentangle themselves.

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It was late when the truck pulled into the driveway at the house but David wasn't back yet. Vera and Lucien entered the house together, hand in hand, Vera holding the pieces of her ripped dress to her chest. His hand was warm in hers and she felt like they fit perfectly together.

In the dark living room Lucien gave her hand a squeeze and let go, meaning to go upstairs to his room.

"Not yet!" Vera exclaimed. After having had him she didn't want to let him go, yet.

"David will be home soon," Lucien said, moving to stand in front of Vera and putting his arms around her. She nuzzled her face against his broad chest, enjoying the smell of him. 

"Okay," she said at last, letting him go. "But just for now."

"Just for now." He planted a kiss on her forehead and they went their separate ways.



Werewolf Girl Ch. 06



Chapter 6

Lying in bed Vera stretched, naked, kicking off the tangled sheets. She felt a little sore in a few places. She ran a finger over the tooth marks on her shoulder. They would be healed by the time the sun rose. It would be better if she slept. He body was exhausted but her mind was racing.

She felt like she was aware of Lucien even though she wasn't with him. His scent was all over her and she imagined him lying upstairs in his bed, thinking of her. It made Vera angry that she couldn't go up there and sleep beside him, nested into that warmth and scent and safety. She hated being told what to do but this time it was her own conscience doing the telling.

She must have drifted off at last because she woke when David climbed into bed, shifting the mattress. Seeing that she was awake David cuddled up to her, taking her naked body gently in his arms. He smelled like cigarette smoke and buttered popcorn. It made Vera smile and she squeezed him back.

Neither of them spoke but David caressed her, his soft hands smoothing themselves over his skin in lazy patterns. She turned sleepily onto her back and opened herself to him. He kissed her gently and thoroughly, as though her were tasting and appreciating her.

Vera moaned softly as David eased himself inside of her. They moved together, gently, like seaweed in a current. Sheathed tightly in her slick warmth David held her close until they came, gently, shaking against each other.

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The next morning Vera didn't want to get up. She had never been one to lay about in bed; there was always something to do and she was usually eager to greet the day. Vera, who always seemed to know her own mind, was paralyzed by indecision. She wanted Lucien, needed him. But she had become very fond of David. She knew that it would bother her if she hurt him. And she didn't know how to leave without hurting him. 

The day passed slowly. Lucien wasn't home. Vera watched TV with David and did some chores. She was restless and everything seemed to annoy her. She decided to make dinner to occupy her hands at least, and try to take her mind off things. The boys all came home and gathered in the kitchen, sniffing expectantly and wondering what was for dinner.

"Steak," she announced proudly, flipping a slab of meat in the skillet. "And potatoes."

They ate in front of the TV, plates balanced on their knees. Vera sat between David and Lucien on the couch, their legs touching her on either side. Vera relished the savory red meat. She sliced big chunks off her steak and chewed them with relish, eyes closed. 

David cut into his meat and frowned at it. "That's little rare, isn't it, Honey?"

Vera and Lucien both looked up at him, mouths full. Vera swallowed. "We can put yours back in the pan for a minute if you want." She said

"Nah," David smiled. "It looks fine, actually."

Chris wolfed down his food and scooted out the door again. He had a date with the girl he'd met at the bar. 

When David went to put his plate in the kitchen Lucien twined his fingers into Vera's hair, pulling her towards him and burying his face in her neck. 

"When can we be alone?" he growled, his breath hot against her skin.

She was almost panting and felt herself growing damp between her legs. "Tonight," she whispered. "David's working." He placed his finger against the pulse in her wrist and she looked into his deep eyes and they both felt her heart beat fast. When they heard David walking back to the living room they broke apart.

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After Vera heard David's car pull out of the driveway she bounded up the stairs to Lucien's room. He was waiting for her, reclined on the bed and she grinned when she saw him. "You look good enough to eat," she purred. She sauntered slowly towards him, even though all she wanted to do was leap into his arms.

"I could say the same," he smirked, running his tongue over sharp teeth. 

Vera looked around Lucien's bedroom for the first time. It was masculine and spartan. There was a desk, a bed, shelves, some clothes. She inhaled and felt dizzy with the concentration of Lucien's scent. Her eyes were drawn to him again, still lounging on the bed, watching her. His dark eyes were half closed but his whole body radiated power and energy. At a moment's notice this man could become a killing machine.

Unable to resist him any longer Vera walked slowly to the side of the bed. She liked the way his eyes clung to the curves of her hips as she walked. Vera pushed her fingers into Lucien's hair and he closed his eyes. Lucien's hand snaked around the back of her bare thigh and he pulled her closer, making tickly little circles on her skin with his thumb.

Vera climbed onto the bed and threw one leg over Lucien's body so she was straddling his hips. He groaned when she sank down onto him and Vera could feel the bulge in his jeans already. He ran his rough palms up and down the smooth skin of her thighs and Vera rocked on him, feeling herself growing slippery.

She leaned forward to kiss him and stopped, an inch from his lips. He lay still in the dim light, his full lips parted in anticipation. Lucien opened his eyes a fraction to see what was taking her so long. "What?" he asked.

"Nothing," she whispered back. "Just looking," she smiled. He smiled back and closed his eyes again. God, she loved his mouth. Vera could have looked at him all day. She ran her fingertips over the strong square shape of his jaw, then his lips. Lucien snapped his teeth at her fingers and Vera pulled back, laughing.

He caught her face between his palms and kissed her deeply. Vera melted against him. His wide chest was warm and solid and he smelled amazing, spicy, masculine and dengerous. Lucien's lips caressed hers and his tongue darted into her mouth. She tried to catch it with her own. They rolled on the bed, laughing and wrestling, each trying to get on top of the other.

Vera was out of breath and giggling furiously when Lucien finally got her pinned. She tried to push him away and wriggle free. "Oh no you don't!" he laughed and grabbed her wrists, holding them down on the bed on either side of her head.

She smiled up at him, her hips pinned to the bed under his weight. "What you gonna do now, wolf-boy?" she teased.

"I might just have to eat you up," he said with a devilish grin. He was breathing hard himself and his hair was falling down around his face. 

He bent his head slowly towards Vera's exposed throat. Her heart was pounding and she let out a little moan of pleasure when his lips touched her sensitive skin. He moved his mouth right over her jugular, feeling her life's blood pulse beneath his lips and tongue. Lucien bit gently at the skin of her neck, making Vera gasp and shiver. She hardly dared move with his powerful jaws so close to her throat but she trusted him.

He kissed and bit his way down her long neck and nosed his way into her cleavage, breathing in her scent and sighing. Lucien let go of her wrists to squeeze Vera's full breasts through her t-shirt. She moaned softly and stretched out, enjoying his caresses.

Lucien lifted the hem of her shirt and stroked his thumbs up the gently curved planes of her belly. He kissed each of her hip bones and Vera giggled when he dipped his tongue into her belly button. Lucien unbuttoned Vera's shorts and sat up to let her wiggle out of them. With much kicking and squirming he finally pulled them off of her bare feet and flung the offensive garment across the room.

He removed her panties too and sat back on his heels, looking at Vera lying naked on his bed. The sun had set but the moon was bright through the window—almost full. Vera smiled at the dreamy, lustful expression on Lucien's face. She stretched her arms over her head and flexed her muscles in a smooth ripple down her body.

"Oh, Vera," he half groaned.

"Hmm?" she questioned innocently.

"You'll be the death of me."

She grinned and crooked one finger, beckoning him back down to her. He obliged and sank down beside her, wrapping her in his arms and kissing her mouth, warm and passionately. 

Vera broke the kiss gently. "You know," she said teasingly, toying with a button on Lucien's shirt. "It seems supremely unfair that you are full dressed and I'm naked."

Lucien obliged her by rolling onto his back and spreading his arms away from his body. He smiled and closed his eyes. "Have at it, love."

Smiling, Vera climbed on top of the big werewolf and started unbuttoning his shirt. She ran her hands over his chest, opening his shirt and running her slim fingers through the dark hair that covered his pecks. Vera bent down and kissed his shoulder, the smooth skin of his bicep, she closed her lips around one dark nipple and sucked until she felt it tighten in her mouth.

She worked her way down, over the smooth ridges of his abs, running her fingers down the trail of dark hair that led her like a path into his jeans. She scooted down Lucien's body and unbuttoned his pants slowly. She folded down the top of his pants, placing a kiss just inside his waistband. She heard Lucien's intake of breath above her and smiled.

She shimmied his pants and boxers down his legs, and dismounted briefly so he could kick them off onto the floor. Vera knelt between her lover's knees and ran her hands up his thighs. He groaned in anticipation but didn't move from his spread-eagled position.

Vera looked at his tool, standing up hard in the silvery moonlight, surrounded by a neat forest of dark hair. She ran her hand up his shaft, turning her fingers to encircle him. Lucien's cock jumped and pulsed at her touch. She moved her other hand up Lucien's thigh to cup his balls gently. He groaned again and lifted his hips in a phantom thrust. 

Vera leaned forward and took him into her mouth. Lucien let out a sigh and Vera took him deeper, inhaling his rich, masculine scent. She pulled back, wiggling her long tongue against the sensitive underside of his cock. Lucien's fingers wound their way into her hair and he pressed her down again. She acquiesced and took him as deep into her throat as she could, swallowing around his thick head.

Lucien's fingers in her hair pulled her off again and Vera sat up, wiping her lips on the back of her hand.

Lucien crooked his finger, beckoning her down to him as she had done. Vera sat back, shaking her head and smiling devilishly. In a flash Lucien surged up and grabbed her, pinning Vera to the bed under him. He held her down with his hands on her wrists and slowly spread her legs with his knee. She looked up at him, panting. She tested his grip by trying to move her arms but she might as well have tried to move a mountain.

He lowered himself down and pressed into her. Vera arched her back and lifted her hips, taking him as deep as she could. He thrust into her, slowly, she could feel his whole length moving inside of her. Lucien's deep brown eyes looked into her own and Vera felt like she was completely exposed to him. But she couldn't look away.

The pressure of Vera's orgasm built and her knees started to shake. Lucien's pace picked up, as though he could sense what she needed. He released his hold on her wrists and moved his arms under Vera's body, holding her close to his chest.

Vera wrapped her arms around Lucien broad shoulders and molded her body to his. He moved so deep inside her that she felt like they were one person, moving in perfect sync. With his cock brushing over and over that special spot inside her, Vera's orgasm exploded. Her body arched and she threw her head back, shaking in Lucien's arms. He moaned and came with her, holding her body tight against his as he came inside her.

They held each other for a minute, catching their breath until Vera wiggled out of his arms and stretched like a cat. "Thanks, baby." She grinned, hopping out of bed. "Now let's go run!"

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::

Hi friends! The next chapters might be a *little* late as I haven't actually written them yet :/

I promise I'll try to keep up!

-T.



Werewolf Girl Ch. 07



Hi friends, it's short but it's not late! More to come.

Love, T.

Chapter 7

They ran into the hills that night, and Vera led the way. She could feel the influence of the moon, riding the night sky above them, almost full. The closer the moon got to full the harder it was to stay human at night, and the harder it was to think like a human. On the night of the full moon, from moonrise to moonset, werewolves were fully animal. They had to be careful, on the night of the full moon, to make sure they weren't in a populated area when the sun set. 

They'd been running through the dark woods for hours when Vera picked up a scent: human. She followed, nose to the ground, suddenly oblivious to everything but the pursuit of her prey. The scent was that of a male, young, alone. Vera's paws were almost silent on the pine needles that covered the forest floor, she could just barely hear Lucien padding through the dark in her wake. 

Through the trees ahead she saw a campfire; her quarry was sitting beside it, staring into the flames. Good, Vera thought, the light would blind him until it was too late. Clear slaver dripped from her jaws as Vera slowed and dropped into a crouch. The scent of the young man was rich in the cool night air. Vera circled left, mentally willing Lucien to go right, flanking the prey. She stalked slowly behind the man, ready to pounce. A quick snap to the back of the neck, he wouldn't even have time to scream.

Just as Vera gathered her legs beneath her to spring, Lucien surged out of the darkness with a snarl, blocking her path. The hiker shrieked at the sight of the wolves and fell off his seat, scrambling away.

Vera growled low in her throat and tried to step around the bigger werewolf. Lucien moved to block her again. The hiker scrambled to his feet and took off running. She could hear his panting breath and scrabbling feet as he half ran, half fell down the hillside, away from his camp.

Lucien transformed into his human shape and stood, chest heaving in the firelight. Vera transformed as well, her blood boiling with anger.

"What the hell were you doing?" he asked her, gesturing in the direction the man had fled.

"Having a snack. Why did you stop me?" she snarled back. "We're not even in your territory; no one would have suspected you."

"It's not about that!" Lucien looked flabbergasted. "You were trying to kill him!"

"He was a human!" Vera retorted hotly. "Prey. It's what we do!"

"It's not what I do." He replied hotly, running a hand through his hair and turning away from her. 

Vera narrowed her eyes. "You don't kill humans? Even when you can get away with it?"

"No," he said softly.

"Never?" Vera was intrigued, her anger draining away. She'd never met a werewolf who didn't hunt before. They had to be careful of course, especially close to home, but they all did it. Once you tasted the flesh of a man nothing else came close.

"No." Lucien said sharply. "They might not be like us but they still have thoughts and feelings." He gestured down the hill again. "That could have been David!"

Vera twisted her lip in a snarl, expressing contempt, but inside she felt something strange. She really did care about David. If someone else killed him, like she had almost killed that hiker, she would be angry and upset.

The two wolves made their way back through the woods but Vera's mind was still spinning. She had been raised to think of humans as prey. Beneath her. The werewolf population was small by comparison to humans so they had to be careful, but the humans were theirs to hunt. She'd thought that all werewolves felt the same way. 

Since spending time with David and Chris she'd gotten to know them as people. They weren't the weak, stupid creatures she'd thought humans were. Her jaws still salivated at the thought of eating human flesh but when she pictured David's sweet face on the body she was ripping apart, Vera found she had no stomach for the kill.

Lucien seemed distant when he kissed her goodnight in the backyard. These feelings were new to Vera but Lucien had obviously spent a lot more time in the company of humans. Lying awake in David's bed that night Vera wondered again why Lucien had never joined a pack. He was young but she thought he had the makings of an alpha wolf. She could easily see him leading his own pack. Then she wondered again why she herself had never joined a pack.

Vera had tried it of course. When she came across another group on her travels she usually stayed for a week or a month, maybe even several. But she never seemed to find a place within a pack. And the road was always calling to her. Vera's father used to tease her that she's caught the wanderlust from her mother, whom Vera had never met.

Thinking about it Vera got a prickly feeling, and suddenly the walls seemed too close. She longed to slip outside and run all night. Away from here. Just to see what was over the next hill, around the next curve in the road.

Eventually Vera fell asleep but the wanderlust had been reawakened inside her.

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David seemed more jittery than usual the next day. He was jiggling his knees and tapping his fingers. Vera had made up her mind to talk to him, to break it off, but it never seemed like the right time. She followed him around the house all morning, making both of them nervous.

Finally she worked up her nerve and cornered him in the kitchen while he was making a sandwich.

"David," she said, putting a hand on his elbow. "I need to talk to you."

He put down the butter knife and sighed, running a hand through his curly hair and making it stand up in funny shapes. "I need to talk to you, too," he sighed.

They sat down at the kitchen table and David took Vera's hands in his. He sighed and looked at her, his blue eyes earnest. Did he know? Vera wondered briefly.

"I got an internship," David said. "In California. It's with a film studio; it's exactly what I wanted."

Vera breathed a sigh of relief and sat back in her chair. This was wrapping itself up more neatly than she could have hoped.

David peeked up at her through his lashes. "Would you...um. Would you come with me?" He looked so sweet and hopeful.

Vera squeezed his hand and smiled at him. "I can't, David. Actually it think it's time I was moving on anyway. This was only supposed to be two days, remember?"

"Yeah," he smiled sadly, not meeting her eyes. "Where will you go?"

Vera shrugged. Now that she had said it out loud she felt the need to move on gnawing at her. She had been ignoring it all this time but the wanderlust was always there, tugging at her mind, trying to push her out the door and on to new adventures.

"I'm not sure," Vera smiled with genuine excitement. "But it doesn't matter. When does your internship start?" Vera asked, tearing her mind away from her own plans.

"Right away. I'm leaving tomorrow." David answered.

"Wow. OK." Vera squeezed his hand again. "I'll miss you." And she was surprised to find that she really meant it.

"Me too." David looked up at her again and his eyes were distorted by tears. Vera felt something wrench inside her chest and hot up to perch on David's lap, wrapping her arms around him. "Maybe you can visit," David said, nuzzling his face into her neck.

"Yeah," Vera replied, knowing that she never would. "I have your number. I'll call you."

David sighed and held her tighter. He knew she wouldn't call too.

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The sex is different, when you know it's the last time. Everything seemed more important to Vera that night. She and David undressed each other slowly, noticing every curve and angle of each other's bodies. David kissed her lips softly, tasting her thoroughly. He stroked her hair, running his fingers through the dark locks from her nape down to the middle of her back, the silky strands flowing smoothly through his long fingers.

Vera sighed and leaned into him, pressing her skin against his skin and feeling his comforting warmth. They sank onto the bed together, touching and kissing with a bittersweet urgency. They wanted each other but they wanted this to last, their final night together.

Finally, David's caresses and kisses had worked Vera up until her body was so sensitive that she feared she would come as soon as he entered her. Neither of them could stand it any longer and he pushed himself inside. It felt to Vera like home, like a safe place where she was always welcome and cared for.

They moved together slowly, arms wrapped tight around the other. David thrust into her gently, his lips resting against her neck and Vera could feel every gasping breath he took. She squeezed him tight, wrapping her legs around his hips to take him even deeper as the friction grew within her.

She wanted to come. She never wanted to come. She wanted to feel this safe and loved forever. David's breaths turned to shuddering gasps as he fought with his own orgasm. Vera opened herself to him and relaxed, letting the waves of pleasure sweep over her at last. She sighed and shuddered as her orgasm swept outward from the place where they joined together.

David came, clinging to her, and they lay entwined together for a long time. Finally they slept, but Vera woke often, restless, and watched to moon through the window with wolfish yellow eyes.



Werewolf Girl Ch. 08



Hello again friends,

Apologies for my long silence. I've been tragically separated from my computer for several weeks. But we're back together again and have teamed up to bring you sexy werewolf stories! 

-T.

*****

As soon as David left, the dynamic in the house changed. Chris was seldom there anyway and it made Vera feel like a little human housewife, living in a home with her boyfriend, doing laundry and cooking food. She hated it.

Vera was standing at the kitchen sink one afternoon, looking out the window at the wind tossing the treetops when Lucien came up behind her and wrapped his big arms around her waist. He squeezed till the breath left her lungs in a giggle and bit the side of her neck.

"What are you thinking about," his voice rumbled against her hair.

"How long have you lived here Lucien?" Vera turned in his arms and looked up at his face.

"A few years," he shrugged.

"So long!" Vera exclaimed. Not all werewolves were wanderers like she was but most didn't settle until they found a pack to live with.

"You know it is," Lucien said with an evil grin and moved Vera's hand down to his crotch. 

Vera laughed and gave him a squeeze. The big werewolf captured her face between his hands and kissed her hard, forcing his tongue into her mouth and bending her body back over the counter. Vera moaned and returned the kiss, feeling him swelling already beneath her hand.

She broke away long enough to gasp, "Where's Chris?"

"Out," Lucien growled.

With a wicked grin of her own Vera sank to her knees on the kitchen floor and looked up at her lover as she unzipped his pants. Lucien stood above her, hands braced on the countertop. His dark eyes held hers and his full lips were slightly parted.

Vera pulled his cock out without much difficulty, he was already straining against the prison of his jeans. She wrapped her hand around his tool. The skin felt hot and tight, stretched tightly around his impressive swelling. While she watched, a drop of pearly pre-cum formed at the slit and began to drop, suspended by a tread. 

Vera caught it on her tongue and followed the drop back to its source, licking the head of Lucien's cock before sucking it into her mouth. He moaned and gently pressed himself deeper into her mouth. She took him into her throat, swirling her tongue around him when she pulled back. Lucien's breaths grew shallow above her and when Vera looked up, he had his eyes close and his head thrown back.

She took him into her mouth again, as deep as she could and bobbed there, her nose pressed into his pubic hair. Lucien grunted and pulled her off, his hand tangled in her hair. He pulled Vera to her feet and lifted her onto the counter. He hitched her skirt up and slid between her legs, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close while he kissed her mouth.

Vera closed her eyes, savoring the rough rush of his breath against her mouth and the slippery feeling of his cock on her inner thighs. He pushed forward, almost entering her and making Vera's stomach tighten with anticipation, and then pulled back, teasing them both.

Finally he broke the kiss and pushed Vera down onto the kitchen counter on her back. He held her down with one large hand in the middle of her chest, feeling the sweat that had collected between her breasts. Lucien slid into her and Vera whimpered. She pulled one leg up to rest her bare heel on the counter, taking her lover even deeper.

He thrust into her quickly, already close to orgasm. Lucien held her down with one hand and grasped her hip with the other, his strong fingers sinking into her soft flesh. He moved his hand over to roughly cup her breast, his finger and thumb twisting her nipple. Vera came suddenly, her body wracked by spasms, clutching Lucien inside her. He grabbed her by both hips now, thrusting hard and growling like a beast when he came.

Afterwards they lay in a sweaty heap on the kitchen floor, Vera's head resting on Lucien's chest. She rose and fell with his steady breaths and he was absentmindedly curling strands of her hair around his finger.

"Seriously, though," she said, rising on her elbow to look at him. "Why have you chosen to live with humans for so long?"

He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. "I grew up in a pack, not far from here. When I was twenty our alpha died, suddenly. There were several candidates for the new alpha and I became involved in...power struggles."

His dark eyes were looking up at the stained ceiling tiles but his gaze was far away. He smiled and turned his dark eyes back to Vera. "I left, settled here. I haven't been back since. What about you?" he asked, giving her a squeeze.

Vera laid her head back down on the hard pillow of Lucien's chest. "My mother liked to wander. She took me with her when I was little. I don't remember a lot. When I was 8 she found out she was sick, cancer. She found my Dad again and dropped me off with him. I didn't realize she wasn't coming back." 

Vera was surprised to find tears swelling in her eyes. She hadn't spoken about her mother since she was a child. She wiped the tears away with the back of her hand and continued her story. 

"My father is a real home-body. Lives with the same pack he grew up with. He's nice. I left when I was 16. I call him sometimes, when I have a phone."

"I'm sorry, about your mom," Lucien said, stroking her hair again.

"It happens," Vera said, sniffing back the last of her tears.

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The afternoon of the full moon Vera and Lucien drove to a nearby state park. They drove as deep as they could and hid the truck. The park was closed at night and they hoped to be the only people around for miles.

Lucien took Vera's hand and together they hiked up a hill, still in their human forms. When they cleared the trees the view took Vera's breath away. In the orange-gold light of the setting sun she could see the country stretched out for miles around. Lucien took her hand and she smiled at him. "It's beautiful up here!" she said. 

He smiled back and took her in his arms. The wind picked up, lifting the dark tendrils of their hair and bringing with it a host of exciting scents. Summer was in full bloom and the heat of the day had intensified the odors of animals and plants into a heady perfume. Vera breathed deep and smiled in anticipation of the night ahead. She wouldn't remember it, she knew that, but it was nice to know that she was with Lucien. She knew that even as a wolf he wouldn't let any harm come to her.

Lucien stood behind her, arms wrapped around her waist. "Look," he said, pointing. "The moon's rising."

Vera could barely see the edge of the silver-white orb over the eastern hills but she could feel it. Her skin prickled with the need to grow fur and her muscles tightened in anticipation of the change.

She turned to face Lucien and began to unbutton his shirt. His skin felt warm under her hands, as though he's been lying in the sun. She smoothed her hands over his thick shoulders and dropped his shirt to the ground. He ran his hands up under her shirt, tickling her ribs as he lifted the garment over her head.

She kissed him as she unbuckled his belt. Her senses were already heightened and she felt like his lips were setting hers sparkling with energy. Lucien dropped to his knees and kissed the smooth skin of her belly as he unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down her legs. He gently bit her thigh with teeth that were sharper than they'd been a minute ago.

They stood together in the wind on the hilltop, naked. Vera could feel the moon on her back like the influence of a magnet. She smiled and squeezed Lucien's hands. "See you after?"

"I won't leave your side," he promised.

The last thing Vera remembered was his dark eyes, staring deep into hers as she gave herself up to the moon's call and made the change to her full animal form.

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Vera woke, lying in the grass. She smelled the earth and crushed plants, blood, dirt and the overpowering scent of Lucien. She stretched and rolled over. It smelled like a good night. Lucien lay in the grass beside her, the rising sun picking up golden highlights on his skin and hair. Vera cuddled against him and he reached to take her into his arms without opening his eyes.

"Mmm," he grumbled, burying his face in her chest. "Let's stay here all day."

Vera giggled. "That sounds nice. But the park opens at sunrise. I think this is a popular hiking spot."

"Then we'll give them a show of the local wildlife," Lucien grinned and kissed her neck.

Vera rolled onto her back and looked up at the lightening sky. The wind picked up and blew over them, rustling the grass and bringing with it the smell of blood...human blood.

Lucien sat up sniffing, he smelled it too. Together the two werewolves left their nest and walked towards the smell of carnage in the morning light. At the edge of the woods they found the bodies. It had been a young couple, dressed in hiking gear, which now lay in bloody shreds around their bodies. The bodies had been shredded too, obviously the work of enormous teeth and claws.

Lucien and Vera stood together, looking at the wreckage that had been two human being a few hours ago. Then they heard the voices. More people were walking up the trail, probably coming to see the sunrise.

Vera wheeled around, snatching up their dew-damp clothes from where they'd discarded them the evening before. "Lucien!" she hissed. The big werewolf was still staring down at the bloody mess of the hikers. She ran over and grabbed his arm, tugging. "We have to go!"

Lucien turned to go with her but not before the other hikers cleared the trees. Vera saw their smiling faces turn to shock, seeing the mutilated bodies, then Lucien and herself, standing over them. She tugged his arm again they ran. They crossed the clearing and plunged into the woods on the other side.

They ran until they found themselves at the truck where they hurriedly dressed and drove out of the park in silence.

Back on the main road Vera wanted to bolt, she wanted Lucien to press the pedal to the floor and take them far from the park, as fast as possible. He drove exactly the speed limit and though it made her crazy, Vera knew that was the wiser choice.

After twenty minutes Vera couldn't stand the silence anymore. "They saw us," she said, unnecessarily. Her heart was pounding.

Lucien nodded. She wanted him to say something, to come up with a plan. She wanted to run but she wanted him to come with her.

"What do you think we should do?" she asked.

Lucien sighed. His knuckles were yellow-white, gripping the steering wheel. "Continue on with our lives. See what happens." Vera nodded. "They might not have gotten a good look at us. Or they might have thought we only discovered the bodies."

"We did," Vera said quietly. Lucien shot her a dark glance. "You think we did that?" she asked. "You think I did that."

"I don't know Vera." His voice was tense. "It was full moon so neither of us remember. You've killed before."

Vera felt stung by his accusation. But even she didn't know if it was true. "You were with me all night, remember? If I killed you killed." Vera crossed her arms and looked out the window. They didn't speak for a while, driving into their own neighborhood, the familiar sights and scents comforting them both with their normalcy.

When they got to the house Vera felt tired to her very bones. The sun was fully up. They drew the curtains in Lucien's room and snuggled into bed together, prepared to forgive and forget the whole incident.

::

Vera woke again as the sun was setting. She stretched and thought that a snack would be nice. Lucien tightened his arms around her waist and she felt his cock pressing into the small of her back. A fuck might be even nicer.

She pressed back against him and Lucien kissed her neck and shoulder, caressing her breasts. Vera arched her back. He entered her slowly, from behind, sinking effortlessly into her slick warmth. She moaned and he stroked into her gently, holding her body close.

"Oh, Vera," Lucien sighed against her neck. "Will I ever get enough of you?"

She gasped as he stroked deeper, reaching one hand down to rub her clit. She came with a cry, bucking against him as he spilled his seed, deep inside her. They rolled apart. "It will never be enough," she murmured in the half darkness. "I think we could make love forever and it will never be enough."

"I guess we'll just have to keep doing it and find out," he smiled.

::

Too tired and lazy to cook, the werewolves raided the kitchen for chips and apples and cheese and settled in front of the TV. Vera thought about going for a run but her legs felt like jelly and there was nowhere she'd rather be than snuggled up to Lucien's broad chest.

A breaking news reports came on the TV with a little fanfare of electronic trumpets. A blond lady news anchor looked out solemnly over the headline 'National Park Slaughter.'

"Two bodies were discovered early this morning in Kennedy Park. Thought the details of the gruesome murders are being withheld at this time, the police are asking for help in identifying these two suspects." The image changed to two black and white sketches, side by side. Vera's own face stared out at her from the TV, hauntingly beautiful. The other portrait was Lucien's.