Dusk was falling and Audrey needed to get to town before nightfall. It was faster to go through the woods, but Grandma had always told her to stay away from those woods. To avoid them above anything.
It was her best friend's 21st birthday and Audrey didn't want to be late for the celebrations. If she takes the trail through the woods, she can be there in no time. She throws caution to the wind, and throws on her red cloak, and heads for the woods.
As Audrey walks deeper into the woods, she thinks, "This isn't so bad. I don't know what all the fuss is about."
Her nerves steady and she starts enjoying her walk, listening to the birds and watching for wildlife.
Suddenly, Audrey hears howls. Not just one but a chorus of them. Wolves. She starts to run, but just then a wolf jumps into her path blocking her way. She turns and runs off the path trying to get away.
Another wolf leaps in front of her forcing her to change direction again.
Each time Audrey changes direction another wolf would blocks her way. Forcing her to go where they will her to go. At one turn Audrey falls and twists her ankle. Unable to run any farther, she scoots to a tree that is close by and puts her back to it. With the wolves closing in, she has no idea what she is going to do.
She thinks this is the end of her. Lost, no weapon, scratched up, twisted ankle, and no one knows she has gone into the woods.
"Oh Audrey, why didn't you listen to Grandma?" she asks herself.
Suddenly, another howl rends the air. All the wolves, there must have been a dozen of them, stand still as if frozen in time. Audrey hears movement just beyond the wolves. She sits with her back to the tree and fear in her eyes. She doesn't dare take a breath. A man walks into the circles of wolves. Why the wolves don't attack, Audrey couldn't figure out. He walks toward her with an air of authority. He is a few inches taller than her at five foot seven inches and deep brown eyes that one could get lost in. Then Audrey breathes a sigh of relief.
"Darrion, am I glad to see you." Audrey says.
Darrion is a bit of a loner and would be seen in town on occasion. Darrion, when seeing Audrey on her trips to town, would stop and say hello and ask how she was doing. Only a chat and nothing more. Audrey liked how caring and full of concern he was and often fantasized about him.
Unbeknownst to Audrey, Darrion had been keeping an eye on her ever since her parents passed away two years ago. With her grandmother gone as well, this has left her alone. He had timed his trips to town along her schedule in order to get to know her a bit and see that she stayed safe. Other times he would watch her from the edge of these woods. For this was his woods. He was leader of this pack and they listened to him.
"Audrey, you shouldn't be here," Darrion said. "The woods aren't safe and are enchanted. Only a select few can wander from its cover once they enter."
Audrey gasps, "No one ever told me the reason to stay away."
Although, Audrey has always been drawn to these wood for some reason. Darrion kneels down next to her.
"I see you are hurt. Let me help."
He runs his finger down Audrey's cheek in a soft caress. Audrey catches her breath and all she can do is nod in answer.
"Let's get this shoe off before your ankle swells."
Darrion's hands are gentle as he unties and slips Audrey's shoe off. Even then she clenches her teeth and gasps in pain.
"I am going to check to see if you are hurt anywhere else." he says.
"I am fine. It is only my ankle." Audrey assures him.
"I would still like to check to be sure." Darrion replies.
Darrion runs his hands along Audrey's body checking for other injuries. Sliding his hands gently and caressing as he goes. Audrey tries to keep her breath from giving away how turned on she is becoming. Finally, reluctantly, Darrion moves away.
"You seem to be fine except for a few scratches. I am truly sorry this happened. You weren't supposed to get hurt." he said as he looked over his shoulder at his pack.
"What do you mean, I wasn't supposed to get hurt?" she asked.
"We need to get you to shelter and see to your scratches and ankle." he says.
Audrey didn't know when the wolves had melted away, but as she grasped Darrion's arm she noticed the empty area. She could hear a dragging sound. A couple wolves came into view with a litter tied to them. Darrion helps Audrey onto the litter and reassures her that she would be safe. For some reason Audrey couldn't help but to trust him.
It doesn't take long for them to reach his cabin. It is a two story cabin with a wide front porch that runs the length of the cabin. It looks very welcoming with chairs and small tables scattered around. Darrion helps Audrey up the steps and inside placing her on the couch before leaving for first aid supplies. He is soon back. He hands Audrey a cup of tea telling her to drink it. It will help with the pain. She does as he instructs.
Darrion lifts her ankle and gently wraps it and looks to her other cuts and scratches. As Darrion runs his hands once more over Audrey, administrating ointment where needed. She can't help her bodies response to the gentle skimming of his fingers.
Darrion can't help but rejoice inside, that she is finally here with him and responding so well to him as he feels her body come alive under his fingers. After longing for her and trying to be patient for her to come to him. She is finally here. Even though she had not intended to be here. Here she will stay.
"Take your blouse off, pet," Darrion instructs.
Audrey just looks at him.
He leans in and presses his mouth to hers and whispers, "I have to check for cuts everywhere."
Darrion enters her mouth with his tongue. Audrey moans and starts to unbutton her blouse. Darrion continues to kiss her, but stops her hands and pulls them above her head. He slowly unbuttons her blouse while skimming her fingers across her skin. He breathes in her scent and nuzzles her neck. She smells of wood and flowers. He has to be careful so as not to scare her and keep himself in control, but this won't be easy. He wants to devour her, but won't this first time.
Such soft skin. The front of Audrey's blouse falls open and she tries to reach down and cover herself, but her hands are immobilized above her. Darrion searches her skin and places little kisses as he goes.
"Mmmm no scratches here," he remarks.
He lets go of her hands and leans her forward to take her blouse completely off and look at her back. Audrey's hands are now braced between them on his chest. Her fingers tingle as his chest hair cushions and rubs against her hands. A shiver travels straight done and between her legs. His fingers search his back and finds a couple scratches and applies ointment.
He kisses her neck and runs his hand's through her hair. Long, soft, silky hair the color of chestnuts. He buries his face in her hair and hears her moan.
