She was hungry, God, she was so damn hungry. She wasn't hungry for food. She needed to be prey – only the Wolf would understand. No one else knew this need – only him.
Many nights in her dreams he came to see her. But today there was no sleep. She didn't expect to see him, dream him. She went about her business of cleaning when she felt the presence behind her. Turning around, she saw his eyes, a perfect grey-blue, search her own. He taught her that wolves always look their prey in the eye before they attack, before they take and feed.
His head near her ear he gave her a hushed, guttural growl. She wasn't afraid, instead the part inside that needed awoke and spoke to the rest of her. Her blue eyes pierced in to his and she understood. She understood that by him feeding, she will be fed.
She was against the wall of the staircase. He unbuttoned each of the small blue buttons of her denim dress and he found a beautiful green lace bra elegantly displaying her breasts. Lace boy shorts complimented the ensemble. He removed the bra and the boy shorts quickly – efficiently – keeping the dress on her body. He had no time in his need to feed for elegance. His arms lifted hers over her head. His eyes told her to hold them there. He reached to a sack he carried and took out scarf and tied them to the slats. The dress hung on her and he liked it that way. He looked her over, examining his prey.
Quickly he spread her legs with his denim-clad leg pushing his thigh high up to the parts of her she found hungry. He was much taller than she was and his head came down to her neck. She felt his scruff short seconds before his lips and teeth.
