(Author's Note: I put in an introductory part to any series I write so that anyone who hasn't been reading the former parts of the series can catch up to speed. However, if you've already been reading this series, you can skip the intro by heading down to the first page break, which looks like this: *****. Thank you for reading, and enjoy! LQ).
You have got to be fucking kidding me. You've got to be fucking kidding me, right? So it was Daniel who bit me? It was Daniel who came into the house each night and fucked me like a little bitch, fucked me like a bitch out in the snow, just downright fucked me over? So I'm a werewolf now because of Daniel? Fuuuuck.
My name is Saoirse Lennon. My dad moved us out to Lonesome Moon as a passive-aggressive way of keeping me in line. I've been into the drugs, the booze, and the boys since I was sixteen, a year after my mom died. Now I'm twenty-two, and I haven't changed at all since I was sixteen...until now. Little did my dad know that Lonesome Moon had a resident werewolf, and now that werewolf has spread his curse to me.
I'm a twenty-two-year-old white girl of Irish descent, and my name is pronounced 'Ser-Sha', if you didn't know. I'm five-eight, weigh one hundred and thirty-eight pounds, have C-cup breasts with beautiful pink nipples, and I have a nice ass, an ass that boys like to get handsy with. I have long, curly brown hair that falls to my shoulders with brown eyes to match, and overall, I could catch my fair share of boys, but I never felt like eating them before, as in actually eating them, you know, like steak.
Fucking Daniel. Daniel Christianson, whom I clearly did not know at all, I only thought I did, is my closest neighbor at twelve miles away through snow and pine trees, because that's all that's out here in our little section of bumfuck nowhere. The nearest town, Lonesome Moon, is forty minutes away through heavy, snowbound coniferous forest, so...that made me an easy target for the local werewolf. Go figure.
Daniel stands six-foot with all-natural muscle, and he has short black hair, ocean-blue eyes, and a thick, succulent, circumcised cock that I've been...uhh...'exercising' quite a bit lately...Wait...How fucking old is he, anyway? He looks a little older than me, so I've assumed that he's about twenty-three, twenty-four. I really have no idea. I'll have to ask him...if I don't throttle him first.
To make a long story short, my dad went into town five nights ago for a house-flipping project, so I've been here at the cabin watching over things while he's gone. All I wanted to do was smoke weed, drink whiskey, masturbate, watch movies, and dick around on the Net, you know, normal stuff. That went to hell on the first night of the full moon. I got bitten by a werewolf on night one, I was in a fucking coma from the attack all through night two, I met Daniel and fucked him twice on day three, I got fucked by the werewolf in my own bed on night three, I fucked Daniel on day four, got fucked twice by the werewolf on night four, fucked Daniel yet again on day five, and got fucked one more time by the werewolf on night five, the last night of the full moon.
People who say they have no fucks to give...have never lived my life, because apparently, I had eight fucks to give. They were fantastic fucks, though, so it's not like I'm complaining about the actual sex. It's the bite plus the lycanthropy that I'm complaining about.
Let me explain why I'm upset. Daniel's dad is a veterinarian, but he's also a 'hunter', one of those people that hunts monsters. I was under the assumption that Daniel was also a 'hunter', because he knew things that only one of those 'hunters' would know. He stole a magical bracelet from his dad, a shackle of sorts, and this thing works on lycanthropes, immobilizes them with some kind of hidden power that neither I nor Daniel understands. Daniel wanted to use that shackle on me during the fifth moon, because the fifth moon is the strongest in the cycle of the werewolf, but I had a plan, so I ended up using the shackle on my werewolf lover instead. Turns out that werewolf...was Daniel all along.
I feel like the world's biggest idiot. I should have known it was Daniel. The clues were there all along, but I stupidly ignored them. Daniel was never here when the werewolf showed up, and Daniel showed up the very next day after my attack. Not to mention that the werewolf had black fur and black skin, the same color as Daniel's hair. That's significant, because my skin and fur changed to the color of my hair when I 'wolfed out'.
Now that I think about it, Daniel must have had a key to the house, as well. I know I locked the kitchen door the night I was bitten, I could've sworn I did, but he walked right in the next morning, right before I passed out. His folks did own the place before us, so it figures he would have a key. God, I feel so stupid. He was playing me all along!
Now it's the morning of day six, and I've woken up naked next to my captured werewolf lover, right here in the middle of the cabin living room, but...lo and behold...my bestial 'lover' happened to be my human lover all along...I should have seen this coming. I am a fucking idiot.
So yeah...that happened.
*****
Okay. It was time to see who in the hell this creature was. I turned my head to investigate the shackled and sleeping nude male next to me, and...
"WHAT THE FUCK!" I screeched in sudden rage.
Son of a bitch. That son of a motherfucking bitch.
It was Daniel.
His eyelids fluttered open as he stared up at me with those ocean-blue eyes. Me? It's a good thing I knew what color his eyes were, because all I could see was red.
"You son of a bitch!" I yelled down at him.
"Sao...irse..." said Daniel in weak reply.
"You did this to me!" I shrieked. "How could you do this to me!"
"Uuuuhhh..." groaned Daniel.
"Answer me!" I cried. "I said, answer me, GODDAMMIT!"
He stared up at me and let forth a piteous whine. It was like a 'nnnnngggnnng' sound, and my brain finally put two and two together.
"Oh, right," I huffed out. "That stupid shackle."
Shit. I didn't know what to do about that shackle. Daniel couldn't move at all as long as it was on him, and only he had the key. However, my dilemma was solved a moment later.
"Key...here..." groaned Daniel.
"Here?" I asked. "Here in the cabin, here?"
"Yesss..." hissed Daniel.
This was good news. If the key was here, then I could unlock that shackle, properly chew him out, and then punish him for this bullshit. I wanted him at full steam for the hammer I was going to drop on him, and if you're wondering, that punishment will probably involve his balls in some way...Goddamn him!
"Where?" I asked. "Where is it?"
"Pil...low..." grunted Daniel.
"Pillow?" I asked. "What pillow?...My pillow? On my bed?"
"Yesss..." hissed Daniel.
I trotted to my room, flung open my bedroom door, and rushed to my bed. I picked up my pillow, and there was the key, in the folds of my bedsheet. I snatched up that plain iron key and made my way back to Daniel's prone, immobile form.
I held the key up in front of his face so that his blue eyes could properly see it, just like he'd done to me the day before.
"You see this!" I spat at him. "I'm going to unlock that shackle with this, and then you'd better start explaining, and it had better be a good one...Honestly, though...I should cut off your balls and feed them to you...Fucking...Ooooh!...You...You are in such deep shit...Never piss off an Irish girl, Danny boy. Fucking idiot."
I knelt down next to him and sat my bare butt upon the floor. I lifted up his left leg and swiveled the shackle around so that the lock was where I could get at it. I pushed in the key, turned it, and the shackle popped open a second later. I pulled it from him and tossed it aside, its heavy weight landing on the wood floor with a loud thump. Daniel groaned and sat up a moment later.
"Saoirse..." he started to say.
I cut him off before he could finish that sentence.
"You bastard!" I yelled.
I slapped him across his left cheek with my right hand, and then my pent-up rage got the better of me, and I was smacking at him with both hands a second later. He held up both arms to fend me off, but I was hot under the collar.
"Stop!" he cried. "Saoirse, stop!"
