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.

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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.

::

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.