Sheila and Hunter have found one another. Sheila has found a man who treasures her sensual nature and Hunter has found a woman that loves him and his beast. They have found Ash, a changeling werewolf able to turn Sheila into a wolf too so that she and Hunter will never be parted. But can they afford the price he asks?
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Hunter watched over Sheila as she slept. She lay curled tightly to his body as though afraid he would leave her. He smiled deeply at her sleeping form, that she would ever need to worry about him leaving her; it was simply too ridiculous. Stroking long clawed fingers along her spine he gazed out of the window. Just beyond the glass the forest moved and danced in the breeze. Hunter took a breath laden with the scents of the woods; full of leaf mulch and rich damp earth. And wolf. Narrowing is eyes he concentrated on the scent of wolf; he was nearby and likely to be able to see them.
Sheila had begged to join Hunter as a werewolf but as a hereditary wolf he was unable to pass the condition to her. Despite the risks he had given in to her pleading and found one who possessed that ability; Ash, but the wolf wasn't going to give them his 'gift' for free. Hunter had initially refused but Ash had followed him back to Sheila's cabin.
The idea of Sheila wanting somebody other of him sent his very soul into panic. Sheila loved him; she didn't want anyone but him and the idea of somebody touching her was not a threat to them. He had been aware of the depth of her sensuality before they had even met. Could he really watch her with Ash?
He looked down at her as she shifted in her sleep, the feel of her skin moving against his aroused him painfully. Maybe the price for her change would be harder for Ash to pay than for either of them. After all he could wake up next to Sheila every day and Ash would only have a brief taste of paradise.
Hunter moved one clawed hand to Sheila's naked breast. Even in sleep she responded quickly to his touch. Her large pink nipple puckered under the light touch. Sheila murmured in her sleep, her arm tightening across waist. Increasing the pressure Hunter dragged the edge of his claw over the taut peak and felt a wash of triumph as the scent of Sheila's arousal drugged his senses.
Sheila stretched and sighed against him. Instinctively pressing her pussy to his thigh as she wrapped her leg between his. The feel of her juices on his skin made his breath tight in his chest. Hunter tightened his grip on the flesh of her breast, his claws dugs deep channels in her soft skin. Sheila's eyes fluttered open with a sigh. One look at him had her gasping at the naked desire in his eyes. She arched against him presenting her breasts for him and making him growl with lust.
Throwing back the duvet hunter pushed her to her back, one breast still gripped tightly he lowered his mouth to the other. Opening his mouth wide he sucked on the soft flesh where her breast met her ribs. The skin so sensitive that Sheila cried out under the assault of teeth and tongue. The way she moved so swiftly from sleep to sensuality made Hunter's senses swim. Sheila wrapped her legs around him and stroked his thighs with the soles of her feet as she writhed under his attentions.
Hunter ran the flat of his hand along her ribs, over the flatness of her belly until he could tangle his finger tips in the curled hairs of her core. Sheila bucked her hips begging him to touch her more deeply. The sound of her breath panting and the feel of her skin heating beneath him drew a moan from him that was all but a growl. With a glance towards the windows Hunter drew himself up over her. He lifted her by her bottom opening her to him then pushed her knees back. He held himself there to marvel at her hot liquid centre before lowering his face to her.
