Sheila has met Ash the Changeling wolf who could give her the werewolf curse allowing her an extended lifetime with Hunter. Ash had sought to use the opportunity to sample Sheila's physical delights but instead found himself humbled by the depth of their love. Unable to bear the sight any longer he decides to leave the forest. Sheila, unable to bear the young mans' disgust at his own nature, wants to help him come to terms with his physical desires as Hunter had helped her.
Ash couldn't move from his position on the floor. Hunter had knocked him to the ground when he caught the scent of his intentions toward his woman. Ash would not even defend himself as he was still speechless over just what Sheila had done. She had put herself between himself and the deadly jaws of her wolf lover.
He flicked a cautious glance towards the two of them now. He had watched them with feverish obsession for the last week. Their lovemaking had been a sight to behold, one that would ache in his loins for a lifetime, but it was Sheila's acceptance of the beast within her lover that called to Ash. Her desire to join him in his curse so that they would not be parted too soon, so that her lover would not be left alone again; that had coldly highlighted just what he had lost when a confrontation with an injured wolf had left him with this mockery of a life.
Sheila was kneeling before him, only an arms length away. Behind her, surrounding her was Hunter. He was in his man-wolf form; an intimidating sight to see. His body more highly developed than the man he was, his chest and shoulders were broad and thickly muscled. His chest and back were covered in hair, not the wiry body hair of a human but the soft pelt of the wolf. It ran down his arms to the short clawed hands that were something half way between hands and paws. His face was over-shadowed by his muzzle, a thick short muzzle bearing the overly developed teeth of his beast. Behind them though Ash could clearly see the eyes and facial structure of the man. Ash watched as Sheila laid her head back against that unnatural expanse of chest as though it she were taking comfort from his touch.
Ash swallowed; his throat too tight for even his own saliva. His mind swirled over Sheila's words. He had confessed to her that he thought to hurt her. The last thoughts he had before Hunter had knocked him to the ground were of him taking savage possession of the woman. He was certain that she had no idea of the images in his mind when she offered her body to him; he assumed her wish for the werewolf curse was consuming enough for her to suffer abuse at his hand. It was not potential abuse that Ash saw in her eyes now it was sheer sensual heat. Ash looked over her head at Hunter. The man-wolf nodded to him gravely.
"I will not allow you to hurt her."
"And if I don't want you here?" Ash asked.
"Then she will leave with me."
Ash nodded, he thought to ask more but was distracted by Sheila moving from the safety of her lovers' arms. She sank down to her hands and knees and crawled the short distance towards him. From his vantage point he could see from the dipped neckline of her short dress that she was naked beneath it. He watched the peaks of her breasts sway with her movements and his higher brain function slipped into neutral as the unnecessary blood was diverted to his groin.
Sheila knelt before him, eye to eye.
"I don't like pain." She said softly. "But I trust you not to hurt me."
"At all?" Ash flicked a panicked glance from her to Hunter.
"Beyond the pleasurable."
Sheila closed the distance and pressed her lips to Ash's. His first thought was one of panic; when had he last kissed a woman? For one breathtaking moment he could not think what to do and then her tongue touched his lip and Ash kissed her back.
He tasted her mouth, ate at it. He pulled her lower lip between his teeth just to taste the meat of it. As he did she sighed into him. That small breathy sound caressed his senses. The urgent probing of her tongue stroked his desire. The air tightened in his lungs and his breathing grew laboured.
Ash fisted his hands into her hair, tilting her head back allowing him better access to the willing sweetness of her mouth. In one breath he drew in the scent of her desire. That thick musk of a woman eager for his touch; it had been so long since he had smelled that scent that he was very nearly overwhelmed by it.
He drew them both up their knees, guiding her up by the hands still tightly wound in her hair. Drawing a shaky breath Ash rose before her. He pulled his boots and socks from his feet and hastily yanked at his jeans. Looking down to see her parted lips and wide eyes as she knelt before him, just as he had imagined her; as he had wanted her to be. Just waiting for his demands. He almost staggered as he dragged the denim from his legs.
The sight and sound of the shiver of her fear as she saw the full extent of his erection excited him further. She rolled her eyes up to his face as she waited silently for his command. Ash shuddered as he gripped his hardened cock and stroked it first over one pale cheek and then the other before he pressed the hot pulsing head to those soft pink lips.