"Gggrr..." she growled. Her head hanging heavily from her shoulders. Her hair falling in front of her face. Her features hidden behind the long cloak of deep red wavy hair. There was no mistake of it, the sound came from the still body atop of him. Dean was worried about her. He tried to look trough the veil of tousled hair covering the face but only puffs of strands would blow out when she exhaled. "Erica..." he said in a timid voice, but the only reply that he received was another lolling of her head. He sat up to come closer to her face. "Erica..." he whispered close. Suddenly, he felt her closed about his cock. Her walls were milking him for all his worth.
He tremor from the force of it. He guessed there was still some life left in her. He grabbed her hips to drive himself deeper into her wet sheath. Her head would bob and weave as a response from the force of his thrusts. Her large breast jiggling provocatively from their height. Soft fleshy mounds that moved in time with his thrust and which held his attention. After a few minutes of forcefully trying to burying his cock deep up in her, she finally stirred. Another growl erupted from her throat as she began to meet his every stroke head on. Her hips hitting in time with his upward thrusts. The bucking of her hips made Dean toes curled and her tightness made his eyes crossed. He was hanging on by a thread, willing himself not to release inside her body. But she was giving just as good as she was getting. He knew he was forceful with his thrusts but his wolf wanted her bad. He felt that part of him that was unnatural and animalistic, slowly surface.
He didn't want her to see his wolf. Let alone allow her to feel him in her. It was best for her and for him not to release his inner animal spirit. His spirit would be relentless and possessive. But if she kept riding him like this. His wolf would respond like the last time and mate with her for good. Shit, why did she had to always feel this good, he grumbled to himself. Her hair fell from her shoulder and there was the tell tale mark where he last bit her. It was healing. His wolf wasn't pleased with this. At least it wasn't infected, his human side thought. But she was losing his mark and the thought only made him thrust more wildly into her body.
Their rutting was accompanied by the grunt of the table they were on and the guttural growls that came from her. Dean couldn't give a rats ass if the table gave way under them and caught fire. He was going to drive his cock home with each thrust, spill his seed into her wet cunt and climax like a frigging banshee. He felt her walls clasping him, as it were sucking him deeply in her body. He was hoping they were both about to come to an end. He didn't know how much longer he could last with her tightly gripping his cock in a vice like this. His heart sped up and he felt his balls tighten.
Erica was moving in a frenzy by now. She held on to where ever she can on his body. Her wild movements smeared her juices all over his lower body. Her scent coating him and the air in the dark isolated room. His nostrils flared at the intoxicating scent of her. He was reaching his limits. His desire to taste her whetted his mouth. And with some resentful relief, he felt his balls erupting to spew his seed deep into her womb. His orgasm took over him and his wolf came along for the ride. His last thread of mental restraint snapped and he turned into his hybrid form. The room becoming small as his senses doubled. He can hear her erratic heart beat and taste with his sense of smell, their lovemaking. Along with the bad paint job in the room and the faint cigarette smoke on her waitress uniform lying some where on the floor. His heighten senses made it easier for him to take a closer look at her wound and the sight of it made his mouth water to taste her blood, again. That wound needs to be deeper but not deep that it would break her bones. Just deep enough to scar and mark her for his mate.
Erica on the other hand was trembling fiercely from the force of her orgasm. Her head snapped back and he watched as her body began to slowly shift. Her body jerked inward awkwardly, twisting and turning in on itself. He could hear the bones shattering and the sickening crunch and popping noise that came with it. Her fingers curling in on themselves as claws began to grow from her finger tips. Her head, still flipped back, exposing her neck was showing him how his poison was seeping and spreading throughout her veins. They stood out on her neck turning blue, when they pulsed, more veins would stand out and become infected, as it were. Until, it reached her extremities and it seemed like her entire body was pulsing. her heart beating slow and steady. Red fur began growing slightly on her body. The red piercing her ivory skin, but just slightly. A thin film of red hair less than an inch shook slightly on her body.
His wolf was pleased to see his future mate was slowly changing. He wondered how deep of a shade of red would her fur take, when it was in full growth. But then again his human side was beginning to worry. She was definitely turning and she would have no idea what was happening to her, when it finally happens. Besides, how do you tell someone that they were about to become a mythical legendary beast in a couple of days. Email?
Dean's release had already settled and his wolf was just admiring his prize, Erica. When her orgasm had subsided and she had flipped her head back to look down at him. She was looking at him not saying anything. She had already turned back to her human form and so had he. Her change hadn't taken full shape but he knew the next time during a full moon they better be making love, or else.
Dean was calm and his human form had resurfaced before she looked at him. His wolf had felt his human shame and had retreated from the emotion. That side of him didn't understand the feeling. His wolf had power and strength. Characteristics that any human or beast crave. Why would any one feel shame to share such a gift. His human side was though relieved to see that the the slight shift in her body hadn't register to her yet. He knew that it was one thing to own or posses great power and strength but it was another to live with consequences and responsibilities that comes with being a werewolf. Either way it will soon be a full moon and that made him worry even more. What if she didn't want to be a werewolf, he thought.
Erica was looking at Dean's glowing eyes. He was panting hard and he was looking at her worriedly. In the throes of their love making, she some how had scratched him. Red scratch marks criss crossed over his body, especially across his abdomen. Erica went pale from embarrassment. How the hell did I do that, she thought to herself. Dean was looking even more worriedly. His eyes melting into 'dark' concern as he looked at her. Erica didn't know what to do. She looked at his face. And all she wanted to do was kiss him silly again and to reassure him that she enjoyed herself immensely this time. To bring back the 'light' to his eyes, again, she thought. She leaned in to him to capture his lips. He let her kiss him but she felt him hold himself back. She opened her eyes to see that he was still looking at her. This time his eyes spoke of deep concern as they darkened even more.
Erica couldn't help herself. He was still lodged in her vagina and she squirmed. Dean eyes began to shine slightly in the semi dark room. Strips of light shining in through the blinded windows were showing parts of him and the room in light and shadow. The shadow and light lines falling across his body. His bronze coloured flesh and eyes were warm to her touch. The room was quiet and she could ear him breath. She saw his chest rise and fall with every breath he took. It reminded her of what they had done moments ago.
She felt heat rise in her face at the warmth and intimacy, the thought of it, created in her heart. Her eyes trailing across his body to stop where brown hair met and melted into red. Their joint area seemed seamless as though there was no partition. As though his body melted into hers making them one. He then grabbed her breasts and began to fondle their mounds. Erica fell into his hands and Dean relinquished what ever hold he had over himself as he kissed her. He grabbed her hair with his other hand and took more control of their passionate kiss. Erica began moving her hips sensuously in a grind motion over Dean's lap. Dean moaned deep into her mouth and his eyelids fluttered open. But his eyes, the golden colour, was shining even more brightly. Erica kept looking at his mystical eyes all the while feeling him caress her body. His touch was different this time. There wasn't that possessive need that they usually carry but more of a loving and tender touch. She felt him cupping locks of her red hair and caressing the wavy strands. She knew by the time he was done with her hair, it would look a mess. Slowly, they both held on to each other. Feeling the warmth and the intimacy of their touch and the seclusion of the room. It was quiet and desolated but Erica felt at home no matter where she was as long as his arms was around her.
Erica rocked back and forth on Dean's cock. Her romantic fantasies making her heart beat steadily. All the while gazing into his eyes, eyes that captivated her. Erica felt that familiar feeling in the pit of her stomach. It was there from ever since she first laid eyes on Dean. The feelings were intensifying as they fan out through her body. In one swift motion of her hips Erica exploded on Dean's hard member.
Dean felt Erica climaxed and swallowed her moans. He can see her perfectly well in the darkened room. He knew she could see him just barely. But he had seen the emotions there, clear as day. And had felt trapped by her gaze. His mate he thought to himself, envisioning her with him for the rest of his life and bearing his children. Her rocking made him feel comforted and loved and when she kept looking into his eyes it took all of his strength not to take the lead in their love making again. He too wanted to show her that part of him. His wolf was satiated and now the human in him wanted to claim his woman. He wanted to passionately make love to her. To bring her to her release and feel himself flow through her body. Still, his heart won the battle as he allowed her to take control and he was rewarded with her climaxing, first. He felt her close about his cock and he finally, came in her again. He was able to enjoy his orgasm this time. The frenzied fuck they had only a few minutes ago nearly made him collapsed from exhaustion. This time he felt his heart beat and his love for her radiate through out his body, opening up to take hers in. While holding her tight he thought, there is nothing better in this world than to feel love and be loved by some one you love.
When they were able to utter words again Erica was the first to speak: "I think I need to be getting back to work."
