Harriet and the Wolf

Ok, so who guessed that I recently gave up smoking and am still slightly obsessed with it?!

I'm sorry if the excessive amount of smoking in the story has disgusted everyone, but please don't let it stop you reading the rest; it is part of the plot, I promise! Keep reading and you'll see what I mean...

Thank you for your comments though, good or bad. I didn't realise until now that it only takes one small aspect to put people off reading a story!

And one more thing...when we talk about 'pants' in England, we generally mean underwear, not trousers. Thank you to my friends for pointing that one out!

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Harriet came out from her deep sleep as she felt Seth pull away from her and get out of bed. She sleepily listened to him go into the bathroom, take a shower and then move around the room, presumably getting dressed. Lying half on her front, with her hair over her face, she kept up the pretence of being asleep, unwilling to face reality and Seth just yet. She almost betrayed herself when he came and stood next to the bed and gently ran his hand over the soft skin of her shoulder. She heard him heave a sigh, walk away from her and, unlocking the door, exit the room, leaving her in silence. She opened her eyes and stared at the wall for a while, lost in her thoughts. What to do now? She was finally caught; she and Juliet had walked right into Seth's trap.

She started up from the bed. Juliet! Hadn't he said that Juliet was in the next room?

Harriet climbed out of the bed, hurried into the bathroom and stared in disbelief. Her toiletries were all present and correct; she couldn't believe that they'd even taken her belongings from the hotel! After brushing her teeth and taking a quick shower, she wandered over to the wardrobe and pulled it open. She gaped as she saw her clothes hanging in it, including clothes that she'd left in England under Simon's care. She groaned as she thought about Simon. She really hoped he hadn't gotten into too much trouble for her.

Not bothering with a bra, Harriet quickly pulled on a pair of white silk pants and a short loose fitting dress she'd bought in Cape Town and then eyed up the door. Would it be too much to ask for the door to be unlocked? She crept over to the door and holding her breath as she gently tried the door handle. Damn! The man had locked her in! Turning around, she walked over to the window, staring out at a vast stretch of grass leading to what looked like a forest. Opening the window, she breathed in the fresh air, trying to clear her head. She looked down, then to the left and suddenly laughed. It was an old building; Victorian gothic from what Harriet could see. Rock climbing was one of Harriet's favourite hobbies and the old building offered plenty of foot and handholds. The two storey climb down to the ground looked too dangerous to attempt, but even in bare feet and wearing a dress, it wasn't going to be hard to climb over to the small stone balcony only a few feet to her left. Within seconds she was climbing out of the window, over a large ugly gargoyle and in through the large window above the balcony, startling Juliet who was lounging on the large, luxurious-looking bed.

"Harry!" Juliet squeaked as she launched herself at Harriet as soon as she was standing in the room. "Oh my God, I was so afraid that they were going to hurt you or something!"

Harriet laughed "Oh you silly! Seth may be an arse, but I never thought that he'd really hurt me. Anyway, I was worried about you. Are you ok?"

"Yeah," Juliet wandered over to the bed again and sat down, looking glum "but we're in a bit of a fix now, aren't we?" Harriet loved the way that Juliet always included herself in Harriet's misfortunes. This was one friend who would never leave her side as long as she needed her.

Harriet looked around Juliet's huge hotel-like room and crowed happily when she spied a coffee maker and a fridge. Checking the contents of the fridge, Harriet was equally happy to find soft drinks, sandwiches, cakes and pastries.

"Feast time, my friend!" she cried as she pulled out the food.

Juliet laughed "Put the coffee maker on!" she looked around "They brought my bag to me earlier and I do believe that there are a couple of packets of cigarettes in it!"

"Oooh! And here's something to make the coffee that little bit better!" Harriet spun around, holding a bottle of Jack Daniels to her chest. "And if you don't fancy that, I think I saw a tray of ice in the freezer section!" She waggled her eyebrows at Juliet who burst out laughing.

A couple of hours later Harriet and Juliet had failed to come up with an escape plan, but were feeling rather relaxed anyway, thanks to Mr Daniels. A haze of smoke hung over the room and an old and expensive looking trinket bowl had been sacrificed as an ashtray.

"It's 1 o'clock in the afternoon and we're drunk. Not that we haven't done this before, but this time there's no lectures tomorrow!" Juliet giggled "This is kinda fun. If this is all we have to do, we should get caught more often!" she lay on her front, half her face pressed against a pillow, a blissful smile on her face.

Harriet lay back on the floor laughing "Simon would...." whatever she was about to say went unsaid as a sudden uproar disturbed the general peace.

"Where the hell is she? Find her!" they heard Seth roar in the next room.

"Ah shit." Both girls froze as they heard several sets of feet pounding past the door.

Juliet looked at Harriet "They're shape-shifters; they'll find you just by following your scent."

A wicked smile spread across Harriet's face "Yeah, but I climbed out of the window, remember?" she began to giggle "I'd like to see Seth and his hulking great guards following my scent across the side of a building! For all they know, I went straight down!"

Juliet tried to quieten her laughter but within minutes both girls were trying desperately not to laugh any louder, but only ended up making it harder for themselves. Eventually Harriet let go and howled with laughter into a pillow, Juliet following suit.

The door opened, letting a suspiciously calm Seth walk into the room, followed by another man. Juliet looked up, wiping tears from her eyes "Quick Harriet, run! Hide!" with that she collapsed onto the floor again, shrieking with laughter. Harriet quickly followed suit, leaving the two men to stare at the two hysterically laughing girls.

Seth scowled as he saw the smoke hanging in the air and the open bottle of Jack Daniels "You're drunk?" Receiving nothing but giggles in reply, he walked quickly across the room and picked Harriet up off the floor, as if she weighed nothing.

"No no no, what are you doing? Put me down!"

The other man was still standing in the doorway, staring at Juliet. Ignoring Harriet's slightly uncoordinated struggles, Seth spoke to him as he walked out of the room "Sort the room out, will you Alex? I don't want the smell of cigarette smoke getting into the rest of the house. And take away their bloody cigarettes!"

"No! Harriet! Where are you going?" Juliet cried. She looked uneasily at the man in the doorway when it was just the two of them left in the room. "And what are you looking at?" Her eyes widened as the man moved into the room, shut the door and then calmly locked it, pocketing the key. He turned around and gave her a wolfish smile, setting off alarm bells in her slightly fuzzy head. She started to back away as he casually strolled across the room towards her, unbuttoning his shirt.

Once back in Seth's bedroom, Harriet was thrown roughly onto the bed, sobering her up quickly.

"Ow! What the hell?"

Seth ignored her and began to shout at her "What the hell is wrong with you? Do you have any idea how worried I was about you?"

Harriet snarled at him "Why? Did you think that I'd decided to throw myself out of the window rather than be your mate? Trust me when I say that I thought about it!" she shouted.

Seth stood as if frozen, watching Harriet kneel on the bed in front of him, her posture defiant.

"That's it." He turned and shut the door, locking it again. As he walked back to the bed, he began taking his shirt off.

"What are you doing?" Harriet's voice shook just a little as he kicked off his boots.

"Well, since it won't be dark for several hours, it's obviously not sleep I'm after." Seth's gaze raked her body as he began to unbutton his jeans.

Panicking, Harriet jumped off the bed and ran towards the bathroom, intending to lock herself in there before Seth had freed himself from his jeans. Before she was even halfway across the room Seth had his arms around her, holding her hands out in front of her. Despite her struggling, he easily tied a cord around her wrists, tightening it until he was sure she was held secure, but not enough to hurt her.

He pulled her back up against him, his hand splayed across her stomach. "You're mine," he growled in her ear "you are my mate and nothing is going to change that." His other hand delved into her hair, pulling it until her head was tilted back, exposing her throat to his mouth. Harriet caught her breath as he began nibbling, licking and kissing her neck. The hand on her stomach slipped up, past her ribs, gripping the low neckline of her dress, slowly pulling it down.

"Please don't," Harriet whispered, trying to pull away from Seth's hands "please? Just give me a few more days before you do this?" she pleaded. She stared at the ceiling, trying not to think about how hot his mouth was making her feel.

"Harriet, I've already given you nearly four years. No more. You will be mine before the sun sets today." She felt him smile against her skin before he whispered in her ear "In fact, when the time comes, I'll have you begging for it. And when I make you mine, I'm going to make you cum so hard you won't know what's hit you."

A shot of pure heat shot through Harriet's body, heading straight to the juncture of her thighs. Her knees went weak and she felt herself begin to moisten. How could she be getting turned on by this? Her mind was shrieking at her, telling her to run, but her body was telling her to shut up and submit.

Seth pulled on the strap of her dress and one white, round breast came into view as the neckline of her dress sagged. His palm grazed her nipple and he smiled as it hardened under his gaze. He smiled again when he realised that Harriet had stopped her struggling, noting that she didn't seem to have realised it herself. She had a dazed look in her half shut eyes and her breaths were fast and shallow.

Seth's hand enclosed her breast, squeezing it gently, making Harriet stiffen. "No, please..."

Seth let go of her hair and swung her round to face a full length mirror. "Look at yourself," he murmured in her ear "see how turned on you look? Look at this," he rolled her hard, sensitive nipple between his fingers, making her gasp "this is what I do to you. And this..." his hand grasped her dress, pulling it up to show her pants. She watched, wanting to look away, but unable to, as his other hand drifted over her stomach and slipped into her pants, his fingers heading straight for her now very wet core. She couldn't believe how erotic the picture in the mirror was, with her breast hanging out of her dress and Seth's hand invading her underwear and cupping her mound. Her eyes closed and the back of her head ground into his shoulder as he rubbed her gently, spreading her wetness and making her whimper.

"I've been waiting so long for this." Seth murmured as he began gently nipping and biting her exposed neck.

As the words filtered into Harriet's brain, she began to struggle again "No, get off me!" and then her brain shut down as his finger began to burrow into her. Her breath shuddered out of her as she felt his finger push into her as his thumb massaged her clit. "Oh god!" It had been so long since her last encounter with a man and her body was now aching to have something fill her up.

Without warning, Seth pulled his hands away and threw her on the bed, pushing her legs wide apart as he followed her down to lie between them. Before she had time to really react he had pulled her dress up and over her head, trapping her hands. Trying to tug her hands down, Harriet realised that Seth had somehow managed to anchor her dress to the metal railings of the headboard. She opened her mouth to scream at him, just as he latched his mouth onto her left nipple, his fingers pulling and rolling the other one. All that left her mouth was a high pitched moan which turned into a gasp as his other hand found it's way into her pants again.

Even though she kept telling herself that she didn't really want this, Harriet had never felt so turned on in her life. Her other lovers had been fun and satisfying, but none of them had managed to rob her of all coherent thoughts as Seth had just done. She whimpered as his tongue flicked her nipple at the same time as his finger rubbed over her clit. Her hips tried to buck up but his hips held her in place, pinning her to the bed.

Seth licked and kissed his way up her neck, pausing to nibble her ear before taking her lips in a kiss that drove the breath out of her body. Harriet writhed under his body, returning his kiss, her body trying to press itself against him to increase the pleasure. He obliged her a little, pushing his finger into her, but only an inch or so. "Is this what you want?" he breathed against her lips, allowing her time to nod jerkily before slanting his mouth across hers in a deep kiss. His finger slid a little further in, making her moan into his mouth. She moaned again as a second finger joined the first, but still only up to Seth's second knuckle. A third moan was pulled from her as Seth pulled himself away from her lips and began to kiss his way down her body, lightly biting her nipples on the way.

Feeling her pants being pulled down her legs, Harriet almost left the bed when his mouth slid down between her legs. His tongue slid down to take the place of his fingers, teasing her until she cried out. Eventually his fingers slid into her again and his mouth moved up to cover her clit. Her back arched as she felt herself nearing orgasm, her hips trying to buck again as his hands held her down. Her breath came in large gulps as her body tensed, readying itself for her climax.

When he pulled his mouth away, she nearly screamed in frustration. He looked up at her, smiling as he saw the sweat on her body, her heaving chest and her angry gaze. "Tell me you want this, tell me you want me and I'll carry on." He returned his gaze to her slick, wet vagina as his finger trailed up and down it.

"No." Blushing, Harriet tried to pull herself together. "You want me, then take me. But I'm not giving you permission to do this to me." She said through gritted teeth, trying desperately to stop her body betraying her.

"Oh yes, you will." Seth shot her an evil smile as he bent his head to her again and began to torture her.

Several times Harriet came so close to climax that she very nearly started crying when, again and again, Seth stopped before she could reach it. Eventually Seth pulled himself up over Harriet, breathing heavily. By then, Harriet was a mass of nerves, her sweat-slicked skin so sensitive that she jerked every time he touched her.

Seth reached up and untied her limp arms, draping them around his neck and then reached down between their bodies. Harriet looked up into his eyes as she felt him begin to push into her, stretching her sensitive and swollen lips. Her eyes widened as he stopped, only an inch or so into her. "Tell me Harriet, tell me you want this." He panted against her neck.

Harriet half-heartedly opened her mouth to say no, but only gasped as he slid another inch into her. "Oh god!"

"What do you want Harriet?"

Harriet didn't know what to do. Her body was screaming for release and Seth, but her mind wanted to cling to her pride. Seth slid another inch into her, causing her brain to momentarily to shut down. When he began to pull out, it was too much for Harriet.

"No! Please..."

"What?" he whispered against her lips, as his hand wandered up to one of her nipples "Do you want me to leave you?"

"No!"

"Tell me what you want, Harriet." He pushed back into her again, still only going in a couple of inches though.

"Please?" Harriet was almost sobbing "I want you in me. Please!"

He smiled against her mouth before kissing her so hard her head was pushed back into the bed. At the same time he pushed his rock-hard cock into her, burying himself up to the hilt, making Harriet moan loudly into his mouth, before he slowly pulled back out and stopped again "Tell me Harriet, what are you?" he growled.

Harriet writhed on the bed, desperate to feel his cock in her again. "Yours," she cried brokenly "I'm your mate. Please, just take me!" Her back arched and she almost screamed as he quickly slammed all the way back into her. He grabbed her hands and trapped them on either side of her head while his hips rammed into hers again and again.

She could feel herself reaching orgasm again and cried out loudly as she neared her climax.

Just as she reached the peak, her back arched and her head bent back, exposing her neck. This unwitting show of submission was too much for Seth. He growled "Mine!" just as his canines lengthened. He sank them into the side of her neck, just above her shoulder, holding her in place while he pounded his own way to orgasm. The pain only caused Harriet to orgasm even harder, making her scream louder as tidal waves of pleasure crashed through her body. A couple of strokes later Seth snarled into her neck as he found his own climax.

Seth lay over Harriet, still bearing his weight on his arms so as not to crush her. After licking the wound on her neck, he kissed her gently.

She opened her eyes after the kiss and stared at him blankly. "So it's done then?"

"Yes. You are mine now and I am yours." He stared back at her, his face inscrutable.

"Oh." Was all Harriet could say as she pulled away from Seth, rolling over to face away from him. Her mind and body were now so tired that she could barely keep her eyes open. She gazed tiredly at the window on the other side of the room. Her last thought before sleep claimed her was "What a beautiful sunset."