I can't believe how well received chap 1 was, considering it was my first try ever! Any feedback is appreciated, I'm only winging it here. Enjoy
Ella hadn't even made it out the driveway. She didn't know how Scott had found her, but he had, and he'd tossed her out on her arse without a word. She sulked in her room all day, refusing to open the door, and stayed there fully intending upon keeping it locked.
She was half asleep late that night when she heard Scott's car pull up, and him slam his way through the house. For a moment, she was tempted to go confront him about where he'd been, then she decided against it, rolling over and drifting off to sleep.
Scott moved as though he was in a dream. He had spent the day up on the mountain where they'd taken their fateful hike, just restlessly pacing through the trees, driven by a strange need. He was unaware of his wild state, his hair full of sticks and clothes filthy and ripped from the trees. He wandered the kitchen, not sure what he was looking for, edgy and confused.
He stormed to his room, pushing the door semi-way shut. Pulling his filthy clothes off, he noticed with amusement his semi-hard cock, tenting the front of his boxers. A small part of him knew it had been like that all day, as he searched for something to satiate the desire. He stared at it, palming it gently through the material, watching it jerk and stiffen at his attentions. His eyes, normally dark and shadowed, slowly begun to change as his arousal grew, flashing into a deep gold.
He spun wildly, and strode to his window, pushing it open, longing for the brown haired woman to appear. The urge to fuck was upon him, and he was hardly aware that he stood by the window, boxers around his ankles, stroking frantically up his throbbing member.
The cool chill of the air bothered him, and he left his exposed position before being sighted, not that many people were out this early in the morning, moving to the bed and bracing against it, as he thrust into his hand, his thumb rubbing the head gently.
He could feel his body struggling to react to the arousal, in ways it never had before. He had always been a considerate lover to the girls he lay with, gentle and sedate in the ways he brought them pleasure. But as he imagined the brown haired woman and her wild snarls, her hungry teeth, and her golden eyes, he longed to take a girl forcefully, to feel the way he thrust inside her as she screamed as though he was ripping her in two.
He moved to his wardrobe and pushed open the door, his head beginning to throb and his body shaking. There was a full length mirror on the back of the door, and for the first time, he hungrily watched himself take pleasure in his body, watching with a detached sense of calm as his skin begun to ripple.
He imagined he could see fur moving under his skin, and opened his mouth and pictured the dull teeth as razored canines. He longed to see the pathetic, round ears he had grow longer, and stand at sharp points. He wriggled his hips slightly, swinging his erect cock, and imagined a tail growing from the base of his spine, groaning with the desire to feel his body really change, not this half-hearted attempt.
He wanted to be a wolf, he wanted to become the creatures he had spent the last week fantasying about. He didn't question where the idea had come from, but he knew, without a doubt, that the power was in him, he just needed a way to break it out.
He felt a cool breeze rush across his hot and sweaty skin, and he turned his head, still stroking, to see the brown-haired woman from the other night, standing in his room. She was naked, and the sight of her breasts and curves drove him insane, he swung to leap on her and force his memberinto her.
She hardly moved, just bared her teeth and arched her back, and he dropped to the floor, ashamed but still horny. Whining, he crouched, almost subconsciously rubbing himself against the floor. All he knew was that he must listen to this woman, she was the one who would give him everything he desired.
"Please," he moaned. "Please fuck me, I need it." She smiled, her teeth still bared as a warning, and snarled at him, but he heard the words in her animal cry.
"You won't get what you need from mating with me," she told him. "You can't change into what you desire without a mate of your own, you are nothing but a fledgling to me, I cannot mate with you how you want." She moved to him, cupping his chin in her hand, and stroking his face. He moaned under her, her fingers tracing lines of liquid desire on his skin. He longed to submit to her, to crouch by her feet and do anything she asked of him.
He felt crushed by her words. He needed this, now. He couldn't wait another night. He didn't even know why he'd fought so hard, his memories of his family being pushed further and further away from his mind. "I'll do anything," he moaned. "Anything, to hunt beside you tonight."
She regarded him with eyes of golden fire. Stared deeply into his eyes, seeing his soul. She was pleased with the changes in him already, she could see the wolf under the surface, but he was strong and was using his love for his siblings to hold back the change, even as he hungered for it. She knew that once his eyes had changed to her colour of gold, he was hers, and there was barely a shade of his once deep brown left in them. There was no turning back, he was theirs.
But she knew as much as they could twist him into their creature, he would always be drawn back to his family, unless she could shatter the familial bonds. She knew that the first mate a newly born wolf created would never be a true wolf, but a subservient lesser, with a mind only to please the one who had created it. Nothing but a bitch who would be used for relieving sexual tension, and if she was comely enough, for breeding. It was the wolves that Scott would create later, when he was in control of his powers, that would become powerful members of the Pack.
Until he gained his own eyes, he was her creature. And she knew the perfect way to make a mockery of the way he'd fought their control. She glided over to him, leaning down and dipping her tongue in his mouth, exciting all of his senses, making sure it was the wolf in control of his mind, and not the caring brother, and told him exactly what to do. Yes, this would suit her Pack perfectly.
Ella awoke from a nightmare with a shriek, dazed and scared. She wasn't sure what had left her so unsettled, but her body shook with fear and exhaustion. She slumped, her body, curling in on itself, shivering.
