Valerie batted her eyelashes in confusion, "M-My first heat?" Looking over her shoulder she frowned, "What do I do to make this feeling go away?" Her honey colored skin now had a pink flush, a soft pant emitting from between her lips.
Why do I feel like this? So horny.
She swallowed hard trying to take control of the situation but she felt as if Ryker was the one making all the decisions, she couldn't think straight.
The large man smiled at her, his black hair still pulled back in the bun, a few pieces fell from the tie and surrounded his defined jawline. He quickly stood up moving in front of her and reaching a hand out to the desperate female, he could smell all the emotions and pick up her thoughts when she wasn't being careful at keeping them hidden. "It's okay to be horny, this is normal." Standing in front of her in his naked glory, he mentally cussed himself out for having his dick grow hard from when he ate her ass.
She quickly shot her head to stare up at him, "Can you read my thoughts?" Her cheeks suddenly turned a bright red as she realized she was face to face with his huge cock. Mouth dropping open slightly as she gazed at the 10 inch mass of thick muscle, the stubble of black hair made her conclude he kept up his hygiene. His dick twitched when he realized he was being inspected. Valerie ignored his outreached hand and slowly crawled over the ever growing member until her face was just inches from his flesh. Licking her lips his harsh scent of masculinity was heavy here, she was practically entranced by it. The lycan in her was controlling her movements now, the wolf needed her mate. Gold eyes flashed on as she looked up to Ryker, her gaze hard and demanding even though she couldn't control her very pathetic whimpers.
Ryker swallowed hard as he watched the wolf in Valerie beg for him, closing his eyes he ran the once outstretched hand over his face and through his hair, a mental debate raging through him.
Damn. What was I thinking. Saving this girl and turning her into a werewolf was reckless of me. I guess she just reminded me of
her.
He knew what she was going through, he had been witness quite a few times of the changing process. Looking down at her he placed a hand atop her head before moving down to her level as he crouched before her. Her gold eyes bore into his green which he let shift to the eye of the wolf, matching her same luminescent gaze. "Yes I can read your thoughts, I can explain later, let me give you a shower first."
Staring into his eyes she could have sworn he spoke to her with his mouth closed. "Her? Who is her?" She questioned with a tilt of her head, her horniness ebbing and flowing with her thought process. "Yes. Shower sounds nice then sex." Replied the she wolf in Valerie as she agreed with her alpha.
Startling Ryker at the comment he paused briefly realizing she can now read his thoughts too. At the mention of sex he chuckled at his girl,
feisty and bold, good combination for a little storm.
He scooped her into his embrace bridal style as her own arms wrapped around his neck, starting to walk towards the opposite door from the entrance earlier that night. Her thin body pressed to his as she held on, nuzzling her nose into his neck, taking a nibble. He let the girl have her fun, knowing her mind was trying to get comfortable with the chemical of the lycan. Soon he would have to set the proper boundaries between them. Pausing in his step he audibly groaned realizing another of his mistakes. There were no rules for her in the end because he created her as an alphass, an equal. Perhaps he could subdue her into submission with proper training, he thought without exposing his mind to her.
He descended down the wooden stairs with the squirming girl, her eyes wide as she gazed around everywhere, very curious. Valerie took note of the dimly lit spiral staircase that let out into the corner of a vast family room. Comfortable looking black leather couches were spread out surrounding a humongous flat screen tv that adorned the wall far across from them. Moving to the left they passed a brick fireplace that seemed to be ready at the flick of a match. Stopping in front of intricate glass double doors, Ryker set the lithe female down beside himself. Pushing the doors open they showed off a bedroom covered in reds, blacks, and creams. The king sized bed was dressed in red silk piled on with fluffy pillows in the same texture. Large black poles ran up to the ceiling from the posts of the bed frame giving the room a gothic appeal. At the foot of the bed laid a huge fur pelt in a russet shade, perhaps from a grizzly, the only rug covering the wooden floor.
From what Valerie could see the room was practically spotless, despite the two dressers that had trinkets of sorts laid atop them. There were no pictures on the walls only a rack nailed in off to the side with more business professional clothes like before all hung individually, a few varying colored dark leather shoes racked right below. She looked up to him with a quizzical expression. "This doesn't seem like a werewolf room." she mused, taking a step into his quarters.
He gave a half smile to the very observant girl and watched as she moved in his room, "I'm more modern than those fairytales." Gazing to her nude body which showed the grime and blood from before, he quickly moved in behind her with a slight nudge, leading her to a an open door which led into a bathroom.
Valerie blushed faintly as he pressed up behind her, the tip of his dick tapping her slightly near her lower back. Walking into the bathroom she gazed around the white tiles with bright eyes, taking in the architexture. The bathroom was shiny with a classic cream porcelain toilet, a glass jacuzzi against the wall to her left, and a double shower a couple meters in front of her. Turning to her right she came face to face with a counter and sink combo with a large mirror directly above. She gasped at the sight. Her body was covered in black smears of dirt from the parking lot of before, small grass stains grazed her body as well. The once straight platinum blonde was a mess of knots, a few blades of grass peeking out from between the layers. Slowly she reached both hands to touch the marks on her shoulders; the demon bind and the mate bond.
He watched from a few steps away with his arms crossed over his broad chest, a hard look on his face. Ryker was concerned for the girl, her life had changed drastically in the matter of a night; partially because of him. Standing to move beside her, he rested his palms on the sides of her shoulders with intent to comfort the troubled woman. Practically towering over her slim build, he stood about 8 inches taller than her, his body mass almost twice hers, his skin tone more tan in color. "It will be okay little storm, I will keep you safe." His voice cooed to her as he leaned closer to her ear.
There was a sense of calm about him and she couldn't help but lean back into his frame. The man was attractive forsure, he seemed to have the origin of native american with his amber complexion and dark hair. She breathed in his scent of sandalwood; he had the presence of professional meets wild and she couldn't help but be intrigued by it. Except the fact that now she was a lycan. The sudden thought made the reality hit her once again as she pushed herself away from the male with a growl, her eyes filled with defiance. "I don't need you to keep me safe, I can handle this on my own."
The sudden outburst from the female caused Ryker's eyes to flash gold; how dare he be talked to in such a manner, after everything he did for this girl. He growled low in his throat as he moved slowly towards the girl who was backing into the shower. "You would have died had I left you there, that demon would have drained you of your energy and took your soul." Her back soon pressed against the white tiles of the large shower and he stood in front of her like a brick wall. "The only reason I took interest in a weak Lureik like you is because 'I owed you one'."
