She's Mine

Opening her eyes, Valerie realized she was standing in the dark. Whipping her head around she looked from left to right before calling out, "Hello?" Her voice was meek against the almost empty space she was occupying. Suddenly, before her a wolf appeared, large in size. It's gold eyes were level with her shoulders and it seemed to stand still and see through the physical facade of the girl - the beast was staring into her soul. She could feel those eyes look deep as her breath caught hard in her throat, gasping at the intensity of it all.

Valerie stood motionless as her lithe body trembled in fear at the creature before her. The wolf was huge with glossy fur about the color of silver. But upon the wolf's left shoulder seemed to be a dark design of black, lines intricately detailing the pelt in an almost similar fashion as her own design left by the demon Lucifer. Looking down at her own shoulder she saw the same pattern as she reached up to touch her own skin. Quickly looking back to the wolf, she realized it had disappeared.

Spinning in place she looked around in a hurry for the beast in the black of the dream.

It's a dream.

Valerie realized, starting to run forward, attempting to look for the wolf to ask it questions. Moving ahead came to a stop again as she noticed someone a ways in front of her in a field of flowers which began to come into view. It was still dark, but now there was a full moon in the sky casting a glow around them both.

"Excuse me," Valerie began to speak, standing several feet away from the other person before her. "Have you seen the silver wolf? I was hoping to find out what it saw in me." The words flowed out of her like they weren't even her own, but she knew that was the question she wanted answered.

What seemed to be a young woman turned slowly to face her, a billowing baby blue colored dress danced around her as a light breeze blew between them The woman looked to Valerie with a gentle smile that held no hostility, her blue eyes shone an almost white gleam in the light of the moon. "Well, what do you see in yourself?" The voice spoke out with such a soft tone it was almost a whisper.

Valerie blinked once at the question before answering rather quickly, "I see fire. And rain." She looked down at her hands, then down to the field, "But I feel like flowers." Her head slowly tilted up to the moonlight as she gazed at the beauty, "I see the moon in myself. I'm consistent. Consistently changing into something to fit with the world around me. My phases are internal. Sometimes I have such heat within my veins that I can't explain until I calm myself down in a stream of tears." She started trembling as all her thoughts erupted into words, "But I'm growing, growing...wild." Her mouth was dry as she tried to swallow, looking back up to the woman noticing she had moved closer until she stood about an arms length away.

They both stared at each other. Valerie stood slightly shorter than the blue eyed blue dressed tan skinned female. Her hair was an auburn red with lowlights of dark brown. The shape of her face was oval and her eyes were big with long, black lashes. Her lips held a small smile that seemed to say she was understanding of the confused girl before her, posture very tight like someone royal from a long ago kingdom. The unknown woman reached her hands out to grab Valerie's, both of them standing hand in hand. Valerie swallowed hard as she let the lady reach for her, hands warm against her own shivering skin.

"You are very strong Valerie, a lureik like you shouldn't belong in such a situation but you seem to be coping bravely." The women took a small breath before squeezing her hands slightly. "Seems as though you stumbled into the path of a great leader who will help you understand things about yourself as you are and about what you will become." She pushed Valerie's hands together so they closed with palms jointly before opening them back up like a book. Within Valerie's hands now sat a small pickling of a yellow daisy. "Ryker will help you just as you will help him. The silver wolf sees the alphass in you, prove to the black wolf that you are one."

And with that the woman disappeared, leaving Valerie to stare at the flower in her palms. The crunching of twigs brought her back to reality as she shot her gaze up to a man infront of her, Ryker.

"You saw her." He sounded shocked and almost defensive, like he couldn't believe that Valerie wouldn't be able to have a very random dream, such as this one. But his expression made it seem like this dream wasn't just something out of imagination. "She came to you? You." He paused, "Not me.."

Valerie frowned softly with confusion not understanding the situation at hand. "Yes, I saw a woman and she explained you would guide me."

"You saw..her..." Was his only response as his face started to soften, Ryker looked from the moon then back at the white haired girl. He held the silence between them as he pondered what he witnessed. From what Valerie could tell he definitely wasn't upset anymore; he almost seemed relieved. Walking towards her, he quickly reached out his hand to touch two finger tips to her forehead, "Let me just take these memories and wake you up, little storm."

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The smell of bacon wove around her very being as she blinked her eyes open. The morning light shown through the double french doors that led from the bedroom out into the living space. Valerie lay still as she let out a heavy sign she hadn't realized she was holding.

I'm a werewolf..and...a demon wanted to take me as his.

She shivered softly against the thought of something so life changing. Turning to look next to her she realized Ryker was gone and she was alone in the bed. Stretching out on her side she realized she was holding onto something in her hands. Slowly unfolding her palms she saw a somewhat crinkled daisy that was yellow in color.

Staring profoundly at the little plant she let her eyebrows wrinkle up in speculation.

Where did this come from?

The creak of the doors opening quickly shot her attention away from the bloom of the plant, her eyes squinting at the bright sunlight that was now pouring into the dark of the room. A tall, dark figure stood in the doorway, a pair of black silken boxers hung low on his hips, the v line of muscle casting playful illusions in Valerie's mind. She swallowed a dry mouth before answering, "Goodmorning." - just as the same time his message sent through;

Goodmorning.

The silently stared at each other, a quick grin appearing on Ryker's face as he began to move closer to her, carrying what seemed to be a tray of food. Her stomach began to growl on cue as she smelled the wonderful aroma of breakfast. Sitting up in bed she invited the man to come closer just as she moved her legs, letting him sit on the side of the bed that was closest to her.

"I hope you like bacon, eggs, and toast." Ryker said aloud as he held the tray out for her, but just as she went to reach for it he pulled it back, her arms falling short.

Valerie growled and glared at the male, a frown settling on her face.

He smirked at her, "Beg for it."

Something stirred in her lower abdomen the way he said those words and she could feel a small blush flaring on her cheeks. "You're so charming." was all she could snap back.

His gaze faltered slightly as he noticed the yellow daisy that now lay upon his red sheets in the space where he had laid just a few hours ago, thinking back on Valerie's dream that he had interrupted. Quickly he changed his demeanor and gently set the tray down in the girls' lap, even giving her a small smile. "Please eat up, we have a long day ahead of us and I'm prepared to answer all of your questions." Ryker stood of slowly and moved towards the doors, stopping to lean in the frame of one of them, "You better have some good ones for me." He gave a lopsided grin before turned his chiseled back to her and moving away from the bedroom.

Valerie was once again confused by the strange man, but she guessed the personality of his must be something that came with being a wolf. Finishing her food rather quickly, she grabbed the tray and made her way out of bed. Carrying the red ceramic dish, she moved out the doors, walking past the living room and into the kitchen. Here it was small, colored with whites and reds and yellows, wooden cabinets and floors mixed well with the sandy colored granite countertops.

She lifted her gaze to look towards Ryker who sat at a four person table before putting the tray in the sink. He sat comfortably in a white wooden chair that seemed almost too small for his big frame. A cup of what seemed to be coffee sat on some documents that were spread about the table. Valerie walked closer before stopping on the opposite side of him, "What kind of job do you have anyways?" She asked, looking at all the graphs and numbers and what seemed to be important texts.

He looked up to her from a paper he was holding and raised his eyebrows, "Do you really care what kind of job I have? I thought I told you to have some good questions." Ryker gave an amused expression before setting down the paper, shuffling the files into a pile before sliding them back into the manilla folder.

Valerie however, didn't look amused. This was something she wanted to know, especially since this man could afford such a nice enclosed rooftop oasis. She pulled the chair out across from his and sat down, quietly folding her hands together before staring up at him with her dark blue eyes, waiting on his answer.

Staring at her, he sighed softly and reached a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

She becomes a werewolf and this is the question she wants to ask.

"I own a bank." Ryker said finally.

She tilted her head slightly, "Oh? What bank."

"Hawthorne Trust." He replied evenly, not looking to her gaze as he reached for his coffee, taking a sip. Ryker could feel her surprise because of the mate bond, her emotions were now sent to him like a text message.

Her mouth opened slightly, "You own HT." She didn't sound like she believed him. "A werewolf owns HT. Owns practically the whole fucking city of Lammeat." Valerie snorted softly, running a hand through her messy silvery, blonde hair. "No wonder this place is so sketchy, it's filled with werewolves and demons."

The male's jaw twitched as he glared to her, not liking her condescending tone against his kind. "Do not relate me to the demons, they have nothing to do with this."

"They have everything to do with this." She snapped, her hands balling into fists, "One of your friends tried to kill me last night, I bet it was your plan to save me all along. I bet you get entertainment out of saving helpless girls and turning them into savage creatures like yourself."

Ryker quickly stood up, his chair flying a few feet back behind him. "You know nothing of me or my people. The demons are not friends, little storm. Not to me or anyone." He now pressed his huge palms on the wooden table and leaned over to look down upon her, condescendingly. His black hair was disheveled upon his head and a small piece curled above his right eye, the shadow of a beard lay painted on his face from a weekend without shaving. "The demon who laid harm to you was not my demise, I saved you out of kindness, a favor owed. Valerie, you are now in my world, under my command." Ryker's eyes turned gold, submit.

Submit. The word that coursed through her felt like a rope around her mind and body, but the braiding wasn't tied strong enough. She rose slowly from her chair and glared at his display of dominance, her palms pressed to the white table as she leaned in about an inch away from his own forehead. Valerie felt the wolf glaze over and her eyes soon matched his in color. "Make me."

Within a heartbeat all hell broke loose. A black wolf was now replacing Ryker's body and she felt as if she couldn't move to get away fast enough. The skinny female quickly whisked around and charged into the living room, her mind thinking quick on an escape, remembering the stairs to the world above. Looking over the shoulder she watched as the black wolf leaped over the kitchen table and began to saunter her way. Valerie's breath caught in her throat as she broke free up the stairs, ripping a door open that led out into the outdoor courtyard.

Dashing into the open grassy area she turned around just as the wolf stood mere yards from her. Ryker didn't even seem out of breath as she couldn't help herself from gasping for air. She stood defensively as she gazed to the beast who eyed her with zero emotions showing. She knew she looked as wild as she felt, but from her given circumstances she felt she had a right to be angry over what had happened to her in the past twenty-four hours.

Submit to me Valerie.

The voice in her mind broke the tangled thoughts and she scowled at the wolf whose eye level was taller than where she stood. For some reason his words struck hard like a heavy weight tied to her, the pull was much tougher than the rope feeling from before. Valerie fell to her knees after they gave out from trying to withstand the mental gravity. Her gold eyes were narrow and she huffed heavily, letting her gaze falter to her palms that were pressed to the grass in front of her. Watching as her skin on the back of her hands rippled with the growing sensation of the white fur, she felt her wolf just beneath the surface.

Ryker began to make his way slowly towards the small bowing woman, seeing as she finally gave up on being defiant towards him, he couldn't help but let a small smirk of satisfaction draw on his wolfish face. Standing before her still wearing his pelt proudly, he leaned his head down to lick at the mate bond that was positioned between her shoulder and neck. He knew the feeling of his lavishing would bring her great calm and pleasure and what he really needed right now was for the stubborn girl to let him lead.

The feeling of his warm tongue upon her body made her almost stop her attack, but her pride was too strong. She quickly shifted wolf, leaving behind the scraps of the t shirt she was once wearing as she tilted her head up and bit down hard at the bottom of his neck. Valerie's teeth sunk into flesh, blood pooling in her mouth as she took an aggressive hold onto her mate, careful not to cause any killing damage.

The only person who will be submitting is you.

Shock erupted in Ryker's body as he stilled with the bite from Valerie's wolf. He couldn't help to be caught in surprise, he didn't even find it in her thoughts that she was planning a sneak attack like this. For some reason the pain was on the lower side of his worries, second to wondering how to control such a female like this. Despite the blood that dripped from the fur on his neck, he was impressed with her move, but he would have to get the situation over with soon enough. It has been decades since the last time he was assailed by one of his own pack members, and he did not want it to become a habit.

Submit to you? Oh love, you're very mistaken.

She was caught off guard as soon as he growled and turned to chomp down into the crook of his shoulder on her mate bond. Valerie whined out at the deep rooted sensitivity of pleasure that erupted over the pain. The silver wolf released his neck and stood frozen as she felt his teeth grind in harder to her flesh. Her knees buckled beneath her and she felt weak from the overpowering sense of wanting to please her alpha. As he forced the bite on her deeper, he positioned her to roll over on her side until she was exposing her stomach to him, signaling a sign of defeat.

Usually at this time the fight would break and she was reminded of her place, below her alpha, but something in her stirred. A deep longing to be filled, her heat enveloping her mind once again as she whimpered out pathetically to Ryker. She let the black wolf invade her mind and explore all the fantasies and sexual emotions she was feeling and he analyzed them hungrily. He seemed to like one in particular, where it showed them as wolves still.

Valerie couldn't even remember when he let go of her neck but she realized she was now positioned on all fours as the large black wolf hovered behind her. The human emotions in her swirled and she was nervous to have sex as a wolf, nervous and excited. She felt a wet nose press against her behind as a long wet tongue reached out to lick between her legs, pushing beside her tail that was flattened to her body in hesitancy.

Do you want this Valerie? I need consent from you to continue, my wolf will not be gentle and I cannot express enough how your body calls to me.

She listened to his words thoughtfully, wondering if the tenderness had ruined the moment of urgency or made it more comforting for her. Picking the later, she replied,

I want this, please.

She felt a light hearted chuckle reverberate through her mind, something she swore could never get tired of. The black wolf positioned himself atop of her as he nuzzled into her neck, finding the sweet spot of their bond as he began to lick at it lovingly. His member pushed inside her ready body with such fullness she let out a deep moan. Feeling the way his body laid protectively over her as she huffed and whimpered with each pump of his hind legs, she couldn't help but wonder if he was able to rub at her clit as a wolf. And suddenly as if her thoughts were magic her fur began to vanish. Gasping aloud she cried out with a scream as his wolf was much bigger than his human, including the size of his dick.

Ryker quickly found out the reason for her pain as concern spiked through him, he shifted to his human form in a matter of seconds. Pulling out of her he almost wanted to slap himself for the guilty pleasure of how tight Valerie was in that moment. He turned her onto her back and looked her in the eyes as their gold coloring began to fade. Reaching a hand down he wiped at the small tears that began to form in her eyes from the intensity of his size. "We need to get your shifting under control, storm. I don't need you in pain when I'm trying to give you pleasure."

She looked into his eyes almost ashamed by all the worry she put in them, "I'm okay I promise." Valerie reassured giving a small nervous laugh, "I just wanted you to rub my clit." Speaking casually because her lust still wasn't settled she was surprised to see a slight pink come across Ryker's cheeks. Was he blushing? Giving a small sexy smile, she never realized the wolf man could get so flustered by a few words.

He let the pink on his cheeks dim just as instantly as it started. Putting the tip of his dick against her wet crevice he slid the hard member through the moist layers of her body teasingly. "Do realize because I'm your alpha I get to do what I want. Including deciding whether or not to rub your clit."

Valerie took his statement like a grain of rice feeling more impatient than ever,

fuck me and rub my clit, alpha.

She commanded him and for some reason this put a surprised expression on his face before he obeyed. Gasping audibly he pushed all ten inches of his cock inside her tight cunt till he bottomed out against her. She reached her hands up to push at the hardened muscles along his chest feebly trying to get him to be pull out. He just smirked down at her before thrusting away.

Ryker's body fucked her deeper than she ever thought possible, filling her wet snatch with all the pleasure he could muster. He held an arm around her waist as the other held his body up over hers. Her thin legs wrapped around his waist as she gripped onto his biceps, reaching a hand between his body and hers, he began to rub vigorously on the sensitive bud. Valerie's body began to tremble underneath him as he felt the power of her orgasm coming on.

Look at me Val. I want you to see who's making you cum. The only man who will ever make you cum again.

Her blue eyes opened slightly as she looked to him with a glossy gaze before the first orgasm took over. Moaning out loudly her whole body shook as it clenched around his member. Staring into his eyes she watched as he gave a satisfied smile before biting his lip and releasing a groan of his own, spewing ropes of hot cum inside her needy body. Giving a satisfied smile she lay in the grass beneath his tensed body, caught in her own pleasure daze.