"Silly girl, if I die there will not be enough of me left to raise form the dead."
His smile was somewhat terrifying, showing too many teeth. She gasped as he shoved into harder, the tip of his huge penis ramming into the very deepest part of her.
He let out a growl, "I think it's my turn now."
She whimpered slightly when she felt him sliding his hips back and pulling almost out of her.
"Just a moment love, I'm not going anywhere," he growled through his powerful jaws.
He rolled her over so she was now bent over the bed, so he could take her from behind. Raven was so thick now and Bianca so tight, he all most came feeling her twist around his tip. Pushing his cock back in deep and hard, bottoming out again and drawing a long moan from her, he began licking before lightly biting the back of her neck. He did not draw blood, he carefully exerted pressure without breaking skin. The feeling took her breath away and awakened the beast within. A growl bubbled from her lips as she arched her back, positioning her hips to feel every inch of him. He began thrusting faster, pushing in just a little deeper, his knot growing. She could feel it just inside her channel, it's increasing size putting pressure in new places and stretching her even more.
"Oh, gods, yes! Yes! Fuck me harder!"
He snarled silently, struggling to maintain control. He was so close claws digging in to her hips stinging but not ripping, a moan growing deep in his throat as the pressure in his balls built. Bianca bucked her hips as an orgasm ripped a scream from her throat. The walls of her pussy began to shudder around him and it drove him over the edge. He rammed in to the base of his cock as his knot swelled to full size, locking them together. She felt it pulse as he shot streams of thick, hot cum into her. It brought an even more powerful orgasm, making her writhe, scream and whimper beneath him.
Ravens knees went weak as he shuddered through the last of his orgasm. He pulled Bianca off the bed and held her to him as he sank down onto the floor. He brought her slamming down on him one last time forcing one more moan from both of them. She leaned back against him, relaxing into his arms as her eyes began to close. He glanced at the window, it was growing pale in the east. He let the wolf slip away, slowly the hair melted back into his skin and his manhood inside her, along with his entire body, returned to its human size. Their combined juices flowed out around him.
He shook her gently, "I need to get you in the shower before day light and before I change my mind and stay here with you," his breaths were still coming in large ragged gasps.
She smiled, "I don't die with each dawn anymore my love."
He shook his head, "I forget sometimes. Our nocturnal schedules don't help. We are usually abed by dawn even so."
"Yes, it seems that even with this new ability to tolerate the sun, I am still a creature of the night." She giggled, "Bleh, bleh, be-bleh! I don't drink...vine. I vant to bite your neck. Or something like that."
More giggles followed, escalating into peals of laughter. "Good gods, WHAT was that cuckoo Irishman smoking to cause him to write that drivel!?"
Raven snorted, "Opium most likely. It was all the rage then."
He began to get up, lifting her in his arms and carrying her to the bathroom, he stopped in the doorway. "Dammit, I forgot that you only have a tub in here, no shower."
She wiggled out of his arms as he set her down on the edge. "Of course, it's the only civilized way to do it."
He sighed and rolled his eyes as she turned on the elaborate faucet and added a few drops of fragrant oil.
When it was full she turned to him and held out her hand, "Come lover, let's enjoy this one luxury before you leave."
He stepped in and sank down with her held to his chest. She reached over and pressed the button turning on the jets and he leaned back and let the warm water work out some of the tension in his body.
They went back to the club for Raven to pack, she sat on the bed as he got dressed. "I should only be gone a couple of weeks, but give me a week to get in touch and check in before you start ripping people apart looking for me," brushing his still wet hair back in to a ponytail he smiled at her, "Or changing my club too much."
She smiled at him, "Well, I guess I will make sure to wait until I know it's safe before I change it over to an all-male revue."
He shook his head at her, "Not that I would mind including an all-male night once a week, we would lose a large amount of our clientele if we completely switched."
She approached him, putting her hands on his chest and leaning in close, "Hmmm, I will definitely work on making that work. I have some other ideas too, but you better check in and let me know that you are still alive or I will make some MAJOR changes." She stood on tiptoe and kissed him, "Mmmmm, I don't want you to leave."
"I don't want to go myself," his hands slowly moved down her back and cupped her ass. "I want to crawl into bed with you and forget about it all, but I can't do that just yet."
He growled low in his chest as he kissed Bianca deeply pulling her body tight to his. He sighed as he broke off the kiss and grabbed his duffel bag and slung it over his shoulder.
She followed him down to the garage where he tossed the bag into the passenger seat of his truck.
"I would tell you to be careful, but I know that is not really an option. Just be smart about things, keep on your toes."
He nodded, "You know I will."
He grabbed her one more time and planted a final kiss on her forehead before climbing into the driver's seat and backing the truck out of the garage, the steel reinforced doors closing automatically behind him.
Bianca turned and walked back inside, dropping her hand to Shaman's head as he fell in beside her, pacing along with his long, heavy tail swishing behind him. She slipped through the door into the club and took the elevator up to Raven's office. She sighed as she sat in the big leather chair and picked up the stack of papers on the desk and shuffled through them. They were mostly invoices from the alcohol vendors, the security company, utility bills and the occasional bill for repairs or maintenance. She set those to the side for the accountants and picked up a sheaf of applications for the male revue she was planning to start.
It was cold and storming and Raven was crouched in a back alley outside a warehouse, he had been gone more than a few days and this was not his first back alley and it was drawing near the full moon. There had been news of some brutal murders and some reports of a huge wolf being seen. He had made his way here to Portland, following the reports and sightings across the country. They had led to this warehouse at near the port, he could smell traces of wolf, several days old though. He was so sick of the rain, it seemed to never stop in this place. After going over the warehouse inside and out and turning up nothing he pulled out his phone and sent Bianca a text, 'Hello love thinking about you and still alive. Cold and wet missing your warm body next to mine. Your eyes, your smile make me want to come home every day and night.' He hit send and put the phone away. Looking up at the sky he could not see the moon, but he could feel its pull. He needed to get out of town and find somewhere to run and hunt, the city was pressing in on him.
Bianca was just waking up when she heard her phone chime in her ear. She dug it out from under her pillow and pressed a button, the light from the screen was blinding for a moment. There was a text from Raven, as she read it a smile came to her lips. She typed a brief reply, 'Missing you too my love, the club is doing fine. I wish you were back here with me, the bed seems so empty without you.' After pressing send, she tossed back the blankets, partially covering Shaman, who was sprawled over half of the California King size bed.
He lifted his head and glared at her, "You know he would have a fit if he knew you were sleeping up there."
The big cat just snorted and shook his huge head, ears flapping. Bianca crossed the room to the bathroom, briefly glancing at the nude form still passed out on the couch, she sighed, stopped and picked up the blanket from the floor and tossed it back over him. He had been her dinner, and she had fed deeply, he would sleep for hours longer. She would have to remember to have someone bring him some breakfast with a lot of orange juice when she went downstairs.
He was passing a club called Devil's Point as he walked in the rain. Something stopped him in his tracks, it was odd, he could smell vampire and fear but it was not human fear. Then it hit him hard, he got the scent of wolf aggression, arousal and anger. Heading behind the club to find out what was going on, he moved slowly staying low in the darkness. Soon he would see them, two men both wolves but merely pups, and their prey. She could not have been more than a few years into her vampiric life and was completely unaware that she could rip the two wolves apart. She had to be somewhere between 25 and 30, blue eyes and platinum blonde hair cut short over her ears. The look in her eyes was pure fear, her shirt was already ripped showing off a black bra. She was trying to cover herself and shaking like a leaf. Raven could not let this happen, he knew one day it would get him in trouble but but a damsel in distress was his weakness.
"I think it's time you boys leave the lady alone," Raven's voice was low and cold, humans might not have even heard him.
Raven let his power push outward, the weight of his years and his Alpha status chokingly thick in the air. The two pups turned slowly to face him, fear taking over every instinct, one of them even pissed himself. Falling over themselves, getting up, running a short distance and tripping and falling again as they kept looking back and running in to things. It was comical, but he maintained his composure as he extended his hand to her, she looked ready to bolt.
"We need to go before they come back with help." But what he was thinking was, 'Bianca going to kill me.'
Back at the club, the evening was winding down, the customers were paying their tabs, saying farewell to their favorite dancers, and making their way to the door. The bartenders were clearing down and everyone was going through their closing duties. Bianca made her way from the hostess stand to the elevator to the office. She still had work to do, there were several male dancers coming in to interview and audition. She sank into the plush leather chair and opened the folder in front of her to the first application.
Picking up the phone, she pushed a button to the secretary, "Please send up the first one, thank you."
She replaced the receiver and waited. After a few moments, the elevator doors slid open and what stepped into the room took her breath away. He was gorgeous, well over 6 and a half feet tall, his skin was like burnished bronze and his hair was dark and slightly curling, falling to his shoulders. He smelled of the desert heat, sun and sand, and big cat. His eyes were the color of amber, with a ring of emerald green around the pupils, a small scar bisected his right eyebrow. She had to remind herself to close her mouth and drool, he smelled so good. She vaguely heard her phone chime with a text message, she absently picked it up and checked it, Raven. The text was short, 'Flying back tonight, have a new development.' She texted back, 'OK.' Before setting the phone back down.
