((Author's note: This was a request piece for a friend of mine. If you like my style and would like to have me write something for you (and give me free practice in the meantime) please feel free to e-mail me.))
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Soulful stormy gray eyes spiked with green scanned the small garden area in front of a cottage set in the woodlands. A large, proud wolf, nearly twice the size of any normal wolf, prowled about the area, keeping a watchful eye. Fur as black as midnight rippled under the moonlight as the wolf settled underneath a windowsill. In the window was a woman with flame-colored hair and gray-blue eyes, dressing for bed. She feared no one coming to peep in on her; she lived in a rather secluded area. As such the window was left open to allow in a breeze on the warm summer evening. The wolf under the sill was tempted to look into the window at her; to catch another glimpse of her, but he decided to keep himself reigned in.
The wolf's name was Aidan. He had been watching this young woman, named Diana, since she arrived in this small town in the mountains. He wasn't sure why; he was just drawn to her. Physically there wasn't anything particularly remarkable about her; other than the long, flame-colored hair and curves that would tempt a saint, lips that begged to be tasted and eyes that constantly laughed...
Alright, there was something very remarkable about her.
Aidan just had a very bad feeling about tonight. The wind wasn't right—even the stars looked all wrong. He had a terrible feeling in the pit of his gut that something horrible was going to happen tonight if he didn't do anything to stop it. So he tried desperately to reign in his carnal desires and focus on protecting the lovely nymph inside. Soon his sharp ears heard the sound of footsteps, and the pattering of water on tile. She was in the shower. Aidan tried hard not to think about it.
Soon her melodious voice floated through the air—Aidan knew she sang in the shower, and yet the beauty of her voice never ceased to amaze him; the woman could make angels cry. Listening to her sing her soft lullaby, Aidan closed his eyes. He had been awake and watchful for a very long time—he would just rest for a bit.
As he dozed off into sleep, he dreamed about her, of joining her in that shower as a man, taking those firm breasts in his hands and finally tasting her lips after so long wanting. Soon, however, the dream was interrupted by a horrible scream—her scream. Aidan jumped to his feet and crashed through her window faster than most humans could blink.
Inside was Diana, cowering in fear from the huge silvery-white wolf that had backed her into a corner. The wolf was nearly as big as Aidan, with eyes much the same as his. Aidan's heart sank when he saw the bite marks on Diana's arm and shoulder, no doubt from defending herself from the beast. Taking his attention away from what would happen to her now, he focused on the other wolf. Aidan leaped at him, smashing into him like a football player. He sank his teeth into his foe's neck, only to be thrown off, skidding across the floor. A deep, threatening growl was issued and Aidan leapt again. He felt the bones of his opponent's leg crack and splinter under his teeth. The silver wolf yelped and tried to kick him off. Only after several moments of taking a beating to the face did Aidan release his enemy, blood dripping down his muzzle. The silver wolf seemed to glare at him, and then jumped through the window Aidan had broken.
Aidan had to squelch the desire to run after him.
It became easier when he heard Diana whimper in fear and pain, and he turned to watch her attempt to crawl away. He padded over to her, head low, ears back. He crouched next to her and gently licked her hand, trying to comfort her. Still she tried to flee, but she was bleeding and tired and couldn't move very quickly. After a moment her body had mercy on her and she passed out. Aidan wasted no time and immediately morphed back into a man in order to pick her up and carry her to a safer place.
Diana opened her eyes. Her vision was still a bit hazy, and the room was dark.
Where was she? She tried to turn her head, only to feel a sharp pain in her shoulder. Fuzzy memories played on the edge of her mind as she realized she was not in her house, not in her bed. Candles flickered in the corners of the large room and she could vaguely make out the shadow of a man across the bed, near what she thought might be a chest-of-drawers.
"Where am I?" She muttered, blinking hard to try and clear her vision. The form of the man stiffened, quickly pulled on a shirt and hurried to her side.
"Don't try to move," his deep voice rumbled soothingly in her ear. "You've been hurt, but you're safe now, I promise. I bandaged you up..." he trailed off, gesturing towards her shoulder and arm. Only then did Diana notice that she was lying on a very comfortable feather bed and unable to move her left arm. It took a moment for her to realize that she was still naked.
Memories came flooding back. She was getting out of the shower, only to be greeted by the sight of an enormous silver-white wolf lying on her bed...she was stunned as the wolf pulled itself up slowly, growled menacingly, and leapt at her. She screamed and threw her left arm in front of her for protection. The white wolf then bit down on her arm and she screamed...the bites progressed to her shoulder...then a black wolf, just as big, broke through her window and attacked the white one...then, blackness. She must have passed out.
"How did I get here?" she asked weakly, turning to look at the man sitting next to her.
He looked uncomfortable and answered only with,
"That's not important right now. You should rest; I brought you some water."
With one arm he easily lifted her; with the other he held a cup of cool water to her lips. She drank deeply, and he settled her gently back onto the pillows. She smiled at him gratefully as he stood. He looked sort of awkwardly down at the foot of the bed then back at her.
"Can...can you get your clothes on by yourself or..." he blushed and looked at her sheepishly.
"I don't really have much movement in my left arm. I'll need some help." She told him, smiling reassuringly. "I'm not worried about you looking at me—I'm sure it's nothing you haven't seen before."
Though originally she had been teasing, she now found that she really did believe those words. He was tall, very tall, a full head and shoulders above her own height. His shoulders were broad and his chest was obviously well-muscled. His chest tapered down to narrow hips and long powerful legs; the legs of a hunter, she thought to herself. Green eyes glimmered above high cheekbones and a strong jaw, which was dusted with stubble. He had full lips and a winning smile; he was breathtaking.
She felt something stirring in her—something she hadn't really encountered before. Sure, she had felt arousal, but not like this. She was seriously drawn to this man, in a way she had never been before. He was virile, that was obvious, and she had a hard time not reaching out to touch him as he moved closer to the bed. Suddenly her lips burned to touch his, to touch him everywhere. Her fingers itched to grab him and run her fingers all over his bare body. She wanted to be under him, watching him as he flexed in and out of her...
She shook her head to clear it. She had never felt attraction that strong before. What was happening to her? She felt different all over—stronger, faster. Her legs ached to run even though her arm and shoulder itched and ached. Her skin sort of tingled, and not only because of her strong sexual response to this very male piece of eye candy in front of her.
"I can...turn you around if you want." He murmured, sitting next her on the bed. "You know...to give you more privacy."
Under normal circumstances, she would have agreed to more privacy. But considering her strong response to him, she wanted him to look at her—wanted him to be turned on by her too. She arched her back as much as possible, shoving her breasts near his nose.
"No, I don't think that will be necessary." She answered in a smoky voice. She noticed him swallow hard and try not to stare at her as he slipped a soft silk nightgown over her shoulders, helped her gently thread her arms through, and began to button it up. His fingers fumbled and shook over the buttons, as his eyes were focused on her breasts. They were more beautiful than he had imagined. The soft, pale skin of her perfect globes was tipped by a blush-pink. They looked as though they would fit well within his hand, almost overfilling them.
Aidan bit his lip in a vain attempt to reign himself in. He couldn't help but notice that this woman was enjoying herself—her skin was flushed and her breathing was heavy, almost as though she were getting turned on by him looking at her. After what seemed to be hours of fumbling, he finally got the damn thing closed and gently laid her back down on the bed. Looking towards her eyes and bracing for a reprimand, all he got was a seductive smile and a wink from her.
Suddenly the realization hit him as to why she was behaving so strangely. She had been bitten. She was turning; her sex drive was flying high, and he was a virile male, alone with her in a dark room. Of course she felt attraction to him. His heart sank at the thought that she might not actually be turned on by him, that it was just her hormones talking, so to speak. He decided he wouldn't let it get to him just yet and try to tell her what was happening to her, what he was, and what she was becoming.
How did one start a conversation like that?
'Oh, by the way, I'm a werewolf, and you were bitten by a werewolf, and now you're one too. Wanna have sex?'
