Whitepaw Revival

Hello Readers, I changed to using apostrophes for internal monologue since the editing interface here doesnt seem to like my italics. Thanks for your supportive comments.

FWT

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Chapter 2

The next morning Isaac rolled out of bed an hour after his normal wake up time feeling foggy headed and sluggish, that was very unusual for him as normally he snapped awake with the sunrise and bounced to his feet.

He slipped into the shower and washed in a fugue, dressing in jeans and a polo before heading down to the kitchen.

"Morning dad" he called muzzily as he opened the fridge and poured himself a glass of juice. 'Deliciously tasty pineapple and pear juice, the best flavour there is' he thought to himself as he took his first sip.

"Morning son, you're looking a little bleary this morning, just how late did you stay down the street last night exactly?"

"Yeah I feel a bit weird this morning actually dad, I was home before midnight though so it's not that.. maybe I'm coming down with something? Can't remember the last time I got sick."

His father eyed him over his newspaper with concern, "I think I've only seen you sick once, maybe twice in your life son, shifter immune systems are extremely powerful. Keep an eye on it, and head to the clinic if you need to."

"I know dad. Thanks. Oh hey, Cass is coming up for breakfast this morning, did you want to join us?"

"No thanks, I had some toast and I need to leave in a couple minutes for the office. The director called me into the lab."

"On a Saturday? Huh.. well I guess that's why you get paid the big bucks.." Isaac quipped with a smirk.

"Har har, yes well it's a bit unusual but apparently we have some urgent requests from some government department that need attention immediately."

"Okay, well let me know what your timing looks like when you're done, maybe we can grab some lunch, or if its later I'll plan to cook dinner tonight." Isaac offered.

"I'd like that Son, I'll let you know"

His dad was out the door ten minutes later, leaving a still fuzzy headed Isaac sat at the kitchen table with his juice, staring into the middle distance, his mind wandering lethargically.

As he sat sipping at his glass a sensation emerged in the back of his mind, unnoticed at first, some vague suggestion that about now Cass would be getting out of the shower and getting dressed to head over and join him.

A few minutes after that he stood absent mindedly and opened the door, finding a surprised Cassandra standing with her hand raised to press the door bell.

He was snapped out of that strange fuzzy state when she asked "Did you hear me walking up or something?"

He stepped aside and ushered her in to the kitchen table as he thought on how to answer "I actually.. don't know? I don't think so? I've been feeling pretty weird all morning, like fuzz in my brain, as if we'd been drinking last night, but we only had the one beer right? And I only had one or two with dad at dinner.. it's weird, and now you're here I feel fine?"

"That is weird.. I felt pretty out of it this morning too but I think the walk up the street cleared the cobwebs out"

"Huh, well no use worrying about it I guess, I feel fine now. What do you feel like for breakfast? Pancakes, omelet or bacon and eggs?" They shared a brief kiss before Isaac headed to the kitchen and set a pan to heat up on the stove as they chatted.

"An omelet with all the fixings sounds great, thanks babe. Is your dad not here?"

"No he got called into the Lab, some urgent government ask. Didn't tell me much else."

They threw some ideas back and forth about plans for the day as Isaac prepped eggs, bacon, capsicum, mushrooms and more for a couple of loaded omelets, the conversation flowing as smoothly always.

They'd both been a little concerned things would be awkward between them despite the previous nights' passion, but it never eventuated.

They sat side by side, Isaac taking up Cass' hand without a thought, and neither said a thing as they ate together one handed.

After a minute something occurred to Cass "Did you add more mushroom and capsicum to mine?"

"Yeah, I think I did.. was that wrong?"

"No, no, definitely not, it's great thank you. I was thinking about it as you cooked is all but I didn't want to tell you what to do while you were so kindly cooking for me" she smiled and pecked his cheek before returning to her meal.

"Huh, okay well I'm glad you like it."

They finished eating, cleaned up after breakfast and decided they both felt like going for a run. They had often run together as teenagers when Cass didn't feel safe running in the evenings by herself. While the area was considered safe she didn't want to invite the kind of trouble a lone woman out jogging in the dark could open her up to, so Isaac had run with her several times a week. He did find it a little hard to hold himself back and match her speed at first, her shorter legs and his non-human strength and endurance caused a bit of a mismatch in their comfortable paces, but he found a slower loping jog that matched her running speed eventually.

Cass had to head home to change into some athletic wear and grab a change of clothes for afterwards, but before long they were over the back fence and running along the edge of the bush reserve, matching pace together.

They lapsed into a comfortable silence as they ran, Cass quickly building up a sweat while Isaac took quite a bit longer for his body to reach that point. When they finished their approximate 12km circuit Isaac was breathing deeply with a thin sheen of sweat while Cass was sucking wind like a bellows and dripping sweat.

"It's not fair. Your stamina is ridiculous" she panted while resting her hands on her knees.

Isaac looked into her beautiful blue eyes, the morning sun glinting off the sheen of sweat over her flushed face, and he thought she had never looked more stunning. He pulled her upright, brushed a hand across her cheek and into her hair and pulled her forward to kiss her deeply.

Cassandras hands wrapped around his neck as his second hand found her lower back and they lost themselves in the kiss for an unknown time, both of them were breathing hard when they finally separated.

Isaac grinned down at her and said "I have never enjoyed kissing as much as I enjoyed that"

She smiled back with her expression full of affection as she responded "Me too, you're an incredible kisser. But hey if you wanted to shift and run some more I wouldn't mind, or we could grab a shower together again?"

"A shower sounds amazing, let's go"

They barely managed to get over the back fence before they latched onto each other, stripping quickly before stepping into the outdoor shower recess and soaping each other up.

Isaac ran his hands over her hips from behind as she put her hands against the wall and leaned forward, looking back at him over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow. He took the obvious invitation and slid his already hard shaft between her thighs, finding her hot, slick opening and pressing forward with a grumbling growl.

Cassandra eyes snapped shut and a mewling moan of pleasure escaped her mouth as she pushed back against him and bent lower at the waist.

His cock head ground along the front wall of her passage, hitting her most sensitive places until his hips came to rest against her pert round backside.

Zack leaned forward and put his hands over Cass', intertwining their fingers as he kissed and nibbled on the nape of her neck and up to her ear lobe before rolling his hips back and thrusting forth.

He quickly built up a smooth slow rhythm, continuing his kissing and nibbling exploration of her neck, finding her particularly responsive to nibbles at the point where her neck met her shoulder.

All conscious thought drifted away as their bodies met again and again with soft wet slaps, until a thought bubbled up in Cassandras mind that made her shudder with desire. Uttering a breathy request over her shoulder to her lover "Bite me, my shoulder, please, mark me as yours Zack!"

Deep in Isaacs mind, in a place occupied by his animalistic wolf-driven instincts, something resonated with those words.

As they both approached their crescendos he felt those instincts come to life, pushing forward to prominence, and a partial shift of his face and jaw took place without his conscious thought.

As he rapidly increased the speed of his thrusts, railing his whole length into his beautiful partner, he felt that tell tale pressure and boiling in his pendulous balls slapping against her clit.

Isaac craned his head forward and clamped his sharp canines down onto her neck and shoulder as he erupted inside her, triggering her own release that she announced with a keening wail, full body shakes and a spray of hot fluids across his balls that clearly didn't come from the shower.

He tasted her coppery blood in his mouth but something in his instincts told him to hold on, to wait for her climax to recede before releasing her and licking the wound clean.

Her knees trembled, so he slipped one hand free of their entwined fingers and wrapped it around her stomach to hold her in place, continuing to make short grinding thrusts up into her sex until she went limp in his arms.

He panted madly for air as he released her neck then ran his tongue over the puncture wounds lapping up the trickle of blood his sharp teeth had set free.

He wanted to feel like a piece of shit for having hurt her like that in the throes of passion but that bundle of instincts was still very much prominent in his thoughts and almost felt like it was shouting at him that this was right and true and perfect, that everything was as it should and must be.

He knew that biting and marking was a key ritual for mated werewolves, but the bond formed when mates marked each other was equivalent to marriage in their society, even if it were possible between a were' and a human which he wasn't sure about, if it was possible he had just forced it on her without discussion. Yeah she asked him to bite and mark her but she wasn't a werewolf and wouldn't consider them to be "married" now, and instead of a sexy little human bite she would have a permanent scar because of his thoughtless partial shift.

Despite that, he didn't feel bad, he felt incredible. This sexy, intelligent, caring woman now carried his mark and he couldn't bring himself to regret it. Maybe that would change once the post sex bliss abated but right now he was on top of the world.

Cass was still limp in his arms so he carefully and gently bundled her up in a towel, grabbed their clothes and lifted her into a bridal carry to take her inside. Once there he awkwardly lay out some towels on his bed without dropping her then placed her down carefully on top of them with an extra towel under her dripping hair.

He ducked into the bathroom quickly to retrieve another towel and set about drying her head to toe, wiping away the water and the trickling seed from her thighs and sex.

He found and checked his phone for messages and found one from his father, saying that he was in for a long day and likely wouldn't be home until evening.

He also thought to check Cassandras' phone, thinking if her parents or anyone came looking for her then her current nude and unconscious state would be received poorly. She had no messages or missed calls so he covered Cass with a sheet, pulled on some shorts and settled in sitting cross legged beside her.

Some ten or fifteen minutes later she woke with a start, he reached out and took her hand and quietly spoke to calm her "It's okay Cass, I'm here and you're safe. I dried you off and brought you to my room. You've been out for maybe 20 minutes."

She calmed quickly and smothered him with kisses and hugs before pulling back and staring into his eyes with a big grin as she said "You screwed me into unconsciousness. I didn't even know that was possible."

"I don't know what happened Cass, but I'm sorry. I know you said to bite you and that was hot as hell but some fucked up werewolf instinct in the back of my head shifted my jaws and teeth, you're going to have a scar, I'm so sorry I hurt you"

"Wait, what? No, it's okay, you didn't hurt me. And it felt incredible. And it doesn't hurt now, though maybe it's a little tender" she said as she gently probed the bite with her fingertips "Let me have a look in the mirror."

She wrapped a towel around herself and walked across the hall to the bathroom with Isaac following close behind, when she saw the bite mark she gasped out loud at the light bruising and scabbed over puncture wounds arranged on her shoulder, then grinned back at him "It's okay, this happened like twenty minutes ago but it looks like it's been healing for a week?

And this is a mating thing for werewolves right? It's like getting married?"

It took Isaac a couple seconds to process the fact that she looked so happy about the ring of puncture marks he'd left on her before responding "Yeah I mean, our saliva has some interesting properties, speeds up clotting, antibacterial, antimicrobial and makes wounds heal faster. Weird as it sounds I licked it clean so it should heal up okay but you're definitely going to have a ring of scars. And yes in werewolf society they mate for life, marking each other is a permanent bonding ritual. I love you Cass but it doesn't have to mean that, it was an accident."

Her grin fell away and she scowled at him "Don't you dare say that. We've been best friends basically our whole lives, I love you and now that I have you I'm not going anywhere. I'm yours forever, if you'll have me."

Isaac stood there too stunned for words, staring into her pretty sky blue eyes, his thoughts racing a mile a minute.

This was Cass.. basically proposing to him. This was the little blonde girl he met when he started pre-school after being adopted by his father, she was his constant shadow growing up, sharing food from their lunch boxes, playing every day and most afternoons after they realised they lived so close by, she was his best friend and a pillar of emotional support as he grew older and learned more about his heritage and the horrible circumstances that lead to his pack being wiped out when he was a boy.

She stood by him when he first shifted on the playground at school at 12 years old, when the other kids were scared and inevitably ostracised him for being different she never wavered. She shared her entire life and history with him, so many laughs and joys, so many sad times and frustrations that they worked through together.

He loved her deeply and it seemed he had been blind to that love being reciprocated for a long time.

The question was, was he ready for marriage?

He had dated other girls in high school, had a couple of long term relationships while at uni, but none of those ever felt as easy and.. as right as his relationship with Cass. Their close friendship had put pressure on his few romantic relationships, especially with his most recent ex girlfriend Amber. She couldn't handle her boyfriend having such a close female friend, it made her feel constantly jealous and suspicious.

'I suppose the better question is, why not?

And more than that, what kind of future would I have without her?' He couldn't conceive of a life without her by his side.

'I guess that answers my question then.'

Still unable to form words, he decided to respond another way. He stepped forward, snaked his arms around to her back and pulled her into a tight embrace, mashing his lips against hers and immediately deepening the kiss, setting their tongues wrestling. His hands went to her buttocks, hers snaked around behind his neck, one taking hold of a handful of his hair and the other driving her nails into his shoulder.

He lifted her up by her butt and her legs immediately wrapped around his waist.

Without breaking their kiss Isaac opened one eye and navigated back to his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him and set her down on his bed beneath him. The towel and his pants disappeared in an instant and he drove his already rigid cock as deep into her channel as it could go.

The sensation of his sensitive head kissing up against her cervix sent a shiver up his spine, and Cass mewled into his mouth.

He set a punishing pace from the start, driving himself into her over and over again, hands rubbing and tweaking her breasts and pert nipples.

He had to taste those nipples immediately, he kissed his way down to them, across her cheek, to her ear and down her neck, a light nibble on the mark he left there before continuing down across the milky expanse of flesh that was her breast and finally to her diamond hard, perfectly pink nipple which he sucked into his mouth and laved with his tongue.

One hand kneaded and tweaked her other breast while the other continued migrating in the same direction as his kisses, kneading and rubbing his way to her mons and then further down to her clit which he gently pressed between two fingers.

When he clamped her nipple between his teeth and rolled his tongue around its protruding tip she went rigid beneath him, grasping at the sheets before wailing at her sudden and unexpected climax.

As she came down from that high he pulled back, drawing his dripping member free of her sex, she protested weakly for a moment before his trail of kisses continued down her body and she seemed to understand his intentions.

He kissed her patch of trimmed public hair and breathed deeply through his nose, her familiar scent filled his nose, uniquely Cass, salted caramel and vanilla, the fresh tang of clean sweat, and something else he couldn't place but had never smelled anywhere else and hence had no comparison.

As he considered her scent an idea popped into his mind, earlier his instincts had pushed him to a partial shift, just his mouth and jaws, could he replicate that with select body parts?

He leaned on his familiar instinct for shifting and then 'twisted' his intentions, focusing on one particular aspect of his war form that would be perfect for what he had in mind.

His tongue seemed to swell in his throat and unrolled from his mouth, and suddenly he had at least six inches of strong dextrous tongue protruding from between his lips.

He pressed her thighs further apart and upward towards her shoulders with his hands, opening her sex and pucker up for easier access as he lowered his face further and lapped at Cass from bottom to top.

She squealed and convulsed with a cry of "Oh My God!"

He took that as the obviously positive feedback it was and licked his way around her most sensitive areas, from her inner thighs to her tight rear pucker, the skin between there and her sex, then between her folds up and across her clit and on to the fuzzy patch above, then he reset and did it again, and again, slowly building her up over and over until she was panting and crying out with every swipe of his tongue. Her hands balled up in the sheets again and when he judged her closing in on her climax from his tortuously measured lapping he dove in to her pussy at full force, opening his mouth wide to suckle on her whole opening, then driving his writhing tongue deep into her, swirling it around to stimulate as much of her channel as he could reach while mouthing at her clit with his top lip.

Cass thrust her hips up into his face and grabbed two handfuls his hair and a few seconds later gave a full throated scream as his mouth was filled with a small gush of deliciously creamy fluid.

He continued lapping at her as she settled, steering clear of her sensitive clit and cleaning up any stray girl cum that had escaped his mouth and waiting patiently for her to catch her breath. Then he started all over again, long lapping motions, kisses on her inner thighs, mons and nether lips, licks dragging the whole length of his long, rough, partially shifted tongue from bottom to top, building her up all over again, but with one more addition this time.