He pushed through the heavy snow, leaning into the raging wind as he fought to move forward.
The snow storm could only be termed as "freak", seemingly coming out of nowhere.
He was tall, over seven feet in his lycanthrope form. It made a larger surface area for the wind to hit, and body heat to escape but at this point he wouldn't survive without the thick layer of fur it provided. Knowing he needed shelter soon or he wouldn't survive the night, he bore on; fighting through the blinding flurry.
He'd come across no signs of life aside from one small cabin, occupied by a family, a cave with a bear and little else. None of which had been viable options at the time, but as the weather worsened as he forged on, he became less and less picky. The next cabin or cave he happened upon was his, no arguments.
It took him a moment to realize the small discrepancy his ears had picked out, a slight sound barely audible from the constant white noise of the snow flurry. Unable to place it and hoping it was some sign of shelter he turned into the wind and followed it.
He had no idea how far he traveled, before he came to an ancient gnarled tree. Beyond shivering he huddled against the slight protection it provided.
It was only then, with the wind somewhat blocked he was able to see the shape huddled at the base of the tree. The wind whipped any scent away, but he could just barely see it was a small woman, a shock of burgundy hair beneath a puffy but inadequate white jacket.
She wasn't moving as he hunched down over her. Careful of his claw tipped fingers he sought a pulse, any sign of life. The woman's skin was icy cold, but her heart beat and breathing were steady. If either one of them had any hope of making it though the storm they would need shelter fast. He surveyed the area, trying to pierce the veil of snow, superior wolf sight not a whole lot of help.
Not far from the tree he saw an over turned snow mobile, more than likely hers. Hunching into himself he moved over and righted it, prepared to see it wasn't working. More than likely she'd been as surprised by the storm as he had, it would be nearly impossible to navigate the storm with her human senses.
As he lifted his head, it was only then he saw the rocky mess a few yards from him. A large mass of boulders heavily coated in snow and nearly obscured.
He trudged closer to them, hoping there was some sort of ledge or overhang he could stuff himself and the woman into.
What he found was so much better.
A barely visible hole at the base of the pile, were two boulders met. He crouched down and began digging in the packed snow. The large, broad paw like hands he had making quick work of it, opening a nearly covered tunnel into a burrow or den. It was large enough for him and the woman to just barely fit.
He leaned in, scanning the dark area and casting for any recent scents. A bit of badger was detectable but just barely; it was an old den, long since abandoned.
Satisfied at the safety of the shelter he moved back to the woman, with her smaller size she would freeze much quicker.
He lifted her easily, even as dead weight she had to be not much more than a hundred pounds. He pushed her in first, sliding in behind her.
She was pale, nearly as white as the snow, but he guessed that had as much to do with her natural complexion as it did with the bitter cold. He quickly felt down her limbs, telling himself he was checking to see if she had hurt herself in when her snow mobile flipped. His hands, ever careful of the claws sought any lumps or bumps, any signs of discomfort from her. As he moved over her belly and lower chest she groaned but didn't move. He pealed her shirt up, revealing her tiny waist, easily spanned by his hand and the bruise across her lower chest. He palpitated along her ribs, detecting no breaks, he guessed it would be a deep bruise from her handle bars but nothing more. She sighed as he lowered the shirt, his gaze jerked to her face. But her eyes didn't open, merely flickered before she settled. Sleep was the body's natural inclination to cold, and once she warmed up, she's wake up.
He sighed, really not wanting to have to handle the inevitable hysterics of her finding herself barricaded in with a werewolf. For now, though, she remained unaware as he checked her other myriad bruises, nothing serious. Aside from the one across her stomach, she had one blooming along her right jaw line. It too, appeared to be nothing serious; however they would undoubtedly be sore at the very least.
His attention strayed to her lips, they were a pale, pale pink, in a classic cupids bow. Her lashes lay still, dark against her paleness, brows a dark sweep above them.
The wind ruffled the fur along his back from the exposed hole he had created. He needed to get her warm, and body contact was best for that.
Shaking himself from his perusal, he proceeded to strip the thick puffy jacket quickly and easily from her prone body and stuffed it into the entrance behind him. She would absorb his body heat much quicker this way.
Muscles fatigued from his exertion and content his charge was safe, he curled around her, tucking the woman into the curve of his body. Keeping his back to the hole to defend their makeshift den he drifted off, no choice but to wait out the storm.
He burrowed deeper into the delicious sell permeating his sleep, wrapping around his cock. Something smelled...like sex and hearth, delicious and sexy.
He jerked awake to a small, consistent vibration. Opening his eyes he jerked awake at the sight of the small woman curled beside him. Memory came flooding back along with relief that she'd finally warmed enough to resume shivering. Her long hair wound around both of them in thick red ribbons, he reached to unwind a strip form his upper arm when he felt her move.
Her eyes were open, but the room was so dark, she wouldn't be able to make out much more than his outline. He however could see she was shivering, a frown pulling her brows in as her hand swept over his chest.
He was still in his wolf man form, it allowed him the strength and warmth of a wolf but the dexterity and maneuverability of a man.
He gathered her to him, she felt delicate, lightly muscled, but ethereal and dainty curled against his heavy muscles. Her full breasts pressed into the thick fur across his chest, the heavy globes contrasting with the tiny nipped in waist above her curved hips. Long legs limply lay over his legs as he tried to tuck as much of her into him as possible. She whimpered, still shivering as she burrowed her face into him. Full cupid bow lips turned slightly down, lashes creating dark crescents over her high cheekbones; delicate brows arching over her almond tilted eyes...electric blue. It took me a moment to realize her eyes were still searching, her hands moving up his neck and to his face. He took a deep breath, drawing her into his lungs, tasting her essence on his tongue. Outside, in the storm her scent had been whipped away with the flurry of wind, and his nose had been as useful as a bloke of ice. Now, the warmth of the cave created by their bodies was permeated by her scent; she smelled like...a mate.
He held perfectly still as she felt the fur, and found the elongated muzzle. Her breathing began to quicken, a slight tremor began in her hands.
He pulled her up higher on his chest, using one clawed hand as he carefully stroked her hair back, "angel," his deep voice was so gravelly it was barely recognizable, "you're safe." It was difficult to talk in this form, vocal cords and mouth structure simply not equipped for proper human speech.
Her scent was going to his head; it was getting harder to focus. He shook his head a bit, trying not to disturb her with fast movements.
Oddly enough she didn't panic, no screaming, no hysterics.
She tilted her head up, attempting to get her bearings in the dark.
"Are you a... a werewolf?" She asked voice low. There quite intimacy of the dark den, with the wind still whipping just beyond the walls, something neither one of us seemed inclined to break.
Her hands were still on his face so he simply nodded.
"Ok," she nodded, removing her hands from his face, "so I died in the crash, or suffered major brain damage."
He chuckled, the sound like thunder in his chest. She couldn't make much out in the near black of the room, just that it was rather small, and he was rather large. And without a doubt a male but she didn't need her eyes to know that. He'd been steadily making it very apparent he was definitely a big male.
She took a deep breath; the small den was warm, especially up next to him. He smelled musky, not unappealing, just...distinct. Warmth bloomed in her abdomen, slowly spreading outwards. Neither of us said anything else, caught up in our own heads, it seemed as though a heavy fog had settled over us. Stilling fears and questions as the heat continued to rise.
His hand slipped beneath my chin, tilting it up and my head back. His face rubbed up beside mine, marking me.
He pulled back to run his tongue along my lips, licking lightly between them. His tongue was wide, broad and flatter than a normal mans, with a slightly different texture.
She hadn't kissed many men, and never gone farther, it had never felt right, and with this man it felt absolutely necessary. His mouth moved from hers, prompting a small sound from her.
