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New Life?

I stepped outside to call my folks. I live with my parents and my little sister, Erin. It was Erin who picked up.

“Annie!” she screamed in my ear. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! We’ve been worried sick! Where the hell are you? We heard there was a fight at the Cloister Lounge and someone got shot and no one knows where you are!”

“Erin! Erin!” I had to yell back. My little sister, she’s usually pretty excitable but I guess this time, she’d really lost it. Not that I could blame her. “Calm down. You’ve got to calm down, baby girl. I’m okay. Everything’s okay.”

It wasn’t, but that wasn’t the point, now was it?

“Listen. Erin, I need you to listen to me,” I said, sighing in frustration as her frantic pleas for more information continued. “I’m safe. Okay? Can you be quiet for one second?”

“Yes,” she said, finally shutting up. “Yes, I can.”

“Good. Listen, I’m safe. I’m with a friend. He knows the guys who were in the bar, who started the fight. We’re pretty far away now. He… He thinks they might be after me. I’m going to lay low for a while.”

“Annie, we have to call the police! They’re saying you shot someone!”

I choked on my words. What the hell was I supposed to tell her?

“Listen, Erin, sweetie, I can’t tell you anything more. If I’m lucky, I’ll be able to come home in a few days. You can let mom and dad know that I’m okay and that I’ll try and come home as soon as I can. I promise I will.”

“But where are you? Why can’t you come home now?”

“I can’t tell you that just yet.”

“But why not? And who’s the guy you’re with?”

“I… I can’t tell you that either.”

Erin had started to cry. I’m a sucker for when my little sister starts to cry and I felt tears rising in my eyes too.

“Erin, I need you to be brave for mom and dad, okay? I really, really need you to be brave.”

“Okay,” she whimpered. “I’ll be brave. I… I love you, sis.”

“I love you too, hun. I’ll be home soon. Everything is going to be fine, I promise.”

With that, I hung up the phone. I’ve never felt bad about lying to my little sister, but this was an exception.

~

When I returned to the room, I found Frost on the bed, watching TV, looking like any other young man at the end of a long night.

I suddenly felt gross. I wanted to take a shower, more than anything else at that very moment—more than I wanted to relive, even, the last three hours or so of my life. More than I wanted to go home.

“I’m going to take a shower,” I announced. He glanced over at me and again, I felt his eyes taking in my body. Is that what this meant? Taking a shower would leave me naked, just in the other room, separated from this powerful beast of a man—literally, a beast of a man—by only a few inches of wood and drywall. What was to stop him from storming in and taking advantage of me?

And what’s more, what was to stop me from wanting that? The idea of being in the shower, nonchalantly minding my own business, only to turn around and find that gorgeous, naked muscular body easing itself into the hot water with me, pushing me up against the wall, taking me hard, his sharp teeth grazing my hot black skin, his…. His manhood… His wolfhood? Deep inside of me.

Now would be a good time to mention that I was a virgin. I’d had boyfriends in high school but nothing ever went that far. I was probably the least popular of the popular girls. I still got to hang out in their cliques. I still got a football player to take me to prom (he passed out drunk that night before we could have sex; he only got as far as sliding his hand down my dress).

I still got to listen to the girls giggle and gossip and trade stories about how much the boys wanted them, all sorts of stories about sexy dates and trysts in the middle of the night in the back of his dad’s station wagon and trips to Steak ‘n Shake that ended in raunchy sex in the parking lot. I had always wanted that for myself; always dreamed about experiencing something like that but I was too shy to go for it. I was too shy to put myself out there for a boy to sweep me off my feet.

I didn’t regret it—most of those popular girls were pregnant now, and some even had kids already. But somehow, I wished I’d been able to have at least a little bit of what they had. I wished I could have been just a little irresponsible with a boy…

And now, here was a boy to be irresponsible with. And what a boy! He’d stripped off his tattered leather jacket and flung it onto a chair, revealing his perfectly sculpted physique. He wasn’t too hairy, which was surprising for a werewolf, but he was covered in little scratches and scars. He’d be in fights, clearly. I guessed he hadn’t been lying when he said he had taken men—or was it wolves?—more dangerous than Vicious before.

“You can join me if you’d like,” I blurted out. His eyes widened and for a second, our eyes locked. “Just saying.”

Then, I turned around. I undressed quickly, right there in the room, not once turning around to see if he was watching, bending over to make sure he got a full view of my butt. If he didn’t get the message now, he was never going to understand.

In the bathroom, I turned on the shower, waited for the water to get warm, and got in. I soaped up, using the samples provided by the motel—surprisingly nice stuff. A few minutes passed as I washed and still no Frost. To say I was disappointed was an understatement. I felt myself becoming more and more dejected with each passing second.

“You asshole,” I murmured to myself, though I was imagining his handsome face as the words slipped out of my mouth. Now I had just humiliated myself in front of him, and he was probably sitting in the room, wondering what kind of weird girl he’d gotten himself involved with.

“Is there room in that shower for one more?”

My heart leapt and I spun around. Through the fog in the bathroom, I could see the barest outline of a figure approaching.

“Of course,” I said, in as seductive a voice as I could manage.

He pulled the curtain aside and stepped in, hot water streaming over his body as he did so. And my god, what a body. His chest and arms were just as well-muscled and well-defined as they had been through the remains of his jacket, and his long, strong legs were like sculpted marble. His abs were like a literal washboard and then down below…

My god, his cock. It was growing, ever so slowly, but it was already huge, hanging down between his legs. I was amazed at it—it was some how more beast-like than human, with a huge knot at the head, like a dog’s.

It grew larger and larger as he neared me and I felt an intense heat radiating out of it, as if he had a hot water bottle between his legs. How the hell was I ever going to fit that inside of me?

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” he said smoothly, sliding his arms around my waist and pulling me close, his long, hardening rod pressing against my wet thighs, and my boobs, slick with water and my nipples already hard, pressing against his chest. He pulled me close and tight, so that even my belly pressed against his strong stomach. I wanted this so badly and here, here it was.

“Not at all,” I murmured. I stood up on my tip-toes and his mouth swooped in, capturing my lips. It was the greatest kiss of my life, the one that still keeps me awake at night.

Although he was a human now, he kissed ravenously, like a wolf. I felt like my lips were his prey and here he was, scavenging my flesh for sustenance, devouring my soft, pink lips as if he had just hunted them, just killed them, and now, god, his teeth and tongue were dividing and conquering, only instead of a poor forest deer, it was me—I was his prey. He was devouring me with his kiss and there was nothing I wanted more than to be devoured.

He kissed down my neck, his strong lips sucking and leaving marks. I didn’t even care. I felt in that moment that I was his now and I wanted those marks on me, as if proof that I belonged to him—that he was my mate, the alpha male of my pack.

Now his lips raked over my collarbone, sending shockwaves of delight rippling throughout my body.

So, this is what it felt like to be claimed by a wolf, I remember thinking, running my fingers over his back, savoring the feeling of his hot skin beneath the hot water, letting the water run through my fingers as I pressed into his muscles, letting soft, pleasurable gasps escape from my lips as he touched me and as I touched him.

“I want you,” I whispered desperately, passionately, hoping he would feel the need emanating from me. “I have no idea what’s going on but I want you more than I’ve wanted anything in my entire life.”

He just let out a low, guttural growl as he kissed me, his lips claiming another section of my neck, eliciting yep more whimpers from my virgin lips. I couldn’t imagine where this was going—or, rather, I could but I couldn’t imagine what it would feel like, once his mouth was down there… Or once he was inside of me.

His mouth continued its slow, deliberate descent, kissing over my generous breasts.

“Your body is gorgeous,” he whispered. God, how I had wanted to hear that from someone—not just an ass grab but those actual words.

His lips slid over my slick breasts, and I could feel him tasting my soft, plump flesh, running his teeth over my skin. I sighed and reached a hand up to his head, running it through his hair as he sank his teeth into me. It stung, the feeling of his teeth digging into my skin, but it drove me wild, made me want to wrap my legs around him and ride him right then and there. I leaned my head back and moaned.

“I want to eat you all up,” he growled again and pressed me against the wall of the shower suddenly and without warning. His mouth captured one of my hard nipples, suckling it firmly.

I whimpered, both at the sudden force of his pleasurable assault and at the feeling of his tongue swirling around my sensitive nub, teasing it into even more pleasurable hardness as he suckled me, like a baby wolf suckling at its mother’s teat. I sighed, my fingers still in his wet hair, feeling the blood and sweat wash off of him, leaving only this boy, this wolf of mine.

“Just like that,” I moaned, pressing his head closer to my breast, crushing his mouth into my soft flesh. He bit down suddenly and I yelped, though part of me wanted more of that. Part of me wanted him to bite me, to treat me rough, like his mate.

“More,” I whispered. “You can bite me more.”

With a loud his, he sank his teeth into me again, not hard enough to break the skin but enough that I felt it and gave a soft, helpless scream. Now, he switched breasts and I let out another one of those whimpered screams screams, his teeth and lips finding my other nipple.

Meanwhile, I began to occupy myself with the details of his anatomy: his nipples, which grew hard under my touch as I tweaked and flicked them, his strong abs, and especially his firm ass, which I gripped with both hands as he pressed into me.

I spread his ass with my hands and crushed it together, delighting in the way he groaned into my breasts as he suckled.

And all the while, his massive wolf cock grew, throbbing and red, looking more like something you would find on a monster or even a dog.

I couldn’t help but be curious about it. I wrapped my fingers around it, squeezing it tight, which was no small feet, seeing as it was so big, so thick, throbbing so beautifully under my fingertips.

I began to jack him off slowly, sliding the skin around his shaft up and down, up and down. He let out soft little whimpers, little wolfing whimpers that showed me how much he liked it. I kept working his big work prick, loving the way it twitched between my fingers, loving how swollen and aroused he was.

“You want me bad, don’t you?” I whispered, teasing him and nipping at his ears. “You want to bend me over and fuck me hard. You want to mount me.”

“Mm, don’t fucking tease me,” he growled back.

“You want to fuck me like I’m your mate. You want to get your big werewolf cock inside me and knot me like a bitch in heat… Am I wrong?”