Taken By The Wolf

I woke up in the dark with a splitting headache. For a
moment, I thought I was at home, but when I opened my eyes and got used to the
gloom, I didn’t recognise anything. I lay there for a few seconds, my heart
pounding in my chest as I tried to remember what had happened.

The bar.
I’d been drinking in some
bar on the high-street. Someone must have slipped something in my drink. The
sound of my pulse was suddenly deafening. Hysteria threatened and I tried to
think my way through it. I jumped out of bed and looked down at myself. I was
still wearing the blue
lycra
mini-dress I’d gone out
in. Had someone… Had someone raped me? My underwear was still intact. I didn’t
feel like I’d had sex. But how could I know for sure?

My high heels had been placed next to the folding camp-bed I’d
been lying on. I thought about putting them on, but they wouldn’t be much use
if I had to run. Where was I? Light trickled into the room through a single
window – I was finding it easier to see by the minute. The place was some sort
of shack – wooden walls, cold and draughty. There was only one door. It looked
like it led outside.
A one room hut.
But where?

Then I saw the others.
Two other girls
asleep on folding beds, just like I had been.

I rushed over to the closest one – a blonde – and shook her
shoulder. “Wake up.”

Her eyes flickered and she stretched, but then she rolled
over and stayed asleep. I tried the brunette. Her eyes opened and she sat up.
“What… Who are you?”

Thank god. I wasn’t alone any more. “Do you know where we
are?”

She looked around us, wide-eyed. “No.” Throwing back the
covers, she got out of bed. She was dressed much the same as me, in a low cut
top and short skirt.

“Were you in a bar?”

She circled her bed and saw the blonde. When she nudged her
through her blanket, she groaned and finally woke up.

“Were you in a bar?” I asked again.

“Yeah.
Promises.”

“Shit. That’s where I was.”

“Wake up,” she said to the blonde. “I think we’ve been
kidnapped. Are you okay?”

“I, I think so.” She sat up and rubbed at her face.
Another mini dress.
Black this time.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” The brunette chewed at
her thumbnail.

“I was in The Hush with my friends—”

“We were across the road.”

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Brenda,” the blonde said.

I told them my name was Sandy. The brunette was called Mel.
We told our stories, exchanging the little we knew about what had happened. It
definitely sounded like we’d been drugged.
But by who?
“So where are we?” I went to the window and looked out. The moon was high and
full, casting enough light for me to make out trees and nothing more. The
others came to stand beside me and we all stared out at the unfamiliar
landscape. I could tell they were thinking the same as me – was our kidnapper
out there, watching us?

“I’m getting out of here.” Mel wrapped a blanket around her
shoulders and went to the door. We followed suit, although I was terrified
something awful was going to happen if we managed to get outside. She tried the
handle and we all held our breath.

The door opened with a creak that tailed off into silence.
Cold air rushed inside to greet us. It was silent out there. We stood on the
threshold, unsure of what to do. Then Mel stepped through the door. We stepped
out after her. A rustle in the bushes over to the left made us all turn our
heads.

Brenda grabbed hold of my arm. “What was that?”

I looked out into the dark. Nothing was moving. “I don’t
know,” I whispered.

We edged out towards the path, clutching at each other. When
no one jumped out at us, we walked a little faster. None of us was wearing
shoes, so we couldn’t go as fast as we wanted to. The path stretched off into
the distance, promising us a way out of this nightmare. No one mentioned the
rustling that kept pace with us, off somewhere in the trees.

“No!” Mel came to a stop. Up ahead, the path forked off the
left and the right. We all stopped walking. The rustling started up again and a
tendril of fear unfurled in the pit of my stomach. We were lost out here. And
someone was following us. I didn’t dare put it into words, but it wasn’t hard
to imagine how this was going to end.

“Let’s go right,” Brenda said. “We need to keep going.”

She was trying to be brave so she wouldn’t fall apart. I’d
started off like that back in the shack. I didn’t have the strength any more. What
was the point? Someone had drugged us and brought us out here. Now they were
watching us, waiting to make their move.

“Come on.” She tugged on my arm.

I was still thinking morbid thoughts when a creature burst
out of the undergrowth. We all jumped and backed away from the treeline. The
animal was huge and shaggy.
An enormous wolf, almost the size
of a deer.
As we watched, it reared up onto its hind legs and altered
its shape. It grew taller, more like a man. Then it threw back its head and howled.
It should have scared me, but it made me excited. The noise went right through
me, resonating with something deep in my genetic memory. The howl spoke of
freedom and running faster than the wind. It promised me the chance to be
whoever I wanted.

The wolf-man turned his yellow eyes on me and I saw
recognition there. He knew me. Brenda and Mel kept on backing away. Mel fell
over and scrabbled back to her feet. He paid no attention to them. His eyes
didn’t leave mine. His pointed ears shrank back. His muzzle melted into the
shape of a human face.

“Go back.” His voice was harsh.
Fighting
its way out through a mouthful of jagged teeth.
He pointed to the shack
at the far end of the path. The other women sidled around me and stood
together, shaking and clinging to each other.

“Now,” he barely raised his voice, but they ran for the
safety of the wooden hut. More howls rang out in the distance. I looked at the
women running away. I looked at the creature standing in front of me. Whatever
this was, I wasn’t going to run from it. Mel and Brenda wouldn’t be any safer
if I went with them. I faced the wolf and stood my ground.

“You’re not afraid?”

I walked towards him, my pulse getting faster with every
step I took. He loomed over me, standing seven feet tall. Or maybe even more.
His eyes blazed through the darkness, glowing golden around almond-shaped
pupils. I was swamped by him. Even his musky smell seemed designed to rob me of
my senses. Gazing up at him, I saw past the hair and the gleaming fangs to
something manly.

“I’m not afraid.” I was fascinated. There I was, face to
face with a monstrous wolf, but my imagination wasn’t throwing up images of him
eating me. I was thinking about how it would feel to be wrapped in his strong,
furry arms. “You know me, don’t you?” I had no idea how that could even be
possible, but I felt the truth of it.

“No.”

“Liar.”
Before I had time to think,
he lifted me up and threw me over his shoulder. His muscles bunched beneath me
and he took off into the wood. I held on to his back, plunging my fingers into
the thick dark hair. The earthy smell of him was strong that close to him. He
was so soft. I laid my cheek against his pelt and closed my eyes, lulled by the
motion of his strides. I didn’t care where he was taking me. As long as he was
there, I’d be safe.

I heard the howls again.
Closer this time.
My wolf lifted his voice in response and it echoed through my body. If only I
could make such a pure and primal sound. I envied the way that he walked
through the world, taking what he wanted. I’d imagined myself content in my job
at the bank and my weekends out with friends. He’d shown me I was lying to
myself.

He slowed down and I looked around us. Bending forward, he
dropped me to the ground and I sat on a carpet of leaf-litter. We were in a
tiny clearing, deep in amongst the trees. Light from the moon filtered down
through the branches, dappling the dark fur that covered him from head to toe.
He reached down and offered me his hand. It was gigantic. I could barely get my
hand around his first two fingers. His nails were long, but not quite claws. He
pulled me to my feet and I found myself looking into those eyes again.

“You should be afraid of me.”

The thickness of his fur had stopped me from noticing
before, but I saw that he was naked. His cock was hairless and as massive as
the rest of him. It stood firm at his crotch. “Why should I be afraid?” I went
to him and laid my hand on his broad chest. He was breathing hard, his muscles moving
under my hand.

“I’m a beast.”

But there was no malice in him. Not for me. “Do you want to
hurt me?” I moved my hand lower, sliding it over the fur of his belly.

“I may not be able to stop myself.”

That gave me pause for a couple of seconds. He was a big,
strong wolf with wickedly sharp teeth and nails that could carve out your eye. He
could have been the one that took me to the shack. He could kill me out here.
There was no one to stop him.

I reached down and took his big hard cock in my hand. It was
warm and weighty. His eyes widened and he pulled me down with him to the
ground. Growls echoed in the back of his throat as he kissed me. I’d never
known anything like it. His fangs pressed against my lips as he slid his tongue
inside my mouth. He tasted wild and addictive. As I tightened my grip on his
cock, he snarled into my mouth.

He broke off the kiss and pulled me closer to his chest. I
barely felt the chill of the night with his arms around me. I was safe with
him. His wolf-nature was still there, beneath the surface, but he was keeping
his more violent urges in check. I tightened my hand around his cock as we lay
there curled together and it twitched in my hand. He was so big. The thought of
fitting him in my pussy frightened me only slightly less than it turned me on.
I traced my fingers around the head of his cock. I could feel the raw power
within him. He was holding it back.
Trying not to frighten
me.