She heard a low growl coming from the dark corner of the room.
“Garrick?” Her voice shook. Her teeth chattered.
A growl came again as if in answer to her query.
Olivia took a slow step backward. She would run back to the den, barricade herself in, and email the police. They had a website, didn’t they?
She took another step backward, her eyes trained on the corner. Two glowing eyes stared back at her.
They blinked.
Olivia stifled a scream as the large black wolf stepped out of the dark into a ray of moonlight streaming through the living room window.
She screamed and turned to run. She barely made it to the short hallway when the wolf jumped on her from behind. His large frame and heavy weight catapulted her to the ground. She landed with a grunt and a thud with the wolf on her back. She closed her eyes and prayed it would be quick, that he would go for her throat efficiently. She squeezed them tightly against the pain that would come.
Except it didn’t come.
She could feel his weight pressed against her. The soft hair of his body smoothed against her skin. She could feel the rise and fall of his heavy breathing. But she did not feel the sharp razor pain that she was expecting from the long talons on his paws.
She opened her eyes and peripherally glanced over her shoulder.
His muzzle was long and thick. White razor-sharp teeth peeked out between black hairy lips. She could feel his hot musky breath on her neck. Eyes the color of the moonlight stared back at her.
“Do you believe?” His voice was rough, mumbled and barely recognizable. But she understood the words. Garrick’s words.
“Yes,” she breathed, unable to do anything else.
The wolf pushed off her and backed up into the living room. Olivia raised herself and watched in shock and awe as he lay down in the middle of the carpeted floor. She sat up and moved cautiously toward him.
The wolf growled low in his throat, but did not make any aggressive move toward her, as she crawled to him. She sat next to him and reached out with her hand. It shook considerably as she touched him, smoothing her hand over his furry back. His hair was silky. Not the hard prickles she was expected.
As she moved her hand up and down his back and over his flank, the wolf whined. Olivia glanced up and noticed that he was watching her stroke his body.
She could almost see pain in his pale eyes.
She reached out to his nose. She touched him gently as she moved her hand up his muzzle to his ears. She scratched behind them like she used to with her dog.
“You’re magnificent.”
She pulled back and stared down into his eyes. He was magnificent. As a wolf as a man. She had never felt the sexual pull to another person like this. It was like gravity. Inescapable.
He blinked twice, and she swore she saw a slight twitch to his muzzle, as if he tried to smile.
“Move back,” he growled.
Olivia pushed herself back, but not too far. She watched in rapt amazement as his wolf body began to twitch and spasm. He squeezed his eyes shut, as his muzzle began to recede. She could see the thick black hair on his body begin to shrink back into his skin.
His bones and muscles moved and shook as they shortened and lengthened, rearranging themselves back into human order. He howled in pain, as his teeth receded back into his gums and his ears moved and shrunk.
Olivia couldn’t believe what she saw. The wolf that had lain before her was no more. Garrick lay on his side, his legs up curled to his chest, his na**d flesh slick with sweat. His breath came in quick, shallow gasps.
“You scared the shit out of me.”
“Sorry.”
“Like hell you are.”
He chuckled then grimaced in pain.
“Does it hurt?”
He blinked up at her. His face pale and wet in the moon’s rays. “Every time.”
She glanced down the length of his body. His muscles quivered under her scrutiny. He was powerfully built. Large biceps and forearms, sculpted shoulders and back. Legs roped with tight ligaments and muscles. She even glanced over the exquisite shape of his ass. She imagined it was as hard as rock.
Her hands itched with want. She craved to feel his wet skin under her hands. To feel the quiver of his pulsing muscles as she touched and caressed and soothed.
“Are you cold?”
He nodded.
Olivia moved into him. She reached out and placed her hand on his shoulder. She could feel him jolt under her brief touch. She knew that she affected him as much as he affected her. The knowledge gave her a sense of power. Power she desperately wanted to wield.
She slid her hand down his arm, then up again. She moved it down over his side, across his ribs. She felt him take in a ragged breath as she neared his waist.
She touched him softly there, then moved her hand down over the outside of his thigh and the round cheek of his ass. She had been right. He was as hard as steel. She traced the glorious line of his bent leg, then up again. He quaked and moaned under her gentle touch.
Olivia nuzzled in closer to his form. She climbed on top of his side and covered his shaking body with her own. She wrapped her arms around him and set her head down on his shoulder.
“There, are you warm yet?”
She could feel his body shake as he chuckled.
“Getting there.”
She smoothed her hand over the large muscles of his chest and through the thick coarse hair, that lined his sternum. She could feel his heart race under her palm. He moved his hand up and gently covered hers.
“I won’t be gentle. I can’t reign in my lust once it is set loose.”
Olivia closed her eyes and turned her head to his skin. She pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder. She breathed heavily as desire shot through her like Fourth of July fireworks. “I don’t care. I like it rough.”
Garrick grabbed her arm and rolled over onto his back, bringing Olivia with him so she splayed out on top of him. She could feel his erection, hard and pulsing, pressed rigidly against her belly. She raised herself so she could gaze down at his face. His jaw was clenched and she knew that he struggled with control. She leaned down and pressed her mouth to his.
He brought his hands up and filled them with her silky hair as he deepened the kiss. Their tongues mated in a frenzied dance. She tasted like freshly churned honey. Thick and sweet.
* * * *
He had not set out to seduce her when he shifted into wolf form. He just wanted her to believe him. And on some small level, he wanted to scare her away. He felt her growing desire for him. Could smell it in the air and see it glistening on her face. Their mating was impossible.
He never thought that his wolf form would entice her, that watching him shift back to human would quicken her pulse and moisten her panties. But as he skimmed his hands down her slender back and cupped her firm ass, he didn’t care. Her scent drove him to the edge and the way she felt pressed against his quivering flesh catapulted him over.
Garrick broke the kiss and pressed his mouth to her ear. He licked the lobe. A quavering moan escaped her swollen lips.
“Sit back.” He growled. Olivia sat up, straddling his stomach, his erect c*ck poking against her ass.
He reached up and gripped the collar of her shirt.
He pulled down and out ripping it in half. She wore a light blue cotton bra, spotted with little white daisies.
Garrick found it sweet and sexy as hell. He reached up and pulled the cups down, revealing small firm br**sts tipped with hard rosy ni**les. She gasped as he filled his hands with them, squeezing and flicking his thumbs over her pebbled nubs.
He needed more. To see her. All of her. Open and exposed to his hungry lust. He moved his hands down, skimming his fingers over her ribs and down to her flat stomach. She flinched and jolted under his brief touch. He took hold of the band of her trousers and tore down, popping the button and ripping apart the zipper. The seam at her crotch also split.
He gazed down at her, catching a brief glance of light blue panties matching her bra. He wanted more.
It wasn’t enough. Garrick took hold of both parts of her open fly and yanked them apart with surpressed violence.
Olivia looked down wide-eyed with shock as the seam of her pants split open along the crotch and down both thighs. Garrick pushed away both sides of the fabric to rub his hand over the crotch of her panties. She took in a ragged breath and mewled lowly like an animal.
Her sounds spurned his hunger. With one quick flick of his wrist, her panties were torn away from her body. He tossed the sodden cotton over his head. He stared down at her dark auburn curls and growled.
Her scent was strong and enveloped him in its sweet cloying odor. He trailed one finger through the coarse hair and down to her slit.
She was hot and wet as he slid his finger back and forth. Pressing down firmly, he found her swollen nub and rubbed it in slow circles. He looked up and watched her face as he manipulated her. Her mouth gaped open in soft pants as she titled her head back in pleasure. She looked so sexy with her green eyes glossed over and her face flush with desire. He wanted more from her. He wanted to take her over the dangerous edge with him.
Gripping her waist, he lifted her up and back onto his throbbing cock. He’d never been so hard or his balls so tight. He almost exploded as her hot moist slit enveloped him. He slid her back and forth, lubricating his member with her sweet juice. She panted hard and faster as he moved her, his swollen head banging into her clit.
“I need more,” he panted.
Olivia reached down between them and gripped his cock. She pushed herself up and slowly impaled herself on his rigid member. He was big, and he could feel her stretch around him. He watched her face as inch by inch she slipped down on him. She moaned and bit her lip.
“Oh, God, you’re so big. I can’t take you all in.”
Garrick gripped her waist and lifted her up slowly and back down. Each time, he could feel a little more of his c*ck go into her tight cunt. He watched as he slid her up and down. Only half of his c*ck was going in. Not enough. He wanted to be fully rutted in her.
He wanted her to feel him in her throat. They needed a different position.
He raised her off his c*ck and set her on his stomach as he sat up. He wrapped his arms around her and took her mouth. He kissed her feverishly as his hands ran up and down her back. She was like a doll in his arms, so petite, but not fragile. He could feel the strain of her muscles in her back and knew she was strong and vibrant. He could sense it in the way she nipped at his lips and gripped his shoulders.