Chapter Three

"Oh! Sorry!" Sherl said as she looked up ... and up ... into the eyes of a very tall man. The tiny tree lights gave only a dim light, especially after the harsh glare of the club's powerful strobes. Still it was enough to let her see that he was strikingly handsome. She felt strong hands grip her upper arms, steadying her from her collision. A smile touched his mouth as he gazed down at her. She could see that he had fine, if sharp features with a mustache and goatee. Thick lashes framed his bright green eyes, giving him an exotic, feral look. Dark brows slanted up over his eyes like wings. waves of lustrous black hair fell to his shoulders, like silk.

"Hi, I ah..." Sherl began, and was quickly stopped by his finger pressed gently to her lips for silence. Her lips tingled where he touched them and she licked them without thinking, gazing at his faint smile.

He chuckled softly, thinking, "I wonder if she knows close to the surface all that pent-up frustration really is?" His smile widened, parting his lips slightly, revealing a bright flash of white teeth.

"Were those fangs?" She asked herself, surprised. Them, "Oh, wait, this is a Goth club," she reminded herself. "Duh...just about everybody wears fangs, and half the people here really want to be Vampires.

Mesmerized, she watched his graceful hand reach out to grasp a thick lock of her mane, letting the strands slide slowly through his fingers. His eyes followed the path of his hand; he was fascinated by her hair. She noticed his fingers were tipped in long, curved nails, almost like claws. His touch and obvious admiration started an intimate warmth that curled down into her belly.

"Beautiful," thought the werewolf, "just beautiful with those wide, innocent eyes the color of the autumn shy, hiding all that untapped fire. those full lips and that hair ... what incredible hair." Noting how petite she really was, he realized her head didn't quite reach his shoulder.

Thinking to kiss her, he leaned forward slowly then stopped as she shied away slightly. Changing tactics, he took her small delicate hand and raised it to his lips. watching her closely, he softly brushed his lips across her knuckles then brushed them fleetingly with the tip of his tongue. She shivered visibly, but didn't pull away.

"My God, he's beautiful!" she caught herself thinking. "I can't stop looking at him." His green eyes were locked onto hers and she felt the fine hairs on the back of her neck rise. She felt as though his eyes were reaching into hers to take hold of her soul.

"Yes, that's it, Princess" he thought, pleased as he detected the slight scent of her arousal. "A shame I don't have time to really work on her, she has definite potential," he thought with real regret. "Damn, I hate being in a hurry, but I have to get her outside soon...." Taking a calculated risk, he slid his hands into her hair and very gently cupped her head to hold to hold her quiet, prepared to use force if necessary.

Then in a sudden move, he turned and pressed her tightly back against the wooden palisade wall. He watched her eyes widen and she let out a small cry in surprise as he drew closer and closer still. He felt her hands clench in the lapels of his leather vest. Leaning forward, he touched his nose to her ear. Slowly he inhaled and then exhaled with a soft growl. He felt her body tremble with long rippling shivers.

"Oh, God, what is this guy doing to me?" Sherl thought to herself. "He feels so good, he smells so good...." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she shuddered under the onslaught of his touch. His body was an inferno as he pressed his length onto her.

Lightly he touched his tongue to the shell of her ear tracing the curve, then dipped delicately but moistly into the sensitive center. He exhaled softly creating a cool breeze against the damp flesh. Locked in his embrace, he felt her tremble again, uncontrollably, and draw a ragged breath with a tiny moan. Unconsciously she pulled him closer. He trailed his open mouth, nibbling lightly, along her jaw then touched his lips to hers. She opened her mouth beneath him as he swept in to stroke her tongue with his.

"Holy shit!" rocketed though Sherl's cloudy mind. "This gorgeous man is kissing me and oh, Jeez-uz-fuck, can he kiss!" She could feel the firmness of the hand cradling he head and the power of his body pressing against her passionately. The aroma of leather and his potent male sexuality curled around her as she breathed deeply. She could feel his erection in the cradle of her hips, hot through the leather and heavy with intent. Mesmerized by the fierce pleasure coursing through her body she heard herself moan into his mouth.

"Good, there's alcohol in her," the werewolf thought as he tasted the Long Island Iced Tea she'd been drinking. "This should make it easier for me to take her before she's realized what's happened."

She answered his kiss with a ferocity that surprised him. "She probably doesn't realize how strongly she's responding," he thought to himself, elated. And she was responding, her natural passion blazing through her, out of control. Perfect. He deepened his kiss, slanting his mouth over hers for deeper penetration. Using care not to nip her with his sharp fangs, he took her mouth, tasting her and inhaling deeply to steal he breath as she exhaled. His body kept her captive against the wooden fence, his legs wide. With a moan, he rolled his hips and pressed his entrapped cock against her softness as he continued to kiss her.

Slowly, so as not to frighten her, he slid his hand from her silky hair down her shoulder and arm to press against her narrow waist. Carefully he skimmed his hand up her ribs. His hand closed over her breast through the blouse and he squeezed lightly, then again more firmly. With his long nails he tugged her hardened nipple beneath her lace bra and sharp bolts of pleasure shot straight to her belly. Pressed close against her, he felt the shudder that racked he body and answered it with an involuntary one of his own. He captured her soft moan in his mouth as they kissed.

"If I don't get her outside soon, I may cum in my own pants," he thought, feverishly.