Chapter 5

With her hands tied to the small of her back, she fell belly first. The air woofed out of her lungs from the impact. Before she knew it, he was on his knees behind her straddling her calves, one palm on her lower back to keep her in place. Sherl felt his gloved hands hook into the back of her jeans then he tugged hard. He hauled her off the ground then upright on her knees.

He wrapped an arm around her hips pulling her ass into his kneeling lap, squarely against his trapped erection. He moaned in pleasure, grinding himself against her. His gloved hands slid up to cup the fullness of her breasts, pulling her up and back against his hard chest.

Kevin wanted nothing better than to force her down on his coat and ride her to oblivion, but that would accomplish nothing but his own enjoyment and might make her hate him. He needed her lust to overcome her fear.

"You have no idea how glad I am that I don't have to wait," he whispered intimately in her ear. His fingers trapped her nipples and tugged. She shivered under his palms. "I didn't think I was gonna make the drive anyway."

In alarm, Sherl lunged away, trying to get her feet under her. Her breath came in gasps. She struggled in fear but also in anticipation. His arms were steel bands around her, she wasn't going anywhere and part of her was glad.

"Oh no you don't," he growled as he held her still. "The fun is just beginning Princess." Kevin clenched his gloved fingertip in his teeth and tugged, peeling the glove from one hand. With a sigh, he slid the naked hand down her belly and straight into the front of her panties.

Sherl squirmed as his warm hand burrowed deep then she trembled as she felt him close on her, cupping her heat. A finger slid deep into her wet softness as he hunched over her back panting, his powerful erection tight against her buttocks, his gloved hand tugging and rolling her captured nipple with his fingers.

She shuddered and moaned as he fought to burrow his hand deeper into her jeans and sliding further into her more than willing flesh. Then he made contact with something deep within. He stroked it and she choked as she slammed to the edge of release. Her creamy honey slicked his palm. She gasped and moved against him, wanting him to do it again.

"More?" he whispered calmly though his breath came in harsh pants. His palm rode on her clit. He moved his finger and his hand stroking her inner pleasure point and massaging her clit at the same time.

"Oh, God!" she cried out with the shock of imminent ecstasy.

"More?" he asked again, his voice hissing with his own rising urgency.

"Yes," Sherl sobbed. "God yes, more!" With excruciating slowness, he stroked deep within her again, moving his palm against her. Her body trembled as she quivered on the very edge of a powerful climax, writhing on his hand. She was close, so very close.

With incredible speed, he pulled his hand out. In astonishment, she looked over her shoulder to see Kevin put his wet fingers in his mouth. His gloved hand clenched painfully on her breast.

"Damn, I love the taste of you." In delight, he sucked her honey from his fingers. With slow deliberation, his tongue swiped his palm savoring her flavor, his eyes narrow slits of golden flame.

Sherl felt trapped, his arm fierce across her chest and gripping her breast. Faster than her eye could track, his bare hand reached out and cupped her chin, his fingers digging into her jaw without mercy. He turned her face away, forward and up, holding her fast.

Tenderly he released her breast then wrapped his gloved hand around the silky length of her ponytail. Sherl felt her chin released. Her head was pulled back with slow but irresistible force, baring her throat, holding her still. She gasped as his mouth closed on the side of her neck, his lips caressing the delicate skin, measuring her pulse as it pounded under his stroking tongue.

Without warning, his sharp teeth closed firmly on the muscle and skin of her vulnerable throat with bruising force. She could feel the points of long incisors digging in but not piercing her tender skin. If she pulled, her flesh would come away in his teeth. She froze under his bite but he didn't break the skin. She felt him grip the back of her jeans in a fist then pull. Her opened pants slithered down her thighs to her knees, taking her panties with it and trapping her legs together. His bare hand swept the softness of her buttocks. He released her throat but not her hair.

"Mother of the Moon, you have a nice ass Sherl," he growled out. His hand left her and she heard him unbutton his pants then his zipper being drawn.

"Are you going to rape me?" Sherl asked.

Kevin noted a thread of fear in her words. He felt a twinge of guilt at what he was about to do, but her beast was too close to the surface to ignore and so was his. His body was screaming to possess her. His fingers slid down the seam of her buttocks. Using his grip on her ponytail, he tipped her forward enough for his fingers to dip back into her wet flesh. Unconsciously, her hips bucked wanting him to drive his fingers deeper.

"Can't rape the willing Princess." He said as he explored her. His chest heaved as he panted against her back. "And you just don't feel all that unwilling to me babe." His hands shook as he stroked his hard shaft once then pushed the purple head forward, nudging himself between her soft creamy thighs.

Sherl felt the incredible heat of his hardness against her backside then it slid between her closed thighs to rub up against her wet flesh. She felt the curling hairs on his legs as he pressed against her. He pulled back, stroking himself between her legs, his shaft rasping against her moist slit, the swollen head of his cock damp with pre-cum and her own honey, sliding against her excited clit.

"Oh God," she whimpered, shuddering as lust wrapped her in white heat.

"It's all up to you Princess," he whispered in her ear, his breath heaving with suppressed excitement. "How bad do you want me? I'm right here ready for you, waiting for you." His voice dropped to barely a breath of sound. "Open up and let me in… "

With a soft cry of surrender, she arched back against him, positioning his heat against the opening to her body.

Releasing a groan, his arms tightened around her in a vicious grip. Suddenly he surged forward into her welcoming depths with a hoarse shout, to impale her on his heavily erect dick. She felt him stretch her wide to make room for his fullness. He pulled her body back hard; rocking her against him as he forged in as far as he could go, possessing her utterly.

Sherl cried out as her ravenous body was filled to bursting.

"Oh, Jee'zuz fuck, Sherl," the werewolf growled.

His eyes lost focus with the pleasure of her heat encasing him. He pulled out a little only to lunge in, seating himself firmly in her tender flesh. With frenzied hands he released her hair and loosed her wrists from his belt. Using his hips, he shoved her forward onto her hands then hooked an arm over her hip. With heavy strokes he fucked her with a swift rhythm, in and in and in.

His fingers found her tender clit and stroked her in time with his pounding thrusts. His other hand gripped her thigh, holding her steady as she shoved back against him. He pressed his chest against her back and drove into her softness again and again. Her inner muscles squeezed and caressed him as he moved within her.

Sherl felt a bolt of fire sear from the base of her skull down her spine. The heat of him, the smell of him the raw force of him thrusting and thrusting into her wanton flesh overwhelmed her senses. Lava pooled in her belly and spread to her shaking limbs. Pants became moans as the delicious warmth spread and blazed under her skin. The snow steamed around them from sudden heat. She could feel her body clenching, readying for a shattering climax, she was close, so close, right on the edge and let out a whimper as she writhed against him.

Kevin smelled the scent of her climax building, the ripple of power rising to a wave then a flood. He could feel the pressure in his balls as he readied to spill into her heated depths. She was almost there and he wanted to be sure they went together. His beast began to surface as hers neared its birth. He felt the fire in his bones as her power crested, feeding off of his nearing peak, off of his escalating power.

"Off, off..." Sherl heard him snarl viciously then Kevin suddenly stopped, pulling his hands away from her body and sat back on his haunches, still sheathed in her body. She swore viciously in frustration. The sound of ripping fabric reached her ears.

Startled, she looked over her shoulder to see him pulling the shreds of his shirt from his shoulders. Shoulders that looked larger, more menacing somehow. She caught his eye and gasped. His once green eyes were molten gold in the gray snow light and glowing. He smiled and bared long canines.

Hands tipped in long curving claws reached for her and ripped her flannel shirt like tissue from her back along with the tatters of her bra. With an arm around her waist, he stood up. He pulled her up with him still joined, his cock filling her. He was so tall that although he braced his legs wide her toes barely touched the coat they stood on. Violently, he tugged his pants down ripping them then kicking them off with his boots following. Then her wet jeans followed, ripping under his claws, pulling her shoes off with her pants.

"Now," he growled in a voice no longer human in any way. "Now we change, skin to skin, you and I." His arms closed around her, his clawed hands raking down her lightly, scoring her breasts and stomach with red lines that didn't quite break the skin. Lifting her bodily, he cupped her mons with his palm riding directly on her fevered clit. Holding her fast in his arms his fingers digging in, his claws lightly marking her arms and body, he thrust powerfully into her again and again as they stood together in the falling snow. His muscles bunched and flexed as he strove to keep them both standing upright.

She moaned long and loud as she felt the fire sizzle up from her filled pussy, hammered to the brink of a crushing orgasm. The ball of fire at the base of her skull blazed outward in a firestorm under her skin to consume her. Her skin tingled and jumped as a streak of lightning blazed a path down her spine. She felt feverish and shaky, writhing against his hard body and harder flesh. Her mouth opened on a long throaty glorious cry.

"Let it come, Princess. Let it consume you flesh and bone and blood," the werewolf snarled fiercely in her ear. "Cum for me," he groaned as he pounded her to the edge of pure ecstasy then shoved her over.

Fire blazed up her body in a joyous red wave. She shrieked with a pleasure so fierce it was closer to agonizing pain. She barely heard his screams as he joined her, suffering the throes of his own climax.

He howled as he released himself into her body, the power of her orgasm rushing through him in an inferno. Heat and rapture swallowed them both. Fire burned and writhed under their skin, power grinding through them, twisting and changing muscle and bone. Her triumphant howls joined his as they fell to the ground in the snow, still locked intimately.