I have an impossible time doing anything, I’m so shocked by it all.
My date’s a werewolf! A real-life, no bullshit, honest-to-Jesus fucking WEREWOLF! I mean, I’m lucky he didn’t kill me, but he doesn’t seem to be out of control or anything like that. But he did fuck me, I mean, I wanted him to, but he did…oh, shit! Does that make me…I mean, he didn’t bite me, but maybe it’s sexually transmitted, too! We didn’t use condoms or anything, but…am I like him now? Do I have a choice?
Adam seems to sense my fears. He lowers his head, it’s so sad to see, and turns to walk off.
“No, wait! Adam, please wait!”
He stops, and I steel my nerve enough to walk over to him. His height intimidates me, and he can somehow tell, as he drops into an all-fours squat. I cautiously reach out to run my fingers through the coarse black fur-hair that makes up his mane. He growls approvingly.
I look deep into his amber eyes. Hauntingly beautiful, primal and feral, but sharply intelligent. “Adam…what we just did…did that make me…like you?”
I’m visibly relieved, but somehow also a bit disappointed, when he shakes his head no.
“You wanted a mate, didn’t you? Like a real wolf…I mean…for life, is that right?” Adam nods, almost ashamed.
I swallow hard, and weigh my heart before speaking. “I…I want to know you first, Adam. You, the human, the wolf, the werewolf. It’s a lot to ask, but…I’m not saying no, okay?”
He seems to understand, and snuggles into my bare skin. We gaze at the (now more than ever) magical moonlight together, and somewhere between scratching behind his ears and him warming me with his fur, I drift off to sleep. I dream of running with a pack of wolves, as a wolf myself, alpha female of the pack Adam and I lead.
I wake in my own bed, clothed in my peach nightgown, thinking it all a dream until I smell breakfast in the kitchen.
Before I can go investigate, Adam pops through my bedroom door, a tray of hot food in hand. “Please, don’t go anywhere. It’s the least I can do to apologize for last night.”
It wasn’t a dream, then. I smile warmly at him. “You don’t have anything to apologize for.” I sip at the hot coffee and nibble at the eggs and bacon for a bit. “Last night really happened, didn’t it?”
Adam nodded quietly. “It did.”
“You’re really a werewolf, aren’t you?” He nodded again, as I expected. I continued on with the burning question on my mind. “So, why use a blind date to find a mate? And if you know my friend Gia, why not just go after her?
“Well,” he began, clearing his throat, “I figured that a blind date would go in with fewer prejudices than someone who knew details, so it would require more open-mindedness. Considering I haven’t been thrown out yet, I chose well.” He paused long enough to let me blush before continuing. “As for the other question, no offense to Gia, but I could tell she wouldn’t have understood. She offered to set me up with you, which also told me she wasn’t really interested in me. Her scent didn’t reflect it, either.”
“So, you have wolf senses even now?”
“Yes, I do. I’m more than open to talking about them, and anything else, if you desire.”
I do, and we do, for hours on end. As I lounged in bed and he lay beside me, we talk about the family bloodline that makes him a lycanthrope, his loneliness from being without a mate, and my own sadness after the breakup. We talk about our mundane mutual interests, old jobs and bad relationships, our favorite movies (ironically, neither of which are werewolf flicks) and a bit of religion and politics.
We get into his unique life, and everything about it; his need for rare or raw meat, his powerful wolf body and how he can shift whenever he wants (including to a real wolf shape), and the fact that his healing metabolism means he’ll only age one year for every two decades! He tells me he first changed last year, making him a non-visibly year older than me. I thought it was amazing, but it concerns him; what good is a millennium of natural life if he has to spend it alone?
It’s nearly dark by the time we both clam up. I mull over how perfect a match we are, and then I ask the million-dollar question. “If I become your mate, will I turn into a werewolf too?”
Adam looks right into my eyes. “Yes.”
I give him a gentle kiss on the lips. “Tell me how.”
He takes my hand and rises a bit beside me. “We must be in the forest, directly under the full moon’s light. You will be mounted by me, as wolves mate. I will bite you as we mate, letting my saliva infect your blood. You will feel a presence of sorts, as the wolf essence enters your body. To show you accept it, you must howl. Then, you will transform, and once you have become a werewolf, we will climax once together. Then we will be mated, and nothing short of death will ever break the bond.”
I probably should’ve felt scared, considering he was talking about taking away my humanity. Instead, I felt a thrill with every word. “Call me a werewolf again,” I moaned, pulling myself over top of him.
Adam grins like the predator he is. “You will be my werewolf, Charlotte,” he growls, working at my nightgown. “My beautiful werewolf mate.”
I feel like cumming just from his words, and his growing cock beneath me just adds to it. “Tell me,” I groan, as my fingers begin tugging at the fabric holding us apart. I envision the blunt nails as claws, my claws, freeing me from human confinement.
“You’ll be strong, and wild,” Adam snarls, and I can tell he’s on the cusp of changing himself. “You’ll have a lovely pelt of fur, and a sexy tail.” He frees one of my breasts and paws it mercilessly. “I’m going to make you howl!”
I dive down upon him, face to face, and hungrily taste his mouth. My tongue dances around sharpening teeth. “Rip my clothes off,” I bellow, “I’m your werewolf bitch, take me!”
Adam did so, simultaneously gentle and savage, and I rode him in desperation to relieve my sudden heat. If he hadn’t told me otherwise, I would’ve expected to change myself. As it was, only Adam transformed, and I literally howled in orgasm as his lupine member grew inside me, stretching me to the limit and filling me with his werewolf seed.
I rode this magnificent beast with a fury I didn’t know I had; it should have scared me, and maybe it did, but it thrilled me so much more. Even if I don’t become Adam’s mate, no human man’s ever going to give it to me like this again.
We alternately fucked and made love for hours. Ironically, by the time the full moon rose, Adam had tired out. Once his knot let loose, I wavered into the kitchen and brought him a couple cuts of raw steak. I cooked mine for just a bit, figuring it might behoove me to get used to the taste of it.
As we ate together, I wonder if I could really do this. Adam is incredible, in many more ways than just the obvious, and I could easily see spending a lifetime with him. But could I spend a lifetime as a werewolf to do it?
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