"So.." you say, enjoying the private moment of holding her in your
arms. "Umm...am I going to be immortal?"
She laughs, tilting her head back and laying it against your chest.
She smiles up at you. "No, not exactly. You'll die one day, just like
any other creature. But you'll live to 150 years old, and probably
look no more than sixty, even then. We age REALLY well."
"Are you REALLY sixteen, or are you like forty years old and just
living a secret life?" You ask, genuinely curious.
Again, she laughs, turning around in your arms for a moment to kiss
you and nuzzle your neck. "I've never lied to you," she whispers. "Not
you..ever. I'm really only sixteen, darling. Mom however...she's fifty
two."
Your eyes reflect your surprise. "Holy shit, seriously??? She's still
fuckin' hot!" You realize a second later that perhaps you shouldn't
have been so candid. "Umm..wow, I'm sorry..."
She laughs again, giving you another kiss and sniffs at your chest,
sliding her hands under your shirt. "I love how you make me laugh,
James," she tells you, her voice quiet, barely above a whisper. "And
it's okay..she's a gorgeous woman. All the girls are, and I'm not the
jealous type, at least not when it comes to the pack."
She shudders, glancing back over her shoulder out the window again.
Her hands suddenly seem to be radiating heat; hell, her whole body
clearly has increased in temperature. "Getting close now," she
whispers, running her nails lightly down your skin. "This is how it
always starts," she says. "The heat.."
"You're going into heat?" you stupidly ask.
"Mmm...nooo," she says, snickering again. "That's not until next
month...this heat's just from the moon speeding up my metabolism. It's
how it always starts. GOD, I want to feel the moon on my skin!" She
says, pulling away from you and peeling her shirt off frantically,
sliding her pants off as well. She's standing in just her bra and
panties (matching lacy black, her skin covered in a light sheen of
sweat. She turns back away from you, staring out at the rapidly
darkening sky. The sun's almost down; the last few rays still shine
into the room, but a couple stars are visible. You can't help but
reach out to her, stroking her back tentatively.
"James...I need you...I need you to listen to me right now..." she
says, never looking at you, instead seemingly transfixed by the moon.
She's breathing more heavily. Her whole body is heaving with how
strong her breaths are. "When..when it happens..ohh.." she whispers,
"so close now..so close..." She resumes her normal speaking. "The
wolf..I know you...the wolf..the wolf knows you, but not...not as
well...it's wild...the wolf...it needs...it needs to know you as..as a
mate..so hard to concentrate.." she says, glancing back at you as she
rubs her forehead. Her eyes flash yellow, and she turns, pulling your
shirt off, rubbing her face violently against your chest. "James...I
need...need...need...it needs.." she trails off. "So hard to
think..you smell soo good..." She inhales against your chest, and
licks tentatively at your skin. "Taste..so good.." Her breath is hot,
and your body responds like anyone's would, stiffening to attention.
Her eyes lock on your bulge. Her hand reaches out, tugging at your
waistband and fly. "I..I WANT...I...NEED...wolf...NEEDS..WANTS..." She
drops to her knees, rubbing her face against your crotch, sniffing
hard, tugging more frantically at your pants until she actually pops
the button off entirely and then yanks them down to your ankles. You
kick them off as her hand wraps around the bulge in your boxers.
"I need..wolf needs...wants THIS..." she says, staring up at you with
a look that's both pleading and confused, as well as hungry and eager.
"Please?" she asks. "Please...please please please.." She's growing
frantic, as though she's afraid you'll deny her. She stands back up,
cupping your face. "Please...please..."
You kiss her hard, sliding your boxers off. You cradle her face too,
not wanting her to be so upset. "Yes," you tell her, feeling how
blazingly hot her skin is now. If you had to guess, you'd have to say
she was running a high fever..well, if you didn't know what was
apparently about to happen.
She struggles to take her bra off, and you reach to help, but before
you can, she breaks the clasp by tugging. "Stupid..." she says as she
stares at it on the floor. She forces her panties down and immediately
guides your hand between her legs. She's even hotter down there and
dripping wet the moment your fingers find her. She pushes against you,
forcing your fingers inside, letting out a gasping moan.
"Yes..." she growls. "Make...make changefuck, James!" She says
excitedly. "Moon! Changefuck!" Her human mind seems to be disappearing
more by the second, but you don't have to be a rocket scientist to
figure out what she's wanting. You work your fingers around in her,
making her even wetter, and she rocks against you. She kisses your
neck, kisses you, and runs her hand up and down your length a couple
times.
"Wait..b..before moon..." she says, pulling away. "Mates or just
bedfriends?"
"What?" you ask, not sure exactly what she'd said.
She stares at you, slightly frustrated. She shakes her head again,
trying to find the right words. "uhh..hard to 'splain..." she mutters.
She glances out the window again, and when she turns back, her eyes
are fully luminous yellow, and her ears have started to grow pointed.
"Bedfriends...many..." she makes the "finger in the hole" gesture for
sex. She kisses you freakishly hard. "Pack..all many bedfriends..."
Her face softens as she looks at you, and her voice is again very
quiet. "Mate...SPECIAL BEDFRIEND." She takes your hand and rubs it
gently on her cheek. "Mate..." she kisses the back of your hand.
"Mate.." she leans in, kissing you slowly, tenderly. "Mate special.
MOST SPECIAL. Many bedfriends...but only one mate. Bedfriend or mate?"
she asks, pointing to herself.
"Please say mate, please be mate," she mutters, staring down at the
floor, as though she's unaware you can hear her.