She bounded across the dark streets, sniffing the air, following his scent.
There was a strange pull towards him, as if his body had left a magnetic trail that the wolf could track.
The wolf slowed its pace as it neared a large two story house, surrounded by a high fence.
The wolf could sense others inside, but the only scent that mattered was his.
The wolf dug her claws into the fence, climbing to the top, her ears flat against her skull.
She could hear soft breathing, the steady thumping of a heartbeat.
The wolf jumped, landing lightly on the grass, her body blending into the darkness.
Hewas outside, sitting on a tree stump and smoking a vape.
His pale skin and white hair seemed to glow in the moonlight, urging her closer.
The wolf crept forward, her muscles tensing.
She had waited for this moment. She had craved it.
He raised his head, recognition drawing on his face as he let out a slow exhale of smoke.
"You," he whispered, running his tongue along his lower lip.
Deepa could feel the blood rushing to her core, her pulse quickening.
It felt like someone had plunged a hand into her chest and squeezed.
Her body slowly returned to its human form, nose retracting, large teeth sinking back into her gums as her bones cracked and reshaped themselves until she had fully reverted.
He stared at her with hungry eyes, his gaze roaming her naked body, white smoke escaping from his mouth.
Deepa felt her nipples harden, her skin tingling with need, the space between her legs moistening in anticipation for what was to come.
She confidently walked towards him like a moth to a flame.
Deepa had fought hard and lost.
She was ready to surrender.
He dropped the vape, stepping forward and grabbing her face, smashing his lips into hers.
Deepa kissed him back, her hands wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer.
His fingers tangled in her hair, his teeth gently nipping her bottom lip.
"Fuck," he hissed, breaking the kiss.
Deepa could feel his erection pressing against her, his desire mirroring her own.
He looked into her eyes, his gaze filled with need. "Fuck," he cursed again before smashing his lips back against hers.
Deepa gasped, her breath catching as he pushed her down to the ground, his body on top of hers, his hips grinding against her.
"You're fucking killing me," he groaned, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth gently scraping against her skin.
Deepa's hands were in his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. She arched her back, her body pressing against his, her skin on fire.
