“You’re still new to the ways of werewolves. ‘Big nag’ is a werewolf term for sexiest girl in the pack.”
“Jeffrey will be waking up soon,” she warned him.
“Then maybe we should move this party to the shower.”
Once in the shower, the warm water washing over them, she took his face between her hands and kissed him. He was scratchy with morning stubble and she smiled against his mouth. When she pulled back, his dark eyelashes were beaded with water. He blinked it away.
She let her hands play over his shoulders and down his chest, and he moaned when she smudged her thumb against his flat, coppery coin of a nipple. He tensed with anticipation as her hands traveled lower, and when she reached his hard, heavy cock, he let out a helpless moan. She wrapped her fingers around his silky length, stroking him firmly and enjoying the feel of him as his cock twitched in her palm.
With her other hand, she cupped his balls and squeezed gently, feeling them tighten and draw up, licking her lips as she saw a glistening drop of silvery precum form on the head of his dick. She smoothed her fingers over it, spreading it to use as lubrication as she worked her hand up and down his shaft, wringing another harsh moan from his throat.
As she stroked him, he dipped his head to taste her breast, drawing her nipple into his mouth, rolling it against his tongue, sending bolts of excitement zinging through her. His eyes were closed, his expression one of fierce concentration. She rubbed her fingers over the slick slit in the end of his cock and was rewarded with a harsh intake of breath, his mouth stilling on her breast.
The water was warm and felt good rolling over her body, chased by Grant’s touch. As she stroked his length, he grew harder and impossibly harder, and she felt an answering arousal making her stomach flutter and her pussy clench. She stroked him faster, wanting to see the expression of pleasure-pain on his face when he came in her hand, spattering her fingers and wrist with his creamy cum.
Or in her mouth as she swallowed around him and drank him down…
She moved to sink to her knees, but Grant stopped her.
“Not this time,” he told her, his voice hoarse with the strain of holding back. “I need to be inside you.”
His cock was throbbing in her hand, and he gently removed her hands from him and guided her to wrap her arms around his neck. Then he turned her so her back was against the cool tiles of the shower wall. The contrast with the hot water made her shiver.
Grant lifted her with his hands beneath her thighs, bracing her weight with his body, and the head of his cock nudged her slippery pussy before he pushed inside her
She crossed her feet at the small of his back, locking her legs around him as he moved inside her, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his breath rapid and labored against her skin.
He pushed inside her firmly, then pulled back out exquisitely slowly, dragging his cock over her G-spot. Her pussy was slick and swollen, and she welcomed each movement of his hot, hard dick inside her with a gasp of pleasure.
The sparks of pleasure in her core became crackling lightning, then a wild storm of electricity, powerful and elemental and out of control, burning her up from the inside out. And as she came, Grant thrust harder, his rhythm stuttering, heart thundering against hers as he gave a tortured groan and found his release inside her shuddering body.
* * * * *
When they flew into town the next evening, the media was having a field day with the story. Fortunately, the two men who’d witnessed the wolf attack had been staggering drunk when they’d run to the police, so their credibility was shaky. They were also petty criminals who had admittedly been poaching when they saw the wolf attack, and they had gone from the police to the media, trying to get money for selling their story, which changed with every re-telling.
Unfortunately, though, the dead poacher had been thoroughly mauled by a creature that seemed to be too big to be a wolf, and the paw-prints leading away from the scene were larger than those of any known wolf.
And it was a slow news week, so the media was going crazy. Websites were selling “werewolf specials” – boxes of allegedly silver-coated ammo at fifty dollars a bullet, and paper targets with the silhouettes of “werewolves” printed on them. There were werewolf recipes on the popular recipe websites, and sales of T-shirts and werewolf costumes were through the roof.
They’d already checked with the only pack in the area – a small pack located four hours from the attack site. Every single pack member had been accounted for and there was no chance that it had been any of them.
They were a couple of weeks away from a full moon. That was the only time that werewolves lost control, compulsively turned into wolves, and would be liable to attack a human. So whoever had carried out this attack had done it deliberately.
Late that night, they drove to the wooded area near where the attack had happened. There were no back roads, so they were forced to park on the side of the road, where they shifted and ran into the woods until they reached the attack site. They could all still scent the werewolf who’d been there. Enormous paw-prints were further proof that the attacker had been were, not a regular wolf.
Then William kept his head down and began moving through the forest. He led them back to the road, a short distance from where they’d parked their car. He stopped and shifted back into human form, and the rest of them followed suit. They were naked, and there was a chill in the night air, but it didn’t bother them. Werewolves weren’t bothered by extreme temperatures, even in human form.
“The trail ends here,” William said. “He left in a car. And I’m picking up the faint scent of a second werewolf. He didn’t do this alone. Someone drove him here and let him out, and then he headed into the woods and killed that hunter. When he returned, he took the same path back to the road.”
“Would you recognize him if you ran into him again, in human form?” Grant asked.
William nodded. “Yeah, I would. It’s just a matter of finding him.”
They started to head back up the road towards their car, then Truman froze and held his hand up. “Wait,” he said. “You hear that? ’Copters.”
In a flash, they’d shifted and run back into the woods. Helicopters buzzed overhead. As they raced through the trees, they heard the sound of machine-gun fire.
The men in the ’copters were shooting at them.
