Finian's POV

"I want this off." A command that she's willing to follow. Her eyes lock on mine, slowly lifting up her shirt, her bra tight, pushing up her breast teasingly high to the point of almost spilling out. Tiny goosebumps rise all along her skin, reaching behind her back, the straps of her bra falling off her shoulders as it leaves her body. Long lashes lift revealing dark blue eyes.

My spell-maker.

With the swiftest of motion, easily lifting her up, legs wrapping around my waist. Her hips grinding on me, rubbing along the length of me. Tongue licking the valley of her chest, kissing each rising peak before consuming her mouth.

Licking

Biting

Moaning

It's fevered, breathless, gasping, our hunger growing for much more fulfillment. No longer can I hide the teeth that are descending, nipping flesh, leaving trails of red lines over her skin that begs to be bitten in the most delicious way.

Laying her beneath me as the bed frame groans with our combined weight. My whole body covering hers, legs entangling as hip push into one another. Moaning with the feeling, taking my shirt off so I can feel her chest against mine. Claiming her body as mine with teeth marking a trail of greed.

I want her to bathe in my scent.

Her hands roaming over my back, nails digging their own lines of lust deep into me. The pain is eurphoric pleasure. Her back arching as I continue to rub myself against her parted legs, her own teeth descending as she nips, enticing my flesh to burn molten hot.

My fingers bringing the zipper of her jeans down revealing the faintest pink underwears that I have ever seen. Almost transparent, nothing is hidden from the eye.

"Condom?" The word makes me groan, stilling it's as if I am made of cement not wanting to get off of her but remain pressed into her.

Jumping up digging unzipping my bag. I put it right on top so it would be easy to find. Now rummaging through my clothes, nothing.

"They're not here." Still looking through all my clothes.

"Fin! You had one job." Instant mood killer.

"Victoria, I swear to you, I put them in here, then my mom helped me with my bags." Fire red is what I see when the realization hits me my own mother betrayed me.

"My mother did this. I'm going to kill her."

"Fin, we could be very careful. We could do other things for now." She's rocking slightly with an unsatisfied need. Her eyes half closed with lust, a seductive smile on her face.

"We need to be very careful.." This a warning for myself to follow.

Deep, dark ocean blue eyes are drawing me in, her ruby red engorged lips that I can only think of devouring with my own.

Lust

Desire

Need

Hips are slightly rocking back and forth. A slight sheen of sweat covering her chest, full breasts with erect nipples, my body intimately responding to her's.

Heart skipping beats in my chest as I take another step closer.

Dancing orange flames from the wood stove's window cast her skin in soft glowing light. Her shadow silhouetted upon the wall.

Enchantress

My senses starting to leave while my body takes over control, the wolf more than pleased to leave my mind at the door.

Another step in her direction arches her back making her breasts rise as if begging my tongue to sweep across them.

The wind is howling outside, while mother nature's power is unleashed in a blizzard that is just beginning to pound the world in white.

One hand gripping the bed, followed by a knee that pushes her legs apart. The other hand gently lays her back against the mattress, while my other knee makes more room for me to press between her legs.

A little gasp of pleasure moans out as she wraps those legs around me, it's natural to roll my hips into her while she grinds her needs back into me.

My tongue, trailing over her neck, sucking in the flesh that leaves my purple blossoming marks. Her canvas will be a striking portrait of my want.

A soft mew from her mouth as my finger traces the tender harden flesh of her nipple, her skin giving off a warm blush. Hands traveling over my back dipping inside my jeans feeling my ass, searing my skin where ever she touches.

Kissing her mouth slow, gentle without haste. Tongue running along her lip, a soft bite has her sighing out while my tongue sweeps against hers, hips grinding into one another, back and forth. An inferno building inside me, wanting to explode with the sensation of her against me.

Biting into my shoulder as she hangs on to my bare back, it's painful yet euphoric at the same time. The need to bite her back is all consuming.

"What other things do you have in mind?" Voice deep, husky, a lovers tenor I never knew I had.

Concentrating more pressure between those spread legs, her heels are digging into the back of my thighs, trying to bring more weight to her. Again I focus against her mark, sucking on it, licking the flesh, nipping has her moaning into the air. Nails are tearing lines into my flesh that heals quickly.

Fingers are zipping down, opening the material of her jeans, revealing her transparent pink panties, nothing left to the imagination. A groan leaves my mouth making her smile knowingly at me.

Temptress

Sliding her pants down those thighs that I can't help kiss, along calves that I nip at until the last thing that remains on are her are socks. One by one taking them off, I want nothing on her except me.

From the bottom of her ankles, I start to explore her skin. Trying to memorize each tiny scar, licking her flesh with a tongue that can't get enough of her taste. The exploration of her body is on a magical level.

Slow

Methodical

Passionate

She tremors in anticipation as I kiss higher up her inner thigh, quivering her skin.

Savoring her like a fine wine. No rushing.

It's slow, deliberate movement up her body, not wanting to devour her just yet. Kissing up the side of her hip, feeling the curve of it with my tongue. The flesh soft, supple, inviting me to hold onto it.

Licking between the valley of her chest, up to her neck again. Positioning myself on my side, bringing her leg over my hip. I can watch what I'm going to do to her as two fingers insert into her wet entrance.

Both of us sucking in a breath.

In and out my fingers begin to slide slowly into the center of her femininity, coating me with hot molten lava. Her body is preparing to have more of me inside her. Watching this erotic show, fingers disappearing inside her only to be pulled out slick and wet. My mouth capturing her earlobe, sucking and pulling on it while listening to her irresistible melody of moans. Her lyrics are written in the movements of her body.

Sweat slick skin glistens in the firelight. I'm marveling at the picture of her.

Hips slightly lifting up, feeling her skin shiver by my touch is satisfaction at it's best. Watching every moan tumble out of her mouth has me catching one mid moan, swallowing it down hungrily wanting more of them.

"You like this don't you Victoria?" My voice so unrecognizable to my ears, it's a lover's tone that only she gets to hear.

"Yes."

Back arching, mouth opening, chest heaving up and down. Her hand going around my wrist, eyes closed, lost in the feeling. Moans enticing my bodies response to her, her sweet music filling the cottage up with her voice vibrations, while my lustful growls fill the remaining air up.

Dipping my head down, taking a nipple into my mouth, letting my tongue flick, twirl the end of it, swirling around its sensitive edges. Dragging my teeth over the delicate flesh so tenderly as not to cause pain but pleasure. Fingers are possessing the inside of her, while my thumb rubs her most sensitive spot, the pressure's friction causing her moans to become cries. Her hands now cling to the sheets.

Thighs are shaking, in and out tempo increasing.

"Fin." She's starting to wither, buck against my hand.

"That's right, let go." Lips pressed against her ear, while my eyes watch everything.

A quickly inhaled breath, her body stilling while the first ripple of her orgasm runs deep from within her. Gripping my fingers as she rhythmically contracts and releases in wave after wave of pleasure. I take this all in, the magic of her, the fulfillment of it is overwhelming.

Her head is turning to me, mouth smiling, eyes once again a soft blue. Some strands of hair stick to the side of her flushed face, while I brush them away with a fingertip. She doesn't speak as her fingers unzip my jeans. Her hand is now laying my back against the bed. Lifting my hips allows her to slide off my pants in a swift motion.

She starts at my ankles, kissing each one, biting into my calves taking turns on each side, not showing favoritism to a particular area. Teeth scraping against my skin, leaving lines that trail up my legs until she reaches my inner thighs. A moan from deep within as her tongue almost touches my cock. Instead, she licks my hip bone in a teasing discomfort.

Her body sliding over mine, breast against my waist as she slowly crawls up the length of me. The palm of her hand running up the base of my cock until it's at the tip of me, a low moan traps in my upper chest as an involuntary shudder takes over my entire body.

Pleasure at its finest.

Melting into the bed as her hand works me up and down, slow motion glorious.

My moans are escaping out my mouth only for her now to capture and swallow the sound down into her chest.

Breathing increasing as her pace starts to become intense, my teeth descending wanting to bite into her flesh.

She's watching her hand while I watch her face. Eyes dilating, nose flaring, her strokes become faster, the grip tighter, my hips arching upward and down with every hand stroke. Feeling the sensation deep inside me, my balls start to tighten up with the need to release, the pleasure coming quickly. Sucking in my breath, muscles flexing, stilling with what's to come.

She stops.

My eyes open up, her wolf's icy eyes staring down at me as her legs straddle my hips. She rubs herself along my cock's ridge, the wetness of her letting her grind easily against me, back and forth she moves her hips. My fingers grip her hips, as she continue's to rock, sliding up and down my length. Her breasts swaying with her movement. Angling her neck, so all I can see is the mark I gave her. She parts her leg more so I can watch my cock spread her lips as she continues to rub herself against me.

"What are you doing?" As I see her hand reaching in between us, positioning me at her entrance.

"Please, I just need to feel you inside me." Her hips rock slightly forward pushing the tip of me in.

"Victoria, I'm so close. I don't think we should." Saying this as she lowers herself just an inch down my shaft.

Ahhh, fuck.

Another inch lower has me sucking in a breath, her hips rotate down another inch, descending slowly, inch by glorious inch. I'm stretching her, filling her up. My cock gripped like a tight glove. She keeps lowering herself on me until everything I have is inside her to the base. Hands still on her hips, guiding her in the rhythm I like.

Her body sweating, glistening like a wet work of art. Her scent is so strong that I actually can taste her on the tip of my tongue. Her breasts are bouncing up and down as her hips move.

Stilling, I don't want to end this too soon.

"Wait." A husky word whispered out that comes from the bac of my thraot.

She increases her pace, rocking back and forth. The inside of her clenching me as she raises up and unclenching as she brings herself down. Her hands pushing against my chest trying to hold me down on the mattress. Heels are hooking into the back of my thighs.

"Victoria you need to get off." Panic starting to rise along with my impending release. She continues to grind on me in such a pleasurable way. Her insides are tightening and relaxing as if trying to milk what's deep inside me out.

Her teeth descending now, with a quickness of a snake she strikes my neck, sinking deep into my mark, eyes rolling back for a second in bliss before I can refocus.

She's using her strength now against mine. Trapping me against the bed, not wanting me to get out of her.

"Victoria." The word comes out in an anguished plea.

Still, she doesn't move, holding me against her with teeth that are buried in deep just like my cock is buried as deep as it can go. She's no longer rolling her hips. Instead, her orgasmic pulses are running along the length of me. I can feel myself losing the fight, the pleasure coming hard and fast in deep waves. With a deep thrust that brings my hips to meet her's, then pulling my hips back, so I barely make it out of her before I explode between us. Toes curling glorious, the orgasm, is like nothing I have ever experienced.

It takes a few minutes to calm myself enough so I want to talk, it's when her hips slowly creep forward trying to sit in my mess that I need to lean away to pick up my shirt quickly from the ground to clean us both up.

"What was that Victoria? We agreed about this." I need to create some space between us. The way she's looking, the hormones that are pounding into my blood stream want me to go another round.

"You can't do that again." Looking once again in my suitcase, searching just in case I missed seeing the box. Getting dressed because I can feel her eyes burning her wanting trail all over, goose-bumping my flesh.

"You can't do that again Victoria." Rummaging through the cooler for something to drink. I need to quench my thirst before I wet her's again.

"Fin, I just couldn't stop. This is the first time I have ever experienced a full heat cycle without medication. I don't even know what to expect. I just couldn't stop myself. I'm sorry. It's as if something was taking over my reasoning. I couldn't control it Fin." I don't blame her, I blame myself for being so careless when it came to my taking care of things.

Opening the case of beer I take one out setting the rest outside where the blast of icy wind stings against my heated face.

The cold is mind clearing.

Looking out the window while waves of desire pound into my back, heat so hot saturates the air, the fire almost out but inside here is a sauna as both our bodies start to produce a layer of sheen.

Pheromone luring scent.

"Am I going to be able to trust that you won't do that again?" She doesn't reply instantly, letting the question just hang suspended in the air.

"I'm not to be trusted." The cottage walls feel as if they are closing in on me. Trapped with an Alpha she-wolf who is desperate for what I have. I have no protection to prevent this from happening. Banging my head against the wall, it's mind over matter. I just have to be stronger than her.

My demon is making an appearance laughing and laughing until holding his stomach, falling off the counter. I was hoping that I wouldn't see the fucker in here...wrong. The word being drawn out in a slow hiss out.

"Are you hungry?" Needing to focus on something else besides Victoria sitting naked on the bed and the demon who is watching me with curious intent.

"Yes." She tries to smile for me as I try smiling back to her. The seriousness of the situation weighing my shoulders down, along with her's.

Taking out the papers that Judy has made, looking in the cupboard for dishes. I can hear each article of clothing that is sliding slowly along her skin. Super sensitive hearing is making even the dying fire's crackling amber sound loud. All my senses are tuned into her; everything is all about her and helping her consuming needs.

Her smell once again clinging to my skin, it's a perfume that would make even healers turn from celibacy.

Opening the door so the mother nature can slap my face with her freezing breath. I need to clear my head again, taking the frigid air into my lungs. Bringing the rest of the beer inside.

"This is not how I thought it would go down, Victoria." I can't look at her; I'm already starting to lose my mind again with my overpowering needs.

"I'm sorry, you can leave first thing in the morning, Fin. I'll understand." She turns away from me, laying on the bed, bringing the covers over her head. Pressing herself against the wall, curling up into a little small ball, holding herself tight. She looks as if she is that pup again except her bed never had covers.

Instead of making a meal I decide to drink my dinner, opening can after blessed can of beer up. Her breathing changing into a regular softer rhythm until she's fast asleep. Sitting down by the fire watching the flames eat away at the logs I just put in it. The beer is making my nature slightly numb enough to not just entirely focus on her.

I had this little thought that we would have meals at her table, talk about things. Get to feel more comfortable in each others presence. We'd play some cards, listen to music I brought with me. I'd introduce her to some of the songs that I like. Maybe get her interested in something that I like to do while listening to her talk about what she's passionate about. All this is ruined because I didn't do one last check to make sure I had what I needed.

The demon, handing me a tissue from its pocket as if he thinks I 'm going to cry. I feel like it, but no tears come, just a sad regret that this could have been great for us. Instead, I have to be on guard constantly from a she-wolf who has Mother Nature behind her.

Blurring eyes are looking out of a head that keeps dipping forward in drunken need for sleep. It's late when I finish the case, Victoria not making a sound. Her sleep seems peaceful, compared to the war I am raging within myself.

Opening up my eyes, my breath coming out in little puffs of vapor. Looking on the bed, she's gone. Looking outside I see a trail of pawprints deep in the new snow. Her trail is the only thing that runs along the white carpet of winter.

Lighting the fire, looking once again at the directions that Judy left me. I read over it once assembling everything I need. Putting the cast-iron pot on the stove while I peel, chop the carrots and potatoes, the meat already searing in the heat. The spices giving off a homey scent that competes with Victoria's strong fragrance. Putting the lid on tight, my turn to change from skin to fur. We need to hunt up our mate.

She's left a scent trail in her path, leading me to a burrow that's freshly renovated the dirt freckling the white at its entrance.

Leaving her to nest, now the wolf wants to bring his female peace offerings so he can be allowed into her entrance.

Four rabbits die in his jaws, one gobbled down immediately just to sate his hunger, but he's not feeling the need for food. He wants something that only she can provide him with.

Whining at the entrance as if begging her to come out, this wolf who is a master to all is begging like a bitch. She has a way of turning us into things we never thought we would be.

She comes out, shaking her fur looking at the offering. The wolf standing up straight on front paws like a king of the wild. Growling low in the base of his throat as she approaches it's hard for him to relinquish his kill but he does it for her, only her.

Snatching the rabbit she crunches it in powerful jaws that rival his. Almost as thick as he is, her black coat standing in stark contrast with winter. Only after she has finished, her meal does she allow him the entrance he seeks. Looking around it's picked out perfectly, elevated up the inner chamber protected in case of spring floods. It's dry, warm, the wind unable to cut inside. Her fallen fur is already lining the ground in a nest to catch the pups with.

Licking her jaw, rubbing his body against hers. Little barks are bouncing off the dirt walls in approval. As she exits her well thought out den, we follow that tail that's raised high in the air. Her head is looking over her shoulder as she starts to sprint into the snow cutting her path across the landscape.

The snow clinging to her underbelly weighs her down, so she's not as fast as she wants to be. She's easily chased down, playful nips to her rump, bumping becoming more of a test of her readiness. Standing behind her the wolf mounts his female holding her still by the neck, front paws gripping around her.

Locking together in the Nature of Love.

The afternoon is turning into dusk the moon starting to climb that slow ascent into the sky where night is pushing the day away.

She retreats to her den without the intention of coming out. I pull on the scruff of her neck, whines lining the walls. He's annoying when he wants to be.

She relents with a low growl not happy to be leaving her comfort. It's a race back to the cottage, tumbling over one another's body in the high snow my wolf getting there just before her's.

Dressing quickly, looking up she remains naked, standing gloriously in the fading light of day. I just want to trace my fingers down the points of her back.

"You need to get dressed Victoria; you can't parade yourself like that around me. I'm barely holding it together."

Tossing her my shirt, she puts it on sitting at the table, with nothing underneath. Stocking the fire, ladling the stew into bowls. Placing one in front of her, her cheek brushes my forearm. Staying like that while I run my fingers through her hair, she sighs, while bringing her head into my stomach, having a soft moment makes the smile on my face raise.

Sitting opposite her, she has her chair pushed out slightly; I can't look away as her thighs are spread slightly, as if giving me an open invitation to look, nose flaring with her arousal. Her grip on the chair holding herself in place cracks the wood. She's fighting so desperately hard, not moving from her spot while I lose my mind with want.

Pushing my chair away, the stew is the last thing I want to eat at this moment.

Taking her hand, the shirt is easily discarded, while she bounces off the mattress. With one hand restraining her wrist above her head, stretching her body out before me. Her breasts, heaving up and down, a little flick of my tongue has her already moaning out.

With my other hand, I undo my pants pulling myself out of them. With a flex of my hip, I enter in one motion, her intake of breath is sharp. Even my toes flex with the depth she can take me in. Legs are wrapping around my waist tilting her pelvis up, meeting my pace. It's demanding, my need growing with every stroke. She bites into my shoulder, lips bloody.

Sensations seeping in deep, my hungry mouth finding hers.

Licking

Biting

Devouring

Juices are flowing, increasing my pace, so she has no choice but to take it all.

"Finian." My full name has never sounded so sexier coming from her lips.

Getting ready to pull myself out because I'm very close again, "stay inside me just a little longer, I want to feel you." Breathing her words into my mouth. My body is wanting to follow her requests. Just another stroke and I'll pull out, telling myself over and over again until she's screaming out her climax, withering, twisting, underneath me. Her insides clenching, pulsating inside in contractions that try bringing my essence out.

Her lips finding mine, kissing fiercely.

"Stay inside, me." Her hips are now slowly rotating, "This feels so good." Eyes are closing, back arching, chest pressed against my chest. I can feel her nipples grazing across my chest with each roll of my hips, skin hyper aware of her skin.

Pulling out of her with the greatest reluctance, taking myself in my hand doesn't take long while my eyes rake over her nakedness. From base to tip in long gripping strokes, my moans are filling the room with the music she can make me create. Spilling myself all over her stomach making sure nothing even gets close to her entrance. I would love just to enter her again once I'm done, but it's too risky.

Getting off her, finding a napkin, I need to put a box of tissue next to the bed because I'm going to need it.

Wiping her off than myself, contemplating to burn the napkin or not. Instead, I crumple it into a small ball; she wouldn't do that.

She's not to be trusted at this moment. The demon is now taking his usual perch on my shoulder.

The look that she's giving me is one of a question.

"That female that was carrying your pup, how come you did that inside her. You knew she was in her heat." Her accusation is flying towards me with a gentle slap in the face.

"I never once did that inside her." Tossing the napkin in the garbage, promising myself to go back and burn the thing once she's not looking.

"When the time is right, you will be the only one I will ever do that inside during your heat. You'll be my first, but I don't want pups yet,

so this is a solution I think can suit up both." Still, she looks at me with all those questions swirling inside her mind. I can tell her emotions are flowing in with rising anger.

"Then how did she come to carry your pup? I'm confused." It's a mocking face she's giving me.

"I never cleaned myself off of her." Snarling her anger towards me, just has me waiting until the emotion passes before another more meaningful emotion hits her eyes.

Greedy lust.

I'm all too willing to give into her greedy desires again.

The next week has us eating in the morning before the wolves are let out to play, it's a race always to the den. It's a lot of body bumping along the way, nipping rumps and flanks in animal flirting. She's playing, her soft side finally coming out of all those years of horrendous education. My wolf is more than happy to play with his mate. Show her that the world can be so much more than teeth and claw.

She's beaming, you can tell by the way she holds herself, the way she's jumping up and down, chasing her tail along with mine. Prancing instead of shoulders slightly crouched waiting for an attack. Her whole body is loose, no anxiety noted. She feels safe with the wolf in the wild without any other wolves around.

She won't allow us entrance until we go hunt up something for her to eat, which gives her time to make the inside more comfortable for puppies. Always my wolf makes a show of looking inside the den, inspecting every inch of it. Barking his praise to her, licking her jaw, pressing his head against her cheek. She puffs up from the praise with her yips in the air. It's as if a new wolf is emerging out of her harden shell.

A loving, beautiful, gentle wolf.

Always it's a struggle to pull her away from the den in the evenings. It's the game of chase that is her undoing.

The evenings are a struggle to get through dinner, to feed ourselves before another form of eating takes place.

The first time she straddled me on the chair I almost lost it. Taking me out of my pants, sliding herself down on me while staring me in the eyes. The only female who can do this for an extended period.

She begins to move up and down; my shirt is removed from her body, soft curves pushing against muscles. Mouths explore and open up as tongues meeting greedily. Leaning back against me her hands slid up my belly, while she rocks herself up and down, hands roaming over my chest, knuckles brushing against my nipples before entangling in my hair. Her tongue is flicking over my mark.

A cry shrieks the air as I bite into her neck with a powerful upward stroke of my hips. Replaced by my tongue, licking, sucking her skin with the downward descent of my hips. Only to bite her again with my raising strokes. Picking up her pace, only makes mine faster and deeper.

Fingers grip and pull in a pleasurable pain her tight nipples. Cries and moans only spur me on. My moans groan out, only for her ruby lips to devour.

"I love the feel of you inside me, Finian." Her low words are slipping out between tongues that have fallen in love with one another. Kissing her has become my most guilty pleasure.

Picking her up by the ass still buried deep inside, legs wrapped tightly around me, mouth against my neck, sexual scents rising, pheromones releasing. Thrusting into her harder, faster she continue's to rock her hips into me, meeting me with her want. My pants slide off my body as I step out of them.

Laying her on the mattress, pulling her ankle to rest on my shoulder, driving myself inside her as far a possible only to roll out to shove right back in. Over and over again, watching the bounce of her breast with each powerful stroke. Her hands restrained above her head; heels pressed into the back of my thighs trying to hold me deep inside.

"I want to feel you cum inside me Fin." Her words are so tempting to follow. Just a few more strokes I tell myself, while her core starts to squeeze tight, biting my lips with her descended teeth, claws coming out of her nail beds. She starts to throb around me, the feeling of her liquid pouring out bringing me to my edge.

"Just cum a little, if you don't like it then you can pullout." Her tongue swiping my nipple, sucking it into her mouth.

"Please, Fin." She kisses me deeply as if feasting on the flesh of my mouth. This is stretching the limits of my resolve. She feels so good, wet, so warm. My eyes are closing in the sensation of her to the point I can feel it start to build inside myself. Letting her leg go while I tell myself to pull out of her but my body continuing to pump in and out not following what my mind wants.

With a drawn out moan at the very last possible second, pulling out almost too late as I start to cum all over her body in long powerful pulses.

"That was too close." Scolding myself severely in the heavy breathing aftermath.

This time the box of Kleenex is at hand, ready to wipe away my mess that now has to be burned. She was eyeing the garbage up; I had to burn it all away.

Taking the last piece of tissue, the box is empty. Opening the wood stove burning both the tissue and the box, stocking it up, Victoria lays sleepy along the bed's edge, watching me with dreamy eyes.

With practiced ease, sliding in next to her. Holding her tightly as we both fall asleep in each other's arms. Nothing is awkward between us anymore. Our bodies so use to the closeness now that I couldn't imagine not holding her against me as we sleep arm in arm, chest to chest, legs entwined.

A lump in my throat rises, the emotion of this is powerfully fulfilling my most basic needs satisfied, not sexually but emotionally. She is becoming so much more than I have ever thought possible.

Kissing her forehead before exhaustion claims me.

Whimper escape a mouth that opens my eyes. A body on fire beside me, Victoria withering in pain so powerful she cannot fight against it. The moon's rays shining from between the blinds, the only light to see her by.

She's having a hard time breathing; I feel her pain as if it's my own. Waves of cramping are devouring my insides. Touching her body soothes it down only to pop up somewhere else with another wave of misery.

"I need you Fin." Begging, she's begging me for something only I can give.

Touching every inch of her skin that I have memorized in the last week together. It's just not enough.

A groan of pain tumbles out of my mouth with what she has to go through. Without thinking I enter her in the way her body demands at this moment. Her claws are ripping my back up, teeth sinking all over my chest and shoulders in her painting of want.

Her whimpers are starting to turn to moans, turning into cries as I become more vigorous. Our bodies fuzzing as one, her eyes changing swirling with her wolf's who's soul I can feel just under the surface of the skin. The inferno of her body is only eased with the touch of my palms all over her skin. Her body is responding on its own, the smell of her, the sound of her, the feel of her all too much for me to fight against.

She's quivering all over, skin just on the edge of a shift while my skin feels the same way the wolf just under the surface at this moment. My maleness sliding in and out, growls of pleasure from the wolves vibrate out. Increasing the pace, my needs taking over, becoming too powerful. Bodies slapping together.

Now her neck angles submissively to my eyes; it's too much to take with a roar sinking sharpen teeth deep into her flesh holding her still while I continue to trust myself deeper and deeper into her. My claws are coming out to grip into flesh she has no way of escaping.

Animal instinct taking over, each muscle tensing growing and growing with the pleasure that's coming hard and fast. Her body's bliss is coaxing me forward into my spasming release. An eruption so powerful that I can't take a breath. The sensation seizing, paralyzing me in my place until I have emptied everything inside me out to be buried deep into her.