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My dad only nodded and hurried me out of the bar. He never let me go back. Later, I heard him talking to Mommy about how the no violence rule of that bar was becoming a detriment and he was going to have to shut Bob down. No violence meant no one could help the girl, even if she wanted it, doesn’t mean she deserved to suffer like that.
Memory lane shatters when I hear my own teeth chattering. Even in my wolf form I’m getting too cold, and as I look over at my enemy I realize he’s too cold too, and having another nightmare. Sighing, resigned to what I know I have to do, I crawl in the alcove beside him and lay my body half over his. I won't sleep, I refuse to sleep, but I refuse to die just because the only source of heat is a dirty, smelly Dark Moon wolf.
“Are you like your old Alpha, stranger?”I push the thought into his mind, trying to wake him with the image from my memory, but his nightmare continues.
Annoyed, I tug on his ear until he stills. If he’s like the Dark Moon’s old Alpha I’m in serious danger. If he’s like Richard I’m not safe here, not when he could wake up and take my body on a whim, but there's no other choice.
The warmth from this body seeps through his fur and into mine and soon we both stop shivering. The warmth relaxes my body whether I want it to or not. I melt against his back, scooting as close as I can. I don't even realize it when I start to fade to sleep, despite my declaration to not sleep no matter what.
* * *
When I wake up, I stretch leisurely. I’m so comfortable, so warm, and there's a blanket over my fur.
I freeze, eyes flying open. We were asleep on the blankets, how is one over me?
I stand up fast and hit my head on the roof of the alcove, making me yelp. Laughter, deep and resonant, answers my pain from somewhere in the cave. I look around wildly, and there in the dark, is a man. I yelp again, unable to help myself as he walks towards me in the darkness. It’s just like the dream, he’s coming to devour me. I scramble to the back of the alcove as far as I can go, baring my teeth and snarling. I won’t go down as easy as that Dark Moon wolf girl did, I’ll die first.
“Relax, Princess,” he says to me.
He crouches and strikes two rocks together. A fire sparks to life near the alcove. He’s burning old boxes, furniture long since fallen apart from years of neglect. I blink, trying to let my eyes adjust to the brightness that blooms in the otherwise dark cave. If I were in my human form, my jaw would have dropped.
The man who tried to kill me stands in front of the fire, his skin glistening and wet. He used the spring to wash the blood away, and he’s standing in front of me in all his glory. His tan skin looks golden in the firelight, his legs strong and thick, his dick—
“Oh my moon! Put some clothes on!”I shriek, hiding my eyes behind my paws.
His laughter is warm, different from last night, which I try to ignore. I can't think straight, I keep seeing his cock in my mind. I’ve seen dicks, changing into a wolf and back while naked means you’re bound to see a good share of cocks and tits alike, but his… I peek between my paws, he’s just standing there, head thrown back and laughing at me.
My eyes are pulled to his manhood like a magnet, and when I stare at the thick shaft and domed head, he quiets. I’m frozen, not realizing I’m staring so hard until it starts to lengthen. It gets thicker, harder, longer…and then it’s pointing right at me. My eyes travel up slowly, he’s so muscular; his six pack leads up to a thick chest with a tattoo of a howling wolf in tribal print. His shoulders are strong, neck long, and his face…
Through his five o’clock shadow I see his mouth parted, hear his heavy breathing, and his dark eyes are heavy with need. A need my body is mirroring, whether I like it or not. My mind floods with thoughts of breeding, my body under his, and I lick my lips.
He steps forward and I snap out of it.
It doesn't matter if he’s the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, he’s still the enemy. I grab a blanket with my mouth and toss it at him before growling and turning my back on him. I stare at the wall and listen. His breathing is still rough and as he tries to tie the blanket around his waist he grunts in pain. I peek over and watch him struggle, his broken arm held to his chest as he tries to cover himself with one hand.
“For fuck’s sake…turn around…”I growl through our mental link and sigh as I crawl out of the alcove.
I can't just let him struggle like this, not when it’s partially my fault. I step forward warily, sniffing him. He smells much better now, his natural musk earthy and reminding me of pine trees. I shift back to human as quietly as possible and when I’m standing behind him as naked as the day I was born, I freeze in place.
His back…he’s so strong. Scrapes and cuts cover rippling muscles and intricate tattoos. He has them everywhere, I realize, and I reach out and almost touch a shield that’s tattooed on his back with the Dark Moon motorcycle club logo on it like a coat of arms. He clears his throat, trying to turn his head and look at me, but I push his head back forcefully.
“Donotlook at me, wolf,” I snap, and he chuckles, leaning his head into my hand and shivering.
“If you’re gonna help, could you hurry?” He looks over his other shoulder and our eyes meet, but I’m too close now for him to see my body.
“You should have just stayed in your wolf form, idiot!” I snap and grab the blanket out of his hand.
I reach around and wrap it around his waist, shivering as my breasts brush his back. My body catches fire, my nipples hard as rocks, and then I graze his cock with my fingertips and gulp hard. He doesn’t move, pretending it never happened, but as I tie the blanket over his hips, I see a damp spot grow where the tip of him tries to push its way through the blanket. For some reason I find that thrilling… I’m not going to think about why.
He starts to turn and I shift back into a wolf faster than I ever had in my entire life. By the time he’s facing me, his cock is pointing at the nose of a wolf. He sighs and runs his good hand through short black hair, looking down at me.
“I changed because you thought I stunk.” he says simply, walking away to crouch by the fire and warm his hand.
“You…heard that? Did you hear…everything?”I ask, a whine slipping out of my throat as I go around the fire and sit opposite from him.
“Richard was a bastard, Princess. But when his son took over everything changed. Girls tried to offer themselves to Ryder and he refused. He tried to put his mom in rehab but she ran off instead. It’s not like it was when we were kids.” He groans and sits crossed legged on the ground, looking at me through the fire.
I can see the wolf he is in those dark eyes, and it chills and burns me at the same time.
