PROLOGUE:
I strain against my sheets, tossing within the heavy material, gripping the fabric held in this heated nightmare. The material burns between my fingers, like sandpaper scratching inside my damp hands, I clutch it as if I'm being sucked inside.
The pull draped and drawn by the bright blood moon. A brushstroke of vibrational darkness.
Coats the walls of the woods.
The same dark creaks and shaded trees I get lost in every night. I'm frightened of the dusk that spreads and the large shadows that cast. The tall tainted trees beyond the slopes that surround the whole land. I'm helpless to the pointed scratches behind me.
Heavy claws.
Slowly slicing the pathways of dried leaves. It echoes off the broken branches near my feet. The sprint surrounds the heavy sounds. The spirit of running howls and heavy breaths.
I'm being tracked!
A broken twig snaps.
I tuck myself behind a limb, barely thick enough to create a barrier of protection.
I'm as thick as easy, prey.
Full figured of perspiration and hot heated in the cold breeze. I'm scared and shaking in my light pajamas.
I gasped from the crackle behind me.
Dead leaves.
My hand quickly covers my mouth. It binds my lips from shivering a cry for help! My breath quickens like my heartbeat that speeds up inside my chest!
My feet move, but I'm tackled forward. The game is to escape. The prey that runs wild is an easy catch, just like the shivers of the shadows off the moonlight. It dances with fear.
A man.
No, a Wolf!
I dream of him.
Haunting my sleep.
His blue eyes.
I can't explain the hint of his red irises!?!
He always catches me in defeat and burns me within his hold. Tempting me with fear or the heavy thick licks at my thighs. Nuzzling for more drenched fear. Raising it to nibble at my soft flesh. I can't remember every detail, but the temper he expresses if I don't give him what he wants.
His fangs.
My body.
He will drag me.
Rip at my clothes.
Before he nips at my panty covered lips.
I always wake up sweating. A scream ripped by the tremors clutching my blanket. Petrified of my weak emotions. The mixed feeling of fear and aching need.
It's like my forbidden fruit is his.
His territory.
His need!
His.
I race down another path. The chase a weak thrill to his game. He can outrun me, but he loves tempting his prey.
I'm yanked back by my hair. Pulled back into a large bare muscled chest. Such fine hair covers it. His heat burns against my back. The large claws barely sliced down my arms.
I'm enclosed to submit.
The hold strong and firm.
He growls into my hair, puffing out black wisps. He never talks, but I know what he needs, and I catch myself struggling within.
I'm so scared.
I'm too frozen to fight, and it does nothing to wake me up. Even the temptation leaves me breathlessly, closing my eyes.
Once wolf paws, now giant clawed hands grip my blouse. It rips completely down the middle, exposing my large naked breasts. They bounce in anticipation. The cold air blasts my goosebump flesh, making my nipples pointy and so frighteningly hardened.
My pajama shorts hang low at the waist, and I feel his long nails slide up my thigh. Slowly creeping inside the little peeking pocket. I'm frightened of the cut. The deep bite to my skin. I tremble beneath his daggers that slowly stalk around my slit.
I open my eyes wide.
Captured within his arm, the hairs on his arm fade as solid muscles appear. Chiseled lines cover all over his skin. His hot breath on my ear coils my insides.
I'm held from moving.
The first touch over my panties rubs me through the indentation of my moist lips. Slowly dragging his firm finger back and forth. Tweaking the hidden hood of my clit. The treacherous silence of it swelling of juices coats the air.
Even his heavy breath sips for a taste.
I struggle as my panties are slipped to the side. He cups my sex squeezing my drenched swollen slit before spreading to his finger. It extends deep inside me as I clench inside.
Touching.
Petting.
Rubbing it around ever so slowly.
Intoxicating my doubts.
I bite my bent lip struggling to be free. Hoping to wake up! Begging for this sexual nightmare to be over.
His chest rumbles.
He caresses me lightly, sensually, patting my parting lips before bringing it up over my head. The sound of deep suckling as he licks at his human fingers.
Teeth scraping his wet palm.
He growls loudly.
Before he shifts his head high, facing the night sky, and ferociously howls to the moon.
I screamed!
