Before he left Damien helped Sasha get her grandfather into his bed, and then they helped Hunter to her room, where he laid down and quickly went to sleep. By then two men had arrived in a Jeep (Sasha was interested to note it wasn’t a truck) and Damien left. The men didn’t approach the door, they just sat in the Jeep, having it facing back down the driveway, and occasionally one of them would get out and make a slow lap around the house.

It was late, and Sasha was exhausted. She checked on her grandfather, then on Hunter, and then she went to the living room, and after quickly duct taping a piece of cardboard over the broken window, she lay on the couch and fell asleep, leaving all of the lights on.

When she woke it was still dark outside, and she consulted a clock ticking away on the wall. It was four in the morning. She went to her room, saw Hunter there, asleep. With some hesitation, she moved into her room, to the bed, and she pulled the covers back, sliding in beside him.

He stirred but did not wake. Sasha curled up beside him, fully dressed, as was he, and she went back to bed.

She woke when the sun ran across her eyes, shining red in her vision, through her eyelids. She groaned and blinked and rolled away from the sun, putting her back against Hunter.

He shifts then, throwing his arm around her. Her body tensed for a moment as he ground his hips forward, pushing his stiff member against her backside. Sasha thought he had to still be half asleep, that he had no way of knowing what he was doing, but then his lips were at the back of her neck, his fingers pushing her hair to the side there so he could kiss her skin.

His kisses were light and soft, and Sasha closed her eyes and felt her body relax. His hand went to her hips, and he pulled her back against him further, her plump cheeks pushing up against his erection.

“What are you doing?” she asked breathily, but he didn’t answer. He kept kissing her neck, trailing little kisses up and down along her spine, and Sasha found herself pushing back against his member, which was as hard as a rock and felt massive. She rotated her hips, pushing against him, and then pulling away and then pushing against him again.

Since she took over he could move his hand from her hips, and he slid it forward, his fingers sliding under her shirt, the tips running along her flat stomach. She went to turn around, desiring nothing more than to be kissing him, but he put his hand on her side and stopped her from doing so, and then his fingers slid around to the fly of the jeans she had slept in, and the deftly undid the button and unzipped her pants.

Sasha held her breath as his hand snaked down the front of her pants. Strong fingers lingered on the silky front of her panties, and then she was parting her legs ever so slightly as his hand slid between them. He rubbed her womanhood through the material of her panties and Sasha couldn’t help but moan as she felt her juices begin to flow.

They lay like that for a long while, both breathing heavily. His fingers ruled her asher ass pressed back against him. She tried to turn again and this time he didn’t stop her, pulling his hand from her pants so she could. They pressed their lips together, their tongues shoving forward to dance.

As they kissed they began to undress, her hand undoing his fly and then helping to push his pants down, his boxer briefs catching her fingers and coming away too so that besides a shirt he was nude. He broke the kiss long enough to take the shirt off and toss it to the floor, right where he had kicked his pants and underwear, and then they were kissing again, even as he pushed her onto her back and reached down to take her pants off.

Her shirt and bra came next, and they were both nude, their bodies together, his fingers finding her wet spot once more, this time able to slide inside her, and he did just that, and she moaned against his mouth and reached for his rigid member, wrapping thin, petite fingers around it.

Soon he shifted so that he was atop her, and she spread her legs to his hands on her thighs, pushing her legs open rather roughly, but she loved it, and she wanted it, and she reached down to grip him once more and help him slide home.

“Yes,” she groaned, and he went to work. His hips bucked against hers, slowly at first, but soon he seemed to be unable to contain himself. He bent his head to find one of her breasts with his mouth, his lips playing lightly across her erect nipple, the tip of his tongue flicking over it to her immense satisfaction and delight.

“You drive me wild,” he said, as an explanation to the way he was making love to her, quickly, hard, pulling almost completely out and then slamming back down, hitting her spot every time. He was making her own body scream out for his and soon she felt a blissful feeling developing in the pit of her stomach.

As she neared orgasm, hoping against hope that he could hold the furious pace, that he wouldn’t finish before her, she found herself thinking of what he had been, the wolf. She thought of how her mind had just accepted it, how she wasn’t questioning it, Hunter was simply a wolf or a man who could become a wolf, and that was that. But those thoughts were quickly shoved aside by the immense pleasure she was feeling.

She had her arms wrapped around Hunter, her nails painfully dug into his back, her eyes shut tight, and she didn’t even realize she was speaking aloud, but Sasha was, and she was saying, over and over, “Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

He responded to that, his hips somehow, incredibly, picking up speed, their skin meeting with loud slaps. He let the full weight of his toned and muscular body rest upon her, she felt his scratchy chest hair pressing against her sensitive nipples, felt his flat stomach rest upon hers. He reached down, his strong hands gripping her by each thigh, holding her legs open, his manhood sliding in and out of her.

“I’m there,” she said. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. Hunter kept pushing in and out of her and Sasha felt a wave of passion roll through her, from her stomach down to her toes, which she curled as the orgasm rocked her.

When she was done she lay panting, and Hunter took it as a sign that he could take care of himself now, and somehow, once again, his thrusting sped even more, and soon Hunter was practically panting, his head on her shoulder as he continued to buck atop her.

“Inside me,” Sasha groaned. She had been on the pill for years, even when she didn’t have a steady boyfriend because she always had thought being safe was better than being sorry. Sasha had no idea if Hunter could even get her pregnant, she didn’t know what the inside of his body was like. Being a man who could become a wolf, she didn’t know if they could have children, and really the thought was so far from her mind at that point that she didn’t consider things like that until much later.

Without much warning, the young man thrust forward and held there for a moment, and his perfect white teeth nipped at her ear as the young woman felt his hard penis jump inside her as he climaxed. A few more pumps and more sperm, and then he slid out of her, lay on his side and smiled over at her as he fought to catch his breath.

“Wow,” he said, and then they kissed.