Chapter 3
“Please, miss, put the book down!” James had managed to climb to his feet and was crouched down in the tent. Most tents don't accommodate people over six feet tall, and James was six inches over that level. It suited Becky fine, she couldn’t have been more than four inches over five feet tall. James was not so lucky, however, and his crouched posture only added to her fear and confusion.
“You’d best believe I’m not putting this book down,” Becky barked back, terrified beyond her wits. This was just way too much for her! This was her holiday, for crying out loud! Why did these things keep happening to her?
“If you’ll just let me out of the tent, maybe hand me a towel or a blanket, and I’ll explain myself to you," James said, pausing to gather his thoughts and hold his hands out in a harmless manor. "You said last night you needed a hero and that you had one, you’re right. I’m here to be your hero; you just have to trust me.”
“What are you on about? I only told that to the wolf last night. Were you here the whole time all of that was going on? Are those your wolves? Is that how you knew about that? Did you leave me to the mercy of that deranged creature? Did you?” Becky’s voice was growing shriller as she asked each question, her voice on the verge of cutting glass.
“No, I don’t know who that other wolf was but the red one was me. If you look into my eyes, you'll see it. I’m a shapeshifter, a werewolf if you will. I was the wolf that chased off the black wolf after it attacked you yesterday.”
Becky looked at the man, certain he was insane. But when she looked into his eyes she jumped inside, because those were the same eyes she’d stared into last night; the eyes she’d gazed at as she poured out her life story, a story she’d never told anyone in her life. Becky wasn’t sure what to believe anymore as she sank down into the airbed. She’d barely been on holiday for two days and she’d been attacked by a wolf, saved by another, and woke up to a naked man in her tent claiming to be the second wolf. Standing up she perused about the campsite, looking at things, picking them up and staring at them before moving on to something else.
James, confused, asked her what she was doing.
“I’m looking for the hidden camera, there has to be one here!” she replied.
“There is no hidden camera, Becky. We are the only ones here,” James sank down into a camp chair after grabbing a blanket to place around his waist.
“Shall I make us some breakfast? Why don’t you have a rest, get off of your ankle, and we’ll talk while I cook.” He shifted around the campsite, picking up the items he’d need and started cooking.
“You’re a werewolf? As in you turn into a wolf every full moon, and go out hunting chickens and squirrels to tear apart with your teeth and paws?”
“No, not that kind, I shift when I choose to. I’m over 100 years old now, so I can shift when I want. I have far more control than the younger wolves do.”
“So do it now then, prove it to me,” Becky retorted.
“Let’s wait until after breakfast, please. It’s very draining shifting back and forth. I need some fuel,” He replied, his weariness breaking through into his voice.
“Alright, I can wait,” She replied, growing more comfortable with the idea. Becky still wasn’t sure she completely believed it but she knew something odd was going on here. She just had to wait a few more minutes to be sure.
They had their breakfast, neither one speaking, and Becky watched him eat. The man was stunning, a definite male who gave off a “don’t mess with me or mine” aura. Even watching him eat was sexy; watching his full lips closing around his fork had her on the verge of squirming in her chair. She felt safe with him, even if she did think he might be slightly bonkers. She began to think that he just may be a werewolf. She just couldn’t dismiss his eyes, they were so familiar. She put her camp plate in a wash bucket and turned back to him.
“Alright, I’m not waiting any longer, show me, and don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m…” Becky stopped talking as James disappeared under the blanket, a wolf emerging from the fabric, shaking out his fur as he emerged. “Holy Shit!”
The wolf just snuffled and then, within a blink, James was standing before her again, every finely muscled, hard as nails inch of him naked before her, once again. Becky gasped and stepped back, falling into her chair with a yelp.
“You weren’t joking. You’re not crazy!” she stuttered out.
“No, I’m not. For me it’s a family trait, for others it’s passed through scratches, bites, and cuts... but the latter is very rare. We’re usually born to it.”
“Oh my, well, erm, oh my…” Becky was at a loss for words again. “Could you put your blanket back on? While you’re certainly impressive I’m having a hard time not staring at you.” Becky told herself her blunt nature was purely situational, and that she wasn’t just being silly and prudish. But she seriously could not look at the man another minute without making an attempt to climb him like a tree.
“How is your ankle now?” James asked as he put the blanket back around him.
“It is better, some more pain relievers and I should be alright for the day. So, why are you out here anyway?” She asked as she took her pills.
“I come out once a month or so to run wild for a little while. I usually stay in human form for most of the month, so it feels nice to let it out. This is the place I usually come to, but somebody bought it last week. It’s been deserted for about 50 years now, so it has always been the perfect place for me. I assumed that it was you that bought it, actually...” His words tapered off and he ended with a questioning look on his face.
“No, I’m a nurse and one of the doctors I work with said his friend owned the place. I don't really know any of the details, but I'm assuming he's the one who bought it last week. I needed a break, and well, I guess if you remember what I told you last night you know the rest don’t you?” she ended.
“Yes, of course. Last week huh? That’s awfully quick to be asking for a favour from somebody that’s just bought the place. Odd,” James said sceptically.
“I suppose it is, isn’t it?" Becky changed the subject. "So who's this other wolf? And why was he out to get me?"
“I don’t know really, and I don’t know that there have ever been any wolves here, other than me. I assumed it was someone you knew or it was the new owner. I’ve not met any other shifters in about twenty years so it’s all very odd to me. But I’ll stick around if you like, or take you somewhere if you want. My motorbike isn’t far from here and I can take you for a ride into town to have your car towed and to find a room,” James concluded standing up.
Becky stood too and looked up at him. “Oh, I’m not going anywhere, especially if you’re going to stick around. I didn’t come all of this way for nothing and I’d bet that bastard doesn’t come back now that he knows he’s not the only wolf in the village. You’re much bigger than him, and he knows it," Becky reassured him, pausing for a moment. "Although I would like to go for a ride, if that’s possible? I’ve never been on a motorbike before.”
A huge smile broke across his face as James took her hand, leading her to a chair so she could sit back down. “You sit here and I’ll be back in a few minutes. I won't be long at all.”
He ran off into the woods, completely naked after dropping the blanket. Becky took advantage of the opportunity to freshen up, brushing her teeth using her water bottle. He wasn’t long at all, coming to rest beside her car on the midnight blue and chrome motorbike. He’d slipped into jeans, workboots, a dark green long-sleeved shirt, and a black leather jacket. Her jaw dropped as he pulled up, his eyes hidden behind sunglasses. However, there was nothing he could do to hide that masculine grin. He handed her a helmet, putting one on himself, before he sat up so she could slip on behind him.
“Ready?” She heard from within the helmet. She assumed the helmets must be equipped with speaker and microphones, so she didn’t yell when she said “ready” back to him. The first jolt over a rock sent her further into his back, her legs and upper chest pressing against him. She wrapped her arms around his waist, feeling even more secure now, and rested her head against his back. All she could do was take in the vibration of the bike and the sound of the wind rushing by them. She thought this must be what it feels like to fly. The feeling was exhilarating and filled her senses. James smelled of spice and wood smoke, a delicious combination that made her knees weak with some strange kind of emotional pleasure. It was as though James’s scent alone was wiping out all of the darkness from her soul, the same way the sun had blasted through the fog and the darkness yesterday to wipe away the shadows in the valleys. It was all very strange, but how often do you meet a werewolf after getting attacked by one? If this was insanity, Becky thought, then she was going to enjoy the ride!
They rode for hours, coming back only when night was starting to settle in and the wind grew chilly. They’d stopped a couple of times, for lunch and bathroom breaks, but the majority of the time was spent riding through the English countryside. Becky had adored every second of it.
Becky wanted to ride with him forever, but her bum was starting to get sore and the pleasure of being wrapped around him all day was starting to unsettle her. On the way back, she started to think about the things he’d said, about how old he was, and how old he might live to be. She realized how little she knew, and resolved to start asking questions before getting too involved.
James sorted the bike while she went over to start some dinner, the pain in her ankle totally forgotten now. Watching him she wondered how to approach him with her questions.
“Ahem. Well, that was great James! I really loved it, thank you! I hope we can do it again soon!” she blabbed out.
“We can tomorrow if the weather holds up. So what do you want to ask me?” It was as though he’d known what she was thinking!
Gaping at him she mumbled a bit then blurted, “Are you married?” She wanted to hide in the tent after asking it so bluntly.
“No, I’m not, I’m not currently seeing anyone either. I have no children and no living relatives, either.” He said with a reassuring smile. “I also don’t work currently, I live off the proceeds of wise investments I made when I was younger and I keep to myself most of the time. It stops questions about why I’m not aging very fast and other such annoying things. I won’t see anyone from the village for months sometimes, as I go out of my way to stockpile the necessities I need or have things delivered to my house. Which, by the way, is just over that hill to the left there. You can barely see it from here, it’s just a speck..." He trailed off as he held his arm out, pointing towards his home.
Becky took that moment to look away to hide her reddening face and to look where he pointed. She couldn’t see much at all, but smiled anyway, knowing he had a real home to go to. He lowered his arm, letting it rest against her hip, and she forgot about what she was cooking. She’d been thinking about his lips all day and how she wanted to feel them against her own, to taste him. She wanted to run her fingers through his silky looking red hair. It matched the colour of his fur and it was beautiful. She wanted to know if it was as silky as it looked.
Turning to him, she brought her face up to his, hoping he’d kiss her. He obliged her, his lips slowly moving down to her own. Hot, intense heat and a deep longing were all she felt as his lips pressed into hers, a thrill of pleasure going straight to her core. She wanted to ease the ache there, to feel his fingers in her pussy…. but he moved away, his breath shaking in his chest.
“I would like nothing more than to kiss you all night, but we need to set camp up for the night and eat the dinner you prepared. Finish that up and I’ll get the fire going.”
Becky wondered if she’d done something wrong, as he almost ran away from her. Feeling a bit hurt she finished the meal, opened a bottle of wine, and set their plates on the table, waiting for him to finish with the fire.
She wasn’t very hungry, but she did have three glasses of wine that went straight to her head. The day, the night, everything had been beautiful and she was happy again. There was no sign of the other wolf, and James was still here with her. The night could not be more beautiful. Then, as she was soaking up the calm of the moment, she fell out of her chair.
Snorting with laughter she watched as James rushed around the table, pulling her away from the fire. “I do believe you’re drunk, little one,” James whispered to her.
“I believe I am as well, tall one. Come here and kiss me.”
“Not while you’re drunk. I wouldn’t take advantage of you that way.”
“But I want you to! You have the most beautiful mouth, made for kissing. Not to mention the rest of you… I need to touch you, to feel you!” she hoped she wasn’t slurring.
“When you’re sober,” James replied sternly, caressing her face.
“No, now!” And with that she pulled his head to hers, wanting to taste the wine on his tongue so fiercely she pushed her own between his lips and gave her own satisfied moan when he groaned deep in the back of his throat. She thrust her hands beneath his shirt wanting to feel his skin against her palms.
She leaned back, into the ground, a dirty but sexy laugh escaping as he followed her down to rest between her thighs. He thrust into her then, unable to stop himself.
“Oh!” she cried out as pleasure rocked through her. They still had their clothes on and already he was pleasuring her!
She pulled the shirt over his head, still kissing him, his lips full and wonderful against her own. She felt his nipples tight against her palm and tweaked them with her fingers, another satisfied laugh escaping as he thrust against her again as she did that. She made a mental note that he apparently enjoyed having his nipples touched. Becky left his mouth for a moment, running her tongue down his throat to nibble at his shoulder then lower as he braced his arms over her head. He thrust his hips into her again, his cock long and hard against the zipper of his jeans.
James flipped her over, pulling her clothes off in the process and removed his jeans, wanting to see her in the firelight. The light of the flames danced along her long lean back, over the muscles of her bum, and across her tightly muscled thighs. He touched every inch of her, from the nape of her neck to the bottom of her feet with light butterfly kisses, making her giggle and squirm beneath him.
He flipped her over again, making sure the blanket was placed beneath her still, and began the same light kisses on her front. As he moved back up from her feet he started to use his tongue and a harder pressure as he moved over her knees, up her thighs, and to her centre. Nudging her legs apart he knelt above her, looking at her incredible beauty, the fire light dancing over her tummy beautifully, and he wanted more from her.
James trailed his fingers up her thigh, begging her to open wider with his touch, and whispered, “Open for me.”
She did as instructed and let her legs fall wide apart, letting him truly see all of her. He looked his fill before sliding a finger into her opening, testing to see how moist she was. She was absolutely dripping but even that wasn’t enough for him. Leaning down he let his tongue slide up her slit, concentrating on her clit as her hips jerked in reaction.
He played his hands over her stomach, up to her breasts, and squeezed her nipples tightly until her hips moved again, thrusting into his open mouth. Becky moved beneath him, unable to stop the movements of her hips as she begged him for more.
Her eyes closed. In theory she was shutting out the black sky and bright stars, but she could still see them, still see him with his tongue buried within her folds, pushing her higher and higher until she burst. Her hips thrashed as she moved against his face, his fingers inside of her curling into her, pounding into her to drag her pleasure out even more.
She cried out as she came, her pleasure filling the night air with moans and sighs now turned into cries of joy. She’d never felt like this before; never had this experience before, though she’d had sex before. It just hadn’t ever felt this fucking unbelievable. She wanted to return the favour, but he was inside of her before she could speak again, his cock stretching her pussy wide with its width.
She cried out again and again as he thrust into her, lost in him and the sounds he made. Her earlier drunkenness was gone, replaced with the sheer high of fucking James.
“You feel so good Becky, wrapped around my cock, squeezing it like that. Oh fuck, I want to be inside of you forever!” His words thrilled her but she wanted more. Always more.
She pulled away from him, pushing him down on the blanket so that she could take him inside of her again. She gasped as she sank onto him, his cock opening her even wider this time, and slowly started to move, building a rhythm that pleased them both. She leaned forward on her arms kissing him deeply as she moved, letting him fill his hands with her breasts. He flicked her nipples, sending sparks straight to her pussy, and moaned against his full sweet lips. Her movements became frantic, her ass grinding into him as she started to cum again. Wanting him to cum with her, she tweaked his nipples again, sitting up so that he could do the same and they exploded together, their cries breaking the silence of the night.
She slumped against his chest, spent and exhausted now, but her body was not done yet, waves of pleasure still flowing through her. She could feel James’s cock still pulsing inside of her, filling her full of his seed. She wasn’t worried, she was on birth control and he’d told her earlier that werewolves didn’t get human diseases so she knew they were both safe there too.
The ability to form words was slowly returning and Becky lifted her head to look at James. “That, my tall one, was incredible!”
“Yes, it was, thank you my darling, shall we move into the tent now?” James suggested. “I don’t want you getting eaten alive by bugs.”
“Only if I can spend the night kissing you until the sun comes up. Otherwise I’m not letting you up!” she said, her words muffled against his chest.
“I think that can be arranged, Becky. I have a few things in mind for the night myself.” He pulled her up and carried her to the tent, looking around once more before zipping the enclosure shut, always aware, always vigilant and watchful for this woman that was quickly becoming the world to him.