Four

They waited half an hour and the door opened again. Sylvia stepped in with a flourish, like a magician’s assistant and gestured at the girls with both hands. She said, “Daddaa…!”

Behind her Mark and another young man, probably in his early twenties, stepped in. They were both in evening dress. Mark burst out laughing. The younger man looked guarded. He was extremely handsome and radiated an animal magnetism that was similar to Mark’s but more restrained, and in some ways more intense.

Maria got to her feet. She said, “Mark? Will you please tell me what the hell is happening?”

He spread his hands. His face showed nothing but delight. “My mother is a pure wonder. Quite simply, I said I wanted you for my birthday, and today is my birthday!”

Sylvia spoke. Her voice had become husky. She said, “Cún, that one is your un-birthday present…”

Cún looked at Leah. His expression was contemptuous.

“So, Mark gets the hot college professor, and I get the street trash.”

Maria was shaking her head. “Mark, come on, snap out of it, this is insane. You can’t do this…”

Mark pulled off his jacket and threw it on the floor, undid his bowtie and began to remove his shirt. His smile had shifted from being delighted to being dangerous. He said, “No, that is where you’re wrong, Maria. We can do anything we like.”

She glanced at Cún. He was staring at her. He had his lip curled into a snarl and he was tearing off his clothes. Leah was crawling back into the corner, but Cún was ignoring her. Both Cún and Mark were focused on Maria. They were both naked.

And then the world went crazy.

Mark hunched his shoulders and a deep, inhuman growl came from his throat. Cún closed in behind him, curling his lip and snarling. Mark pressed in close, pushing Maria against the wall, sniffing her hair, burying his face in her neck, gripping her shoulders, then sliding his hands down to her waist. She closed her eyes and let out a small cry. Terror flooded her. There was a fire burning in her belly. She stammered, “No…Mark…no….” and pushed against him.

She could hear Leah screaming hysterically. There was something wrong. Mark’s muscles were rippling as though with a life of their own. They were hard, too hard, and corded like steel ropes. And under her palms his skin was not skin. It was coarse fur, like a wolf’s.

She opened her eyes and screamed.

He was not human. He was more than a wolf. He was bestial. His head was wolf-like, but huge and diabolical. His shoulders and chest were massive and muscular, and the hands that held her were huge, powerful claws. He growled again, deeper in his chest and crushed her to him. His strength was terrifying.

Then there was a horrific snarl and a movement that was too fast for the eye to follow. Cún was on them, clawing savagely at his brother. Mark lashed out and suddenly they were both thrashing on the floor, biting and clawing at each other. Maria’s heart was pounding. Her mind was in turmoil. She could not think. She could only feel. And in her wild, storm of emotions, as she watched Mark and Cún savaging each other, she was horrified to realize that she wanted Mark to win.

She watched him grab hold of his brother and hurl him across the room, to crash against the wall. Cún rose, his back hunched and his hair bristling, and he slunk slowly towards Leah, sniffing at her as he went. Leah watched him approach in petrified fascination.

Mark turned and glowered at Maria. His eyes smoldered. His chest rumbled. She trembled. She could hear her breath coming fast and short. With a dizzy wave of nausea, she realized she was hungry for him. A voice in her head was whispering to her, no one would ever know. It would be her dark secret. As he approached her, slow and massive and savage, she was hungry for him. She let the sheet drop, feeling the thrill of her own nakedness. It was sexually intoxicating. She looked into the beast’s eyes and felt the terror of his power, and the indescribable pleasure of surrendering to him.

He took hold of her small, supple waist and crushed her against him. His thumbs played with her nipples and he bit savagely at her neck. The volatile fear mixed with the sheer pleasure, was like nothing she had ever experienced in her life. It was wrong, so deeply wrong, and that was what made it so exquisite. She gripped his massive back and clawed at his shoulders, crying out - inarticulate, animal cries - as he thrust against her.

In the corner she could hear the primal sounds of Cún ravaging Leah, and her small whimpers as she surrendered to his power. The sound fired her to deeper, more insane excitement. She fell to the floor and the beast that had been Mark rose over her. His torso rippled with huge muscles, his head was diabolical. Her eyes fixed on his and the excitement she felt drove her beyond reason. She spread her legs and cried out for him. He took her hips in his hands and penetrated her. He was like stone, deep inside her. She clenched and screamed. She felt the quick spasm, screeched involuntarily in her throat, staring into his face and held her breath as he began his slow, deliberate rhythm.

The pressure of his hips against her inner thigh, his powerful hands on her ass, his iron hardness and the friction of their moist skin, sent stinging tingles through her flesh, driving her to rhythmic spasms of uncontrollable pleasure. And then he was roaring. His huge voice echoed like madness around the black room as he pounded her. She screamed, releasing her breath, tearing savagely at his back, biting at his shoulder until they both collapsed, he on top of her, between her legs, gasping hot breath on her neck.

There was silence. Her mind was reeling, but she was too exhausted to think. The shoulder that lay across her throat was not covered in hair. It was a muscular shoulder but it was a man’s shoulder. The head next to hers was not bestial or lupine, it was Mark’s head and it was human. She had hallucinated. It had been an insane hallucination. They had probably been drugged.

She heard a shout from the door. “Mark! Mark!”

He rose on one arm, looking across the room at his mother who still stood in the open doorway. He was smiling, but it was no longer that dangerous smile Maria had seen before. It was usual, debonair playboy smile. But she was becoming aware of another sound. It was a horrible, grunting, slurping sound. She tried to stir and move, to see what it was, but Mark was still heavy on top of her.

She said, “Mark, let me out. I want to go home.”

And then she froze, as Sylvia’s voice rose into an insane screech.

“Kill her! Kill her and eat her! You are a disgrace to your family and your father! Finish her!”

Mark rose and faced his mother. He said, “No, I won’t.”

“You have to!”

“I don’t have to do anything! For crying out loud, leave me alone!”

“You will never be a true wolf until you make the kill. This is the one! You must make the kill!”

“I will not do it.”

Maria listened to these words while she stared Past Mark at his brother, Cún. She had not been drugged. It had not been an hallucination. Cún was still in wolf form, hunched over, snarling sidelong at Mark, and his mouth, his entire face, was covered in thick, fresh blood.