Vann

Thank god, she was not pushing him away.

His hands closed over hers and urged her to open up the blanket that was wrapped around her shoulders. She responded by folding it around him as they kissed. She was warm and welcoming, and the scent on her skin beckoned him to get even closer. “I want to smell and taste every inch of you,” he said.

Her breath was a little shaky as she responded. “I think I might want that too. But I’m a little worried…”

God, she was so sweet and innocent underneath the tough exterior.

“I don’t want to hurt you, so we’re going to go slow…I’m going to make sure you’re totally ready for me.”

“It’s not that…”

He quieted her with another kiss, then smiled. “I’ll talk you through it.”

She bit her lip.

He waited.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “Would you might if we stayed out here on the deck?”

“Would I mind? Holy shit, woman, it’s only my ultimate fantasy to bone on board my own boat since I turned 14. I’m all in favor of it.”

Vann leaned in close again and kissed her neck, and felt the intake of breath, her rush of blood, her pulse quickening. God, being a wolf was the fucking best when you found your match. The taste and smell of everything was a hundred times stronger than a basic human’s. With the blanket still around them, he slipped his fingers under the hem of her dress and stroked her thigh. She let out a small sigh as they kissed, her gooseflesh rising at the touch of his fingers. He ran his hands upward and over her bra, squeezed a little, and felt her breath catch. She pressed herself closer into his hands. GiGi seemed to like her tits to be squeezed, and he really, really liked squeezing them. His thumbs worked over her nipples and they became hard little buttons at his touch.

“God, you’re so damn sexy, did you know that?”

I didn’t,” she said, her ragged breath causing her breasts to heave closer to him.

“How do you want me to touch you?” she asked.

“I want you naked first.”

“I kind of like it when you tell me what to do.”

He smiled. “Alrighty then.” He scooped her up and tossed the blanket to the deck. “I want to see all of you in the moonlight.”

Moments later she was naked before him. The faint moon and stars and their reflection in the water casting a glow on her skin. He sighed. He regretted nothing in life until now. He regretted not knowing this woman years ago and taking her for himself. Looking at her bare was like studying a perfectly ripe grapevine and not knowing which juicy bits to take first. But he knew exactly where to start. He spread the blanket out and sat down on it, holding his hand up to her.

She put her hand in his and stepped in close. Vann closed his eyes and inhaled her scent. From this angle it was ten times as erotic. He rose to his knees, reached around and cupped her ass with one hand, and slowly stroked her sex with the other hand. First he felt her tidy little bush with the palm of his hand. He heard her gasp.

“Your body is perfection. You shouldn’t hide it the way you do.”

“You’re the first to see me like this,” she said, her words shaky with desire.

“That’s the way it should be. I’m going to touch you between your legs now.” He then began to explore with his fingers. He massaged her folds and she moaned.

“Oh, Vann. That’s…oh my god…”

He found her tiny button of pleasure and she let out a loud gasp. “Oh my god!”

“Is this good, GiGi?”

“So fucking good!”

“Have you ever touched yourself here?” he asked.

“Some…a little…not much.”

“Listen to me, angel face. There’s nothing or be ashamed about. You’re beautiful. Every last bit of you. “

He worked her rhythmically until she stumbled. “Oh fuck, Vann, I need to feel you between my legs. Now.”

Shit, what had he been thinking, making her stand? “Get on down here, babe.”

He pulled her down and she straddled him on deck. Her tits were now even with his face. For the first time he cupped her breasts.

“It’s insane how perfect these are.” He kissed them. “So soft. Your skin is a blanket for my soul.”

“Vann. Will you please break me now? I’m ready for you.”

He smiled and traced kisses over her breasts as she moaned and rocked her hips into him.

“Do you want to take it out?”

She responded by unzipping and unbuttoning his jeans and reaching in, quickly freeing his cock.

“Your hands felt amazing on me. Do you want to hold it for a bit? Have you ever touched one before?”

She gave a husky little laugh. “Maybe a little, but not one this nice.”

Vann leaned back and propped himself up on his elbows, taking in a deep breath of salt air and letting all the sensations wash over him. “We could stay like this all night. We could just stay like this, touching each all damn night and I could not be happier. I am putty in your hands, darlin’.”

“Come here,” she said. She leaned in and kissed his neck. Her legs tightened around him and he rose back up, his arms pulling her in closer. Their upper bodies were glued together. It felt like heaven, and he knew they were not going to be sitting here simply touching each other all night long. Things were hurtling fast in one direction.

She must have been feeling it too because she started making some different kind of noises along with her moans. It got him more excited knowing he was about to unlock her mysteries.

Her hips rocked toward him with need, and he knew it was time.

He quickly retrieved a condom from his front pocket—what could he say, wishful thinking pays off. Safely sheathed, he asked her again if she was ready.

She made a noise that came from the back of her throat, and then she was raking his back with her nails and smashing his lips with hers with a new intensity.

“Here we go, darlin’.” He had brought lube just in case, but he didn’t even need it, she was that wet and ready. He sank in just a bit, and then something took over her. She was like a wild cat. She was squeezing, thrusting, clawing.

Suddenly he felt her hymen give way, he braced for her cry of pain, but it was not in pain that she cried out. It was more like a triumphant roar. Yes, a roar.

It was a sound from another world, coming from this little woman. Vann didn’t know what the fuck was happening, but when he pulled back and saw her face, it had changed. She had the look of a beast, like him, but not a wolf. Very different from a wolf, in fact. Was he crazy or was this new beast … feline?

“Baby, what’s happening to you?”

But he was helpless now, and she was unresponsive on this plane of existence. She was riding him to ecstasy and he was not about to try to stop her. Something weird was definitely happening, but Vann had been all over the world and seen some weird-ass shit. Weirdness just turned him on even more at this point in his life. “Baby, your nails. Oh my god. Yes!” And suddenly she was coming; he felt her body tightening around his cock, convulsing, and the strangest noises were coming from the back of her throat. And then her mouth was at the base of his neck and he felt her bite down. Hard. “Get it, girl,” he whispered. It was excruciating but also a fucking delicious pain. He instantly came, filling the condom and probably spilling over and out. Damn. Who is this chick? Like, really, Who is she?

As their orgasms subsided, he tried to catch his breath enough to ask her if she was OK.

And then, he felt it. The warm, damp dripping down his back. And more of the same on his front. He looked down and saw red. The metallic smell. Whoa. So much blood!

Well, here’s a clue who this girl was. His virginal girl was into some freaky shit and she didn’t even know it. He looked up at her and he saw that she was coming back down to earth. She had a look of horror in her eyes, and her pupils had fucking changed their shape. And as she panted to catch her breath, he could see her teeth, and those were not just teeth. Those were fangs.

What. The. Fuck.

In Thailand he’d been tore up pretty badly by a chick who thought she was a vampire, but this was a first.

Then something come over her face. It was an expression of remorse and panic. She immediately recognized what she had done, and she hopped off of him. And screamed. She said something, but he couldn’t understand it. Or, perhaps nothing was registering in his brain because, let’s face it, he was losing blood.

As Vann opened his mouth to speak, he passed out.