Revolting

The two wolves crashed through the forest, trampling the lush green undergrowth. They chased each other, they chased rabbits, they scented a deer that was already long gone but followed the trail for a few miles just for the fun of it. They landed in a little clearing near a small stream, and Michael stopped to lap up the cold, clear water with his tongue. He flopped his big, furry body down on the grass with his tongue lolling out of his mouth, panting happily, feeling the most peace and contentment he'd felt since... well ever. He'd never felt this good before.

The smaller wolf ran toward him, and leapt at him, but while still in midair, she transformed. Michael shook his head in wonder as she landed nimbly on her feet beside him. As fast as a man could snap his fingers, that woman could shift form. She drove her fingers into his fur and buried her face in the scruff of his neck, breathing deeply of his essence. He grumbled in his chest and just took a moment to surrender himself to her soft hands, stroking through his fur, gently kneading into his muscles, sliding across his ears. Playfully pulling at his tail. Michael growled and snapped at her playfully before he shifted back into his human body.

He devoured her with his eyes, appreciating every inch of her lean pale body. She was everything he never knew he wanted, everything he needed, and more. She was absolutely perfect in every way. He trailed his hand down the rippling scar on her face. Even that had come to be beautiful to him. If that witch Eudora had taken away the scar, he would have felt cheated, it was so much a part of her ethereal beauty. Everything about Michael was large, rough and hard, from his calloused hands to his muscular body, even the coarse hair that ran down the center of his chest. And in comparison, she was soft, and sweet. The sparks and the friction between them were hotter and heavier than ever before, until Michael felt like he was about to combust with passion and desire.

Hannah moved over him, straddling his legs, pressing herself against him wantonly, holding his face in her hands. Her love making was demanding, and she took control, pushing his body back into the soft spring grass while she rubbed herself sensually against him, pressing her face into his neck, licking and then biting at his mark, causing his whole body to jerk in response. She worked her way lower, sliding her breasts down the length of his body, followed closely by her lips. and her tongue, and her sharp teeth. She scraped her teeth lightly over his flat nipples, and then followed it with her warm, wet tongue before moving lower.

When she reached his groin, she repositioned herself before she took his member firmly, and confidently in her hands. He was already painfully hard and straining for release. She stroked him slowly, purring in contentment as he groaned and pulled his head back until she could see the cords of his neck. But she was just getting started. She lowered her head and ran her tongue over the tip while her hands still continued to run up and down his length.

Michael's hands came up and fisted into her silky hair. It was trailing across his thighs, tickling him, only adding to the sensory overload. He was careful not to push her down, but only held her head. She set the pace and the rhythm as she pulled him into her hot mouth. She brought him right to the desperate edge before she released him, leaving him panting and growling.

She straddled his hips and lowered herself down onto his shaft, throwing her head back in her own satisfied growl as he filled her. His hands moved to her hips, gripping her tight, and just holding her as she rode him fast and hard. When he started to get close to orgasm, she backed off again, dismounting, rubbing herself on him, changing the position. Over and over she took him right to the edge, until his teeth were gritted, and his body was shaking, and then she pulled away. Sweat was pouring from his body, and he was trembling from the effort of hanging on to the last shred of his self-control.

She pulled herself up and leaned down close to his face, her golden eyes piercing into his soul, her pupils dilated with desire, her lips swollen from his kisses, her hair wild and mussed from his hands. She leaned down until her face was so close, he could see the gold flecks in her brown eyes. Her brow wrinkled up with effort as she continued to rub her hot core against him. Her lips trembled with the effort as she shaped the words. "Mark. Me."

"Hannah-" he was about to protest, but she shoved roughly at his shoulders and rolled away from him. He almost whimpered as her hot body was replaced by cool air. His wolf consciousness was frantic in his head, clouding his mind, confusing him.

He sat up and reached for her, but instead of coming back to him, she lowered herself on all fours and presented her ass to him. She looked back at him over his shoulder, her eyes beckoning him to come and finish the game she had started. Not just the sex, but the entire mating ritual.

With a feral growl he was on her, thrusting into her. Always he tried to be gentle. Always he gave her full control, but this time, in this moment, there was no holding back. His need to take her was primal. His thrusts were deep and almost violent, but she did not whimper or try to escape from him. On the contrary she rocked back into him at every thrust, driving him deeper, feeding the frenzy of need that had hazed his vision.

Faster and harder he slammed into her, grunting with the effort, while she moaned in ecstasy. Both of their bodies were slick with sweat, their cries were getting louder and more feral as they drew closer to fulfillment. His hands reached around her slender body, cupping her small breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples, rubbing his rough palms over the hardened tips.

Her body began to tremble violently, until she finally went over with a scream, and Michael followed her, roaring like a beast, his member pumping inside her as the walls of her vagina clenched and milked him of his seed. There was no more thought, no more reasoning, he couldn't stop the primal instinct that was imprinted in his DNA. He took hold of her shoulders, pulling her up on her knees, and finally sank his extended canines into the tender flesh at the juncture of her shoulder and neck.

She hissed in satisfaction and reached behind with her hand, grabbing his head and pressing it down so that he couldn't release his teeth. Her body shook as a second orgasm tore through her like the aftershock of a powerful earthquake. Long seconds ticked by before her hand slipped down and she finally allowed him to withdraw his teeth. He moved her tangled hair aside gently and tenderly bathed the wound with his tongue, eliciting another moan from his tiny mate. She twisted around so much that they were both on their knees facing each other. His eyes scanned her face and her body for any signs of pain or distress. He'd been so rough. He'd lost all control of his animal nature. He'd mated her hard and fast like a beast. And he'd marked her.

He could see nothing but satisfaction and pleasure in her angelic face. She wound her arms around his neck with a small smile, and pressed her forehead against his.

"Hannah-" his heart was overflowing with everything he wanted to express to her at that moment.

Their bond was complete, and the mind link was open.

Well it's about fucking time, her honey sweet voice sounded in his head.