Wolf Six's Salvation

. As soon as the remnants of her underwear were off her body, she felt his stubble against her inner thigh. Her hands went to his hair as he began to lick her, lapping at her labia like the thirstiest man in the world. The long strokes of his tongue immediately began to get her worked up, and she writhed into his face. Soon, however, he began to make the strokes shorter and shorter, concentrating on just her nub.

As his tongue began to rapidly flick against her clit, she found herself quickly rising up. The combination of the heat from his body and the sweat that was already forming on the both of their bodies made her super aware of every move that he made. It felt like nothing she had ever experienced before. It felt like heaven.

She opened her eyes and looked down at him, only to see his yellow eyes looking up at her with a lust that could never be sated. He was drinking in her entire body with his eyes, every dimple, every inch of her skin. Her chin tilted up and her eyes rolled back into her head as his efforts intensified.

She, too, felt an animal desire within her. She didn't know if it was related to the werewolf gene, only that he could feel the wolf within him and that it was affecting her thoughts as well. She began to moan in a way that she never had before, just as the first wave of the orgasm hit.

She squeezed her legs together with strength she didn't know she had, drawing him in further. His strong hands moved to hold her at bay as he still licked her furiously. Her hips continued to buck as he pleasured her, wave after wave of sheer ecstasy running through her like a drug.

As she began to come down off her orgasm, he abruptly stopped. She caught a flash of his teeth, his incisors grown out to a longer length, just long enough to be noticed. He kept his eyes locked on her as he removed his belt and pulled down his pants. His penis was huge and erect, and she could tell that her body was all that he could think about. As he stood before her for a moment naked, she realized that she could never be apart from him again.

He only stood like that for a moment before he was upon her, moving faster than she had ever seen a man move. She heard his guttural growl as he began to kiss her neck, his hips arching toward her. She could feel his huge manhood press against her velvet folds, and she yielded to his advances. In a moment, he was within her, filling her completely. She could feel herself spreading to accept him, and it was a feeling that she knew she would never get used to, and certainly never tire of.

Within a moment, he was thrusting furiously within her. His tongue moved from her neck to her breasts, hungrily licking at her nipples while she writhed under him. Her hips arched, and she dug her nails into his back, trying to draw him in deeper. This time she knew she was drawing blood, and it only seemed to spur him on. The wild lust in his eyes as he looked up at her confirmed that he was lost to his own impulses, a beast out of control.

He wrapped his arms around her back and flipped her over, putting her on top of him. She began to writhe on top of him, her hands going to her hair and mussing it up as she rode him. The heat of his body had caused her to sweat, and it now ran down her body in droplets. Her forehead was sweating too, matting her hair and making her exert herself more. She loved every bit of it.

He looked up at her, and they locked eyes. Chloe could feel the psychic link between the two of them, could literally hear the feelings of his lust as he thought them. She saw herself as she was through his eyes, and she had never looked more beautiful.

He leaned up and put his hands on her back, pulling her down. Then he began to thrust hard and fast, pushing up inside of her as quickly as he could. She practically screamed in his ear as his hand grasped at her hair, pulling it tightly. She felt her body open to him, felt him hitting that spot over and over again. Her entire body began to shake as her muscles twitched. He felt her clamp down on him, the muscles inside her massaging his manhood and it just turned him on more. Her mouth opened in a wordless scream as the most intense orgasm of her life seared through her body.

He kept thrusting until she collapsed against him, gasping for air loudly. Their sweaty bodies slid against each other until she lifted her head again and saw him finally smile. Soon, the smile faded away as the wolf began to plow into her. Her moans intensified once again.

Suddenly, he pulled out of her. He moved out from under her and positioned himself behind her. She eagerly backed up into him as she felt his erect member press against her velvet. As he entered her, she heard him hiss with pleasure. She moved back and forth on him as his hands grasped her ass, digging his nails into her. She had never been so turned on.

He began to thrust, going even deeper than he had before. She felt herself growing to accommodate him, making room for him. She felt herself rising toward orgasm even quicker this time. With every thrust, his nails seemed to dig deeper into her.

Suddenly, Jackson leaned down and grabbed onto her hair, pulling her up. She arched her back, the sudden pain shocking her and making her gasp. He wrapped his other hand around her neck and breathed into her ear as he continued to drill into her. Chloe could feel him swelling within her, knew that he was close to release. It drove her that much closer to orgasm.

A low growl left Jackson's throat, and without warning his mouth wrapped itself around her shoulder, his teeth sinking into her flesh. The pain was intense at first, making her arch her back even more and tense up, even as he kept making love to her. Soon, though, it seemed as if their bodies were merging, as if they had always been a part of each other, like he was fitting himself in a slot meant just for him in her body.

She had never felt so close to another human being, and as she felt the first warm splash within her, time seemed to freeze. The two of them explored each other's minds, growing closer as they came together. Chloe's body shook violently while Jackson's jaw clenched and relaxed. Neither wanted this moment to ever end.

Eventually, though, it did. Jackson's jaw relaxed and released Chloe, and she slumped to the bed. She was practically catatonic with pleasure. Jackson leaned back and sighed with his own pleasure. However, when he looked at her beautiful body relaxing on the bed, he saw what he had done to her.

He jumped up immediately and went to get a towel. "Quent told me I wouldn't hurt you. That I couldn't hurt you."

Chloe was puzzled. "Quent said that?" She reached back, touching the wound with her fingers. "It doesn't hurt."

Jackson returned with a towel. He began to wipe at the blood that had dripped down her back, then applied pressure to the bite mark. "Hold this here. I'm going to get something else to wrap around it while we get you to a hospital.

Chloe stood up as soon as he was off of her. When Jackson returned with a shirt, he saw her looking at her back in the mirror. She was smiling.

"What are you doing? Keep pressure on the wound!" he said, moving toward her quickly.

Chloe giggled. "It's already healed. See? No new blood."

Jackson looked closely. "Unbelievable. Some of those puncture wounds were deep."

Chloe smiled as she looked at it closer. "You're telling me. I thought you had gone rabid for a moment."

He moved away from her. "I can't be with you any longer, Chloe. Who knows what I might do next time?" He began to pull his pants on.

Chloe moved to him. "Hey! Look at me!"

He looked her in the eye. His eyes were back to normal, but they were still full of love for her. She moved his hand to the bite mark, letting his fingers run over it.

"This isn't a regular bite. This was meant for only me. This is your mark. We're connected now, you and I."