The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“Don’t do that,” he moved over to her and lay his head on her lap, looking up at her. “Stay here with me until morning, and I’ll prove I’m a werewolf. And I can keep you warm, too. That shirt stinks of him, and I don’t like it,” he snarled a little, and she froze.

“I don’t want to stay naked with a wolf all night?”

That wolfish smile returned, and he lowered his head, “I think you do; you just don’t want to admit you do.” His tongue ran over her inner thigh, and she glanced toward the edge of the woods.

“Not fair,” she whispered.

“Not going to compliment my tongue like you did my eyes or fucking skill?” he licked her skin in a slow, deliberate drag over her inner thigh.

Her cheeks flushed, “Oh… I… I didn’t know…”

“That I could understand you? Yeah, I know.”

Her legs stayed together, and he pushed his tongue between her upper thighs.

She bit her lower lip and pulled the shirt back off as she opened her legs to him, a tremble to her breath, “You do have a nice tongue.”

He withdrew his tongue, “You’ll stay until morning then?”

She nodded, a slight pout to her lower lip.

He grabbed her foot with his mouth and pulled her away from the tree in a gentle motion. She started to complain, but he curled himself behind her and nestled his muzzle beneath her leg, lifting it onto his side as he resumed licking her.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

It was easy for her to close her eyes and revel in his attention. The last thing she remembered was stroking his belly as she bit her lip. She didn’t voice it, but she contemplated whether or not she’d be open to sucking the wolf’s dick. She was leaning toward maybe, as long as he let her be in control. She’d bring it up in the morning, convinced he’d still be a wolf, and she’d still be crazy thinking he could speak. Werewolves didn’t exist; that was the only thing she felt confident in.

~

He watched over her as he licked her. She seemed unsettled as if she had something on her mind but didn’t know how to voice it. That her hand kept stroking his belly, inching closer and closer to his dick again, didn’t go unnoticed by him. But she kept dozing off, and his licking slowed. She seemed exhausted, and he wanted her to rest. The next couple of days would be hell for her.

When it was near time for the sun to come up, he knew he couldn’t stay next to her. His movements were gentle and deliberate, an attempt not to wake her as he got up and moved further into the tree line. It wouldn’t be long before the first rays of the morning sun would be over the horizon, and he would go through the painful transformation back to a man.

A very naked man, it occurred to him. His clothes had been shredded in his transformation the night before. Having been so enamored with her in the bar, he’d waited until the last second to leave and didn’t have enough time to pull off his clothes and get out of sight. He’d tried to undress as he ran, but it simply didn’t work, and he ended up still mostly dressed as he fought against the pain that racked his body as he changed.

With her so near, he knew he ran the risk of waking her if he didn’t stay in control of the pain. As the sun peeked over the horizon, he raked his claws down a large tree, embedding them into the trunk as sa distraction. It started in his stomach; it always did. A sharp, stabbing pain that brought him to the ground. He huffed, his eyes closing tight. It would only be a few minutes. It used to be longer, but he’d stopped fighting it some time ago, and the transition had gotten shorter the more he accepted it.

He’d even made it all the way through the last few times without passing out. He hoped he could keep that up. He didn’t want her to wake up to him gone, further lending to the idea that she was simply crazy.

His legs were unsteady as he lifted to his knees. He hadn’t passed out. There was that. But he also felt much weaker than usual, only then realizing he never finished eating. Well, he didn’t finish eating his kill, anyway. He wasn’t sure what that would mean for him for the next transition. The last time he tried to avoid eating, he became ravenous the next time he turned. Pure animal, no man remaining. He didn’t want that to happen with her first transition.

Ash managed to crawl back over to her, curling himself against her back and holding her against him. He’d intended on staying awake to reassure her and explain himself better than he had during the night. He pulled her hair away from her neck and kissed beneath her ear, causing her to shift back against him.

He closed his eyes and smiled; she still smelled like arousal. His teeth closed along her neck, but he didn’t bite down. He just held her there for a moment. He didn’t want to wake her yet, so he refrained and forced himself to do nothing more than hold her.

His body would retain the wolf’s warmth for a few more hours. He always felt feverish after the transformation. Her skin felt slightly cool, and he welcomed it. They balanced each other, and it helped him fall asleep behind her.

~

The sun intruded on her sleep, filtering through the canopy of trees in a much harsher way than the moon had the night before. She winced as she opened her eyes to the brightness of early morning. She looked around, trying to figure out where she was and why a man’s arm was under her head and lying over her hip.

Something about the night before came back to mind, and her eyes widened. The arms were still attached to a person, right? A living person? She hoped it was a very alive living person who was also the guy she’d gone into the woods with. The rest of the night was just a chaotic fever dream, right? Maybe drug induced? Had she taken anything the night before? She remembered being high on the rush of arousal, but nothing more illicit than heady lust.

Her movements were slow, trying to turn onto her back so she could see who was behind her without waking him. Okay, the man she’d come into the woods with the night before was tall, handsome, blonde. He was a bit of a dick, but he seemed like he could give her what she wanted.

She drew in a deep breath when she got into a position where she could see her mystery cuddler. Ohh, shit. That was not the guy she came into the woods with. He had long, wavy silver hair, dark eyebrows, and dark stubble along his chin and cheeks. Her eyes lowered, and soft, silvery hair covered his chest and trailed down his stomach. She let her gaze wander a little further, but he stirred and moved closer to her before she could get past his belly button.

He was muscular and tall. Over six feet easily. His face was chiseled, and he had a small cleft in his chin. Damn. He’s fucking gorgeous. Who the fuck is he?

Her hand reached out to him, and he grabbed her wrist without opening his eyes, “If you wake me before I’m ready, I will bite you.”

There was no threat behind his tone but something playful, taunting. He opened one eye, and she saw that it was a bright green shade. It reminded her of peridot. It was… striking. Her breathing quickened along with her pulse, and her eyes widened as he held her wrist for a moment. His thumb caressed above her pulse, “Though,” he said after a long pause, “I suppose we should probably get dressed before we’re found by someone.”

“Who are you?” she finally managed as he lifted himself onto his elbow and leaned over to her.

“Don’t remember last night then? I thought it was pretty special.”

“I left the bar with you?”

He smiled, “No.”

Her eyes closed, and she swallowed hard, “Are you Asher?”

His lips were on her jaw as he nodded, “Yes.”

“That wasn’t a dream?”

He chuckled, “No, my sweet… Hmm. I don’t think you ever told me your name.”

“And I don’t think I will,” she said as she pulled herself away from him and covered herself as best she could.

“Well, you can tell me your name, or I can call you kitten. Your choice.”

“Or, you can not call me anything and… and just leave me alone.”

His smile was annoyingly endearing, and she didn’t like feeling manipulated by it. “I feel like I should call you something considering I’m going to need to stay with you for the next few days.”

She scoffed, “What? Why?”

“I scratched you.”

“And?”

He tipped his head, his smile widening, “And you’re going to have a bad couple of days, kitten. Then a really bad week next month, and the month after…”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Kitten? Tell me your name and I won’t.”

She started walking toward the edge of the woods, and he got up and ran after her, “Your clothes are the other way, kitten. I suggest we go and get them, then you can go out in front of everyone getting their morning coffee.”

Her brow furrowed as she looked at him, “I…”

His hand caressed her cheek, “It’s okay. I didn’t hurt you last night, I’m not going to hurt you today. I just want to help you through what I did to you. You can say no, but I think you want me to stay. Maybe you’re afraid to let me?”

She nodded, “Kinda. I don’t know you, but I feel like I can trust you and I don’t ever feel that way about anyone.”

“Okay, let’s work on your clothes first, then we’ll figure out the rest.”

Her eyes lowered, then immediately lifted to his face, “You’re naked.”

“Yes, yes I am. I was hoping to grab Nicks’ clothes after we get yours for you.”

“Nick…” her hand lifted to her mouth, brow furrowed, “You killed him…” she backed away.

He held his hands up, “The wolf did, yes. I am not always the wolf. One night a month, that’s it.”

“And you scratched me,” she repeated his earlier comment.

He nodded, “I did. It was an accident. Are you okay?”

She shook her head, “No. Not really, no. Am I going to be a werewolf?”

“You are. That’s why I need to stay with you a few days. I’d like to see you through it. My fault after all.” He looked toward the edge of the woods, “We should probably go get those clothes before a park ranger comes through? Or a jogger…”

She seemed torn, but her clothes sounded right. She pointed down the trail, “His are at the end of the trail, in the clearing.”