Alpha Girl (26 page)

After we’d walked for an hour, Mr. Stone found a clearing and laid a picnic blanket down. We sat together as he began to pull out food, and drinks for us.

‘Usually I can’t eat when I am so close to a transformation,’ I told him. ‘But with you, I think I can.’

He smiled and squeezed me hand. ‘Are you sure you want to do this? There’s always the possibility of being separated. There’s no way we can guarantee staying together once we have transformed.’

‘I’m sure,’ I told him.

Part of me was curious to watch Mr. Stone’s transformation. I wondered if he was indeed the wolf that had attacked me when I was a little girl. I’d never be able to forget the beast that maimed me as a child. Its jet-black fur, those yellow eyes, and that putrid breath. I’d know at once if it were him.

And what if it
was
him? Would it upset me?

My mother’s words crossed through my mind.

‘The curse can be reversed if the monster that turned you is killed.’

Nonsense
, I thought.
I could never lose Mr. Stone, even if he was the one who turned me.

Besides, it wasn’t his fault; he couldn’t control it.

‘Hungry?’ he asked, handing me a plastic plate.

‘Famished,’ I replied.

Mr. Stone had brought an excellent selection; pasta salad, bread rolls, a roasted chicken, a thermos of coffee, coleslaw, chips, and chocolate. I didn’t know how we were going to finish it all, and I feared it would come back up within the hour.

Mr. Stone and I lay upon the picnic blanket and stared at the canopy above, wrapped in each other’s arms. He checked his watch.

‘One hour to go,’ he told me. ‘Are you okay?’

‘Never better,’ I whispered, nuzzling against his neck.

He smiled and tilted my head up to kiss me softly. Arousal instantly spread through my body at the touch of his lips.

My skin prickled, and I could feel the heat spreading. I couldn’t be sure if it was because of the impending full moon, or my affection for the man. Perhaps the two combined were an intoxicating mixture.

I smiled against his lips.

‘I want you,’ I breathed, lacing my fingers through his hair. His scent was dizzying, and I felt high.

He chuckled. ‘Here? Now?’

I nodded fervently.

‘I think that’s the hormones talking,’ he whispered, kissing me again.

‘I don’t care,’ I said.

Mr. Stone growled and rolled on top of me. ‘It’s hard to control myself … so close.’

I felt it too; the animalistic instinct that was taking over my body. The usual pain, and suffering of the full moon had been replaced by arousal and lust.

‘We’re going to have to get naked anyway,’ I smirked, ‘before the transformation.’

His lips brushed my throat lightly, sending arousal rocketing through my body. I gripped the leg of Mr. Stone’s pants, my knuckles turning white.

‘Be careful what you wish for, my love,’ he said, biting my throat gently.

Mr. Stone pressed his whole body to mine, burying his face into the curve of my neck. I felt his chest heave and the simultaneous brush of his eyelashes, soft and delicate. It was erotic torture.

I held him tightly, raising one hand to the back of his head to stroke his hair. Mr. Stone pulled away from my neck, a dark purple bruise forming on my nape. His eyes darted between mine as things unspoken were shared between us.

Mr. Stone lowered his lips and, finally, secured them around mine. Our mouths opened and we shared breaths before our tongues met.

He gripped my hips, curving his palms over the points of my pelvic bone and pulling me closer.

The touch of his mouth and hands derailed most of my words. I stuttered when I tried to speak.

‘I want – I need-’

Before I could finish Mr. Stone's mouth closed over mine, jolting me with a raw, urgent kiss. He sucked on my top lip, his tongue sliding across it before darting into my mouth again. As I met his kiss, arousal spread through my body and between my legs.

As he pulled back from my mouth to breathe, his arms wrapped around my waist to hug me to him.

My arms tightened around his shoulders, clutching at him, a warm thrill rushing through me with the realization that he wanted me -
needed
me. Not even the setting sun would stop us.

My fingers closed around a fistful of his hair, and I arched my neck and pulled his head low. I held him there until his lips, his tongue, pressed against my skin.

After a minute, Mr. Stone pulled away, flushed and breathless.

‘Rose,’ he breathed. The sound of my name on his lips was bliss. ‘Maybe we should stop.’

I began to undo the buttons of my blouse, ignoring what he had said.

‘I could hurt you,’ he whispered. ‘I don’t know my own strength … at this time.’

‘No one is here to interrupt us, Tom,’ I said.

‘Oh, God,’ he groaned, leaning into me and burying his face in my neck once more, kissing my pulse-point. My heart skipped as his fingers curled around the hem of my blouse.

‘You have no idea,’ I breathed, ‘how much … how long-‘

‘I’ve wanted you since the day I saw you,’ Mr. Stone confessed, helping me unbutton my blouse. I wriggled free of it, throwing it away. It landed on a tree’s branch and hung there. He looked at me in my bra and jeans, wild lust in his eyes. I saw a flicker of the animal behind them.

Frantically, Mr. Stone planted fast, hot kisses over my stomach, before dipping his tongue between my breasts.

I wrapped my arms around him, bringing his mouth to mine once more. My hips pushed against him, and I felt the warmth of his erection through his trousers.

My hands slid down his back and clutched his bottom, pulling him flush against me. I had my legs wrapped around his thighs so our bodies could be as close as possible.

Mr. Stone groaned softly, his mouth opening against my cheekbone, just beside my ear. He pushed my hair away from my face, and breathing quickly he whispered, ‘I need you.’

Pleasure flared in my belly as his erection pressed against my crotch. I couldn’t remove my jeans fast enough. He helped me, until I was wearing only my underwear and bra. We lay upon a blanket in the forest, nature surrounding us as the sun began to set.

I curled one leg around his hip, pulling his body closer.

Mr. Stone’s warm hand traveled down my thigh, until found my panties, which were soaking wet with arousal. I felt him smile against my mouth; pleased with the effect he had over me.

He pulled back the elastic of my underwear, sliding his large hand inside. He was warm against my skin, and butterflies erupted in my stomach.

‘Yes,’ I whispered, my hands curling into fists, as his middle finger slid between my folds and touched me, lightly and slowly.

I shut my eyes, and my voice trembled when I started to speak. ‘Tom.’

Mr. Stone dropped a kiss into the curve of my neck as he slipped his finger inside me.

I moaned softly, as his hips surged forward and his erection rubbed against me.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I’d go mad if he didn’t hurry.

I felt the throbbing of his erection against my thigh. I reached down, searching for the button to his pants. I found it, and unfastened it.

Mr. Stone shuddered, exhaling with a quiet groan. His eyes flickered and I thought I saw a hint of yellow in his iris.

I felt his briefs, and it didn’t take long for me to free his erection through the fabric. It was magnificent. Larger than ever before, as though the full moon had engorged him. I saw it throb with desire, a drop of liquid on the tip. He was ready to burst. 

We were splitting at the seams, mad with desire.

My breath stalled as he pressed the tip of his manhood gently against my underwear. He removed his finger from me, making way.

I knew this was the time. Neither could resist. The moon was too strong.

I reached down and shimmied out of my panties with Mr. Stone’s help. He removed his shirt, and pushed his pants and briefs down.

We were naked; natural, like the other animals in the wild.

I wanted him here and now.

Anticipation swelled in my chest as Mr. Stone positioned himself between my thighs, his rigid manhood pointing straight for my desire.

My eyes focused on his face as his hips pressed forward, the bulbous tip slipping between my folds.

Heat surged off his skin like a solar flare, and I pushed against him, wanting more.

His hand closed around my hip, and the head of his cock burned against me. I noticed Mr. Stone's expression was tender, before he pulled my body towards him and slid an inch inside.

Tears stung my eyes as he pushed against me, forcing through the barrier. I cried out in pain as I broke. He was completely inside me; I was his.

I watched as a wave of pleasure washed over Mr. Stone's face. I must be tight. His eyes closed as his mouth opened as his head fell back, exposing the long line of his throat. He uttered a long, stuttering groan.

We were one, and only a sliver of the sun was visible on the horizon. The pain peaked, and ebbed, leaving my eyes wet, and my chest heaving. Mr. Stone looked down at me. His eyes were yellow, and I knew mine would be the same. It was happening, and I wasn’t afraid.

Perhaps the beginning of the transformation was the reason the pain didn’t last long. Regardless, adrenalin coursed through my veins, and suddenly, I was frantic.

Mr. Stone leaned forward, wrapping his arms around my body. He held me so tightly that I wondered if he feared an escape. He pushed deeply into me. I could feel
everything
.

Mr. Stone drew shallow, quiet breaths. My fingertips slid against his face, following the lines of his eyebrows and his lips. I wanted to feel his warmth, the texture of his skin, and the fine hair on the nape of his neck.

I watched our bodies moving together; the sight of the two of us, made my heart feel enormous in my chest. I was taken with love for him, and a breath blustered out of me so strongly that I realized I had forgotten to breathe.

‘Rose,’ he groaned, taking my mouth in a deep kiss.

‘Tom,’ the word came out in a growl. This seemed to spur him on.

I felt surrounded by him, aware of the press of his body. He dropped kiss after kiss, pushing hard.

I shut my eyes, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts, a flush of heat spreading from my cheeks to my breasts. The burn between my legs compressed, and I stuttered his name between moans.

He urged me on between fast, heavy breaths, dropping his voice and growling in my ear, his voice slowly becoming inhuman.

‘That's it.’ A kiss landed on the side of my neck. ‘Come on, sweetheart, that's it.’

We were covered in glistening sweat, our bodies entwined, our breathing feverish. We raced to finish before the change took us completely.

I could feel it beginning.

‘Rose,’ he shuddered, his head tipping back, his yellow eyes closing tightly. ‘
Oh
.’ He cried out and soon the moans were no longer human.

I heard the echo of his howl as I came, the hot pressure between my legs flooding outward. Bright, tingling sparks fired into my belly, down my legs. My knees locked, and my muscles tightened. I felt my hands shaking, as I tightened like a vice around him.

Mr. Stone followed me quickly as the sun vanished behind the hills.

It was time.

I focused on his face as he came inside me, groping for his hand. We began to change at the same time. I frantically interlaced our fingers, my breath hitching when he squeezed my hand. I could feel his bone’s changing.

‘I love you,’ he murmured, his weight crushing my chest. My affection for Mr. Stone surged, and I was able to hang onto my humanity for that split second longer to witness his change.

I watched as his ribs popped and cracked under the pressure of the transformation. Light brown hair began to sprout over his body, my own much darker.

I knew at once that he was
not
the wolf that had changed me.

His howl pierced the night, sending flocks of birds fleeing into the sky.