Huntress

Alexa O’Brien Huntress: A Prequel Short Story

Trina M. Lee

Published 2011

Copyright © 2011, Trina M. Lee

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Dark Mountain Books

This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

The faintest sprinkle of rain descended all around. The chilly drops landed on my hair and eyelashes as I looked up into the dark night sky. I shivered and rubbed my arms briskly. I couldn’t decide if it was the cold or fear that caused me to shake.

Watching the others bound off into the night left me feeling alone and more than a little abandoned. More than enough time had passed. Being a werewolf had grown easier in many ways. Yet, I still couldn’t shake the terror and insecurity that came with both the nudity as well as feeling like an outsider among my own pack.

I felt like I was still so new, a stranger amid the rest. Shaz was a newer addition than I.

Even he seemed to fit in better than I did. I didn’t belong here. I knew it deep down, in every part of me. It may have been the fact that I was born with metaphysical abilities, able to work energy.

Or it could have been something else entirely. Either way, I couldn't shake it.

Shaz had hung back upon noticing my hesitance to join the others. I stood in the clearing, watching our pack disappear into the forest. The weight of his jade green gaze was heavy and I almost wished he’d gone on without me.

“Are you ok, Lex?”

I met his eyes steadily. “Yeah, I just don’t feel like I belong here. With them. And with him.”

I could be honest with Shaz. In fact, he was pretty much the only person I felt like myself around. At just nineteen, he was so young yet wise beyond his years. He would have been like the little brother I never had if he hadn’t been a werewolf. And strikingly beautiful whether in wolf form or not.

Shaz nodded as if he understood. Maybe he did. “You love him.” Hearing someone else say it struck a chord deep within me. The truth really does hurt at times. In fact, it could cut like a knife.

I laughed but it sounded fake, even to me. “Is it possible to love and loathe someone at the same time?”

I was painfully aware of our nakedness. I angled my body away, trying to hide what he and the rest of the pack had already seen countless times. The self consciousness wasn’t something I could easily shake. I’d been a naive teenager when I was attacked. Entering into this world of creatures that stalk the night had proved incredibly difficult.

I owed Raoul for everything he’d done for me. Taking me into his pack, teaching me that werewolves were not just B movie characters, he’d done so much for me. He was rough and ruggedly handsome with his long black hair, strong physique and take charge attitude. He was Alpha wolf for a reason.

He was also maddeningly appealing to me in every way. Despite the fact that he was seventeen years older than my twenty-two years, I’d fallen for him. Hard.

“If you just want to hang out here, I’ll stick around.” Shaz’ eyes were all wolf, not a speck of white showed. He needed to shift.

“No, you go ahead. I’m fine. I’ll catch up.” He gave me a look of disbelief so I added,

“Promise.”

His hand on my shoulder was warm and unexpected. I could feel his wolf in his touch, waiting impatiently. He squeezed gently and nodded before turning away. The change stole over him swiftly and suddenly a large white wolf stood before me. His fur was just as white as his shock of platinum hair.

He gave me one last look before trotting off into the trees. I waited until he was gone before giving in to the ache within me. It hurt to deny the change but at least it was possible. It hadn’t always been so.

The shift from human to wolf felt like true freedom. It was fast and fluid and despite what one may assume, only hurt for a split second. Then it was absolute pleasure.

Though part of me longed to run with Raoul, Shaz and the others, I wanted to be alone with my thoughts. When I was wolf, I felt like nothing in the world could bring me down.

The afflictions of the human world were gone, like dust on the wind. It was a sense of peace that I was still getting used to.

Everything in the forest smelled so alive, filled with vitality. From the earthy scent of the grass at my feet to the all encompassing expanse of the night sky above, this was life like so many would never know it. Perhaps I was more blessed than I wanted to admit.

After the attack, it had taken a long time to accept what I was. Survivor’s guilt never really went away, at least, not so far. I’d spent a lot of time fearing that I would become a rampaging monster like the wolf that had killed my family and left me for dead. It was moments like this that made it all bearable.

The sound of nocturnal creatures scurrying through the trees and brush had my ears twitching. I could scent the small coyote pack that lurked half a mile away. They were afraid to get too close to us.

It was the mental gifts I’d been born with though that alerted me to another presence.

Being able to work energy had always made me feel like a freak, until I became part of the supernatural world. Now it all seemed to fit like that last puzzle piece.

Raoul emerged from the darkness, the moonlight dancing on his jet black fur. He was massive, powerful and majestic. I was absolutely enchanted.

He was alone. He stood watching me for what felt like a long time. My heart fluttered and I barely breathed. He was the man who had saved me, taken me in when I had no one and nothing. I adored him.

He came to me, slowly crossing the distance between us. I quivered in anticipation. Since my late teen years, he’d been my hero. Despite the ups and downs along the way, he still was.

Raoul nuzzled me, rubbing his furry face along mine. I leaned into his touch, seeking comfort in it. He shifted to human form fast and knelt before me. I followed his lead so that we both sat in the grass facing one another.

I wasn’t prepared for how fast he grabbed me, pulling me close and crushing his lips to mine. The scent of him overwhelmed me, wrapping me in his musky, masculine aroma.

My mighty Alpha wolf. Oh, how I wanted him. I threw my arms around his neck, burying my hands in his long silky locks. He forced his tongue into my mouth with an aggression that shocked me with delight. When Raoul wanted something, he didn’t ask. He took it. And I was more than willing to let him.

“You can’t hide from me, Alexa.” His whispered words were a growl in my ear. “If you think avoiding a pack run is going to do anything but provoke me, you’re dead wrong.”

“I didn’t … I mean, I wasn’t trying to avoid you. I just wanted to run alone.” I gasped when he bit at my neck with fangs bared. The pain sent a jolt of pleasure throughout my entire body. Raoul forced me back so that I lay beneath him on the ground. Random bits of twig and pine needles dug into my back but I barely noticed when he bit harder.

Sliding a hand down my body, he stroked between my legs ever so gently. He bent to capture one of my nipples in his mouth. The hot, wet sensation of his mouth and tongue coaxed a moan from me.

“You want me. I know you do. Tell me how bad you want me.” Raoul’s demand was as dominant as his touch. His husky voice and the words he spoke had my whole body thrumming with desire.

His hair was soft and silky against my bare skin. I reached to run my hands down his firmly muscled back. “I do want you, Raoul. I need to feel you inside me.” He chuckled, a sound that stirred the embers of the growing fire inside me. “Tell me what I want to hear. Tell me that you’re mine.”

Sucking hard on my nipple, Raoul continued to lightly rub a finger along my sensitive slit. I writhed beneath him and he stilled me by repositioning his weight atop me.

“I’m yours,” I gasped, straining against him. “You know I am.” I reached down, wanting to touch his velvet soft shaft. He moved so that I couldn’t. It wasn’t part of his game this time. Raoul was lost in his domination of me. He was the Alpha male and I was his submissive female.

He hungered for control, rarely giving it up. The wolf was wild within him, seeking only to take me and make me his. Like I had so many times before, I gave myself to him completely.

Was it foolish? Perhaps. But it felt so right.

He bestowed the same hungry attention on my other nipple until I was panting and growling with impatience. I was ready for him at the slightest touch. His teasing tongue traced a wet line down my stomach. My fingers tightened in his hair but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Please,” I heard myself beg. “Now. I need you now.” Raoul ignored my pleas. Instead of responding to my request, he forced my legs open wide and wasted no time in burying his face between them. I gave a small scream when he attacked the most sensitive part of me, assaulting the tender nub with raw animal aggression.

The instant sensations swarmed my brain, growing quickly agonizing in the most beautiful way. It was too much yet it also wasn’t enough. I wanted him inside me.

The moist touch of his tongue was mind shattering. He groaned as he tasted me thoroughly. I cried out when his hands slid beneath me, lifting my hips to give him better access.

The sounds and smells of the night heightened my pleasure.

I didn’t give any thought to such things like the fact that the others could come racing back at any time. All I cared about was that he claimed me the way I desperately needed him to.

He didn’t let up until I was crying out with each breath. Returning his attention to my throbbing clit, a growl rumbled in Raoul’s throat. His fangs scraped lightly against the soft flesh of my mound and I reveled in it.

A howl broke from me when the onslaught of orgasmic waves became too much. Climax crashed over me with a heady rush. My breath came in pants and I opened my mouth to beg him again to take me but he was already moving to do so.

Raoul knelt between my legs, thrusting hard and fast. Having him fill me was what I’d been aching for. My heart raced and I threw my head back, looking up at the stars far overhead.

Surreal. That was the only word that could accurately describe what it felt like to have Raoul buried within me as we moved together beneath the expanse of the night sky. His thrusts were rough, his body demanding of mine. I wanted to answer the call of his wolf, to be all that he wanted.

“Look at me,” he growled, drawing my focus to him. His eyes were all wolf, frightening with their predatory glow. I knew mine looked the same.

With a smooth maneuver, Raoul flipped us over so that I sat atop him instead. Our rhythm momentarily faltered but he gripped my hips with both hands and pulled me down at the same moment that he thrust up. It was pure ecstasy.

A snarl erupted from between my lips and I flashed fangs at him. He smirked and reached for my breasts, holding them as they bounced in time with our motions.

The masculine yet wolfy scent of him filled my nostrils. I breathed it in deep, wishing to savor it forever. Raoul’s smell was intoxicating. That alone could bring me to my knees with desire for him. I would have closed my eyes and let that scent wash over me but he insisted that I meet his heavy gaze.

I couldn’t have denied him if I wanted to. I adored this man. He was everything to me.

Having him inside me, feeling him in and around me, I was lost in a paradise all my own.

I moved fast on Raoul, increasing my speed as the promise of orgasm struck me. I craved the sensation of having him inside me when I came. Nothing could compare to that.

Our bodies moved as one, united by our common bond as wolves and two passionate living beings. Not love though. Many things united Raoul and I. Clearly, there was a certain affection we shared for one another. I may have called it love during times such as these. It wasn’t though. But whatever it was, it was powerful and I was certain, everlasting.

Raoul moaned, pulling me down so that my breasts were pressed to his chest. He bit at my lower lip and I trembled in his arms.

It was as I spiraled headlong into that moment of overwhelming sensation that I felt it.

Though I couldn’t detect the scent of anyone around, I could feel his energy. Another wolf had come upon us.

Raoul was oblivious. The throes of passion overtook him and the power behind every move he made increased. I felt him twitch inside me and then the familiar heat as he came hard, releasing his seed deep within. My body instinctively responded. I couldn’t have fought back the climax if I’d wanted to.

The pleasure pulsed throughout my entire body, knocking me momentarily breathless.

The intensity struck me to the core. Every muscle in my body tensed, those between my legs holding Raoul’s cock tightly. I threw my head back and a sound that seemed to be a howl and a cry mingled came from me.