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his piercing green eyes. He sniffed my neck, my shoulders, my crotch, as he circled around me. When he came back to me, he started nipping at my hand; not enough to hurt me, but enough to make me bring it out and show it to him. Without warning, the wolf gave me a sharp bite on the wrist. His teeth broke the skin in a way that I knew would leave a scar. He rubbed his snout into my hand, as if to apologize for doing that, and gave my wrist several long licks to stop the bleeding.
    “You were the one, so I marked you,” he said, raising my wrist to his mouth, and almost like magic, his teeth marks fit my scar perfectly.
    In the glistening light, I could see they weren’t just teeth that he had: they were canines.
    At first his story scared me, as I wasn’t sure how to take it. I’d heard rumors of them - werewolves - but like anybody else, I thought that’s all they were - just rumors.
    He reached for my cheek again and I flinched. He seemed concerned and almost offended by it.
    “I won’t hurt you. I promise to protect you,” he said. “Close your eyes. It’s still me.”
    I closed my eyes, partly because I was afraid, partly because there was still a part of me that wanted to obey him, and then his lips touched mine.
    His thick, soft, delicious lips, massaging my lips. His tongue was dipping into my mouth, running itself along my tongue, teasing my lips and my tongue, and I couldn’t help but kiss him back.
    His kisses were deep, they were passionate, they were memorable. I loved the way he exhaled as he kissed. I loved the way his head bobbed back and forth, and how both his hands held my face in his palms. It thrilled me how he growled with pleasure. My hole was aching for him again: it was calling, beckoning, for his thick cock to come back. I wanted - no - I needed him inside of me again.
    He must have sensed that: maybe he could smell the desire in my sweat. He lifted me up and allowed his cock to slip deep inside me until I was sitting on his balls.
    I wrapped my arms around his neck. He rocked his hips back and forth as his hands gripped my rump.
    I lifted myself up and down his pole slowly at first, allowing it to slide in and out of me gently.
    “Uuuugh,” he groaned, and it turned me on even more. I wanted to please him: I needed to. So I rode it up and down faster, clenching my cheeks together as I did, swaying my hips to his rhythm. We were in perfect sync.
    The sensation felt electric. We kissed deeper and deeper, our rhythm getting faster and faster and faster until...
    I felt his juices shoot deep inside me, and I couldn’t help but cum at the same time, all over his hairy chest.
    I collapsed on the bed and he collapsed beside me, both of us trying to catch our breath. He pulled me closer, and I could still feel his hardness behind me between my cheeks.
    “Mine,” he repeated, this time kissing me on the back of my neck. “Mine.” And I started to drift off with that promise still on his lips.
     
    I don’t know when I fell asleep, but it must have been two o’clock in the morning when my eyes cracked back open. Startled and suddenly feeling alone in the big bed, I tried to look around. But I couldn’t move properly. Something was holding my wrists together. It was coarse and scratchy, and it bound my wrists behind my back and kept me from being able to move myself. With a great shift, I rolled from my back to my side, and I saw the silhouette of Buck standing by his bedroom window. He had a look of concern on his face as he looked through the open drapes.
    “Buck, what is going on?” I asked, confused.
    He sighed. “They’re coming.”
    “Who?” I asked, his tone sounded concerned.
    “The pack,” he said, his voice steely and removed. Then I saw a beam of headlights flash across the window and turn into the driveway. Who was out there? Were they coming here?
    “What do they want?” I asked him.
    “You,” he said, looking at me for the first time. There was rage in his eyes, and