Full Moon Sin: Erotic Werewolf Mating

Chapter 5

TURNED BY THE ENEMY PART 1

“Hello, is anybody there?” Angela shouted into the dark and dense forest. Nothing answered except the faint rustling of leaves and the distant sounds of the night animals.

Angela had taken to hiking the distant mountains as her own way of solitude and adventure, enjoying the thrill of testing her limits. At twenty four, she knew every mountain, every forest and every landscape. But today, the forest on this mountain side was strangely quiet.

Her tight hiking shorts clung to her firm ass, and her tank top was damp with perspiration, outlining the swell of her breasts.

A distant howl pierced the twilight, sending a shiver down her spine that settled low in her belly but she shook it off.

“Just wolves.” She said, “Normal wolves.”

But the woods grew unnaturally silent. No birds and no rustle of small animals. Only the heavy thud of her heartbeat and the growing ache between her thighs that she blamed on the long hike.

A low growl erupted behind her. She spun, her heart slamming against her ribs but she wasn't fast enough. A massive creature lunged from the shadows. Its eyes were glowing red, its fur matted with blood, jaws dripping saliva.

It was a rogue. Bigger than any wolf she’d ever seen.

She screamed and ran, branches whipping her skin. Pain exploded in her shoulder as claws raked across her back, tearing the fabric of her shirt and her flesh.

She stumbled, crashing to the mossy ground. The beast pinned her, its breath hot on her neck, its weight crushing.

Her eyes widened helplessly as it began to sink its fangs toward her throat. This was it. She was going to die.

She closed her eyes, awaiting death when a sudden thunderous roar shattered the night.

A large black wolf with silver streaks appeared from nowhere, slamming into the rogue like a freight train. The two beasts exploded in a blur of fangs and claws.

Angel crawled backward, blood soaking her torn shirt, her vision blurring.

The black wolf was winning, his every movement radiating raw dominance. He tore into the rogue with a savage precision, snapping its neck with a sickening crunch. The rogue slumped and died.

Then the victor turned to her.

Seven’s golden eyes locked onto the tiny human female. Her scent hit him like a drug—sweet wild berries, warm feminine musk, and underneath it all, something untouched and intoxicating.

His c**k twitched hard against his thigh even as he shifted back to human form, towering over her at six-foot-five, his broad chest heaving, muscles glistening with sweat and blood.

“f**k,” he growled, voice deep and rough. “What’s a human doing in my territory?”

Angel stared up at him, dazed. He was naked, and it felt gloriously so. He had thick thighs, ridged abs, and a heavy c**k standing hard between his legs pointing directly at her, already thickening at her scent.

His face was brutally handsome. Sharp jaw, dark hair, with eyes that burned with alpha power.

She tried to speak, but pain choked her. Blood poured from the deep gashes on her shoulder and back.

Seven dropped to his knees beside her. His large hands lifted her by the waist. He pulled her against his burning body and the contact immediately sent sparks through both of them.

Her soft curves molded to his hard frame, her blood mixing with his sweat. But even in her weak state, she could feel her p***y going wet immediately she felt his hard d**k hit her skin.

“You’re dying, little one,” he murmured, his voice husky. His nose brushed her neck, inhaling deeply and a low, involuntary groan rumbled in his chest. “So sweet… but you’re mine now.”

Before he could do anything else, her eyes closed. Her breath increasingly becoming shallow

At that moment, he wasn't even thinking about Mira, the omega he was promised to from another pack for political reasons. He acted fast, trying to save her before she could die.

His fangs sank into the soft curve where her neck met her shoulder. Immediately his fangs drew her blood, Angel arched violently against him, a strangled cry tearing from her throat.

The bite burned like liquid fire, but beneath the pain, she could feel a forbidden sense of pleasure blooming through her body.

Her n*****s hardened instantly against his chest. Wet heat flooded her p***y, soaking her shorts as his venom spread through her veins.

Seven’s c**k surged to full hardness, thick and veined, pressing insistently against her thigh, desperately searching for a way in.

He held her tighter, one massive hand sliding down to her p***y. “You seem so wet for me already, human. Tell me how much you want me inside you.”

She didn't respond. Her p***y tightened around his fingers, gripping him tight.

“f**k…” he growled. “You're so tight.” He murmured, sliding in another finger inside her p***y.

“Take that,” he growled, his second hand finding its way to her hard n*****s.

He spanked her ass, teasing her against his d**k as he drank her blood and fed her his essence.

The mating instinct roared in his blood as the human started transforming into his omega. His accidental mate.

“Oops. You've just become my mate by accident. Now I have to mate you,” he growled against her skin, his tongue lapping at the wound. “You have to take my thick big c**k inside your tiny pussy.”

Angel whimpered, her body convulsing. The venom lit every nerve on fire as her p***y clenched emptily, aching with a sudden, overwhelming need.

She could smell him now. He smelled of dark pine, musk, pure alpha male and it all made her dizzy with lust even as darkness edged her vision.

Seven pulled back, licking blood from his lips. The permanent bite mark on her neck glowed faintly under the rising full moon.

He scooped her up effortlessly, cradling her limp, feverish body against his chest. Her head lolled against his shoulder, her soft breasts pressing into him with every step.

He carried her through the trees toward a hidden cave deep in Shadowfang territory. His c**k throbbed painfully with every movement, leaking precum against his abs. The bond was already forming. Her scent was changing, sweetening and ripening into omega slick.

“What the f**k have I done?” he muttered, voice thick with regret and raw hunger. He was promised to Mira, the quiet omega from the neutral pack.

A political mating to secure peace. But this human, this brave, delicious-smelling girl he’d just bitten was already calling to him.

The full moon climbed higher, bathing the forest in silver light. Inside the cave, Seven laid her gently on a bed of soft furs. Her skin was flushed, breathing shallow.

But one thing was inevitable. The shift would begin soon. Pain, pleasure and the unstoppable need to be f****d and knotted by the alpha who claimed her couldn't be escaped.

He knelt beside her, one hand stroking her hair while the other fisted his aching c**k, stroking slowly as he watched her.

“You’re going to be so f*****g tight for me, little omega,” he whispered, hid golden eyes glowing. “But not tonight. You have to heal tonight and tomorrow, when the moon breaks you open, I’ll ruin you properly.”

Angel stirred, a soft moan escaping her lips. Even unconscious, her body arched toward him, thighs parting slightly. The scent of her growing arousal filled the cave.

Seven growled low, fighting every instinct to strip her remaining clothes and bury himself inside her slick heat right then.

The night was only beginning but their sin had already been sealed with blood and venom under the full moon.