Lone Alpha of Full Moon Forest

I Want You, Woman

"And Isabella, do you walk as a lone spirit, or does a kindred soul share the moonlit dance with you?" Adrian's voice, a dark melody combined with a growl that sent shivers down her spine. The sun cast its last rays upon the clearing, a silent witness to the unfolding scene between them.

"I... I am alone," Isabella stammered, her eyes fixed on the shifting shadows beneath the ancient trees ahead of her.

Adrian's half-smile revealed the sharp contours of his canines as he circled back in front of her. "Alone," he repeated, his gaze never leaving her. "Yet here you stand, offering a petty morsel of meat to a wolf." He gestured towards the dried meat still clutched in her hand.

Isabella felt a surge of vulnerability, realising the ridiculousness of her situation. Stupid girl, she scolded herself. If she survived this, she would have to have words with herself.

"Why are you here?" she asked, still biding time for her escape.

"I am drawn to interesting places... As are you, Isabella." His words hung in the air, his stare unwavering.

Isabella took a cautious step back.

"Your name... Adrian Silverthorn," Isabella repeated, testing the weight of the syllables on her tongue. "Why were you a wolf, and now a man?" Her curiosity mingled with fear. If she could get him speaking and widen the space between them...

Adrian's eyes gleamed with amusement. "A tale as old as time. A curse, a blessing, depending on the perspective."

Isabella's mind grappled with his revelation. "A changeling," she whispered, the word carrying the weight of ancient rumours.

"A creature of Eldoria, known by other names also: Werewolf, Manbeast, Lycan..." Adrian confirmed. "And you, Isabella, are no ordinary mortal are you? There is a resonance within you and it calls to the depths of my... being."

The dark clearing, once serene and joyful, now resonated with the echoes of nocturnal life and whispering shadows.

As Adrian watched her, his gaze unwavering, Isabella gathered her courage. "What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice getting steadier. She took another step back.

The man looked down, inviting her attention to his stiffened length. She averted her eyes quickly, gasping at the sight. He was standing, proudly, with no hint of shame of his obvious desire. "I want you, woman. I have an inexplicable hunger, a desire that courses through my veins. I've never felt this before."

A strange mixture of fear and fire gripped Isabella. The moonlight painted an ethereal backdrop as Adrian's eyes locked onto hers.

"I don't understand," she whimpered. Well, she had an idea. Would she be r**ed this night? Her heart quickened and her stomach churned.

An expression appeared on Adrian's face, confusion or concern? The increasing moonlight accentuated the contours of his form.

After a moment, he growled and clenched his fists. "Then leave now, woman. For otherwise, I shall be tempted to satiate my hunger... And not with that morsel of meat you offered me..."

Isabella hesitated, not quite believing what she heard. He hissed at her, breaking the spell that seemed to hold her.

She ran, leaving behind her sketchbook in haste and throwing the morsel of meat out of sight. She disappeared through the trees, heading towards the boundary of the fields where she had come.

Adrian had watched, rigid with barely contained control. He let her go as he saw her fear. It was not what he expected, for he was certain the connection he felt to her was shared, no? She had come all this way after all...

But it was no use now. He waited for as long as he could. Then, clenching his teeth, he slowly shook his head in defeat. She should have walked away, not run, he thought. For fleeing prey is the most enticing to catch.

Fueled by desire, he pursued her through the tangled underbrush and twisting trees.

Isabella's breath came in gasps as she darted between the last few trees, each step a desperate bid for escape.

Driven by adrenaline, she pushed her body to its limits, the urgency to escape lending her speed. The field opened up around her as she ran.

Adrian's growls reverberated through the night, his pursuit of her desperate. The air was thick with the scent of the woman, and he felt a thrill at the chase.

She stumbled, her chest heaving with exertion. The silence that followed the growls she heard was punctuated only by the distant sounds of the night. Her senses heightened, she crouched behind a shrub, her eyes fixing on the treeline beyond. She had come quite far, but not far enough, she felt.

Adrian, his eyes ablaze with a mixture of frustration and desire, appeared at the edge of the glade. The moonlight painted him in silver hues as he scanned the area, his senses attuned to the elusive prey with chestnut hair.

A triumphant smile played on Isabella's lips as she watched him from her hidden vantage point. She was certain he had followed her but was glad to see he had taken his time, she could escape him yet.

But unknown to her, the dance between predator and prey had only just begun.

She slipped away from the shrub, crouching so as not to be seen. There was a good distance between them but she mustn't stop for long. She noticed he appeared to be sniffing at the air, his head held high and eyes firmly closed. Was he searching for her scent, she wondered? An idea came to mind.

If he was a hunting dog, what would she do?

Adrian snarled in frustration. He scrutinized the fabric tied to the shrub, her scent lingered on it, as it had on the other scraps of fabric he'd found during his hunt. The moon, a solitary witness to the chase, highlighted the wispy strands of his white hair. If only he could turn into his wolf form, he had tried but failed several times. It appeared that his heightened lust for the woman was blocking his ability. Not that it had happened before, so he could only guess it was her,

Pacing around, his senses honed by the hunt, he picked up a trail once more.

This time, Isabella, though cunning, wouldn't escape the primal instincts that guided his pursuit.

As she scrambled through the fields, a sense of relief washed over her, the illusion of escape momentarily soothing her nerves. She paused for a moment, taking in several deep breaths and calming her heart. Her body was tired.

The discarded pieces of fabric, strategically placed to divert the man's attention, had borne her scent. It had appeared to work, for he hadn't been seen since she saw him leave the forest. She looked down at her clothes, disappointed she had to rip her favourite trousers to do so. They were shorts now. Looking around once more, she continued forth.

She wasn't too far from the village now.

Yet, it wasn't long for Isabella's hopes to crumble.

The new scent trail was a subtle roadmap to her whereabouts, and it proved a success. He smiled in triumph. The woman, now fully aware of her failure, appeared to brace herself for the inevitable and she spun to face him.

Her initial surprise was overridden by a surge of defiance, and she fought back with whatever strength she could muster.

Adrian's laughter soon echoed through the rolling hills, dismissing her feeble act of resistance. Isabella, despite her initial attempt to defy him, soon realized the vast disparity in strength. His arms were iron, his chest a wall of heat that deflected her blows. He was a beast in human form.

Her body was tired, her lungs already on fire from her long-distance run through the fields.

She was pathetically weak, all she could do was scream.

He looked down at her, her arms held in his vice-like grip. He shook her once, attempting to stop her screaming. She continued, her mouth open wide.

He pushed her to the ground on her back, frustratedly, his breathing heavy and sweat lightly coating his smooth, warm skin. Sitting over her, he clamped her legs together between his knees. Then, with a thrust between her thighs, just below her private entrance, like a weapon of dominance, his hard length moved in between them rhythmically. She could hear the rustling of her trousers as his hard length pushed against them, firm and unyielding. She gasped and turned her head, embarrassed of the act he forced upon her. She closed her eyes. His naked form overpowering hers.

Adrian's eyes glowed with a mix of hunger and triumph. She would submit, he determined.

He growled deeply. He was desperate to take her.

Suddenly she attempted to flee, pushing at him as he continued his rhythmic thrusting between her legs. He hooked his fingers through her hair and held her still. His lips pushed against her ear. "Submit, Isabella." She moaned unexpectedly, her arms trapped between their bodies, as he caressed her earlobe with his tongue. She shivered, feeling a rush of heat spread from her core. A wet trickle slivered out from her entrance, down the crack of her buttocks.

Her body betrayed her.

Her mind wandered, unable to comprehend her inexplicable reaction to what should be terror.

He continued to rock his length in between her thighs. She could feel, even through the fabric of her trousers, the increasing swell of his member. He nibbled on her ear and growled menacingly.

Finally, he pulled back, his length now clutched firmly in his hand, pulsing in pleasure as he gripped it. The woman, now subdued, quivered with a mix of fear and resignation. She opened her eyes and looked back at him unwaveringly.

His chest fluttered, and he paused, taking in the sight. Her soft, pale skin flustered with pink and her full lips were ajar as if inviting him in. Her shirt gaped at the buttons on her chest, and the simple undergarment she wore peaked through the gaps. Large, round mounds of flesh raised towards him when she took in a breath. He imagined the mounds would overfill his hands, and he wondered what colour her n*****s were.

She was a curvaceous woman, short in stature but a bountiful package nonetheless. And tonight she would be his.