The untamed Alpha and his human mate

Chapter 6: Lust

Clayton

When I left Amaya at the castle I was lost in thought, I knew slaves were treated terrible, abused, I’d heard the horror stories, but I never much cared or thought about it that deeply, it was easy to brush it off when it was just a story, my hatred of humans made it even easier, what did I care if they suffered?

But seeing the real raw effect it had on Amaya really drove in just how bad it was, I could understand more if the human stepped out of line or tried to attack their master, but someone like Amaya? It didn’t make sense, she was so shy and quiet, scared of her own shadow and always willing to please and do whatever I asked, why would anyone want to hurt her?

I shook the thoughts away and focused on the hunt. Another part of my punishment was hunting down anyone from the red-eyed sect, stupid name if you asked me, but hey. They were a group of supernaturals who were still hellbent on destroying the human race, my job was to hunt them down and kill them, protect the very thing I hated the most. Humans. The irony wasn’t lost on me.

I detested every second of it, I was so tempted to join them half the time but knew the council would only add more severe punishments to the list if I did.

The sect worked like an organisation, I’d hacked into their online networks meaning that whenever one of them communicated about a target they were on I could go hunt them down before they killed said target.

It required stealth on my part and easy clothing so I wore black sweatpants and a loose v neck t-shirt with trainers, easier to get around and dress and undress if I shifted to the wolf. It came easily, flesh stretching, bones reforming, muscles and tearing and rebuilding in seconds, painful, always, but familiar and controlled.

The man I was hunting tonight was called, Thomas sharp, was thirty two years of age and was a werepanther, perfect, hopefully I’d have a little challenge.

He let his boss know in their chat that he would be in the small town called ‘Jamesville.’ That was only a twenty minute drive so I didn’t bother with the car and just shifted to wolf form. If I could avoid using man made transport then I did.

The irritating thing was carrying clothes around with me which was why I opted for simple sweatpants and a t-shirt, I didn’t bother with underwear, easier to carry just two clothing items in my jaws.

I ran through the forest feeling like a f.ucking i.diot carrying clothes in my mouth like a dog with a f.ucking toy. The forest swallowed me as I moved through it, the scent of moss and damp bark thick in the air. Rain clung to the leaves above, occasionally dripping down and hitting my nose or sliding down my face, the cold of it seeping through my fur. The damp earth beneath my paws was soft and cool, the smell of rain mixing with distant traces of wildlife, metal, smoke from far-off homes.

My fur snagged on a branch as I ran through the trees. I didn’t need to see my reflection to know my fur would be jet black, my eyes red, my wolf form the same size as my human form. My lycan form was even bigger at seven feet tall, but it was a tad dramatic so I didn’t shift to that form unless I had an enemy worth fighting.

Werewolves didn’t have a lycan form only I got that helpful perk, it was much more excruciatingly painful than shifting to wolf form, no human would be able to survive such a transformation so they only got the full wolf form.

I had the help of the night to cover me when I reached the city lights and streets, it was quiet but it was always good to be careful, the world was full of mostly supernaturals now, but I stuck out with the blood-red eyes, again, I was the only one with eyes like mine, other werewolves got the usual gold, orange or sometimes even grass green eyes.

I liked to go unnoticed, nothing like people running away screaming like banshees to blow your cover.

I saw the man walking the streets of the quiet town, passing by rows of houses and sticking out obviously with his all in black outfit, ski mask on top of his head and the giant f.ucking crossbow in his hands. I shook my head at these i.diots, I didn’t need to know what they looked like when they gave it away so easily.

Still, I liked to be thorough and make sure so I followed him until he stopped outside a house with a football and two tricycles out in the front garden. Even from here I could smell the home, I caught the scent of milk, soap, something sweet and messy and innocence. My jaw tightened. As much as I hated humans their pups were innocent and didn’t know any better, I did not kill children and I wasn’t about to let this f.ucking i.diot either.

I knew from the information they’d shared online between one another that this was the home of a werelion, male, the fact it looked so homely and I could smell a human female, led me to believe he was one of the rarer types of wereanimals who ended up falling in love with his human.

Most humans were sold and bought, it wasn’t common to see any living among us freely and if you did they were usually always male, meaning that most of the groups targets were slaves, it was a risky move p.issing off so many supernaturals by killing the human they’d paid so much for, but the group wasn’t completely stupid, they knew how to get in and out unseen, basically like f.ucking ninjas so I was betting my money on the group consisting mostly of werepanthers, they were the most stealthy and agile wereanimal with the uncanny ability to hide in plain sight, fast too, so even if you did see them they’d be gone before you could blink.

He went to sneak around the back of the house so I closed the gap between us and waited until he was trapped down the side of the house, with high fencing and a brick wall at the end of the path. He could probably jump the fence, but it would slow him down at least as would his crossbow. I let out a low growl and he spun to face me in surprise. Fear hit instantly, the smell sharp and inviting to my tastebuds.

“S.hit!”

He saw my eyes and instantly knew who I was, he didn’t bother trying to keep the crossbow, he dropped it and ran. I chased. He jumped the fence, I didn’t bother wasting time and smashed my way through it. He was fast, but as I’d hoped the fence had slowed him down just enough I was able to catch his sleeve with my tooth, his beast reacted to mine, his fear made him lose control and he shifted to his panther form, jet black like me.

He roared at me and swiped at my face with his claws, I dodged just enough he left only a cut on my muzzle, when he swiped again I bit his paw making him yowl and hiss.

He wasn’t the best fighter but he gave it his best shot, swiped at me some more, bit my leg and managed to leave a gash with one of his fangs as it tore down my hind leg, then it was over, I tore his throat out and he dropped down dead.

The smell of the blood excited me as it always did, hot, rich, overpowering. Bloodlust threatened to take over and I gave in for a few minutes and began to eat him, the wolf was hungry, instinct merged into something raw and uncontrollable. The taste, god, it was good, so good. I managed to regain some control after a while and ran from the scene needing to get away from the smell of the blood and how good it was, the taste of blood still lingering on my tongue. s**x, I needed s**x to shift bloodlust to just lust.

I ran back to the castle but I didn’t go inside, I got into my car and drove into town to find a bar. I could feel my leg was caked in blood from the wound, it burned slightly, but it was already healing, I probably smelt of a lot of blood right now, but the females seemed to like the danger so it usually wasn’t an issue for me if I went hunting for one to spend the night with after a kill.

I entered the first bar I could find, inside it was warm, thick with the scents of alcohol, sweat, perfume, desire. I dropped myself into an empty stool and met the glaring eyes of the man beside me, I kept eye contact until he dropped his eyes and slunk off somewhere else. I didn’t need to try and give some tough look, I just needed to look them in the eyes and they saw the wild, the wolf, the danger, and malevolence in mine, that hint of something other that only us gods had. Worked every time.

I was finishing off my whisky when a petite blonde came and sat beside me, I caught her scent underneath the light perfume she wore, a female werewolf, perfect.

“You are absolutely gorgeous,” she smiled and bit her lower lip.

“Want to f***k?” I asked, I wasn’t in any position to waste time on small talk, I could still taste the werepanthers blood in my mouth and thoughts of how good his flesh tasted kept coming back to me making me want to go back and finish him.

“At least buy me a drink first,” she laughed.

“I’ll buy you one after, right now I need to f***k, you want to be the one I f***k or do I need to go find someone else?”

“Where are we doing it?” She replied.

I downed the last of my glass and then stood up and led her outside to my car. I could have f.ucked her in the car or down some alleyway, but I needed good long hard s**x not some quick release.

I drove her back to my place and I felt her body stiffen. She turned in her seat to look at me and slowly asked, “are you Clayton Blackthorn?”

“That a problem?”

“That depends, if I go inside with you will I leave alive?”

I parked up as close to the castle as I could and then sat back and looked at her. “I only kill trespassers, I invited you, so yes you will leave alive, but if you don’t think you can handle me then I can drive you home right now if you like?”

“I hear stories that you’ve killed a lover before.”

“Look, it’s upto you but decide what you want to do now because I’m struggling to control myself right now.”

“The bloodlust?” She guessed.

“Exactly and for me it’s ten times worse than it is for you normal werewolves.”

“You won’t hurt me?” She asked.

“Not if you don’t give me a reason to.”

She gave a nervous laugh and replied, “well at least you’re honest. Ok, let’s do this, it will certainly be a story to tell my friends.”

When we reached my home, I unlocked the door and let her walk in first. I led her to the kitchen and asked, “still want that drink?”

“Yes, please.”

“Red wine ok?”

“Perfect.”

I poured her a glass, then took her hand and led her up to my room. When I opened my door, I inwardly sighed when Amaya’s scent hit my nose. I’d told her not to come in, and she hadn’t listened. Typical human, couldn’t even follow a simple rule.

I didn’t realise I was growling until the blonde gently touched my shoulder. “Are you ok?”

“My f.ucking human has been snooping around in my room,” I snarled. I went to turn and leave, go find Amaya, but the blonde put her hand on my chest and smiled. “The humans are like pups, go easy on her. For now, let’s help you with your bloodlust problem.”

She reached up and kissed me, and my rage turned to lust. I gripped her tiny waist and pulled her in against my body, tugged down the zip on the back of her dress. She stepped out of it, and I was happy to see she wasn’t wearing any bra or panties.

My hands cupped her small b.reasts, kneading and squeezing. I bent down to flick my tongue over her n.ipples. She cried out softly, pushed her b.reast in my mouth wanting more, I sucked, taking turns on each one as I walked her backwards towards the bed. I pushed her down, climbed on top, and groaned as I sank myself inside of her. I met her thrust for thrust, and then she flipped me over and sat on top, taking control.

I threw her back on the bed and began pounding her relentlessly and growled, “I’m in control, always.”

“Ok,” she panted.

I f.ucked her harder, faster, until the bed was shaking and the springs squeaking. Any harder, I’d break the bed and maybe break her too. I had to be careful even with other werewolves, I was stronger and could cause more damage even when it came to s**x.

The next thrust I gave had her screaming and crying out in pleasure. I brought her to climax first, and then I exploded inside of her with my own climax.

I rolled off her, and she laughed breathlessly. “Best. s**x. Ever.”

I raised an eyebrow and smirked at her. “Glad you came inside now?”

“Oh, I certainly came,” she laughed.

She sat up against the headboard and asked, “mind if I smoke?”

Usually I’d say yes, I did mind, I couldn’t stand the smell, and I didn’t know how some wereanimals could. Thinking about it, I don’t think I’d ever f.ucked a woman who wasn’t a smoker, a mouth tasting like an ashtray wasn’t my favourite thing, but f***k it, I was feeling in a better mood, and it would help clear the scent of Amaya in my room.

“Sure.”

While she lit up and sipped on the rest of her wine, I went to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, hoping the taste of strong mint and toothpaste would help when kissing her, if not, I’d just flip her on her stomach and f***k her from behind.

I headed back out to her, and her eyes traveled over my naked body and down to between my legs. “Seems you’re big everywhere,” she smiled. She finished her wine and then grinned, “ready for more?”