Willow

Spark to a flame

Hunter had been quiet for sometime. She snuggled in to his bare chest. She delighted in the hardness of his body compared to her soft one. She sighed content not waiting to move.

'What are you', he asked. 'Please I mean no disrespect'. She eyed him warily, 'I don't know. The nearest I can tell I'm a witch, but with different powers than have ever been written'. 'Did you know', he asked. 'I mean does it happen at a certain age?'. 'No I just thought I was human, I know little about such things wolf'.

His breath faltered for a moment, wolf? 'I can spot a wolf when I see one Hunter', she said. 'Does it bother you that I'm a wolf?'. 'No', she said rather too quickly.

She pulled him on top of her and he hovered over her taking in her face and her body. He kissed her neck gently toying with her, making her wriggle beneath him. He licked over the area on her neck, which he would someday bite to make her his.

Just the thought of claiming her was too much. She rocked beneath him, hungry for his touch. His touch lead a trail down her body. He made it to her hips, pushing up against him. 'Please', she said 'Oh please'.

'Say you want me first', he withdraw his hand from her hip to show he was serious. She looked embarrassed but said ' I want you'. He took her more roughly than last time, demanding more from her.

He wanted all of her, demanded what she gave. She gave over to him, surrendered completely. As they cried their release, he kissed her again his teeth against her neck. He sheathed his teeth again, held her against his body.