Beyond Her Wolfy Knight (R18+)

Chapter 8- I want you

Vivian wakes suddenly, every thought in sharp definition. Her eyes draw in every glimmer of tiny light from the window, and she realized she would have slept too long.

After looking at the dawn light in the window Vivian tried to work out where she was and what was happening around her. She moved, she expected that she would experience the full pain of her suffering - expecting a pain so overpowering that she would lose her consciousness again. But none of those happen.

Vivian felt nothing, never been better. She felt at peace. She lay there, keeping her eyes closed, matching her breaths to the beeping of the machines that hemmed in the bed, the mere reminders of her pulse. Her arms were dull. Curiosity pried open her drowsy eyes to see a bleak view of the same tiny room in the cottage.

Vivian bites her lip. Before she even makes it to the other side of the bed, the door opened and Walter walked in. “Welcome come back Doctor” He paused as he greeted her and grinned. Vivian noticed that he was unshaven. She took a glance at Walter, searching for comfort, those pale Atlantic blue eyes, exploring into her soul, yearning to see what's going on in there.

"Please tell me it was only a dream?" Vivian inquired, abruptly aware of the warmth radiating from the man. What she saw was unnatural, and she wishes for it to be just a dream but she knew deep inside it wasn't.

Walter had been observing her for the past twenty-four hours. It was a futile clash of conflicting thoughts. He didn't even go to sleep, not yet. He spent hours upon, hours watching and monitoring her. Earlier Doctor Eddie came to visit and offered her assessment. He attached a machine to monitor her heartbeat. Alpha Walter was not ready to wake in the dawn to rinse and repeat. She had been screaming in her sleep and the mark on her wrist had been burning and radiating lights that almost blinded him. It was very strange as he never had encountered such peculiarities before.

"I fear it wasn't a dream Doctor. What you saw was real and for the truth that you are one of us now was..."

"You mean I'm turning into a dog?" Sheila interrupted.

"Werewolves, doctor. Werewolves." He drank from her features, she was shockingly delightful and young but the hard set of her shoulder indicated a maturity and determination beyond her age. Raven hair framed her face, with full lips and large autumn brown eyes, her smooth skin shimmered under the bedroom lampshade.

"Oh God, unbelievable they existed!... Werewolves existed!" She was panicking again, the machine attached to her was beeping fast indicating her heartbeat went into a frenzy. She can never go back to her profession. How could fate play her like this?

Breathless, Vivian's body was drenched with sweat, her throat was burning from panicking. She'd never been like this before and her life was always uneventful and her mundane existence was just as bored as her, but right now this was a different scheme.

A chill rushed through her when she considered how esoteric claims of most nonsense might be true. Werewolves? how insane was that? She thought.

"Did you turn into a werewolf earlier or my mind was just playing a trick?" Her petite female eyebrows puckered and her succulent lips turned down into the smallest of a frown as she questions Walter.

"Yes"

"What happened to me? Did I get rabies from your kind?

"No! Do you want to see my wolf again?

"No!" Vivian gazed was intense but riddled with confusion and almost as if she was surprised to be staring at Walter.

"Good." He replied. He gave a slight inclination of his head that gave away his intent, as he honed his extraordinarily hearing on their conversation. He continued., "...the rogue who had bitten you doesn't have any rabies yet, their saliva has a different set of viruses which lead you to change your DNA. You are a doctor so you understand this better. Somehow it was unusual and so rare for you to experience sudden changes. My pack doctor will come back later and he will explain everything to you. Okay?"

"Uh-huh!" She yawns and stretches her arms. She notices that her clothing was changed by someone again this time she was wearing a yellow cotton shirt and black skinny jeans.

"Who change my clothes?" a flush crept up Vivian's face. She watched Walter ran his hands through his hair, quite aware that his attractiveness was enhanced by his more rugged qualities.

"I did," Walter replied and turn his head at the windows, from the distance he could see the silhouette of Josh, his third in command,"...wait here and I'll go get our food."

After a moment both shared their breakfast at the mini kitchen. Vivian thought, could there be anything finer than breakfast in the middle of the woods with a shirtless man to share with? Warm croissant, cheese and eggs, sausage, homemade jams, and freshly brewed coffee...

The air smells like every forest daydream and the pace of life drifts by rather than marches. The only wake-up call was a chorus of birds that flit between the winter-clad trees outside. She could never relax in the hotels of the Las Vegas trip or on frenetic city getaways, but here she was at peace and she soaked in the ambiance of woodlands like it was the only medication she required.

"What is Alpha?" Vivian asked while chewing her croissant. Staring at the man. Her eyes widened. She was a chatterbox by nature, and so when she finds herself dumbfounded, there was every chance that she was in a state of awe for what she had seen. Walter's muscle flexes right in front of her and it fascinated her. How could he look so yummy? And so powerful at the same time? She thought.

"The leader of the pack." He uttered. He guesses he's found himself dumb, in the sense that his words have stopped flowing, stopped because she has shown him a new direction he never anticipated for a moment. Walter's eyes blazed with known lust watching Vivian pursed her moist lips. He wanted to devour it, right here right now. How could she look so seductive and beautiful innocent at the same time?

"Uh-huh, this coffee is amazing." Vivian wondered how could she eat so much, yet she felt like she could finish everything on the table.

"Because we burn a lot of calories dear. Werewolves need to eat more carbs to replenished what was lost."

"Did you just read my mind?"

"Yes," Walter replied.

"Impossible."

"I have that ability since I was a child. It's my alpha blood. Werewolves have ability varied from their bloodline and mine was the strongest in Europe, mind-reading is just one of my ability." He explained.

"Oh, God! Really?" Amazement doesn't quite cover it. Vivian feels like someone just took her spark of wonder and poured on a fire. The surprise she'd shown on the outside couldn't adequately reflect what she feels inside; it's like every neuron of her brain was trying to fire in both directions at once - the best kind of paralysis.

She stared at him in awe, wondering how one could be so powerful and hot at the same time. She keeps her thighs together as she could almost feel herself getting wet by the thought of his strong arms caressing her. What the hell is wrong with her? She becomes different, she wasn't like this before, but right now she was like on heat. She wanted him.

She wanted him inside her.

She didn't just look at Walter, she looked into him as if she knew his desires. On her mind, with the kiss came the smooth touch of her body, poised, just the right blend of relaxation and tension.

On cue, Walter suddenly went to her side and carry her towards his bedroom in a blur.

Walter knows that once he kisses her neck her resistance will crumble. After just a few delicate touches of his warm lips, her hands start to do his bidding. They fell down his back as her head swims, all previous thoughts stopped in their tracks. Now there was only one desire, one wish, and they both know it's just a matter of time before it happens. It had always been written in their gaze, chemistry, a seed of lust, an invitation to learn about the other and to taste each other.

Walter kisses her hard, biting her lips and she moans against his mouth. Poking her in her lower stomach, she feels his growing length protruding from his pants. Bringing her from the thought of his junk, Walter lifts her shirt over her head along with her lace bra before kissing her harder this time. She wraps her legs around him and his mouth leaves hers, nipping and sucking down her neck while caressing her breast.

He pushed her thighs apart, laying on top of her. Staring her in the eyes, his hand trails down over her breast and stomach before appearing under the waistband of her skinny jeans. When he reaches her soaking core, her eyes roll back and she moans.

"You're dripping doctor, not such a good girl are you?" he whispers in her ear causing her to smirk.

She wiggles against his hands as his fingers circle her bead. She reaches down and grips his hard shaft, stroking it softly making Walter moan. She slips her finger under his waistband, freeing his manhood. She gasped softly at the size as it lays against her lower stomach. When she looked up, Walter was staring down at her. "I've been wanting you so bad since I picked you up in the woods, so if you want to stop now, tell me while I can still stop myself," Walter begged.

"I ...I want you..."

His lips crash into her, pulling her skinny jeans off not wasting any time. He pulls his pants off and positions himself back between her legs. When unexpectedly a loud bang in the main door stops them for a second.

"Dammit!"