The night called to him, as he lay stretched out on his hotel bed. He could hear the sounds in the distance and he longed to get up and run. He longed to get up and shed his human form as he had done so many times before. He turned his head to look at the human woman lying beside him. She smelled of perfume, woman and him. His scent was all over her now. It would be a surprise if it weren’t. He had spent the last five hours satisfying their mutual lust. Her bleached blonde hair lay tangled on the pillow as she snored softly.
Gracefully he rolled out of the bed and landed on his feet without a sound. He padded over to the balcony and opened the sliding glass doors. The night wind caressed his face as he scented the air. In the city, it was impossible to shed his skin and run as the wolf. Too many people nearby might see him and know his secret. He guarded his privacy well and fiercely. It wouldn’t do for the world to know what he was especially in light of his career. He made good money as a wrestler and he enjoyed the travel. He enjoyed performing before live audiences without them knowing exactly what he was. It was a thrill to him. There were so few things that thrilled him anymore.
She could scent him even through all the other people milling about. He was the epitome of animal magnetism and the one she was looking for. He stood six feet four inches tall and weighed roughly two hundred forty pounds. His eyes were an intense blue green. His hair was long and a light sandy brown color, brushing around his shoulders. It curled at the ends especially when it was wet. His shoulders were broad and muscular narrowing down to a slender waist and massive thighs. He was in excellent physical condition. She felt the aching of lust begin low in her stomach. Yes, he would suit her needs quite well.
She stared up at him from her position on the street. He stood on the balcony; naked as the day he was born. She admired the massive muscles of his chest and arms, the solidness of his thighs, the ridges of his abdomen. He was glorious. She could imagine being held securely in his arms as pleasure flooded them both. He was a good choice, the only choice for her. She could feel it. She smiled softly until the wind carried his scent to her. Then a low growl issued from her throat. He smelled of sex and woman. A surge of possessiveness went through her. She felt rage build inside her and she felt the urge to rend and tear this other female to pieces. She lifted her head and let out a howl. Then she loped across the street to enter the hotel unobserved.
His ears perked up when he heard the howl. It was just below him in the street. Eagerly his eyes scanned the street. However, the other had disappeared into the night. He felt the sound dance over his body like a sensual caress. It was more than a stray dog that he knew. He turned back to the bed as he heard the woman stir
“Hunter?” came her sleepy voice, “What are you doing?”
“Nothing Debra” he answered as he turned back to the night.
“Come back to bed,” she said her voice turning husky with renewed desire. He felt the answering lust in his body and turned towards the bed.
She stood at the door, listening to the sounds coming from within. Her teeth ground together in fury. He was hers. A low growl issued from deep within her chest. Her hand flashed in a movement too fast for the human eye to see. Four long furrows appeared in the door. She longed to burst through the door and slash the interloper apart. Suddenly she grabbed a hold of her rage. Now was not the time. He would more than likely defend the female. She would wait until the woman left. Then she would follow her. Many years ago, she had learned the value of patience. However, given the state she was in at this time, she found her patience wearing thin. She must mate and she must do it soon. But it would be a mate of her choosing and not her father’s or her mother’s. She would not mate with anyone for the sake of bloodlines. She would mate with one that she loved or none at all no matter the consequences it would bring to her.
She slipped around the corner just as his door opened. She watched as he carefully examined her marks on the door. Slowly he leaned forward as if to get a better look. His head lifted and he glanced down the hallway, searching. She slipped back behind the comer. Then, with her highly sensitive ears, she heard him pad down the hall. Glancing quickly she saw him, clad only in a pair of silk pajama bottoms, walking down the hall with a bucket in his hand. Now was her chance to get rid of any opposition. Quick as a flash she was inside the room, the tails of her black leather duster flapping behind her as she moved. Quietly she closed the door behind her.
She padded silently into the bedroom, her eyes glowing yellow in the darkness. She could see clearly as if it were a bright sunny day. She looked at the woman sprawled on the bed in wanton abandon. Her blond hair revealing its dark roots and her nails impossibly long. Her mascara had already blackened her eyes and her lips were swollen from his kisses, her lipstick all but gone. She felt the rage building within her once again. This is what he chose to sleep with? This is what he wasted his seed on? She stalked towards the bed, crouching low.
As if somehow sensing the danger, Debra awoke. Her eyes widened in fright as she saw the amber yellow eyes glowing in the darkness of the room. Where was Hunter? She scrambled backwards until her back collided with the headboard. She heard a low menacing chuckle and knew that if the creature had wanted to, it would have snagged her before she could have moved an inch.
“Who are you?” Debra asked in a trembling voice, “What do you want?”
She jumped from the floor and effortlessly crouched on the three-inch wide footboard. She tilted her head to study this pathetic creature in front of her. Normally she did not think so harshly of humans but her hormonal state put a sharper edge on her thought processes.
“Do you really wish to know my name?” she asked Debra as she studied her. Her voice came out in a low husky rumble.
“Y-ye-es… n-no, I…”
“You do but you don’t” she laughed, “You do not wish to put a name to this creature you fear yet a part of you wishes to know what you are so afraid of.”
“H-he’s g-going to c-come back,” she said with a tremulous voice almost resembling defiance.
“There is a backbone in there after all,” she remarked, “Are you so sure he will come back? How do you know he is not laying in a pool of his own blood in the other room?”
“No” Debra whispered.
“Do not fear,” she laughed, “I do not intend to draw his blood. That is not why I am here. But you… now you are in my way. I do not take kindly to obstacles in my path’
“I’ve done nothing to you,” Debra whispered.
“No?”
She moved so quickly Debra had no chance to react. Debra found herself pinned to the bed. Clothe covered breast brushed naked breast. Leather clad thighs straddled hers and held her still. Debra stared into the face of a woman. Golden eyes were inches from hers. Debra trembled as she leaned down and brought her face close to Debra’s belly. Then slowly she moved upward, inhaling softly, taking in their mingled scents.
“You smell of him, of sex. His scent marks you as clearly as if he had left a visible symbol. He has fucked you many times this night. It will take days before his scent stops clinging to your skin, a beacon to my senses,” she stared down in Debra’s terrified eyes. She studied her swollen lips and her rapid breathing. She scented the wine on her breath. She brought her mouth closer to Debra’s. Her tongue snaked out and lapped quickly along her bottom lip, tasting him on her. Then slowly, long black eyelashes swept up to allow golden eyes to hold terrified blue, terrified but becoming aroused by the stroke of her tongue.
“His taste lingers on your lips, the muskiness of him. He is addictive is he not?” she asked as she brushed her lips along Debra’s cheek, still tasting him.
