5. Office Werewolf

I have a secret.

It's just a little secret, roughly the size of a bullet. I carry a teeny remote around in my pocket so I can turn it off if I really need to pay attention in a meeting. Most of the time, though, I put it in and let it vibrate.

Maybe it makes me some kind of creep to come in to work with a vibe shoved up my pussy, but sometimes that's the only way I make it through the day. I broke up with my boyfriend, Amos, just a couple months ago. It was for the best—he was a real mama's boy, and there were some jealousy issues that had started to become control issues.

But damn, we had the best sex. Mind-blowing sex. The kind of sex where your eyes are about to roll out of your head and you think your body might simply combust. I miss that the most. I've always had a monster of a sex drive, and Amos could keep up with me. That's been hard to find in my life.

"Raven?" I jerk up when one of my coworkers says my name. It's Connor, the guy who works a few cubicles behind me. He's a nice guy, if a little quiet. He doesn't speak up much during meetings, but every once in a while he'll save me a donut if I didn't make it to the break room on time, or handle one of my calls when I'm overloaded. He's tall, with perfectly bronze skin and black hair and a surprisingly wide set of shoulders. The epitome of tall, dark, and broody, which has always made him "off limits" in my mind. Guys like him are either only interested in a casual fling or messed up somewhere deep down.

Not to mention that we're co-workers.

"What's up?" I ask, trying to ignore the way my pussy clenches around the vibe lodged in it. It sends little ripples of pleasure straight up into my abdomen.

"I had a question about a customer," he says. "They said they talked to you and you gave them a price quote? A discounted one?"

Oh, right. They wanted to open a few accounts at once, so I'd gotten clearance from the boss to offer them a bulk discount.

"You can route the customer back to me, if you want," I tell him.

He stands there awkwardly for a moment, not responding. His nostrils flare, and his pupils have dilated to take up most of his iris.

"Um..." He fumbles around for the words he wants. "No, that's okay. You're probably busy. I just wanted to know the code you used for the discount."

I wonder what's made him so uneasy? I turn to my computer and pull up the customer account, then scribble down the code on a sticky note. I peel it off and hand it to him. "Here you go. Should still work."

Connor takes the sticky note quickly, trying not to let our hands touch. Huh. I wonder if his opinion of me has changed in the last few weeks. Maybe I said something or did something to turn the tides. I wouldn't be surprised. Sometimes my mouth runs away with me.

"Thanks," he says, and scoots off back to his cubicle.

That's too bad. I kind of liked Connor.

Once he's gone, I take out the remote and turn it up. It's easy to close my eyes and imagine him without a shirt as the bullet vibrates on.

Spring is the worst time of year. Not because I have allergies or anything. Honestly, I would take seasonal allergies any day over what I go through every March-through-goddamned-May. Living through mating season, with no pack and no mate, is hell on Earth.

Yeah, I got kicked out. It was a long time ago. I was young and rough and a little full of myself, and I challenged the alpha of our pack to a fight for dominance.

I still have the scars from getting beaten into a pulp.

What led me to do something so utterly moronic as challenging the pack leader, we may never know, but I was firmly booted out, and there aren't really any other werewolf packs in the tri-county area. So now I'm here, working at Samson Enterprises as a lackey sales guy, just another body in a cubicle tapping away at a keyboard and taking phone calls.

The worst part about working here, though, is Raven.

She's hot. Absolutely five-alarm, breath on fire, smoke-coming-out-of-your-ears hot. The worst part about her, besides being my dream girl, is that she also has sex leaking out of her pores. Literally.

I'm not sure what it is that she's doing all day, but in the last two weeks, the scent of her arousal has been all over. It's permeated every last corner of the office, a perfume that wafts around her as she goes to meetings, to other cubicles, or to the bathroom. On top of doing my job, I spend a not-so-insignificant amount of time trying to keep my boner down around her. I close my eyes, count to ten, and try to picture an old man's limp penis just so I can stand up and move around without it looking obvious that my cock is attempting to escape my pants.

Maybe, if it weren't the middle of April, I'd have an easier time of it. Unfortunately, with that smell everywhere, Raven is all I can think about. My body wants nothing more than to bend her over and pump her full of my cubs. I'll zone out in the middle of a customer call and miss half of what they're saying. In meetings I do everything I can not to stare at her, not to mention grab her and throw her against a wall and bury my cock in her.

Woof. The power that last thought has over me is monumental, and I spend most of my time trying to fight it back.

After I went and spoke to Raven about the discount code, I then had to put it into the computer while still talking on the phone, my dick begging desperately for my attention. Well, for her attention really, but my hand will just have to do.

Finally I put down the phone, thank god, and make my way to the office bathroom as quickly and discreetly as possible. Once I'm inside one of the stalls with my pants hiked down, I pull myself out of my boxers. I'm already dripping with pre-come, and quite a lot of it, at that. As I start to stroke myself, nearly in pain from how hard and swollen I am, I imagine how all of this creamy stuff would be perfect for lubing up Raven's perfect, tight pussy. I grunt as the thought rushes in, and the lump at the base of my cock is already starting to swell up fat and round on both sides. I imagine shoving it inside her, locking her body to mine as I pump her full of—

My claws scrabble on the tile floor as my orgasm gets closer. Claws? I open my eyes and find my legs are covered in thick fur, and my feet have shifted into huge paws. My hand is twice the size it was before and so is my cock.

Fuck. I duck my head so no one can see my ears over the top of the stall. I'm glad I'm alone in here because I'm not necessarily quiet when I transform. It only happens when my emotions are out of control, which usually isn't an issue at the office, not until Raven started doing that dripping-with-sex thing of hers, whatever it is. Now I'm sprawled out across the toilet, trying to stay invisible while I continue giving myself a hand job. I can't stop picturing Raven underneath me, her big breasts bouncing, her legs curling tight around my furry hips as I wedge my cock deep inside her. Ideally, she's coming around me as I reach my own orgasm, and I unload everything into her. Not a drop gets wasted as my knot seals her off, like a stopper in a dish drain.

Jesus. I'm thinking about impregnating my coworker. Fuck you, mating season.

My hand works faster, my claws scraping over my skin as I pump harder and harder. I'm strangling the damn thing imagining her sexy little phone voice making moans and mewls, and then my climax hits me like a ton of bricks to the head.

I can't help snarling as a burst of come shoots out of me. It's ejected with so much violence that it arcs through the air, painting the inside of the stall door white like a Jackson Pollock.

I sit there gasping as my body slowly returns to normal, then wipe the sweat from my forehead.

"You okay in there, man?" someone asks.

Oh, my god. There's been somebody else in here the whole time?

"Fine!" My voice pitches unnaturally high. "Just fine. Thanks."

After cleaning up the door, I yank my pants back on and try to scurry out of the bathroom before my anonymous coworker can see me.

That woman is going to kill me, or make me accidentally reveal myself, which could potentially be worse.

I"ve been having strange dreams since I started using the vibe at work. Being a little bit turned on all the time must be messing with my brain chemistry, because this is the fifth night in a row I"ve dreamt about getting fucked by a huge, shadowy creature with the most divine dick I"ve ever felt in my life.

It feels so real that when I wake up, I"m surprised to find my pussy wet and shivering, almost on the edge of an orgasm. Damn. As if breaking up with Amos wasn"t bad enough for my sex life, now I"m dreaming about giant cocks that would never exist in the real world. No guy could possibly compare to that.

The next day at work I"m distracted, and I screw up a few different times on customer calls. I accidentally reroute one to Connor"s desk instead of the accounting department, because his extension just popped into my mind.

"Raven?" I hear him ask not minutes later. "Did you mean to send that account over to me?"

I sigh. I didn"t bring the vibe today because I thought that maybe it would make the dreams go away, but that clearly hasn"t made a difference in my ability to focus.

"Sorry, no." I scratch the back of my head in embarrassment. "I meant to send it to billing, but I got confused and pressed the wrong extension."

He arches an eyebrow. "The extensions aren"t even close."

"I know!" I snap, and Connor leans back in surprise. "Sorry," I say immediately, awash with shame. I'm tired and I miss my vibe. "I haven"t had enough coffee yet."

"That"s okay." Connor is watching me with a concerned expression. "Is everything all right?"

It"s a sweet question, but it"s not like I"m going to tell him about the erotic dreams preventing me from getting a good night's rest. "I"m fine," I say quickly. I pick up my empty mug and tap the side. "I should deal with this crankiness problem, though."

He grins. "Of course. I know that I"m not human until at least cup number three."

I laugh as we leave the cubicle together. He pauses at his own as I walk by. "If you ever need to talk about anything," he says, "you can always come to me."

I blink a few times. I thought for sure Connor didn"t like me after the other day, but now he's offering to bend an ear for me?

"Oh," I say, a little stupidly. "That"s really nice of you. Thank you."

He just nods and sits back down at his desk chair, and he"s almost comically too large for it. His long legs shoot out far underneath his desk.

Maybe he doesn"t hate me after all, I think, as I go to refill my coffee in the break room. Maybe he"s just shy. Or nervous.

Maybe it"s the opposite of what I suspect, and he actually likes me. That would be a nice change of pace. I could certainly be interested in somebody like Connor, even if it's a little dangerous.

When Raven doesn't come in to work today smelling of her sweet, succulent arousal, I grow concerned. Yes, the break for my nervous system is welcome. I don't mind spending my day without a constant, raging hard-on. But I find that I miss it, too. I've gotten used to that glorious scent, which also drives me absolutely wild.

She seems off when I visit her cubicle, and I wonder if it's related. I overheard a few weeks ago that she broke up with her boyfriend. Maybe she's a little depressed.

At the end of the day, I'm surprised to find Raven standing outside the entrance to the building, leaning against the wall like she's waiting for something.

"Did your car break down?" I ask, stopping when I see her.

Maybe she isn't reeking of pure sex anymore, but all I have to do is look at her and it's like my nose can summon up the smell on its own. She looks simply delectable in the tight blue skirt and white dress shirt she wore today. They hug her plentiful hips, big tits, and round ass perfectly.

"No, my car's fine," she says, adjusting her purse nervously. "I was just waiting for you, actually."

Me? Why would she be standing outside the building waiting for me?

"What's up?" I ask. "Did you want to talk about the customer who called in—?"

"No," she interrupts. "I wanted to see if you, uh, would want to go out. Maybe. To get a drink? I would say coffee, but it's kind of late in the day for coffee, at least for me." She twists her shoe around, scraping the concrete.

Wait. She's asking me out. On a date. My mouth just kind of sits there, half-open, while I work through this in my brain.

Of course I want to go, that's not a question, if only just to keep smelling her up close and personal. Maybe I could even take her home and live out some of the little fantasies I've had about her. But going out with Raven is a terrible idea. Even if all that stuff actually happened and we got naked together, I couldn't just have sex with her. I would probably transform and try to mate her, and then everybody would be really upset.

"I'm not sure that's wise," I finally answer, hating the words as they come out of my mouth. Her big blue eyes lose their shine. "We're co-workers. We have to see each other every day."

"Right." Her gaze drops to her shoes and there's a tremble in her shoulders. "Of course. It was stupid of me to ask. I'm sorry."

Fuck. Maybe turning her down this way was an even worse idea. "You don't need to apologize—" I begin.

"I do. I just put you in a super awkward position without even thinking about it." She hikes up the strap of her purse and hurriedly pulls out her car keys. I don't want her to run. More than anything I don't want her to run. Her voice is shaky as she says, "Sorry again. I hope you have a good night, Connor."

Then she turns on her heel and darts away into the parking lot before I can even summon an answer.

Damn it.

I don't know what I was thinking. God, I was stupid. So, so stupid. Of course it wouldn't be smart to date my coworker. I just thought... It felt like he was trying to tell me something when he offered to talk. But he was just being friendly, and I read too much into it.

I go home that night and treat myself to delivery pizza and ice cream to help soothe my bruises. Then I head to my room and pull up some dirty artwork I've been saving.

I keep thinking about the shadow creature, the huge monster that I can hear snuffling and grunting as it plunges into me with that massive, incredible cock. I found my way to a forum just for people who have a kink for getting railed by big monsters and decided to check it out.

I found a wealth of what I was looking for and far more. It turns me on more than even my little bullet vibe. I lie on my bed with my laptop, dig out a bigger vibe, and lube myself up thinking of the creature in my dream. It's a great beast with pointed ears and yellow eyes that poke holes in the darkness. Somehow I feel like I know him, and I try to imagine that the thick dildo I'm pushing inside me belongs to him.

The next day at work, I put the bullet back in. At least I can feel good while avoiding Connor. That will take the sting out of getting rejected.

When I walk into the break room, of course he's there pouring creamer into his coffee. I say a quick "hello" and head to the other end of the room, pretending I'm here to get a fork, then scurry out as quickly as possible, even though what I really wanted was coffee. I can't face him after last night. Maybe I've already ruined our coworker relationship just by asking.

I spend the day turning up the power on the vibe, getting myself closer and closer to the finish line, only to slow it down again. Finally I can't take it anymore, and I head to the bathroom to finish myself off, running the vibe all over my clit until I finally break.

But my day doesn't get any better. The printer keeps jamming up, and it's all the way across the office in a creepy little room along with the scanner and the printer supplies. After the tenth time it jams, I run to the machine ready to tear it apart. I'm cursing at it as I open the panel to find the jam.

"You piece of shit," I growl at it, tearing at the paper. "Fucking worthless chunk of plastic."

"Raven?" I hear Connor say. "Are you okay?"

Holy shit. Today Raven smells like sunflowers and gold, like a good steak with a side of cinnamon roll. But she's shouting angrily at the printer, oblivious to the fact she's also radiating pure sex.

"What's going on?" I ask, stepping into the printer room. I was going to copy some signed paperwork, but now my nose is working overtime. The scent of her is everywhere, and it's starting to slip past my arguably meager defenses. I'm doing everything in my power just to keep my hands at my sides and not wrap them around her perfect hips. I could just push her up against the printer, pull up her skirt, and—

"The printer's jammed." She says it with such defeat in her voice, it's like she's just lost a war. "I can't get the damn thing to work, and I..." Raven trails off, then sniffles. "Sorry. I'm just frustrated."

I'm trying to stay in the moment, to help her with her problem and maybe ease some of her distress, but all my blood is flowing straight down to my groin. It's a very small room, with no windows and probably no vents.

"It's all right," I say. "Maybe I can help." I approach the printer and examine where she's half-pulled out the paper stuck inside. "I've had this happen before. You just need to reset the feeder. Hold on." I pry out the rest of the jammed paper, then open the drawer in the bottom. Raven peers over my shoulder as I work, and if my nose weren't already filled with the smell of her, it would be now.

I take out all the blank paper, tidy up the stack, and shove it back into the feeder. Then I press the little green button and we wait in silence as the printer sends the job through. Miraculously, it works and her document starts appearing in the tray.

Raven lets out a huge sigh. "Thank you. I've been fighting this fucking thing all day and I was just about to go Office Space on it."

I chuckle. "No problem. Been there." Raven reaches for her papers. "Hey, Raven. I want you to know that—"

She holds up her hands. "It's okay. We don't need to talk about it."

But I do need to. I need her to know that it wasn't about her, or even about being coworkers.

As she rushes to leave the printer room, I grab her arm and she lets out a gasp of surprise.

"I would love to go out with you," I say, looking into her wide eyes. "More than anything. But you don't know about me. You don't know who I am."

I mean to say it menacingly, but she doesn't look afraid at all.

"You're Connor," she says, relaxing in my hold. "I know you're a good guy."

She has no idea. "I'm not," I growl. "I'm the opposite of a good guy. In fact, I'm dangerous. I could hurt you, Raven."

There. That will do it.

But then, she laughs. "Are you trying to scare me off?" she asks with a wry grin. "Because it's doing the opposite of that." She backs away from the printer and pushes the door behind her closed. Suddenly all that's left is the one fluorescent light overhead. I don't know what to make of her.

That should have made her turn tail, but now she just looks like she wants to eat me. Little does she know she's the one who will be devoured.

Connor moves lightning fast as he pins me against the printer. His pupils dilate until his brown eyes are all black, and his breath is coming hot and fast.

I barely have time to register that he's about to kiss me before his mouth seizes mine. It's no light peck, no exploratory first kiss. It's hungry and animal and already his tongue is laving over my lips, barging between them to explore even more of my mouth. Oh, god, does he feel good. This is how I want to be kissed. I want to be consumed.

I bury my fingers in his hair and pull him closer. The hands pinning me down start to slide roughly up and down my arms and chest and hips, pressing me harder against the printer. His hand brushes over my pocket, where I keep the remote control for the vibe.

Just a little pressure and the power is suddenly cranked up. I moan into Connor's mouth as the vibe goes nuts and his hips jerk against me. I can tell as he rubs against my thigh that he's grown thick and long down there, and it makes me shudder all over in warm anticipation.

His hands find their way under my ass and he hefts me up, and I'm surprised at his strength. Now I'm sitting on the printer and he's grinding himself between my thighs, never once releasing my mouth from his assault. My vibe is turning me into a shivering, moaning mess underneath him.

"Fuck," Connor groans, releasing my lips at last. He huffs against my forehead, his hands still gripping my cheeks and thighs. "I don't know how you're doing it, but god damn, you smell so good."

Smell? Huh. I didn't put on any perfume today.

Connor's grinding harder now, like he's trying to fuck me with our clothes on. I don't know what got into him but I like it. No, I love it. He would be welcome to keep rubbing his body all over me if we weren't in the printer room at work. Hell, I'd probably let him fuck me right here.

"Connor," I finally manage. "Tonight. Can we finish this tonight?"

When I finally get a good look into his eyes, I find that they're bright yellow, like a wild animal's. I blink a few times, thinking I must have imagined it. But he quickly turns his head and grunts out a harsh, "Yes. Tonight."

He pulls away, and a surprisingly large package is tenting his slacks. I slide back down to my feet as he adjusts himself and takes a few deep, measured breaths.

"You can do this," Connor says to himself. Soon his boner has calmed down enough that he can look at me again. His eyes have returned to normal. Huh.

"Come to my house," he growls, his voice much lower and throatier than I remember it being. "I'll text you the address."

Then he pulls open the door and hastily walks from the room.

Is it just my imagination or do his arms look hairier? I've never paid that close attention before. But I'm absolutely thrilled for whatever tonight will hold.

She said yes. Oh my god, she said yes.

Oh, no. She said yes, which means she"s coming to my house to finish what we started today in the printer room. Which means there"s a good chance we"ll take our clothes off, and once I have her naked in front of me, who knows what will happen?

I didn"t really think this through. But god, I wanted nothing more today than to yank my pants down, scoot up her skirt, and plunge myself inside her. There was something driving her wild underneath me, making a high-pitched sound and sending sparks of her scent right up my nostrils. I must learn what it was.

I"ve been sitting in the dark for a while, just smoothing one hand down my leg where my cock is thick and hard under my jeans. I haven"t been able to stop thinking about her since I got home. She said she"d be here in an hour, and I know that means she"s taking a shower first, which I find disappointing. I loved how she smelled today, absolutely drenched in the scent of her sticky come. All I wanted was to lick it off of her.

That"s all right. If I can keep my transformation under control, I"ll still have my chance to make her gush all over and lick it up.

Big if.

Eventually I hear a car pull up outside, so I quickly turn on all the lights. Don"t want to look like a complete creep. There are footsteps on the front porch, and then, after a few seconds, a light knock at the door.

I take a few extra moments to answer just so I don"t look like I've been standing there waiting. When I pull the door open, Raven is there in my entryway in the tastiest-looking outfit I"ve ever seen. A tiny spaghetti strap barely keeps her big, round tits in place, and I can even see the edges of her red bra at the low neckline. She wears high jeans over it, which hug her butt in the most shockingly hot and adorable way possible.

"Are you going to let me in? Or just look?" she asks tartly. I pull the door wide open and step to one side so she can enter.

"You look fucking hot," I finally say. The words are crude, but I can"t think of anything else because she's occupying all my conscious thoughts.

"Why, thank you." She does a little curtsy with an invisible skirt. "You look good when you"re not in your work clothes."

Does that mean I don"t when I am? But by the lascivious smirk on her face, I don"t think so.

Raven advances on me like a predator hunting for prey. She winds her arms around my neck and leans up, just brushing her lips over mine. I'm pleased to find we're going to dive back in where we left off in the printer room.

As if I"ve been picked up by a tornado, I'm sucked right into her. A second later I have her wedged as close against my body as humanly possible, one hand tangled in her hair, the other roving down her back and over the soft swell of her ass.

Oh, god, the smell of her. It"s like nothing else on this earth. Every instinct in my body is going wild, screaming to rip off that cute, tiny spaghetti strap and everything else holding her body back from me.

"I didn"t think you had it in you, Connor," Raven says as she pulls away to catch her breath. "You always struck me as the shy type."

If only she knew that it"s a mask I carefully wear so I don"t attract attention to myself. If only she knew I"ve been picturing her naked since March, imagining wrapping her around my cock and taking her against a wall. Frankly, all sorts of places, but not once did I dream that I'd be fucking her in my own house.

"You bring it out of me," I tell her instead, leading her into the living room by her hips. Here I can make her comfortable while I decide how best to go about this. I have to somehow keep my transformation under control, even though she'll certainly notice something is odd when she sees my cock, with its thick lump at the base.

"So I turn you on?" she asks with a wide grin as she slides down onto my couch. I follow her, making sure her head is comfortably propped on the arm before I start exploring her with my hands. I run them over her round tits, finding the nipples under her bra and teasing them with my thumbs. She wriggles underneath me, and, by the smell of her, she's already incredibly aroused. It pleases me immensely to know I'm the one doing it to her.

"Oh, you do turn me on," I murmur, kissing her neck, then her collar, as I play with her amazing boobs. "A great deal. I've been thinking about you for..." I trail off. Should I really confess to her how long I've been fantasizing about doing just this and more?

Don't mention your dream of pumping her full of your come so you can get her pregnant, my human brain warns me. Right. Normal human woman here.

"For?" she prompts, lifting her hips to rub them against mine. Oh, fuck. My cock is so hard already it might just burst through my jeans. Honestly, I wouldn't put that past it.

"Let's just say I've been thinking about it for a while." I return to her mouth and cover it with mine, sucking her lips, nibbling at them with my teeth. She groans and arches her back so her breasts press in the most tantalizing way against my chest.

Now I finally get to have her.

So he's been wanting me too, huh? That's an intriguing and rather pleasing thought.

Maybe I shouldn't have brought my vibe along on this trip, but I just couldn't help it. I wanted to be thoroughly turned on and dripping when I saw Connor, ready to get fucked hard. Hopefully he doesn't mind when he finds out.

But all this clothing is getting in the way of what I really want, so I head for my shirt and pull it up by the hem. Connor shifts backwards so he's straddling me, and I practically rip off the spaghetti strap. He lets out a heavy breath as my tits are exposed, barely restrained by my bra. This is the best one I had, and there are even matching panties under my jeans.

"Fuck," he grunts. His hand ducks under my back and unclips the band of my bra. I'm surprised at how vigorously he tears it off me, revealing my fat boobs and extremely hard nipples.

Without any preamble, he drops his head and starts to suck on them. Damn. His tongue makes a few laps around one of my nipples before he suddenly bites on it.

"Holy shit." It hurts, but also feels so damn good. He runs his tongue over the bite to soften the pain, and my whole body is responding. My pussy squeezes tight around the vibe, and I gasp in pleasure as he bites my other nipple. I'm whimpering and arching into his rough treatment. It reminds me of the shadow creature in the dream treating my body with as much ferocity as tenderness, fucking me deep while never once hurting me.

When he's done with my breasts, Connor kisses down my belly, stopping at the button of my jeans. He quickly pops it open and unzips them, and he climbs off me to slide them down my legs, taking my cute panties along for the ride. I realize then that my shoes are still on, and he pauses briefly to take them off, too. Suddenly I'm naked in front of him, and he's still wearing all his clothes.

Why is this so hot?

Before I realize what's going on, Connor has my thighs spread, and he's crouched down to drop his head between my legs.

Oh, my god. What guy goes right for cunnilingus? Connor, I guess. He's like a dream come true.

He runs his finger over my clit right away and I moan. Suddenly, he pauses.

"You're vibrating," he observes, one eyebrow arched. "Are you a robot?"

I giggle, then reach down between my legs. He watches curiously as I slide two fingers inside myself and withdraw the vibe, then turn it off with the remote.

His eyes go wide as saucers. "Oh. Wow." A sudden look of understanding comes over him. "So that's why you always smell like sex."

I blink. "What? You can smell me?"

It doesn't look like he meant to say that. Connor blubbers for a second. "Well, I, uh, you see..." He clears his throat, then quickly shoves his face between my legs and starts to lick me.

Every thought flies out of my head, and I drop the vibe to the floor by accident. He's attacking my clit with his tongue, sweeping back and forth over it in the most delectable way possible. I writhe and groan, and before long I find him sliding a finger in right where my vibe used to be. I'm definitely going to come all over his face like this.

"God damn," Connor mutters, pausing to breathe deeply. "You taste so fucking great."

Nobody's ever told me that in my life, and boy, do I like it. It only takes a few moments for my orgasm to spiral out from the place where he's tonguing me senseless and race up my spine. My back arches, and I let out a cry as it takes me over. Connor's still furiously licking, and before my last climax is over I crest a new one.

He groans against my pussy. "Fuck, yes. Come for me, Raven."

By the time he withdraws from between my legs I'm panting and twitching, every one of my nerves firing ripples of pleasure across my body. While I'm lying there pathetically, Connor sits up and yanks off his shirt. When I get a good look at his face, though, I find that again his eyes have changed color: they're bright yellow all over, like a wolf's. His arms are noticeably hairier, and, when he unveils his chest to me, it's shockingly hairy, too.

"Connor...?" I ask. What's happening to him? He's breathing hard, nostrils flared, and when he smiles down at me, his canines have grown significantly longer. Finally I ask, "Connor, are you a vampire?"

He pauses in the middle of unbuttoning his jeans to give me a strange look. "Huh?"

"Well, your eyes, and, um..." I point at his face. "Your fangs? You didn't have those before."

"Ah, fuck!" He gets up off the couch and rubs his face. "No, I'm not a vampire. God. No."

"Then what are you?" Unbidden, an image of the dark monster with the huge cock pops into my mind. It had yellow eyes just like his.

Connor's head is turned away from me, his dick trying desperately to escape his pants. His hands tense up into fists. "I'm not human," he says. "This is what I was trying to tell you. I'm not just some guy you work with."

Well, I gathered that much by now.

"Okay, but if you're not human that means you're something else." I sit up on the couch naked and reach for his arm. Whatever's going on, he's clearly embarrassed by it. Little does he know how much porn I've been hoarding starring many different inhuman things.

He stills under my hand, then finally looks down at me. His nose has begun to elongate, and fur is spreading across his skin. He's growing in size right in front of me, splitting all of his clothes wide open.

When Connor opens his mouth to speak, all of his teeth have become long and pointed. "Raven... I'm a werewolf."

Raven's blue eyes are wide as the transformation takes me over. I couldn't stop it, not after tasting her, not after slicking my hand in and out of her amazing, sopping-wet pussy, all prepared for me by that tiny vibe of hers.

God. That thing. So much makes sense to me now. Has she been wearing it every day at work? It's astonishing and really fucking hot. She'd be my perfect woman if it weren't for the fact she's about to go running from my house at full speed with no clothes on.

"Oh my god," she says, staring as my feet turn into huge paws with high hocks. My hands grow to the size of plates, long claws sprouting from the end of each finger. There's a pop! as my tail emerges from my spine, big and fluffy. Her mouth steadily falls open as I change, and by the time I'm finished, she's gaping at me. "So you are a werewolf."

She hasn't gotten up yet. Maybe she's just in shock, too stunned to move.

"Yup," I say, because there isn't much else to it.

"Huh." Raven still looks like she's seen a ghost, but now she's massaging her jaw as she closes it. Then she narrows her eyes suspiciously. "Wait. Are you the one who's been fucking me in my dreams?"

Now it's my turn to gape. Not only is she still here, still lying completely exposed on the couch to me... "What?" I'm dumbfounded. "What do you mean?"

"There's this big monster who's been, uh, visiting me at night. When I'm asleep."

I have no idea what to make of this, but it could explain why she hasn't taken off screaming yet. "I haven't been doing anything like that, I don't think," I answer truthfully. But the idea is stirring my cock again, and now it's starting to rise up in its full, transformed size. Her gaze travels down to it, and she gasps.

"That's it!" Raven sits up on the couch, transfixed. "I know that!"

Now I'm really confused. She's staring at my junk with the biggest smile on her face I've ever seen. "You know what?" I ask, almost tempted to cover myself up at the plainly lewd look she's giving me.

"It is you." There's powerful certainty in her voice. "You're the one I've been dreaming about for the last week. I would know that anywhere." She gestures at my throbbing erection. "It has that big round bit on the bottom."

My knot. She really does recognize it. Has my lust for her somehow manifested in her nightmares?

Curious, Raven edges towards me. "Can I touch it?" she asks, glancing up at me. She tilts her head as we lock gazes. "Man, those eyes are cool."

She wants to touch me? I'm starting to wonder if maybe I'm the one who's asleep. "S-sure," I manage. "Go for it."

When her hand wraps around my cock, I can't restrain my strangled moan. Encouraged, she strokes up the massive shaft, and pre-come starts to leak out. I haven't been touched like this in my werewolf form since I was rejected from the pack, and holy Satan on Earth, it feels amazing. Now that I'm changed, my nose is even more powerful than before, and the scent of her fresh climax is filling up every cavity in my head. I can't help growling as she reaches my knot, and massages it with her fingers. I think I might just go off right in her hand.

"Hold on," I grunt, pulling her away. Her tiny hand drowns in my big, furry one.

Raven looks worried. "Did I hurt you?"

I shake my head fervently. "No. But I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you if you keep doing that." I want nothing in the world more than to pounce on her, push her down on the couch, and impale her on my cock.

"Hurt me?" she asks. "How?"

I can't help licking my chops. "By fucking you," I clarify. The longer I look at her, the longer I smell her, the more my animal urges are rising up into my conscious mind and taking over. Her little pussy is still dripping from when I licked her, and I think even if I'm a touch too big, she would be slick enough to stretch and fit me.

"Oh." She drops onto her back, head leaned on the arm of the couch once more. Delicately she reaches down to her swollen, pink folds, and starts to touch herself. "But that's what I want you to do," she says. "I've literally been dreaming about it."

This can't be real, can it?

Oh my god. Here he is, right in front of me—my dream beast. The shape of him makes a lot more sense now that I can see him in the full light. He's furry all over except for his chest, where his fairly muscular body has turned shockingly beefy. Just like in my dream, his cock is gigantic and has that lump at the bottom that I know will feel so, so good. His eyes are intense, and there's even drool gathering in his jaws.

Connor is literally my dreams come true.

"Come on, wolf guy," I say, curling one finger and beckoning him towards me. I want him inside me while I'm still fired up from that tongue-fucking session.

But instead of climbing on top of me as I expect him to, Connor crouches down and slides his hands under me, picking me up as if I'm made of air. He carries me down the hall quickly, claws clicking on the wood floors, to a big bedroom with gray walls and black bedsheets. I like the feel of his soft fur under my bare skin, and I'm getting more excited by the moment for what's coming next.

When we reach the bed, he lies me down surprisingly gently, and takes a few heavy breaths.

"Raven," he says uncertainly. "I need to tell you. This isn't just a casual fuck. Not for me."

I arch an eyebrow. "I don't typically hook up with just any werewolf," I say with a chuckle, but he looks deadly serious.

"I'm looking for something more than that. If we do this—" He swallows hard. "—then I'm choosing you, and you're choosing me. I'm looking for a mate."

A mate? I wonder what that means to a werewolf. Is it like getting married?

It seems a little soon for that, but honestly, I'm game. Where else am I going to find a hot guy who turns into a monster?

"Okay," I say. "Then I choose you, if you choose me."

A wicked grin peels back his lips. "Oh, I chose a long time ago."

He hurriedly reaches into the bedside table for a plastic bottle, and his big clawed hands are shaking as he drizzles lube all over his cock, the thick veins up the side pulsing in time with his quick breath. Cock gleaming, he climbs onto the bed and grabs my thighs in his huge hands, dragging me towards him. His yellow eyes are piercing, and his lips curl in a growl.

Now I understand what he meant. His instincts are taking over, and he's going to fuck me hard and fast.

Perfect.

He grabs onto my nipples again with his mouth, and tongues them roughly as he guides his cock between my legs. The moment the head finds my chasm I know I'm going to have to stretch for him, just like I do in my dreams. Thankfully, he put the lube on thick, and my pussy easily parts for him.

"Fuck," Connor groans, his arms shivering where they're pressing down hard on the bed. "You're so tight, Raven." He's only got his head inside me, but already little sparks are spidering out from the place our bodies connect. His eyes are slammed shut, his black nose huffing great big breaths as he fights for control of himself.

"Connor." I reach up to stroke along his furry muzzle, and his eyes shoot open. "Just do it. Do it how you want."

His breath hitches, and then something else seems to take over him: the feral, raw creature that he's repressed deep inside. With a howl, he thrusts into me, and my entire body curls with the force of it.

"Oh god," I moan as that massive cock somehow, magically, fits inside me. Well, all of it except that big lump at the base. That hovers just outside me, as I'm not quite stretched enough to take it.

Not that this matters. Connor's got so much length that immediately I'm stuffed up to the brim. I can feel the head of him deeper than anyone's ever been, and I clench my legs tight around his hips as my body shifts to accommodate him. My feet brush the base of his tail and Connor jolts underneath me, and I wonder if that's a sensitive place.

"I can't believe it," he mutters to himself as he pulls his cock back out the way it went in. He groans loud and harsh as he shoves back into me, and it glides like a kid on a waterslide. I can't believe how monstrously good he feels widening me, pulling my layers apart until I'm so full there's no give at all in my pussy. I can barely flex my muscles down there, so I don't bother and let Connor take over.

His claws curl in the blankets, and I hear a rip as they tear through. He leans his head down to mine, plunging into me faster and harder, slicking in and out with slobbery noises. Then his tongue is plying my lips apart, and once they're open for him, he jams it inside my mouth. It's long and thick and I moan as it tangles with my own. His mouth is wide open, his huge fangs leaking drool onto my face as he tongue-fucks me.

My tiny vibe has absolutely nothing on Connor.

"Raven," he growls, sitting back on his haunches and lifting me up by my hips to bury himself even deeper. "I'm going to fuck you so good and so hard."

Now that I'm wet and soft and open for him, I feel that lump at the base of him start to worm its way inside me. Oh, damn.

"Yes," I moan. "Please, please!"

I cry out as his lump slips past my entrance, stretching me even wider. I can barely hold my body together as he thrusts with more force, that ball-like knot slipping in and out, triggering bright explosions behind my eyes.

"You're mine." Connor's gaze is intense, those yellow eyes lasering into me. "My mate. All mine."

I nod rapidly as the head of his cock digs further into me, and the budding pleasure in my abdomen threatens to become a mountain. If I'm not careful, I'll topple right off the side.

"I'm all yours," I agree.

He snarls with satisfaction and drags his tongue down the side of my face. "And now," he whispers in my ear, his claws finding their way to my rock-hard nipples, "I'm going to pump you full of my come, and I'm going to keep doing it until you're fat with my cubs."

I nod my head furiously. If he fucks me like this every night, I'll happily become his breeding mare.

"Give it to me, Connor," I whisper.

With a moan of pleasure, he drags his tongue down my neck to the curve of my shoulder. I feel the tips of his teeth brush over my soft skin, and then suddenly, they pierce through.

I let out a scream as his fangs bury themselves in my flesh. The sharp pain of the bite is the last spark I need to reach for my climax. He roars and shoves through my tightening heat, and that's when I feel that lump starting to swell up. It rockets me over the edge and beyond, sending me even higher. It's as if the ceiling is crumbling as that massive knot fills and fills until suddenly, it can't move any longer.

"Your womb is mine," he grinds out between clamped teeth. Absently I can sense that I'm bleeding, but it only heightens my orgasm. Once more Connor plunges himself inside me, and then that huge lump fills so full it sticks.

I'm moaning, thrashing, pulling him in as deep with my heels as I possibly can. He groans as he hits his limit and suddenly, there's a hot burst right against my cervix. Somehow it feels painful and wonderful, and I can sense his gushing seed seeping through it. There are no more thrusts; there can't be with that massive lump jammed inside me. My cavern stretches and stretches to accommodate his load, and tears are streaming down my face as I'm pumped so obscenely full that I can't feel anything else.

"God! Connor!" He grips me hard, claws digging into the skin of my back as he pulls me roughly against his furry body. "Ah, fuck!"

"You're incredible," he whispers against my head. "Absolutely amazing, Raven."

We lie there, gasping and panting, as his claws finally loosen their hold on me. He draws them down my body, over my swollen belly as his breaths slow, and so do mine. But that huge cock of his is still stoppering me up, and my abdomen aches while pleasure continues coursing through my bloodstream.

Finally, I feel the blood drain out of him, and his cock is almost violently ejected by my strained, tight pussy. Come spurts out, drenching my ass and the bed underneath me. Connor doesn't seem to care and collapses on top of me, just barely avoiding crushing me with one arm. He licks the wound on my shoulder, drawing the blood away.

"What was that, by the way?" I ask.

"Oh, sorry. It's just instinct. Now if you ever come across another werewolf, they'll know you're mine."

That's kind of neat.

He sniffles across my face with his cool, wet nose. "God damn," he groans. "You're amazing, Raven."

I'm still too out of breath to answer, so I just bury my face in his furry neck. Once we're a little more recovered, Connor scoops me up with one arm and rolls me into his chest.

"Did you mean all that?" I finally ask. "All that stuff you said about like, getting me pregnant?"

After a beat, he slowly nods.

"Yeah. I did."

I smile against his thick pectorals. Little baby werewolves sounds like my kind of crazy. "Cool."

What did I do to deserve a woman like this?

I finally pull out, and my instincts know exactly what to do. I get between her legs and clean her up with my long tongue, making sure to soothe the raw, red edges of her sweet pussy. Then I bundle her up tight in my arms, curling my haunches underneath her so she's fully encased in me. I smooth her hair down with one hand and rub over her sore belly, which is still full of me.

For the first time, the urge to mate has abated. I feel at peace in a way I've never felt before and it's intoxicating. My tail wags behind me, content and happy for the first time in years, as we fall asleep.

We're both late to work the next day. It was just too impossible to drag ourselves out of bed. My werewolf form has been satisfied, so it lies quietly inside me when I wake up to the overpowering scent of sex. I fuck Raven again anyway, though I know my human cock doesn't quite live up to my transformed one.

We start going steady after that. I take her on a "first date," and she dresses up in the hottest little green number I've ever seen. To my surprise, the wolf wakes up again, and that night I take her hard from behind, the way I've always craved. I fuck her until she's screaming and then shoot everything inside her again, relishing the way her ass quivers with the force of her orgasm. My knot jams itself inside her again, making sure none of my potency can escape.

Raven's pregnant only a few weeks later. Without much pomp or circumstance, she packs up her apartment and moves into my house, where I can dote on her every moment like she deserves. We let the office know that we're not only dating but getting married soon, and everyone is a little shocked.

Sheepishly, I reach out to my mom, who still lives with the pack, to let her know I have a cub on the way. She's surprised.

"You managed to find a human willing to be your mate?" she asks over the phone, amazed.

"She's pretty special, Mom."

And she is. My Raven, my blue-eyed queen, takes up every last corner of my heart. Well, all of them except the spot reserved for the growing cub in her belly.

"Will she be a werewolf, too?" she asks, groaning a little as she adjusts her big, swollen body on the couch.

I shrug. "Maybe, maybe not. It's a gene like any other."

"Huh." She leans against my shoulder. "That will be a fun little surprise someday."

After Mom advocates for me, Raven, and our new baby, I'm welcomed back into the pack. Somehow, Raven fits in smoothly with them. Maybe they all share a little of the same crazy. Eventually, it's like I never left at all.

My wild, perfect woman. All mine.