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Chapter 12

Crystal rode Hank all the way into his trailer. It wasn’t until she heard the door click shut behind them that she relaxed her grip and lowered her legs to the floor. She kissed him again and slipped her hands between them, fumbling with his pants.

“I felt this outside,” she breathed into his mouth. “I need it!”

Hank growled deep in his chest as she managed to release the button and unzip him. Her hand slid into his pants, her fingers seeking and finding the meaty prize she was after. Crystal squeaked and then moaned as Hank grabbed her and crushed his lips into hers. She squeezed the hot flesh in her hands and then gasped anew when strong hands grabbed her and spun her around.

Crystal found herself pulled back against him and felt his strong chest against her back. He held her tight while squirming and taking his clothes off. She made out the snapping sounds of seams surrendering to his strength, proving that he was barely in control of himself. Because of her. She did that to him. She made him want her that badly. No, not want. Need.

Crystal moaned and thrust her butt back into his groin. She felt the searing hot flesh of his manhood against her. She slid it around until it rested between her cheeks and then continued to writhe against him. Hank’s breathing was deep and filled with a soft growl as his large hands slipped under her arms and around her sides to envelop her boobs.

Crystal shuddered when his rough fingers scraped her nipples. She bit down on her lip, nearly drawing blood, and whimpered. Hank squeezed, gently but with no doubt in his firm grip that he was in charge. His fingers twisted her turgid points and turned her whimper into a gasping moan.

She thrust her ass into him harder, trying to convey her need for him. The fire in her belly was so hot not even another swim in the pond could put it out. As her thighs ground against each other, she felt her own swollen flesh slipping and sliding. She was ready for him. More than ready. She opened her mouth to beg him to take her when she felt his lips against her neck. She stiffened as her body tightened in anticipation.

When Hank bit down, Crystal cried out. It wasn’t from the pain; it was from the release. His strong arms held her against him while her body shook. He licked and kissed at the bite, soothing the sharp pain that had sent her over the edge into a fog of contented bliss. His hands slid down to her hips and pulled her against him even harder. His manhood was trapped between her cheeks and his own belly, nuzzled securely as it throbbed with each rapid beat of his heart.

Crystal fell forward onto the couch. She caught herself with her arms and then pulled ahead while looking back over her shoulder at him. She couldn’t find the words to speak and when she tried, she had to catch the drool that nearly ran out of her mouth.

Hank pressed forward, redirecting himself with one hand and finding his target with ease. Crystal’s long legs put her at the perfect height for him, more proof in the back of her mind that they were perfect for each other. The thought was shattered as he spread her apart for the second time.

Crystal’s breath was caught in her throat. Her lips gaped and she struggled to breathe through the feeling of being stretched and impaled. Her belly burned hotter and hotter. Contrary to the fire inside her, she felt her juices running down her thigh. She twisted her head and lifted her shoulders. She wasn’t bleeding; it was what he did to her. She found her breath and let out a whimper.

Hank stopped. In the gruffest voice she’d ever heard, he asked, “Are you okay?”

Crystal nodded her head and had to shut her eyes to keep her hair from stinging her. She buried her face in the couch and pushed back, driving herself onto him. “More!” she moaned through the cushion of the couch.

Hank’s fingers tightened on her hips and he inched himself in bit by bit, rocking and sometimes pulling back before pressing in further. She couldn’t think; all she could do was feel Hank’s beast filling her and joining them together. His hips brushed against her thighs, proving they’d managed the impossible yet again.

Crystal reached back to put a hand on his thigh. She could feel him trembling under her fingers and it thrilled her. All she could do was lie there and pant, gasping for air and growing accustomed to how wonderful she felt. No, not just her—him too. He felt incredible. Together it was beyond anything she could ever imagine.

He pulled back then, sucking the breath from her lungs just as surely as if she been kicked in the chest. He drove back into her, forcing her deeper into the cushion and making her squeak. Not only did his hips slap against her but she felt him drive into something inside her. It jarred her and filled her with a primal need. She ground herself back against him and growled.

Hank took the message to heart and let himself loose. His fingers dug into her hips and her butt stung from the repeated slapping of his hips against her. In seconds, Crystal lost herself to the sensations and began whimpering and howling into the cushion.

She twisted her head at one point so she could suck in fresh air. The smell of sweat and sex filled the trailer, but she was barely aware of it. She saw a furry white hand beside her, long fingers grasping the cushion and jerking forward at the same time that Hank’s hips slammed into her. She blinked, wondering how he could hold her hips and still be leaning over her to support himself with his hands beside her.

Crystal’s breath caught in her throat. She flexed her fingers, letting go of the couch, and realized she was looking at her own hand. Her nails were dark and curved to a point. The white fur was longer than before, as much as a quarter of an inch. She jerked her head to the other side and saw that her other arm looked the same.

Crystal stiffened and pushed herself up off the couch. Hank slid his hands up, distracting her as he grabbed and fondled her breasts again. She gasped as his fingers pinched and pulled her nipples, and then he cupped her breasts and drove himself up and into her. She grabbed onto the back of the couch to stop them from overbalancing and falling forward onto it.

Crystal let her head drop down and saw the furry white landscape of her chest and belly. She stared, the shock momentarily denying her the satisfaction of Hank’s affections. “Hank!” she gasped.

He grunted.

“Hank, stop!”

He growled and slowed.

Crystal reached back with one hand and pushed against his hip. He stopped but stayed buried inside her. Crystal twisted and pulled herself free of him. He growled again and she felt the loss immediately. She fell onto the couch and scooted up until she was sitting on it. She stared at herself and then looked up at him. “What’s happening to—”

Crystal stopped and stared. Hank was trembling. His face was red and the veins on his head, neck, chest, and arms looked ready to burst. “Oh my God, is it supposed to be purple?”

Hank closed his eyes and squeezed his hands into fists. He tilted his head back and would have stared up at the ceiling of his trailer had his eyelids been open. The object of her attention glistened and throbbed. She watched as a pearl of liquid formed at the tip and dropped to the carpet in slow motion.

It barely missed her foot, which drew her attention to the fur coating her legs. She traced it back up and stared in shock at how completely covered she was save for her nipples, palms, the soles of her feet. She reached up to her face and felt the fine downy fur on her cheeks.

“But—I’m not changed all the way, am I?”

Hank let out a shuddering breath and brought his attention to her. He blinked several times, his bright eyes focusing on her. “Yeti,” he muttered.

“Yeti? You mean, like, an abominable snow woman?”

He grunted and nodded.

“Oh my God! That’s like an albino version of the Beast! But I’m not like him! I beat him! I’m a wolf!” Her chin trembled as she stared at her boyfriend. Hank stared back, his body primed for action and his eyes fierce. “Please, you have to believe me!”

He nodded. “I do.”

“So what’s wrong with me?” Crystal pleaded. “Why can’t I shift?”

“Uh, I don’t really want you to,” he said. “I was making love to my, um, girlfriend. I’m an open-minded guy, but there are laws about men screwing wolves.”

Crystal blinked as his words sunk in. She shook her head. “That’s not what I meant. I mean—shit! I don’t know what I mean. Is that what’s going to happen to me? When we have sex I lose control and shift?”

Hank shook his head. She noticed the movement caused something else to shake too. “You need to get control of it. Gwen and Ember didn’t help?”

Crystal pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. “I’m different,” she said before resting her chin against her knees. The soft white fur tickled her lips, forcing her to jerk back and stare at it.

“Hank—I’m scared.”

Hank nodded and glanced down at his erection. “Um—”

“Can you just hold me?” she whispered.

Hank swallowed and nodded. “Yeah, uh, let me go and, uh—just a minute, okay?”

Crystal nodded without lifting her head. She was too busy wondering what was wrong with her. Why couldn’t she shift like the others could? When she and her wolf had joined, had she lost that ability? Was she going to be stuck as a mostly normal girl who couldn’t do anything other than star as the bearded lady at a circus?

She looked up when she heard the door to the bathroom shut. She glanced around, realizing Hank had left her alone. Just for a minute though. Or so she hoped. He wouldn’t abandon her, would he? Climb out through a window and tell the others that she was a freak? She heard something clatter from the bathroom and gasped. Was he breaking out now?

Chapter 13

Crystal knocked on the door to the bathroom and then, a moment later when all she heard was some heavy breathing, she checked the doorknob. It turned and clicked open, revealing a naked Hank facing away from her. His arm was moving rapidly and, after a long moment, Crystal realized what he was doing. He stiffened and grunted, his movements becoming spastic for several seconds.

“Oh my God!” she breathed.

He spun around, bouncing off the counter and still holding himself in his hand. Crystal stared at his crotch and hands and blinked, too stunned to process what was right before her eyes.

“I said I’d be just a minute,” Hank sputtered.

His words jerked her eyes and focus up to his red face. “I, um, I was scared. I thought maybe you were running away.”

“I’m in the bathroom,” he pointed out.

“I know, but, you know, like maybe you would climb out the window or something.”

Hank glanced at the window behind him, drawing her eyes to it, and then looked back at her. It was so small that not even a child could slip through if they figured out how to slide the glass pane off it.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I just—I’m scared! What’s happening to me?”

Hank’s shoulders dropped and he lowered his head. “I’m sorry too. I couldn’t think and I knew that if I tried to lie down with you, I’d end up doing something or going crazy.”

Crystal glanced at his hands again. He let go of his fading erection but the other hand remained held out in front of him, cupped to keep from making a mess on the floor. She bit her lip and realized she could smell him. Not just him, but what he had in his hand.

“Um, let me get cleaned up and I’ll be right out,” Hank offered.

Crystal stared, thinking back to how Stephanie had offered to help her. She shook her head slowly, unable to imagine doing what it was that Stephanie had suggested.

“You don’t want me to?”

Crystal jerked her head up and shook her head again. “What? Oh! Um, yes. I’m sorry, I was—oh my God. Go ahead, I’ll, um, I’ll be out here.”

“I’ll be out,” Hank said. He caught her eyes and she felt like she was going to fall into him as he vowed, “I promise.”

Crystal nodded slowly and, after he broke his gaze with her, she stumbled back and rushed out. She glanced around and saw her dirty dress lying folded on the chair. She grabbed it and pulled it over her head in a rush. A few seconds later, she noticed she’d put it on backwards and had to shift it around while Hank finished washing up.

He emerged just as she finished smoothing the creased and crumpled dress. He stopped and frowned. “Is everything okay?”

She shook her head and hugged her arms over her chest. “No!”

Hank stepped closer and pulled her into his arms. Crystal remained stiff only for a moment and then she melted into his iron grasp and let the tears flow. Hank held her for a moment and then moved enough to scoop her up into his arms and carry her back to his bed. He set her down on the bed and carefully pulled her dress up her body. She resisted at first, holding her arms at her sides, but his gentle persistence won her over. She lifted her arms so he could pull it over her head.

He pulled the blankets back on the bed, all without saying a word. Crystal turned and slid over, scooting beneath them and moving over so he could slip under them beside her. Sweat still glistened on his skin but he ignored his discomfort and settled against her. She rested her head on his shoulder and rolled into him, throwing one leg across his thigh. He held her tight and pressed his lips to her forehead.

“I’m sorry about the bathroom,” he rumbled in a gentle voice.

“Me too,” Crystal whispered. “I thought you’d left me.”

“Never,” Hank said. “I claimed you, remember?”

She picked her head up and looked at him. “Claimed me? But we didn’t, um, finish.”

He shrugged the shoulder not under her. “So? They don’t call them love bites for nothing.”

Crystal gasped. “Oh my God, I almost forgot about that! I couldn’t believe it. You made me, um, you know.”

“Orgasm?”

She pressed her face into his chest instead of answering. A moment later, she felt his chuckle deep in his chest. “It’s not funny,” she mumbled.

“No, but you’re cute,” he said. “Adorable. Beautiful. Sexy. Irresistible.”

“Stop it. I am not.”

“I’m a writer,” he said. “You are, and I can keep coming up with other synonyms if you like.”

Crystal bit her lip and then allowed a smile. “I love you,” she breathed.

“I love you too.”

Crystal squeezed her eyes shut but couldn’t stop the tears from slipping out. She held him and cried without knowing why. She was happy and terrified. She’d found someone who she wanted to be with. Someone who she knew would help her and care for her. She was young, something her mom kept trying to pound into her head, but this was different. This wasn’t a stupid high school fling. This wasn’t an infatuation or puppy love. This was different. It was natural. Primal.

Except she was a freak. A freak among freaks. She couldn’t even be like her pack. For that matter, did that make her a member of the pack, or was she just an imposter? A fraud? A stupid girl pretending to be something she wasn’t?

“I want to be like you,” Crystal whispered.

“You are,” Hank reassured her. “Prettier and you smell better, but still like me. Like all of us.”

“Then why can’t I shift? Why do I just grow this stupid fur and ugly hands and feet? Why can’t I become a wolf?”

“Crys, you just started,” he chided her. “For anybody else, it’s four weeks of misery before we fight for our lives. Only when we survive that do we get the chance to try to learn how. You can’t expect to figure it out overnight.”

Crystal pouted and said, “I’ve been trying for days!”

He sighed. “You’ve done more in days than anyone else I know ever has.”

“But—”

He pulled her up on top of him until she was lying on his chest and belly. She frowned and looked down at him. “No buts,” he said. His hands moved down her back and cupped her cheeks in his hands. “Except for this one. It drives me wild.”

“Stop it.” She almost laughed. “This is serious.”

“It is,” he agreed, giving her a pinch, “and it’s not. It will come. You’ll shift when you’re ready.”

She held up her hand between them. “But this white—it’s gone!”

“See? Nothing to worry about,” he said.

Crystal clamped her mouth shut and took a breath to steady her rocketing heart. “I don’t know how you can be so calm,” she said. “What if every time we do that I turn into that thing?”

“Do what?” he inquired.

“You know, out there.”

“Uh huh.”

She sighed. “We had sex!”

He shook his head. “Nope. We’re way past that. It was kind of rough and raw, but the bites and everything? That’s how people like you and me make love.”

Crystal felt the heat in her cheeks spread to her chest. She shook her head, unable to come up with a response, and then let him pull her down and kiss him. It was a long and tender kiss that slowly put her fears and insecurities at ease. Some of them, at least. He loved her, she knew that much.

When they broke the kiss, she settled onto his broad chest and rested her head beneath his chin. He was so warm and hard, yet soft and perfect. Her thoughts trailed off as she began to drift into a hazy state. She yawned and shifted, and then realized that as wonderful as he was, she couldn’t use him as a bed. “Will you hold me?” she asked.

“There’s not enough people in the state to stop me,” Hank responded.

She smiled and kissed his chest before sliding off and rolling into her side to face the wall. She used his arm as a pillow and tugged on his other arm. He rolled up behind her with a chuckle and let her pull his hand up until she placed it over her left boob and held it trapped against her. She felt his penis nestled in the crack of her ass and she let out a throaty chuckle as she pushed back against him and shifted her hips enough to help it burrow in like a hot dog caught in her buns. More of a sausage, in his case.

Hank’s breath caught in his throat. “Careful,” he warned her.

Crystal felt her blush and bit her lips. She wanted him so badly, but she was afraid. What if she shifted again? And what if she went all the way? He’d said he didn’t want that. Would he be repulsed by her if she did? She squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head to press her lips against his arm. “Sorry,” she whispered a moment later.

Except she wasn’t. She wanted him against her. She wanted to feel his hot flesh touching hers. Hot as she was and even with the blankets, she wanted to be next to him. She wanted to feel like he was surrounding her and protecting her. And in her. Oh God, she wanted him in her again. She bit her lip to stifle a moan and tried to push the thoughts away. It was going to be a long night of denial, even if only a few hours remained until dawn.