Wolf's Obsession (6 page)

“Are you claiming her for your mate?” Danoir, a tall lanky vampire with short black
spiky hair asked. “She's a fine piece of ass.” He added.

“No, I just want to fuck the shit of her before I drain her completely dry. You
see gentlemen, this whore is priceless. Her blood…hmm,” Raphael leaned his head
back in ecstasy at the thought of his canines driving deep into Melanie's throat.
“Her sweet blood will give me powers beyond imagination,” Raphael growled. “You
see Darius, while you were out and about, searching hi and low, as you put it. I
managed to discover some valuable information about the dancer.

“What type of valuable information?” Danoir asked eagerly.

“She isn't human,” Raphael purred. “I thought I sensed something about her in the
club. She was quite vulnerable to my power. If it weren't for Thorne, she'd be mine
now. Pity though, I would have had to put her down anyway after discovering her
heritage.

Darius' fists clenched tightly together, but relaxed a little as another vampire,
Dane gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

“What is she then?” Danoir asked.

“She's a fucking hybrid, half vampire, half werewolf,” Raphael answered between
gritted teeth. “I struck a deal with a hunter tonight. Parts of her body will be
sold on the black market. Her fangs, claws, and anything else deemed valuable by
the hunters.” He added. “I've heard talk, here in this city which ultimately led
me to the hunter. Her magical body will enhance charms, spells, and curses. The
hunter will pay me a hefty price for delivering the hybrid whore to him.” Raphael
laughed, bearing his fangs. “It's fucking beautiful and never ceases to amaze me
how things always fall into place for me.”

“Why would you do that?” Darius asked. “We are all vampires, how could you sell
out your own kind to a hunter? Wouldn't he do the same to you if given half the
chance?” Darius asked, shocked and appalled at Raphael. This time the evil blood-
sucker had gone too far.

“She's not my fucking kind! She's a fucking hybrid! If she were merely human, I
would love to turn her into a full-blooded vampire, but now that I know she is part
werewolf! Hell fucking no!” Raphael snorted. “And you need to keep your fucking
mouth shut Darius, you're skating on thin ice with me as it is.”

“Alright, so what do we do now?” Danoir asked.

Raphael turned around, looking the men in their eyes. Having been a vampire since
eighteen forty-nine, Raphael adapted quickly to his new existence once sired. Raphael
migrated with his family from Europe to start a new life. His catalyst for doing
so was money. One unfortunate evening after closing a business deal, he returned
to his family, finding them slaughtered mercilessly by werewolves. Losing his mind,
Raphael ran screaming like a mad man deep within the woods, disturbing a vampire
dining upon a weary traveler. Raphael quickly found himself alone with an empty
black void where his heart once beat after that vampire sired him. From that night
on, he swore damnation to all werewolves.

“Find her, kill Thorne, and bring her ass to me! It's plain and simple gentlemen.
Let's see how baby brother does without the help of his big brother. When we return
to New Orleans, I want Storm killed, along with every Wendigo warrior in his pack!”
Raphael hissed.

Danoir and Raphael were in all their glory, leaving Darius and Dane looking on in
sheer terror. Not only was their leader a raving lunatic, he would be the very thing
that would cut their existence short. Most of the members of Raphael's clan were
runaways and misfits who had grown up on the streets of New Orleans. They were the
society of the lost, meaning; no one missed them, or even cared if they were dead
or alive.

Darius and Dane were two vampires who bonded with one another quite easily, never
truly fitting in with Raphael's crew. After two years of following the madman's
orders, the two decided they had simply had enough. Now what Raphael was asking
them to do was simply horrific. Immortality sucked just as badly as life had for
them.

Quite often, Dane desired to go to Memphis, Tennessee in search of his so-called
family. Bobby Ray had been his human name. Two years ago, Raphael sired and gave
him the name, “Dane.” Back then, life as a vampire seemed so enticing, adventurous,
and thrilling. Today it seemed filled with despair, death, and darkness…as though
they'd been sentenced to hell.

* * * * * * *

As Melanie slept on her queen-sized bed, Thorne familiarized himself with his surroundings.
Melanie came from a wonderful family, a family that would have and did give her
anything she desired, until her desire for freedom overrode her. The bedroom was
fit for a princess. The beautiful four-poster bed was carved out of wood, by Donovan's
hands. It was comforting, making him feel as though he were in his own home. A positive
aura radiated from all around, unlike the usual negative vibes he sensed in New
Orleans. Could it be his clan had fought in vain throughout the years? Up until
he met Donovan, he believed he led his pack correctly, now he was unsure. Confusion
sat in and he decided later in the evening, he would call Storm to see how things
were going back in New Orleans.

For now, all he wanted to do was mate with Melanie. He couldn't imagine her sexually
pleasing her clients, and locking herself away during the course of a full moon,
lonely, heated, and longing for a lover's touch. That simply was not the way of
the wolf, at least not with his clan. Thorne sat on the bed next to Melanie, his
weight causing her to roll slightly towards him.

Sighing, he couldn't quite understand as to why she possessed no mark. In the beginning,
when he thought her to be human, he suspected the mark would enable her to accept
the venom of a werewolf. She had to have a mark, especially since he was able to
sense her in New Orleans. Sometimes human women died from werewolf bites, other
times, if they bore a birthmark, usually in the shape of a wolf's head, or a paw,
that meant she would survive the bite. Then again, Melanie was a hybrid, so it was
quite possible she bore no mark. Melanie barely moved as Thorne began searching
her scalp for a shred of evidence, anything. Something wasn't quite right.

Melanie's eyes fluttered open and she smiled at her mate.

“Thorne, what are you doing?” She asked seductively, rising to kiss him on the lips.

“I just wanted to be close to you Melanie,” Thorne breathed. He wasn't lying, he
wanted to be close to her, but also desperately needed to find out what attracted
him to her. It had to have had something to do with her heritage.

“Make love to me Thorne.” Melanie whispered, leaning against the honed warrior.
A low growl forming in his throat, Thorne caressed her jaw line, slowly thumbing
her chin, and running his hand to her neck, his fingers caressing the base of her
skull, touching something semi-hard and leathery.

“What's this?” Thorne asked, becoming shocked when Melanie jerked away from him
suddenly.

“It's a scab,” Melanie quickly said, rolling off the bed, rising to her feet. “I
break out every now and again, you know, and I think must have scratched it.”

“Oh,” Thorne said, wondering why the hell she was acting so damn jumpy all of a
sudden. “Maybe you should have your mother take a look at it. It felt strange, is
it infected?” Thorne asked, moving towards Melanie.

“Thorne, it's fine, really.” Melanie said, changing the subject. “Now, you were
going to make love to me?” she said, leaning against Thorne's muscular chest. Seductively,
Melanie traced the tribal tattoos along his arm up to the medicine shield tattoo
with the wolf's head.

“Melanie,” Thorne growled. “We're in your parents house,” he moaned, his balls heavy
with need. Thorne inhaled deeply as he buried his face in her hair. He smelled something
else too. The musky fragrant cream teased and tantalized his nostrils, making them
flare. His aroused cock stubbornly pressed against her belly through his leather
pants.

“Thorne, I need you.” Melanie whispered, her nether lips becoming slicker with each
passing moment. Her knees became wobbly as he tilted her chin up with his index
finger, forcing her to look him in the eyes. His other hand lightly caressed her
full breasts, teasing and caressing her aching nipples that required his lips, tongue,
and teeth. Her mate's dark rich brown eyes sucked her in, rendering her helpless
against his powerful gaze. Through the dark, chestnut brown eyes, shades of yellow
burned through, letting loose the ancient wolf that longed to run and be free with
his new mate. Back at the club, Thorne held back, stifling his wolf as not to physically
hurt Melanie. Now, knowing what she was, he would allow the wolf to rear it's head
a little during mating.

Melanie stepped back, frightened at the sudden change in her mate, then closed the
gap between them again, realizing there was nothing to fear. The wolf within made
it's way to the surface, and her eyes shone yellow with lust, not anger like the
previous time in the hotel room.

Wolf pheromones permeated the bedroom as the two nipped at one another, a playful
way of showing affection. Melanie pushed Thorne on the bed, straddling him. Now
it was her turn to be the dominate one.

“Let your wolf show through Melanie.” Thorne coaxed as his lover raked her nails
over the silk black shirt. Thorne's muscles rippled at the feeling of her nails,
and his cock hardened even more at the sight of her yellow eyes. Slowly, seductively,
Melanie pulled the silk shirt up, revealing his strong pectoral muscles, washboard
abdominals, and the thin patch of hair leading from his Xiphoid process into his
black leather pants. Quickly, she unzipped them. Black pubic hair enticed her, and
the urge to draw him into her mouth consumed her.

A strong pulsating throb assaulted her core as she leaned forward, raking her tongue
across Thorne's flesh. His growls of approval egging her on, Melanie dipped lower,
darting her tongue into his pubic hair, causing Thorne to pull her even closer to
his body. Pre-cum had already leaked from the large swollen head of his engorged
cock. He could feel it moistening the entire head, and he wanted nothing more than
to have Melanie run her tongue over his tip, slowly devouring him.

“Let me up woman.” Thorne growled, realizing it would take an insurmountable amount
of strength not to plunge himself deep inside her pussy. Back at the club was raw
lust that should have linked them both to one another, forever. “I need to feel
your skin against mine.” He breathed.

Melanie moved off beside him, yanking the dress off her naked body, waiting, as
Thorne quickly shed his garments. Gracefully, he returned to the bed, stalking her,
as though he were in wolf form. Melanie met him, wrapping her arms around his muscular
body. Thorne sat on his haunches as Melanie licked and nibbled at his neck, wrapping
her hand around his aching cock.

Thorne's tongue invaded her mouth, and she had almost forgotten about that precious
little piercing he possessed that brought her so much pleasure when he went down
on her the evening before. Slowly, she stroked his steel, bathing the tip of his
head in pre-cum. A wolf like growl slipped past his lips and he gritted his teeth,
fighting the urge to come. Melanie's juices slowly trickled down her inner thigh
as she ran her tongue down his neck, to his chest. Licking and biting each nipple
as she raked her nails over the man's stomach, causing him to jump. She ventured
further, over his abdominals, lingering at his belly button, following the sporadic
trail of hair that met up with his pubic area.

Melanie licked the base of his cock, and slowly traveled up his member to the throbbing
head dripping with pre-cum. Like ice cream on a cone, she slurped at the pre-cum,
enjoying the hot salty taste of it on her lips and tongue. Teasing the tip with
her finger, she played with the long strand of pre-cum just to see the tortured
expression on Thorne's face.

Groaning, Thorne gently pulled her hair, almost begging her to accept him in her
mouth. Making the tip disappear in her soft, warm mouth, Melanie sucked hard, causing
Thorne to grab handfuls of her hair. Slowly she sucked him down until his head lodged
in the back of her throat. As though she were drinking, Melanie contracted her throat
muscles while cupping Thorne's tight, heavy balls.

Swearing an ancient oath of his people's clan, Thorne propped himself up on his
elbows to further enjoy Melanie's deliciously wicked show. His masseter muscles
in both cheeks twitching in a steady beat as his salivatory glands worked overtime
as he deeply inhaled the scent of his mate's cream.

“I'm going to get you good,” he warned Melanie, fiery passion building in his dark
eyes. Flecks of gold slowly appeared as she continued her sweet torture on his cock.
Abandoning all tenderness, she deep throated Thorne hard and fast, simultaneously
pumping the head of his cock in his fist until his toes curled and his body shook
beneath her. She was bringing him to his knees because as hard as Thorne fought
to control his orgasm, Melanie instigated further, eventually causing the man to
spill his load deep within her throat. Greedily she continued to suck as his cum
slowly dribbled from her mouth down her chin, and along the base of her neck.

Thorne buried his fingers in her hair as he squirmed against her touch, causing
the man to jump out of his skin. His cock, still hard required more attention, but
now it was Melanie's turn.

Swiftly Thorne rose, pouncing on his mate as she laughed, wrapping her arms around
him. Thorne mounted Melanie, grinding his cock against the wetness of her mound.
Locked in a passionate kiss, they writhed and squirmed against one another's bodies,
the friction almost as good as penetration.

“I need you Melanie,” Thorne moaned.

“Then take me now Thorne,” she growled, grinding her pelvis against his cock. In
vain, she tried manipulating his head against her slick opening. Gently nipping
her breast, Thorne held her hips down as Melanie squirmed, lightly cursing him.
She enjoyed having him dominate and devour her with his lips, tongue, and teeth.
Slowly, he licked and nibbled his way over her breasts, down the flatness of her
belly and into the place where she craved him most. Pleasure gripped her from head
to toe as Thorne's tongue slowly savored the hot juices clinging to Melanie's labia.