Wolf's Obsession (7 page)

Smooth, dark, and sweet were the words that ran through his mind as he slowly devoured
her wonton hot flesh. Gently pulling her slick folds apart, Thorne circled her fleshy
bud with his tongue, eventually pulling the hood back. His generous licks on her
swollen clit was entirely too much for Melanie to handle as he quickly darted a
tongue in and out of her wet pussy, gently squeezing her clit between his fingers.

“Thorne, I can't wait any longer, now…please!” Melanie demanded, as her hands traveled
to her breasts, pinching, and pulling at her dark perky nipples. She ground her
pelvis hard against Thorne's face, riding his tongue until he greedily drank her
sweet juices as she came.

Crying out his name, Melanie's hips rocked with intense pleasure as Thorne slowly
crawled up her body, thrusting into her with his hard cock, increasing her pleasure
ten times over. Instinctively, Melanie wrapped her thighs around his waist, still
reeling from her intense orgasm. Slowly he sank deep inside her, resting his balls
against her body, and speaking to her in his native Chippewa tongue.

“Ma'iingan” “My wolf” Thorne spoke softly to her, licking her neck, slowly pulling
the swollen head of his cock to the entrance of her pussy. His breathing laboring,
as he pushed his orgasm aside in an effort to bring Melanie to hers. “Nezhahwanega
Kedah!” “I love you,” Thorne moaned heavily.

“Oh my God Thorne! I love you too.” Melanie cried out, close to tears, raking her
nails against Thorne's skin. His flesh, dampened with perspiration felt hot and
smooth under her palms. Her demanding hands gripped his taunt ass, his cock swiftly
stroking her pussy. “I need to come, make me come, please, oh God, Thorne!” Melanie
scratched Thorne's back, drawing blood.

“Gold eyes punched through his regular eye color as the man growled, biting Melanie
on her neck, claiming her a second time. Howling with pleasure Melanie shifted a
few times into her wolf form. “Ma'iingari! Show me your form again my sweet “Ma'iingari!”

“Harder Thorne, fuck, oooh, fuck yeesss!” Melanie pleaded, as the two shifted continuously
between wolf and human form. “I want to run free with you Melanie.” He growled,
throwing his head back, howling as his balls released his load, baptizing Melanie's
pussy with his hot seed. Climaxing a few short seconds after Thorne, Melanie howled
in unison with her mate…

Lazily, they basked in the afterglow of their mating, Thorne's cock still lodged
inside Melanie's swollen pussy, shifting alternately between humanoid and wolf form.
Eventually they shifted into human, still lying in one another's arms. Lying on
her side, Melanie scooted as close as possible against her mate, growling as Thorne
lightly stroked the small of her back. She ran her palms against his bronzed skin,
feeling his cock growing into steel once again, totally aware of what her father
told them before he retired to his vampiric sleep. Giggling, Melanie nipped Thorne's
nipple, causing a growl to escape his lips.

* * * * * * *

“So, Thorne never said where he was going?” Storm Cloudfeather asked Ronnie Redhawke
as he sunk into the black leather chair. “I love my little brother, but he's become
quite the pain in my fucking ass!” Storm snorted. Storm, a larger version of Thorne
had long black hair to the middle of his back. His yellowish orange eyes glowed
with fury as he imagined putting a foot up his brother's ass.

“I don't know where he went, but I can tell you wherever he went, he was seeking
his mate.” Ronnie sighed. “Storm, that looks pretty damn nasty, you'd better have
Hawk take a look at that,” Ronnie said wrinkling his face as the gauze on Storm's
forearm soaked through with blood. Earlier last night, the two members of The Black
Claws rumbled with what was left of Raphael's clan.

“I swear, if I turn into a fucking vampire, I'll skin Thorne's ass alive.” Storm
cursed. “I'm way ahead of you brother, Hawk has already looked at it. It should
be fine. He said a few chants, and blew smoke on my arm, and all should be well.”

“Storm, stop your negative talk about our old ways.” Ronnie warned. “Why do you
think our clan is teetering on the brink of extinction, as we were centuries ago?”
the tall, thinner man spoke. Ronnie desperately clung to his Chippewa heritage.
It gave him faith each time he came into contact with Raphael's clan.

“Don't lecture me Ronnie,” Storm said through gritted teeth. “I need to rest, then
I'll track my brother. Our clan is teetering on the brink of extinction, because,
according to the Old Ones; Wendigos, our ancestors were cannibals who ate their
fucking women and children! Our clan came pretty damn close to extinction back then,
remember?” Storm raised a dark eyebrow at his long time clan member.

“I don't know. That was a long fucking time ago man. Wendigos and werewolf history
aren't exactly in the history books, you know?” Ronnie laughed.

“Thorne's in danger Ronnie, I can sense it. He and his mate are both in danger!”
Storm Cloudfeather groaned, holding his head in the palm of his hand.

* * * * * * *

Raphael and Danoir walked through the wretched alley in the lower West Side on the
outskirts of Donovan's town. Vampires and werewolves from Donovan's clan had ran
Raphael and his small clan out of their city, infuriating him to no end. Unfortunately,
Raphael's diabolical mind discovered many new ways of sexually manipulating Melanie,
while bringing cruel calloused vengeance against Donovan and Thorne all in one felt
swoop.

“Where the fuck is he?” Raphael hissed. “He said he'd meet us at this time!” Raphael,
in a fit of anger punched the side of the large green dumpster, leaving a dent bigger
than the size of his fist.

“Calm yourself vampire,” Kyle Sway, the hunter said as he coolly strolled down the
alley towards the two vampires. “Don't you know the meaning of the word patience?”
The hunter chuckled, dropping the heavy duffle bag down next to him.

“Well, it's a bout fucking time!” Raphael hissed, approaching the man.

“Whoa, hold up there bloodsucker!” Kyle demanded, pulling a small crossbow out of
the bag. “I don't fucking trust you! Now how do we get our hands on the hybrid?”
Kyle demanded.

“Quite easily,” Raphael growled deeply. You see, I was in her head the first time
I met her. If it weren't for Thorne, she would have been mine that night. But that
was before I knew she had fucking wolf in her!” Raphael spat in disgust. “After
I'm finished with her, you take her and do whatever the fuck you want with her.
First, I want half my payment up front!” Raphael demanded. “Don't fuck me hunter,
or I swear, I'll tear your fucking heart out and shove it up your ass!”

Tell you what vamp, deliver me the hybrid, and I'll give you all the money. Nothing
up front until I see you stick to your word. Capish? And don't try anything, whether
you know it or not, you're being watched. Did you really think I was stupid enough
to come here alone?” Kyle laughed. Instead of calling to the hybrid, take this.”
With one hand, Kyle dipped into the duffel bag, pulling out a small round silver
gadget resembling that of a compass, only larger.

“What's that?” Danoir asked.

“This little beauty tracks hybrids. My brother invented it himself. Hybrids are
worth a lot of fucking money. You can get more money for them if you dissect them.
It really depends to whom and where you sell them. My brother and I are one of the
best dealers in the biz, and if you deliver, we'll take good care of you.”

Raphael grinned as greed radiated in his eyes, lust slowly replacing greed at the
thought of all he would do to the hybrid whore….Thorne's whore.

* * * * * * *

The sun set quickly causing vampires to stir throughout the elegant neighborhood.
Something jarred Thorne out of his sleep, causing him to sit straight up in bed.
Thinking Melanie had tapped him, he glanced over at her still body. It had to have
been Storm projecting his spirit, shaking Thorne out of his sleep. His brother was
pissed, Thorne could feel his brother's anger radiate through his body.

Melanie stirred next to him rolling over, flinging her arms around his waist.

“Well, hello sleepy head,” Thorne laughed, as he gently touched the tip of his mate's
nose. “I'm surprised your father hasn't bothered us. I know he's awake now.” Thorne
said, reaching for the lamp on the night-stand next to the bed.

“Get your asses down here now!” Donovan Jackson roared from downstairs, sending
a slight child down Melanie's spine.

“Dammit Thorne! You spoke too soon!” Melanie squealed, slipping into a denim dress,
this time wearing bra and panties. “He's gonna kill us!”

“Well, he warned us. What's the worse he will do? He's a peace loving man, correct?”
Thorne grinned as he slipped into a pair of faded blue jeans and a black t-shirt.

“It will be fine, his bark is worse than his bite.” Melanie suggested.

“Well, I respect your father Melanie, but I won't be pushed around by him.” Thorne
said. “Oh shit, I made love to his daughter under his roof, so he'll view that as
disrespect.”

“Okay Thorne, stop worrying, come on. Let's take our blows like adults.” Melanie
busted out laughing as they entered the hallway. Floorboards creaked as they made
a sharp right to slip down the steps and take a seat in the living room.

Donovan stood next to the fireplace, hands on his hips, giving the couple “the”
look, eventually sitting down as Natalie walked past, swatting him on the arm.

“Donovan, leave those children alone and watch television or something. Your pig's
blood is in the kitchen, I forgot to bring it out!” Natalie said, giving her daughter
a huge hug, and kissing Thorne on his cheek. “Thorne, I want you to know, we welcome
you to the family. Please take care of our little girl.”

“Thanks Mrs. Jackson.” Thorne grinned.

“No worries Thorne,” Natalie crooned.

Thorne grabbed Melanie, pulling her close to him while inhaling her fragrance. Accidentally,
his hand brushed against the small patch of skin he felt earlier during the day.
Satisfying his curiosity, he quickly pulled Melanie's hair up in an effort to examine
the patch, despite Melanie's protests. “Thorne…nooo!” Melanie howled.

“What the hell…Melanie!” Thorne growled in shock. “What is that?” The alpha of the
Black Claw Clan demanded venomously. Melanie broke out in tears, fear gripping her,
as she knew Thorne demanded an explanation for what he'd just seen at the occipital
area of her skull.

Donovan and Natalie rushed over to the couple in an effort to console Melanie while
explaining to Thorne.

“Donovan, now do you think it's time to explain to the man?” Natalie asked, raising
her brow. “He needs to know if he's going to be her mate.”

“Explain what exactly?” Thorne asked. “Melanie has a thick scaly patch in her scalp.
I felt it earlier this afternoon, but she said it was a bump she had scratched.
It looks like…like, like snake's skin.” Thorne said, wrinkling his eyebrows.

“Son, sit down.” Donovan said as soft as he could despite his deep voice.

“Melanie, why are you dishonest with me?” Thorne demanded.

“Thorne honey, I'm sorry, but you just don… Oh my God, Mom!” Melanie whimpered,
suddenly feeling weak at the knees at the look of disgust carved on Thorne's handsome
features. The look in his eyes made Melanie consider crawling underneath a rock,
remaining there for the rest of her existence.

“What is it Melanie?” Thorne demanded. “Someone tell me something!”

“Lower you voice in my house son,” Donovan said, raising a brow.

Sitting down, Thorne placed his head in his hands, bracing himself at the explanation
to come. Natalie sat down beside him, putting a hand on the confused man's shoulder.

“Is something wrong with Melanie?” Thorne asked. He supported his chin against his
knuckles, feeling his elbows digging deep into his quadricep muscles. He fought
hard to regain control over his breathing as Melanie sat across from him, tissue
in hand, her eyes red from crying.

“Melanie and I are from a different clan of werewolves.” Natalie said, biting her
lip as she glanced over at her daughter. “You see Thorne, I have a patch as well.”
The woman turned her back to Thorne, lifting her sandy brown colored hair revealing
the same scaly patch similar to that of her daughter, but larger. Looking closely,
the patch was in the shape of a wolf's head, appearing to take on a life of it's
own.

“What the…Melanie..” Thorne shook his head. He knew she possessed a mark. It was
supposed to have been in the form of a birthmark. But there was more. Thorne swallowed
hard as Natalie turned, facing him.

“You see Thorne, this isn't our original home. Our home was destroyed centuries
ago by war and greed. Our home was a planet called Edolonia…

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Thorne started shaking his head, looking at Melanie, Donovan, and then Natalie.
Fighting to maintain his composure, Thorne bit his lip and proceeded to ask questions.

Among the stars?” he asked.

“Come on Nat, cut to the chase.” Donovan said. Young Wolf is becoming as nervous
as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs! You're making the boy sweat, for God's
sake!

“Our planet was called Edolonia Thorne.” Natalie said as calmly as she could, fearing
the man would lose his mind on the spot. “We are an ancient race of advanced shape-shifters.
My ancestors first visited this planet around the time when Native Americans freely
roamed North America before Custer, even centuries before Conquistadors,” Natalie
continued. We have existed for thousands of years until greed and war destroyed
our planet. Quite similar to the way things are going here on Earth. Man is uncaring,
wreaking havoc on Earth's resources, building senselessly, and killing animals,
throwing Earth's balance off. I witnessed the same pattern on Edolonia. Earth is
safe…for now.