Chapter 8 A Colder Woman

• I watched Emily for several hours.
• She was angry with me. Refusing to look at me.
• I went to her and tried several times to be by her side. Always she pushed me away.
• I didn’t know what I’d done that was so wrong.
• I would come to understand that she’d wanted to show me off and I’d proven that I could not walk amongst normal Skins, and she’d been disappointed and humiliated by how I’d shrugged off her friend, rather than letting her worship my features, as Emily would’ve had me do.
• She wanted them to be envious of what she had.
• Instead, I’d sent us fleeing back to the hut and embarrassed her.
• She didn’t cook the squirrel this time. Leaving me to eat it as it was.
• I found myself worrying about her. Wondering if she’d gotten to eat.
• Or, if she’s too mad at me to do so.
• But it wasn’t long before I woke and found my body once again burning in the dead of night. Twisting and turning until I rose as a man.
• Immediately I went to Emily’s room. Easing open the door and crawling into the bed next to her. Just wanting to be close to her at first.
• But when she rolled over and pressed her soft body to me. Slinging a leg over my hips. Inviting me closer.
• I dragged a rough palm over her leg worshippingly.
• “You are a strapping red, beast, aren’t you?” She murmured. Stroking my hair as she looked at me.
• I slid my pelvis forward toward her in offering. Edging between her resting leg and her lifted one. Until I could just feel my tip brushing along the moist warmth of her opening. Unable to help myself, and drowning in her scent, I was becoming aroused beyond what I ever could’ve imagined. So hard that I felt as though the blood pumping through me might rupture the skin containing it. Straining the veins along the bottom of my root.
• She wiggled over it. Wanting more.
• I was happy to give it to her. Slowly inching into her slight channel. Stressing the walls which had to peel apart to make way for me. Enveloping me in her slick heat as though she were structured specifically around me.
• As I moved upward, I slid my hand up her backside and along the delicate sway of her lower back and toward her feminine shoulder blades. I liked touching her. I could feel the vibration of her very spirit, shuddering inside her. Exuding humanity and life.
• She was pure sensuality. Every caress along her skin was pushing me deeper into this sense of melding to her.
• I finally set myself all the way into her. Feeling the huge relief of being where I craved. Feeling each delicious shiver of her body surrounding my length inside her.
• I could feel every movement.
• She was beginning to struggle against me. Trying to lower herself and connect more deeply. Clawing at my chest and tugging me to her.
• “Move, damn it!” She panted.
• I obeyed her. Sliding in and out of her. Noticing immediately how her inner walls clung to me. Sucking at my tip and trying to hold me into her center.
• I was becoming entirely absorbed by the feel of her, the swelling pleasure inside me, and my animal nature. I hooked her shoulders. Jerking her down on me more roughly.
• “Ow. Ouch!” She cried. Trying to get away but I couldn’t stop.
• I heard her. I knew I should, but I felt entirely controlled by animal instinct. Unable to disconnect from the desire I had to be where I was. To feel the relief of spilling my fluids into her. Knowing it was the only thing that would sate the need I’d suffered with for so many days.
• “Stop! You beast!” She tried to wiggle away but I held her hips to me.
• “I can’t. Please, Emily. One more moment.”
• “No! Stop! You animal. You’re too big, too strong.”
• My panic that she’d get away, or make me stop, drove me to hurry. Pounding into her more fiercely.
• I found myself biting her shoulder to still her. A reflexive action from when I was wolf, knowing that was how I’d have clung to a mate.
• She screeched. Her fingernails raking over my chest.
• I came in her in a surge that racked my whole spine. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath. I let her go and dropped my head to her. “I’m sorry…I-I couldn’t…”
• She shoved me away. Leaping from the bed. “You’re purely an animal. Nothing about you changed but the way you look. You belong in a cage!”
• Her words cut me.
• “I didn’t-” I wanted to explain that I didn’t know what had happened. That it was all a blur.
• I didn’t mean to hurt her.
• But the way she was looking at me now was pure hatred. Loathing.
• She murmured some words I didn’t understand.
• I heard my back crunching. My fingers began to ache. The tips falling off and then the flesh around the upper portion, swelling before claws ripped from where the knuckle had been. I fell forward. Shouting in pain. My jaws jutted from my face, a snout forming around it.
• This wasn’t a natural changed, spurred by my body.
• It was a forced one, done by her magic in retaliation for the way I forced her.
• Once I was an animal again. She gripped the back of my neck, twisting her fist cruelly in it.
• I turned instinctively an nipped her forearm.
• “You, Little Shit!” She shook me.
• I almost struck her again but fought to control my defensive need to protect myself.
• She struggled with my heavy weight to walk me out the front door and around to the back.
• I was walking on my back legs.
• She wasn’t tall enough to get me all the way off the ground.
• I let her lead me. Not wanting to hurt her anymore than I had.
• She lowered me to all fours but still held that punishing grip in my fur and skin. She leaned down with her free hand and caught a door angled from the ground. Tossing it open with a thud before she pitched me down them.
• Throwing me into the darkness.