The Night Before a Full Moon

I was leaning against my bedroom’s full-length mirror, attempting to pull off my sneakers, when Lucas knocked lightly on the open door. He continued inside as I glanced up, a serious look in his dark hazel eyes.

“Just got off the phone with baby brother,” he announced while stalking toward me. “He says ‘hey’.”

I straightened and smiled at him through the mirror's reflection. “Decided to warn him that he better clean up the party and send everyone home a-sap because you’re on your way back, huh?”

“No.” Lucas returned my smile, although his version came with an almost sinister edge. “I told him that I’d be gone all night, so he should just head off to bed.”

Now within range, Lucas wrapped an affectionate arm around my waist. Eyes fixed on mine through the mirror, his lips brushed the crux of my neck and shoulder. Every nerve in my body jumped from the combined sensation of his lips on my skin and the magical potential of his inner-wolf that sent my own talents tingling.

“Are you sure you should be doing that?” I chastised in a none-too-convincing tone. “It’s the night before a full moon; you could lose control.”

“We won’t have another chance for a very long time,” he reminded me. “I’m leaving town day after tomorrow.” His restraining hand dipped below my waistline to press around the curve of my groin. Even when those hands were kept from their goal by denim and lace, the pressure felt very good.

“That doesn’t technically answer my question.”

A hand ran up the inside of my shirt, trailing its fingers lightly up my midline until it reached the swell of my breast. The hand cupped and squeezed; again, the pressure felt very good. Lucas took a moment to graze his teeth against the skin of my neck before answering my worries in a whisper, “I’d never hurt you.”

“I know.” I took a moment to breathe in the musky scent of his skin as I brushed a cheek through Lucas’ soft blond hair. “But what about the wolf? Have you run this idea by him to make sure that he’s on his best behavior?”

Lucas released his grip around my bra long enough to slide his hand beneath the cup. His fingers found the nipple and began to make languid circles, tempting it to rise, while his other hand undid the front of my jeans. The feel of his flattened palm against the tender skin thereby revealed was enough to send a blissful chill up my spine. I relaxed backward into his body, allowing my head to lull backward even so that it rested on his shoulder.

“He’ll get his turn tomorrow. I get mine, and you, tonight.”

After unbuttoning the waistband, Lucas opened the zipper of my jeans by sliding his hand downward between it and my underwear. He curled his fingers between my legs to press the lace of my underwear tight against my clit. My body reacted, tightening and moistening the area beneath his fingers. I might have moaned; the blood pumping through my ears was too loud for me to notice it. Something made Lucas give an appreciative sigh that tickled the skin against which he continued to brush his lips.

The waistband of my underwear gave way to Lucas’s probing as he tired of teasing me from the outside. I definitely did moan this time as he spread the lips of my labia open and slid two fingers in between. They danced between my clitoris and vagina, swirling and massaging until soaked to the second joint with juices.

Lucas was hard and pressed closely enough behind me to make the seriousness of the situation obvious to even the most hormone-addled mind. My back arched of its own volition as my sensitivity to Lucas’s touch suddenly swelled, making the pleasure so intense it was nearly painful. The movement pushed my butt pushed into Lucas’s swollen groin, adding enough pressure to make him shudder and moan. The moan ended in a strangely canine rumble.

The part of my psyche that controlled my magical shielding recognized the threat instantly and slammed every barrier upward. Instantly, my eyes were focused on the mirror and the romantic mood, such as it had been, shattered. Lucas was convulsing with his eyes squeezed tightly closed and a look of intense concentration on his face. Apparently, the very thing I had feared happening was on the horizon and closing fast.

“You okay?”

Lucas nodded without changing his posture in the slightest. “I think I just need a moment.”

I nodded and began to gently help Lucas unwrap his arms from around my body. “I’ll try not to say ‘I told you so’.”

Lucas tried to smile. It came out strained to the point of giving me sympathy pains. “I appreciate that.”

Lucas fled to my bathroom, leaving me alone in front of the mirror. My reflection had flushed cheeks, shining eyes, and her pants around her ankles. I glared at her. We both knew better than to get him so riled up so close to the full moon, even if he did have a very convincing reason why we should throw that knowledge out the proverbial window.

“Stop that!” I ordered my reflection as my stomach clenched around the arousing tingle of memory. Unrepentant, the ghost of a pleased smile curled my reflection’s lips; we had come close. An instant later, we were scowling ferociously at one another.

As a final act of defiance before settling down to the work of straightening my clothing, I stuck my tongue out. At the same moment that the appendage reached its greatest distance, the bathroom door opened, revealing Lucas standing there in the cool white light staring at me. He had taken off his shirt and currently held it wadded in his left hand. The expression on his face wasn’t truly animalistic but a predator definitely shone through in his stare. I turned slowly away from the glass to face him. Lessons learned from years of animal experience echoed through my mind:

Do not look a predator in the eye; it is a challenge likely to be accepted.

Stand completely still; the animal is probably more afraid of you than you are of it and will undoubtedly flee if given the chance.

Careful, it may attack if provoked.

Control your fear; animals can smell fear.

Whatever Lucas smelled on me, it wasn’t fear. He stared back at me with eyes as compassionless as the wolf within but with far too much intelligence for a four-legged creature. I got the feeling the two sides of his personality were haggling: I want to eat her. / Well, I want to fuck her. / Can’t we do both?

Without permission from my brain, my hips tried to drag me at least one step closer to the door.

Lucas rushed me before I could more than shift my weight. His body hit mine with so much force that he, the mirror, and I all crashed into the wall. I heard the crunch of shattered glass and closed my eyes, hoping that I hadn’t been cut. We really didn’t need to add blood to this volatile equation right now.

The breath had been knocked out of me, so I could not demand an explanation or yell at Lucas. With my head thrown backward from the momentum and back arched from trying to keep my skin away from the shattered mirror glass, though, I appeared in Lucas’ eyes to be encouraging his behavior and so soon there was no need to ask what he thought he was doing.

Lucas bit my neck hard enough to bring tears to my eyes but not enough to break the skin. A hungry canine grumble vibrated in my ear. Then he began to descend. His hands, which had been holding my wrists to the mirror, gripped the overpriced shirt I had bought for our pseudo-date just below the collar and ripped it open so that his mouth could move freely over the freshly revealed skin. He was slowly descending into a kneeling position in front of me but paused long enough to cover the cleavage of either breast as well as the cleft between them with sloppy kisses. When his hands again rose to unhook the front clasps of my equally expensive and newly purchased bra, I breathed a sigh of relief that he had not ripped that, too; it matched the panties and, now that I had matching underwear, I didn’t want to break up the set. Silly the things one thinks about when faced with death by intercourse.

It occurred to me then that I was able to once again breathe and, therefore, should have been quite capable of telling Lucas to stop...So, why wasn’t I doing that?

His teeth brushed my nipple. I moaned and felt my back stretch to arc further against the broken mirror. His mouth opened wider so that he was able to take a circle of skin surrounding my areola into his mouth. He bit down hard enough to snap me out of the euphoric moment. My first reaction after years of dealing with misbehaving puppies was to give him a brief smack and sharp verbal warning. I cut the latter off before it could emerge but I couldn’t stop the reflexive snap of my arm. I flinched at the crisp sound of my hand contacting his head but it only encouraged Lucas. He gave a growl of challenge and dropped fully onto his knees.

Fingers furled around the sides of my panties. He ripped them off in an instant and threw them away. Well, there went my matching set. I should have been shocked, flabbergasted, maybe even scarred for life. Instead, I was turned on by the sound of snapping elastic and tearing lace. It didn’t hurt that his hands were suddenly between my thighs, pushing them outward so that his mouth could get to the tender flesh in between. Eyes and mouth both open wide, I shuddered at the sensation.

A part of my moral subconscious was yelling at me to Say something, you twit! Make him snap to his senses! Make him stop! I gave a strangled scream of ecstasy as his tongue found my clit. ...Well, at least make him snap back to his senses.

Desperately trying to gather my wits about me, I heard myself wheeze out a laugh above my panting. “Luke, stop. I’m all for being eaten out in general, but, if you change on me, the phrase is going to get a whole new meaning.”

If Lucas could hear me, he paid no attention. He tilted his chin upward like a wolf trying to get its muzzle inside the ribcage of its big game prey. The movement put added pressure on my labia and intensified every movement of Lucas’s mouth.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned. My right hand trailed languidly down from its impotent position above my head down my face and to my breasts while the left fisted itself around a handful of Lucas’s hair and pulled.

For a moment, I let it slip my mind that Lucas had almost lost control when it was only his fingers inside of me. Could I really expect him to keep a hold of himself now? And, if not, what did I do when the wolf in him came fully out to play? At best, it would be bestiality: a concept with which I really wasn’t comfortable. At worst, it would be a bloodbath worthy of any slasher film. I really wasn’t okay with that.

Flexing my fingers a couple times until the strands of hair I had accidentally pulled out of Lucas’ head began to fall away, I rallied again and tried to regain control of my senses.

“Luke,” I cooed like a kindergarten teacher patronizing a misbehaving child, “I don’t think we should be doing this right now. It isn’t really safe, is it?”

I was afraid to say “No! Bad boy! Quit!” because I didn’t know how Lucas would react. Wolves don’t take direction very well. Potentially more disturbing: Lucas seemed to like my smacking him, pulling his hair, and being generally rough.

There was a grumbling and Lucas pulled away, his lips glistening with what I told myself was saliva. “Have to feed the beast one way or another.”

“That doesn’t sound very safe,” I commented in that same wheedling voice.

Lucas grinned up at me. “It isn’t.”

“Oh,”…well, at least he admitted it.

Lucas nuzzled his face against my abdomen for a moment, wiping first one cheek and then the other across the soft, not-quite-flat expanse before returning to what he had been doing before I so rudely interrupted. My body began to convulse at the first caress of his tongue against the soft, wet flesh of my inner thigh then beyond, leaving me gasping. Mortified by my body’s actions and reactions to him, I closed my eyes, bit my lip, pressed my back against the broken mirror, and tried to think unsexy thoughts. It didn’t work.

Lucas’s hands reached up to grab my naked buttocks, pulling me downward and my weak knees buckled willingly. I heard the crunch of glass again as I landed but was no longer paying attention.

Lucas attached himself again to my neck. This time he stayed there longer, licking, kissing, and nipping as his hands worked their way yet again between my thighs. My skin was tight. My muscles tingled and twitched with anticipation. My breath came only in desperate gasps. I was struggling not to vocalize the pleasure I took from this twisted situation. And the whole while my metaphysical guards were shaking like jell-o due to my internal conflict over the situation.

“Oh, God.”

Lucas’s mouth was traveling downward. On an instantaneous urge, I stopped it by bracing a hand on either side of his face and forcing him to look up at me. “If you’re going to fuck me,” I said as reasonably as I could while staring into his thankfully still human eyes, “do it like a man.” He was hard enough to do it; I could feel that on my belly.

He gave me a dangerous smile and then, rising upward into a kneeling position, unzipped his fly. After unfastening, his jean fell far enough down to prove that he wasn’t wearing underwear. All necessary preparations now completed, Lucas dropped downward again and caught my mouth with his. I had a moment of desperately trying to forget where the taste on his lips had come from before it no longer mattered. Lucas tumbled onto his back with me pinned to him by the unbreakable strength of his arms then rolled us one-hundred and eighty degrees until he was on the top of our two-person pile. Rearing up slightly, he fluidly repositioned and thrust into me.

Lucas isn’t unusually wide or long. Still, I felt reverberations of the impact pulsate both out and upward through my entire body. My hands spasmed from the effect as my throat gave forth a moan. The spasm ended with my fingers curled into claws that pierced the flesh of Lucas’ back, coating the ends of my nails in blood.

The pain seemed to spur Lucas’ animal side onward. He growled for the first time without any trace of humanity in his voice. Pulling away, he glared down at me with half-lidded yellow eyes.

“Bad pussy. No scratching.” His voice was at least an octave and a half lower than it had been only a minute before. “If you can’t behave, we’ll have to do it my way.”

I watched with rapt fascination as he slid slowly out of me and back into a kneeling position while maintaining constant unnerving eye contact. As he moved away, my hands, loose now that the damage had been done, trailed from his back to fall limp to the ground. Lucas stopped the fall by clenching his hands around my forearms before they could drop completely to the ground. He pulled me upward toward him then, releasing one arm and pulling the other until I pivoted in the direction of the pressure purely due to the momentum, turned my body until my back was in front of him again. This time there was no pesky clothing to separate us as Lucas wrapped his free arm around my stomach and pulled me close.

“Do you want to play my way?”

My breath caught in my chest at the combination of threat and seduction in both that voice and his eyes. Funny, I hadn’t fancied myself a masochist.

“Maybe later.”

Lucas’s breath rushed by my ear as he nuzzled close to it to whisper, “You don’t smell like you want me to stop.”

The hand at my waist dropped down between my legs, reenacting its previous escapades until I was all but dripping with moisture. My back bowed, as Lucas pushed me closer to orgasm. I braced myself with my arm first on my bent legs then on the ground, my teeth gritted against the inevitable scream of climax.

“You don’t sound like you want me to stop.” Lucas lifted his fingers to his lips and licked off the glaze. “You don’t taste like you want me to stop. Do you really want me to stop?”

Shivering with anticipation, I straightened my back and shook my head. “But I want you, not the wolf. He can play with a bitch from the pack tomorrow.”

Lucas’s deep laugh rubbed down my spine. “Your wish is my command.” Then came the added pressure on my back and an order: “Now, lean down.”

I did as I was told, sliding my free arm out before me across the field of broken glass, watching my own face come close enough to kiss. My knees spread outward automatically, opening the way for Lucas from behind as they did.

I braced myself and waited for what seemed like an eternity, feeling only the echo of my own breath on my face. When it came, Lucas’s first sudden powerful thrust pushed my torso forward like a mini being rear-ended by a semi-truck. My arms absorbed most of the impact, allowing only minimal overall movement. That minimal amount of motion was sufficient to cut the skin of my arms, smearing blood on the shards of mirror glass below. I gave a yell from the unbearable mixture of pleasure and pain. Behind me, Lucas’s beast groaned deep in his chest.

Lucas continued to make long, deep thrusts, always pushing me slightly forward although never enough for either me or him to notice over the sweet tension of his driving inside of me. My body began first to tingle and then to twitch. The twitches turned into spasms which became convulsions only slightly less severe than those Lucas had experienced earlier. Silent breaths became sighs that developed into moans which, in turn, became increasingly louder until my throat felt raw from yelling. Unlike Lucas, I had no animalistic part of my psyche and so, free from the fear that a monster would come bursting outward to wreak bloody havoc on the world, I was free to groan, sigh, whimper and scream as my mind went blank.

The thrusts became progressively stronger. Lucas moaned. I groaned. I sighed while Lucas grunted. He wrapped his arms as far as he could around my waist. Without my hand beneath my mouth on which to bite, my vocalizations became louder. Deep inside, I could feel something building. As my screams of pleasure became increasingly less strangled, I could no longer focus on anything other than the feeling of Lucas’s thrusting and, therefore, wasn’t able to keep tabs on the worrisome rising never mind trying to stop it.

Lucas’s beast panted with exertion through human lips and clenched teeth. A growl began to accompany the panting as he came closer to climax. I could feel the wash of Lucas’s power across my back as his control grew weaker and the wolf began to push to the forefront. An icy wash of terror mixed with excitement flowed through my body, turning me on further.

My back bowed with an orgasm at the same moment that Lucas arched his own and howled. That amazing coincidence of our simultaneous climax was instantly forgotten, however, as the built up energy that I had been too distracted to monitor burst forward. It exploded like an atomic blast, instantly mushrooming both forward and back, clearing away all trace of magic as well as of Lucas’s wolf.

Without the wolf’s energy to support him, Lucas went limp. He fell onto my back. We stayed in this position for a long moment, both gasping for air and struggling to summon enough energy to separate from one another. Eventually, Lucas simply rolled away. With his weight removed, I was able to follow suit.

“Still want to stay over tonight?” I asked while staring at the ceiling.

“Yes,” Lucas responded immediately and with a great deal of emphasis. “I don’t think I’ll be able to move until tomorrow morning anyway.”