Seeing Rylan’s passion for her, Sophie was overcome. She pressed her body to Rylan’s chest and brought her mouth up to his. Rylan kissed her back in an urgent, desperate manner. Sophie snaked her arms around Rylan’s back, pressing her hands against his skin, pushing his body against her. Rylan grabbed Sophie’s hair and pulled her head back before kissing her collarbone.
“Sophie,” he moaned into her neck. Sophie reached down to Rylan’s pants, feeling his erection through the material. She fumbled with his pants, feeling bold, and pulled them down so his erection sprang free. Sophie groaned in the back of her throat. Rylan had turned her into an animal. She craved sex with Rylan the way she craved air to breathe.
Rylan closed his eyes with pleasure, allowing Sophie to take him into her hands. Sophie stroked slowly, feeling all of Rylan. She was enjoying her discovery and she enjoyed how every small movement brought Rylan pleasure. Sophie tightened her grip, and used her other hand to caress the tip of his cock and his balls.
“Ahh, Sophie,” moaned Rylan. Sophie began to feel her arousal build, and she was amazed at the power Rylan had over her body. Rylan grabbed her legs and pulled them astride his body, so Sophie was now straddling Rylan. He pulled Sophie’s blouse tie and her shirt fell open, exposing her breasts. Sophie’s bra had been dirty and tattered so she had discarded it, and Rylan’s eyes widened at her exposed breasts.
Cupping each breast with his hand, Rylan rubbed them and grabbed them softly, before caressing her nipples with his thumbs. Sophie moaned from the sensation. She felt a pulling between her legs and she found it strange that her nipples could bring her such pleasure between her thighs. Sophie began to stroke Rylan’s cock faster, turned on by Rylan’s torment of her breasts. Rylan brought his mouth to her breasts, sucking and licking each one, before taking each deep into his mouth and biting down softly on her sweet skin.
“Rylan,” Sophie moaned, having a hard time concentrating on his cock. Rylan pulled her hands off of him, and pushed them over her head, and holding her wrists together with one hand. Immobilized, Sophie relished in her loss of power as Rylan reached down between her legs. Sophie groaned as Rylan’s hand brushed against her pussy. He gently ran his fingers over her, allowing them to linger in all the right places. Sophie began to grind against his hand, needing Rylan to touch her.
Rylan laughed darkly, tracing small circles on her inner thigh.
“Rylan,” Sophie said desperately.
“I want to hear you say it,” Rylan said hoarsely.
“Touch me,” Sophie moaned. Rylan pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy and Sophie cried out in pleasure. She continued to writhe against his hand, willing Rylan to give her more. She could feel her wetness around Rylan’s fingers as he slid them in and out.
“I don’t want to share you,” Rylan breathed.
“I don’t want to be shared, either,” Sophie panted. Rylan began to slowly rub her clitoris, and Sophie wanted Rylan more than she ever had. She feared this might be their last encounter before she was turned over to the pack.
“Rylan, I need you,” Sophie whimpered.
“How?” he growled.
“Inside me. Now!” she moaned. Rylan pulled Sophie closer to him so that her pussy was positioned over his throbbing cock. He released her wrists, and wrapped his arms around her back, so he had control of her body. Slowly, Sophie lowered herself onto Rylan feeling him fill her as he went deeper and deeper inside of her.
Sophie cried out from the pleasure and adjusted to the sensation. Rylan began to press into her back, making her rock on top of him. His hands went down to her ass and squeezed, pulling her against him. Sophie thought of how Rylan had taken her ass earlier in the day and the thought was delicious.
Faster and faster Sophie and Rylan began to move and Sophie could feel the desperation between them. Every second that Rylan slid out of Sophie; she ached to be filled again. Rylan did not disappoint, fucking her until she was nearly out of her mind. Sophie dug her nails deeply into Rylan’s shoulders.
“Faster,” she begged. Rylan grunted and moved even faster and Sophie felt herself flying and then she was crying out and shaking as Rylan grasped her tightly. Moments later, Rylan called out her name before stilling within her.
Sophie rested against Rylan, panting, not wanting Rylan to pull her body off of him. She could still feel his cock pulsing inside of her from his own orgasm. Sophie clenched her muscles tightly together, trying to hang on to the full feeling of Rylan inside her. Rylan stroked her hair and traced his fingers over her breasts. Suddenly he stiffened.
“Linwood is outside the cave and would like a word with you,” he hissed. Clearly Rylan was hoping he could have a little more time with Sophie before Linwood and she discussed her fate. Rylan pulled himself out of Sophie and she stood up, fixing her blouse and pulling her skirt down. Linwood entered and Sophie saw he was much older than Rylan.
“Hello, my child,” he said kindly, before sitting on a chair, “I can see why Rylan has taken such a liking to you. You are exquisite,” he said admiringly.
Sophie wasn’t sure if this was a compliment or not.
“Thank you,” she mumbled looking at her hands.
“Not to worry though. I do not need strength as the younger ones do, so you need not fear me. However, once the others have regained their strength, I may indulge in you.” Linwood’s voice dropped to a whisper and Sophie shuddered at the thought.
“It seems my dear Rylan here as informed you of how our pack draws strength. They will phase into their human forms and have their way with you. We will of course allow you to rest and nourish between rounds.”
Sophie’s eyes widened and Linwood continued, “The wolves are very weak. It will take more than one encounter with you to gain their full strength.”
“How — how many are in the pack?” Sophie stuttered.
“Thirty-three,” Linwood responded and a growl erupted from Rylan. Sophie looked to Rylan for help, but he was too ashamed now to meet her gaze. Sophie’s heart sank as she realized there truly was no way for Rylan to save her from this. Sophie heard a few growls from outside the cave and she looked from Linwood to Rylan.
“They await,” Linwood said simply. “Come my dear. And in the meantime I will look into what you are.” Linwood grazed his hand down her arm.
“Very small and very translucent skin,” he murmured to himself as he got up and beckoned Sophie to follow.
Nervously, Sophie followed Linwood through the dark caves, which Linwood illuminated with a small torch. Rylan trailed behind, anger radiating from his body. Sophie wondered if he would phase or not. Once in the clearing, Sophie saw a number of wolves pacing back and forth. As she appeared, a few wolves yipped in appreciation. Sophie shrank backwards and Rylan steadied her.
“Try not to focus on what is happening,” he whispered. He seemed to struggle against wanting to say something. Finally, he gave in. “Like I said to you in the woods: If you don’t fight it, this will be easier,” he paused darkly, “possibly enjoyable.” Sophie wanted to laugh at his words. Enjoyable? Doubtful!
Linwood gave Sophie a gentle push and she stumbled out into the dark clearing. The moon was nearly full, and shone down upon the clearing, bathing the earth in a pale glow. Sophie straightened her shoulders. Linwood and Rylan must be staying to watch, she thought sickly.
“Gentle,” Linwood advised the other wolves, as if reading Sophie’s mind. “You may not all have Sophie this evening. I would say that five or six would be a good number to start. The rest of you will have to make do as spectators.”
Five wolves broke free from the circle, possibly leaders or elders. Sophie’s breath was coming rapidly, and she felt her legs shake with fear. Two of the wolves were stocky and deep brown; another wolf was slight and a honey-cream color. The fourth wolf was average with midnight black fur. Sophie, however, was drawn to the fifth wolf. He was lithe and graceful, and his wolf eyes bore into Sophie. He was light brown with bits of white in his fur. Sophie thought his fur looked silkier than the others, and she imagined running her hands through it. The wolves began to phase and Sophie noticed their human forms took on characteristics of their wolf form, or perhaps it was the other way around.
The two deep brown wolves appeared to be brothers, maybe even twins. Their skin was a deep tan, and they had dark eyes. They eyed Sophie hungrily, as they circled her like prey. The cream-colored wolf, was young and thin, with pale eyes, but had an air of leadership about him. He stood very still, watching Sophie. The midnight black
