Ravished and Ravenous. (Bella x m werewolf reader)

I think they're still scared of me...

Bella POV.

He took my shoulders and I looked into his face.

"Can I show you something?" he asked, sudden excitement flaring in his eyes.

"Show me what?"

"I'll show you how I travel in the forest." He saw my expression. "Don't worry, you'll be very safe, and we'll get to your truck much faster." His mouth twitched up into that crooked smile so beautiful my heart nearly stopped.

"Will you turn into a bat?" I asked warily.

He laughed, louder than I'd ever heard. "Perhaps, not quite though..."

"That just fills me with confidence."

"Come on, little coward, climb on my back."

I waited to see if he was kidding, but, apparently, he meant it. He smiled as he read my hesitation, and reached for me. My heart reacted; even though he couldn't hear my thoughts, my pulse always gave me away. He then proceeded to sling me onto his back, with very little effort on my part, besides, when in place, clamping my legs and arms so tightly around him that it would choke a normal person. It was like clinging to a stone.

"I'm a bit heavier than your average backpack," I warned.

"As if," he snorted. I could almost hear his eyes rolling. I'd never seen him in such high spirits before.

He startled me, suddenly grabbing my hand, pressing my palm to his face, and inhaling deeply.

"Easier all the time," he muttered. "What ever you do; don't let go."

And then he was running, his muscular back giving way to fur; I threaded my hands through it; feeling its warmth.

If I'd ever feared death before in his presence, it was nothing compared to how I felt now.

He streaked through the dark, thick underbrush of the forest like a bullet, like a ghost. There was no sound, no evidence that his paws or feet touched the earth. His breathing never changed, never indicated any effort. But the trees flew by at deadly speeds, always missing us by inches.

I was too terrified to close my eyes, though the cool forest air whipped against my face and burned them.

I felt as if I were stupidly sticking my head out the window of an airplane in flight. And, for the first time in my life, I felt the dizzy faintness of motion sickness.

Then it was over. We'd hiked hours this morning to reach Y/n's meadow, and now, in a matter of minutes, we were back to the truck, he was back to his usual self.

"Exhilarating, isn't it?" His voice was high, excited.

He stood motionless, waiting for me to climb down. I tried, but my muscles wouldn't respond. My arms and legs stayed locked around him while my head spun uncomfortably.

"Bella?" he asked, anxious now.

"I think I need to lie down," I gasped.

"Oh, sorry." He waited for me, but I still couldn't move.

"I think I need help," I admitted.

He laughed quietly, and gently unloosened my stranglehold on his neck. There was no resisting the iron strength of his hands. Then he pulled me around to face him, cradling me in his arms like a small child.

He held me for a moment, then carefully placed me on the springy ferns.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

I couldn't be sure how I felt when my head was spinning so crazily. "Dizzy, I think."

"Put your head between your knees."

I tried that, and it helped a little. I breathed in and out slowly, keeping my head very still. I felt him sitting beside me. The moments passed, and eventually I found that I could raise my head. There was a hollow ringing sound in my ears.

"I guess that wasn't the best idea," he mused.

I tried to be positive, but my voice was weak. "No, it was very interesting."

"Hah! You're as white as a ghost — no, you're as white as me!"

"I think I should have closed my eyes."

"Remember that next time."

"Next time!" I groaned.

He laughed, his mood still radiant.

"Show-off," I muttered.

"Open your eyes, Bella," he said quietly.

And he was right there, his face so close to mine. His beauty stunned my mind — it was too much, an excess I couldn't grow accustomed to.

"I was thinking, while I was running..." He paused.

"About not hitting the trees, I hope."
"Silly Bella," he chuckled. "Running is second nature to me, it's not something I have to think about."

"Show-off," I muttered again.

He smiled.

"No," he continued, "I was thinking there was something I wanted to try." And he took my face in his hands again.

I couldn't breathe.

He hesitated — not in the normal way, the human way.


Not the way a man might hesitate before he kissed a woman, to gauge her reaction, to see how he would be received. Perhaps he would hesitate to prolong the moment, that ideal moment of anticipation, sometimes better than the kiss itself.

Y/n hesitated to test himself, to see if this was safe, to make sure he was still in control of his need.

And then his semi-warm, marble lips pressed very softly against mine.

What neither of us was prepared for was my response.

Blood boiled under my skin, burned in my lips. My breath came in a wild gasp. My fingers knotted in his hair, clutching him to me. My lips parted as I breathed in his heady scent.
Immediately I felt him turn to unresponsive stone beneath my lips. His hands gently, but with irresistible force, pushed my face back. I opened my eyes and saw his guarded expression.

"Oops," I breathed.

"That's an understatement."

His eyes were wild, biting his lip in a musing way, yet he didn't lapse from his perfect articulation.

He held my face just inches from his. He dazzled my eyes.

"Should I... ?" I tried to disengage myself, to give him some room.

His hands refused to let me move so much as an inch, he shook his head gently.

"No, it's tolerable. Wait for a moment, please." His voice was soft, gentle but controlled.

I kept my eyes on his, watched as the excitement in them faded and gentled.

Then he smiled a surprisingly impish grin.

"There," he said, obviously pleased with himself.

"Tolerable?" I asked.

He laughed aloud. "I'm stronger than I thought. It's nice to know."

"I wish I could say the same. I'm sorry."

"You are only human, after all."

"Thanks so much," I said, my voice acerbic.

He was on his feet in one of his lithe, almost invisibly quick movements. He held out his hand to me, an unexpected gesture. I was so used to our standard of careful non-contact. I took his gentle hand, needing the support more than I thought. My balance had not yet returned.

"Are you still faint from the run? Or was it my kissing expertise?" How lighthearted, how human he seemed as he laughed now, his seraphic face untroubled. He was a different Y/n than the one I had known. And I felt all the more besotted by him. It would cause me physical pain to be separated from him now.

"I can't be sure, I'm still woozy," I managed to respond. "I think it's some of both, though."

"Maybe you should let me drive."

"Are you insane?" I protested.

"I can drive better than you on your best day," he teased. "You have much slower reflexes."

"I'm sure that's true, but I don't think my nerves, or my truck, could take it."

"Some trust, please, Bella."

My hand was in my pocket, curled tightly around the key. I pursed my lips, deliberated, then shook my head with a tight grin.

"Nope. Not a chance."

He raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

I started to step around him, heading for the driver's side. He might have let me pass if I hadn't wobbled slightly. Then again, he might not have. His arm created an inescapable snare around my waist.

"Bella, I've already expended a great deal of personal effort at this point to keep you alive. I'm not about to let you behind the wheel of a vehicle when you can't even walk straight. Besides, friends don't let friends drive drunk," he quoted with a chuckle. I could smell the unbearably sweet fragrance coming off his chest.

"Drunk?" I objected.

"You're intoxicated by my very presence." He was grinning that playful smirk again.

"I can't argue with that," I sighed. There was no way around it; I couldn't resist him in anything. I held the key high and dropped it, watching his hand flash like lightning to catch it soundlessly. "Take it easy — my truck is a senior citizen."

"Very sensible," he approved.

"And are you not affected at all?" I asked, irked. "By my presence?"

Again his mobile features transformed, his expression became soft, warm. He didn't answer at first; he simply bent his face to mine, and brushed his lips slowly along my jaw, from my ear to my chin, back and forth. I trembled.

"Regardless," he finally murmured, "I have better reflexes." 

God the things he did to me...

*** 

Y/n POV

I drove without much thought to the road, occasionally checking it, and kept the speed reasonable. I was worried after my stunt how Bella was feeling. I drove one-handed, holding my hand on the seat.

I found myself occasionally glancing at Bella— her face, her hair blowing out the open window, our hands twined together. I sang quietly along to some of the songs on the radio; not really paying attention to the songs.


"Are you ever going to tell me how old you are?" She asked, snapping me out of my trance.

"Does it matter much?" I smiled softly; not phased by her question.

"No, but I still wonder..." She grimaced. "There's nothing like an unsolved mystery to keep you up at night."

"I wonder if it will upset you," I reflected musing quietly as I gazed to the setting sun.

"Try me," She finally said.

I sighed, and then looked into her eyes, I saw comfort, genuine curiosity and care. 

"I was born in Seattle, 1985." He paused and glanced at me from the corner of his eyes. Her face was carefully unsurprised, patient for the rest. I smiled a tiny smile and continued. "I'd been a werewolf my whole life; and lead a pack of orphans and outcasts, there was an incident where one of the pack, a guy by the name of Seth, bribed a group of trackers...Vampires who excel in tracking and hunting... to attack us. He resented me, I was the Alpha and he thought he deserved it." 
 

I paused, looking into her soft eyes again. 

"I remember it as if it were yesterday." I paused, recounting the memory gripping the wheel tightly. "I remember how they arrived, smug. We'd been avoiding this particular group of vampires well; and for as long as what we could remember. But Seth's betrayal, his cowardice. It cost me my sister." 

I could feel a tear form, so I shook my head to clear it. "They murdered the pups, the children...they killed everyone. There was one of them who escaped; and I am the last surviving member of the pack. I had been bleeding out, on the brink of death when Alice found me. I'd been semi conscious when they'd turned me. She fought for me to be turned, knowing that it would be breaking laws and probably raise many problems later; she said I was important, I was special." A dry laugh left my cracked lips, how far I felt from either of those. 

 "I remember how it felt, when Carlisle saved me. It's not an easy thing, not something you could forget."

"Your parents?"

"I had no one left; they'd abandoned me outside an orphanage."

"How did he... save you?"

A few seconds passed before I answered.

"It was difficult. Not many of us have the restraint necessary to accomplish it. But Carlisle has always been the most humane, the most compassionate of us... I don't think you could find his equal throughout all of history." I paused. "For me, it was merely very, very painful."

She fell quiet, but I could tell she was turning it over in her head.

 "He made it clear that only Alice and Emmet would be responsible for me, he would be a facilitator. Edward was the first in Carlisle's family, though he found Esme soon after. She fell from a cliff. They brought her straight to the hospital morgue, though, somehow, her heart was still beating."

"So you must be dying, then, to become..." We never said the word, and I couldn't frame it now.

"No, that's just Carlisle. He would never do that to someone who had another choice. It is easier he says, though," I continued, "if the blood is weak." 

"And Emmett and Rosalie?"

"Carlisle brought Rosalie to our family next. He'd hoped she would be like Esme was to him for Edward, but that didn't quite work. Not long after, her and Ed found Emmet about to be finished off by a bear. She dragged him about 100 miles to Carlisle, afraid she wouldn't be able to control herself. I can't even imagine how hard that was for her. Alice and Jasper joined a little later; being slightly more conscious than the rest of the family. Alice is compassionate, as much as what Carlisle is. She's like a sister-motherly sort of figure. She's been the only one who has really accepted me whole heartedly. The rest of them, they still are reserved about me. Which is fair enough; I can't blame them, I've only been with them three years. But-"

"Wait you've only been like this for three years?!" Bella responded, shocked as I nodded, "I'm technically still around your age. Though; I've never kept a record." I shrugged continuing with my previous statement. "But yea, Alice has showed me how it feels to have a family. Her and Jasper actually; he was one of the first boys to make and effort to be my friend in the family. I think they're all still scared of me, of what I am, what I can do. I'm definitely not Esme's favorite though," I chuckled as we drove further.