From Prey To Predator (A Teen Wolf Saga)

Chapter Seven: Kitsune

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Derek was still in a daze as Ivy redressed herself. As much as she wanted to continue having sex she made the conscious decision to feed just enough to bring her back to fighting form. She had her back turned to the Werewolf as she clasped her bra.

"You're a Succubus," he repeated, his eyes stationed on the ceiling. His body felt paralyzed but also had a prickling sensation urging him to jump out of his own skin He had never experienced a kiss that made his mind foggy enough to the point the words dancing on the tip of his tongue were unable to leave his agape mouth. Her gifts were unlike anything he had come across.

"You'd be correct," she answered while slipping on her skirt over the boots she refused to take off during their naked escapades. "You know what I am, tell me what you are."

"Lycanthrope," he breathed out.

"The Greek term for 'wolf man'," she said her thoughts out loud. "You're a Werewolf." She wanted to touch more on his species but another question had popped into her head causing her body to jerk toward Derek. "My kind is pretty rare. How did you figure out what I am?"

Derek blinked a couple times, emerging from his sexual stupor. "There are many legends about your kind. I've read several pieces of literature about it, but also I had an old family friend who went mad over a Succubus." His head flopped to the side, speaking directly to Ivy.  "I had to be an early teens when I first heard about your kind. I was born a werewolf so I grew up learning about different supernatural creatures. Anyhow, this family 'friend' showed up late one night banging on our front door. This was not an uncommon occurrence growing up because my mother was very powerful and her status as Alpha brought the lost and desperate to our doorstep seeking advice and guidance." His words were pouring out uncontrollably.

Whatever powers Ivy had used was affecting his usually solemn persona. He wanted to spill everything and anything on his mind to the woman who had given him a fake name.

"He was love sick for this woman. She was beautiful and smelled like roses and sex. He couldn't get enough of her nor she, him. Her sexual appetite was insatiable." Derek slid off the bed, finally coming to his full senses. Ivy's golden touch had worn off and his remarkable healing powers sped up the process. "I had been ease dropping from upstairs while my mother sat with him in our living room," he continued while scooping up his boxers lying on the floor.

Ivy could not help to glimpse at his still swollen member. She was unfortunately perpetually hungry and his physical arousal was causing her mouth to water.

"I wasn't able to listen to much before my mother heard me," he went on. "She instructed me to go back to bed but I do remember the last thing he had said." He paused and jiggled back into his jeans.

"Which was," Ivy questioned impatiently.

He circled around the testy female, searching for the grey T-shirt she had ripped off. The magic may have diminished and she had sucked the sexual energy from him but he felt it refueling from within and reach a higher peak than previously, even though the Succubus was fully dressed. It was almost like he had come down from a high and found himself addicted to the sensation she provided. He definitely wanted to throw Ivy back down on the bed. The closer his body came to hers the stronger the urge became. "He said she needed sex like oxygen because that's how her kind fed. He could actually feel her sucking the sexual energy out of him."

Ivy's wide eyes were intrigued. "Did he ever say her name or who she was?" Her words were eager. She was desperate to find another Succubus other than herself and Claudette.

Before Derek could answer or put on a shirt a panicked yelp pierced both their ears. The sedatives had worn off on the teenage girl residing down stairs enough that she was able to observe the unfamiliar surroundings. "Where am I," she cried.