The beginning of a werewolf tale

Chapter 3

AVON P.O.V.

Why is this crazy fucker herding me into a wall. Not that he doesn't smell nice but not allowing a girl to get a look at your face while herding her into a corner is rude, and dickish. His presence has a calming effect on me, and then I realise the dampness of my undies, I wonder if I packed any sports pads or just those crap thin ones. Okay, I'll deal with that later. Just as I am about to knee him in the balls, he presses his body against mine, nose against my nape, and with that, I lose the ability to breathe. Adding to the problem is the fact is that he's, 1 sexy as hell, with an erection of gargantuan proportion pressing firmly against my lower stomach, muscles that I can both feel and imagine, and a scent of pure bliss. So infatu- wait a second. Did I seriously just talk about a dude that way. Eww. Now I want to kill him for making my bloodthirsty mind turn into and annoying, gushing, pussy. And 2 making a crooning sound that gradually makes me feel like an over cooked noodle. All floppy and not at all dignified. After all, men cannot belly flop with dignity, women can. There for we must do this as often as humanly possible to show off, and set an example on how it's done so they can better the world by not making us see their beer bellies get all jiggled and almost torn off in their attempt.

Like Dori says, except with breathing not swimming. When I have finally regained my composure (and breath) I decide I can either yell, flop into a puddle of funk on the floor that hasn't been cleaned since 1952, or punch him in the face.

Since he has me pinned, go with an indignantly demanding "Would you fucking get off me" that has no effect other than to make him press closer and press his face more securely into the crook of my neck. The sensation of his breath caressing over the highly sensitised skin of my nape makes my hole body tremble with the need for a warm pair of arms to protect me from all  emotional pain and suffering those around me may deliver.

"No."

The rumble against my skin travels straight down south to my lady bitz. I would have reeled back from shock if I wasn't pinned to a wall, being crooned to, feelin akin to an over cooked noodle, and paralysed by the realisation that I'm attracted to someone. I mean, the growing dampness down there before I accredited to being on my period. But now. Now the mystery of the matter is what the most effective way to kill him is.

Crushed throat or nose driven into his brain or throat would be the least time consuming, but bashing his head against the wall would be fun. Plus, I could sit on his back while I do it. Head bashing it is.

But how do get myself out of my slumped, aroused and relaxed state. After a moment of pondering  I once again snarl "Would you wait outside while I use the bathroom?"

There. Perfectly acceptable. He doesn't move an inch. Just lets out a low threatening growl that rumbles through my entire body. No frickin fair. Removing his face for a moment I assume he's going to release me. But no, he simply licks my neck. In one wet pass of soft muscle over hardened skin.

The move sends pleasure coursing through me, traveling with his other motions to my lady bitz. Then comes another pass of his tongue, then another. On the fourth I am completely taken over by the sensations and stop resisting my instincts, melting into him.

This earns a growl of approval. The bank of stalls fades out of focus as he continues his ministrations, making my undies damp and making me forget all but this boy who I don't know or how attractive in appearance he may be.

The biting sensation of teeth digging into my flesh brings my instincts to life. My lady parts ache with the need to be filled and although my body is shouting at me to give in and let him do whatever he pleases to me, I fight the urge. Struggling as the male tightens his grip with extending canines, his large hands planting themselves on my hips to hold me in place while he presses his legs to mine.

The psycho then curls his arms around my waist and presses me into him, freezing me in place. He with draws his teeth, being very careful not to agitate the torn skin. He licks the area of the warm trickle of blood before pressing me firmer against his hard, muscular frame and moving to the nearest sink.

He pushes the backs of my thighs against the cool porcelain of the sink and gently lowers my butt to the inside of the sink. He pulls back and I get my first good look at his stunning features. Chiseled jaw, clear cut nose and cheek bones, and brown eyes that pierce into my very soul.