The Hunter Becomes The Hunted

Chapter 13

A few days had passed since the encounter with the monsters that attacked your village. Everything had calmed down, your parents had not seen Jesse and now the stained glass window had been replaced with no questions asked.

You watched him rest on the cot, your fingers slowly grazing up his tanned skin, fingers dipping into the chasm of his throat, up the tight muscles and nails digging into his hairy chin. Your fingers entwined with the thick brown fibers that made up his facial hair. Jesse hummed, tilting his head back to press his warm skin into your cool fingertips that were still a little wet from the water bucket and rags you cleaned just a few moments ago.

"I love you," you crooned your other hand came up to rest on Jesse's chest.

Your fingers tangling in the dark brown forest of curly chest hair that covered a good portion of Jesse's pectorals that trailed down his stomach and disappeared into his trousers. You considered about sneaking back down to steal a shirt from your father for Jesse to wear. It would be better if you had went out to the market and purchased him a new shirt, you did not want your father to kick them all out of the inn to never return.

Jesse moaned as your cold fingers massaged his tense, raw skin as the hair slowly shrank back under his skin until the forest had been trimmed down. One of Jesse's large hands came up to cup the back of your hand that scratched at his chest, forcing you to press your palm into his heated skin. Jesse peeked at you from under his messy hair, dark brown eyes narrowing with sleep tugging at his eyelids. The corners of Jesse's dry lips curled up a bit as your hand relaxed on his chest.

"I love ya too, darlin'," he drawled softly.

"You only have a few more days here at the inn, and then you will have to leave," you bit your lip.

"I won't let that happen, darlin'."

Jesse's fingers entwined with yours, squeezing the hand that was still scratching at his chest as his other hand ran up your hip to your shoulder. He grabbed your shirt's sleeve and gently tugged you down until your elbow hit the soft pelt, and not even a few seconds later, you were laying on top of Jesse. Your noses almost touching, your chin rested on his chest, looking into each other's eyes.

His eyes, Gods, they were so beautiful. He had the eyes of a charming little puppy too cute to put out on the streets in the pouring icy rainstorm. They were so warm and strong and kind, just like him. The small freckles peppering the skin around his nose and under his eyes from staying out in the sun for so long only made him seem more warm and inviting.

"I do hope it does not happen," you murmured, keeping your eyes trained on his.

"I won' let it happen, darlin'."

Jesse lifted your hand you once hand on his chin, showing you the ring you still wore on your ring finger, shining in the dim candlelight of the lantern sitting not even a yard away on the bedside table. The moonstone was not white in the room, instead, a warm orange like the color of Jesse's eyes when he...

You slipped your hand out of Jesse's and cupped his cheek, fingers carding into the thick facial hairs and holding onto it tightly, your thumb tracing patterns into his cheekbone.

You sighed, eyes fluttering closed.

"I could fall asleep just like this with you," you hummed.

"I wouldn' mind it at all, darlin'," he chuckled as both of his hands gripped your waist, fingers kneading the flesh through your clothing.

"I promised my mother I would help her with the party tomorrow for you all for saving the village. She would be upset if I stay in here any longer," you groaned.

As you attempted to push yourself up from the bed, Jesse's grip on your waist tightened and your hips never lifted from his. Jesse moaned, it was dark and deep, it was like a grumbling wolf. You felt warmth push against your waist, followed by something poking at the waistband of your bottoms. At first, you had thought that something may have slipped from your apron or one of the strings had fallen, but as you peered down, you noticed you had no stained (once white) apron around your neck and waist.

Your eyes traveled down Jesse's body hair to the waistband of his trousers and then to where your own waist is pressed into the cloth. Your jaw slackened, your eyebrows flying up a bit in shock as you looked back at Jesse to find him smirking up at you.

"You coy little wolf," you purred.

Jesse laughed softly, grinding his heated hips into your waist, rubbing the bulge that had formed in his pants into your own clothing you could feel heating up in arousal. Jesse moaned once more between parted lips, a small gasp as he bucked his hips into your waist. You couldn't help but groan in lustful agony as you felt yourself starting to slowly lose it.

Did you dare to pull down the waistband of Jesse's trousers?

Your fingers did the work before your mind could even start to work, your fingers ripping away from the abundant hair on Jesse's chest (even plucking a few strands from his still raw skin as he hissed in pain) and traced the rim of Jesse's waistband. You looked back up at Jesse's face to see his hair had fallen over his eyes, sweat had started to bead at his forehead, his dark hair clinging to the soaked skin. His thick lips parted slightly, his breathing picking up. Despite his hair covering his eyes, you could tell he was watching your every move. A pitiful whine escaped his lips as his large hands grabbed at the pelts and blankets, clawing at them as he tilted his head back, baring and exposing more and more of his throat like an injured wolf. He swallowed, his throat bobbing.

Your fingers slowly slipped down below the waistband, cold nails dragging across his heated skin that earned you another small, soft gasp. You could feel Jesse trembling below you, his feet kicking at the bunched up pelts on the edge of the bed and knocking them over.

You slowly started to peel back the trousers now starting to become damp with sweat before Jesse's hands slammed down on your waist, lifting you up and pulling your hands back from his pants.

Your mouth dropped open in shock, eyes opening fully as you looked back at Jesse before your body was forcefully moved to the side. You quickly found yourself on your back with Jesse hovering over you, taking your place as you took his.

His sweaty hair was still covering his eyes, but now you could see through his parted lips: Sharp teeth, canines long and dangerous, shining in the dim lantern light.

His breathing was becoming weighted, heavy, deep and dark and dangerous. His hot breath smelled of his cigars and mead, his head slowly lowering to your throat, his nose nuzzling into the crooks of the bared flesh. You could feel his hot tongue roll over your skin that was now goosefleshed. A spike of chilling arousal shot down your spine, all of your body's hair now standing up straight as Jesse's heated body made for an agonizing tug on your body. With your chilling body and his warm one just hovering mere hairs above you, you felt lightheaded, only leaving the wolf more of your exposed neck.

The door suddenly slammed open, the whole room creaking and shaking, the candlelight in the lantern went out. Jesse turned to look at the intruder with a snarl escaping his bared lips, giving you the chance to peek from under Jesse at the doorway.

Hanzo stood there, grasping the wooden doorframe, his nails biting into the grooves of the aging wood. Sweat beaded his bronzed skin, his raven locks clinging to his chiseled face, his eyes hooded from the hair that had fallen.

"Dragon," he coughed.

Jesse did not hesitate to jump from the bed. The absence of his warmth reminded you how cold the inn rooms could be with no candles lit. You were not far behind Jesse, following right on his heels as he followed on Hanzo's until the three of you were outside.

In the distance, you could see a figure soaring through the sky, orange flames erupting and only illuminating the beast's purple and orange scales and flanks, its terrifying wingspan and the spiked tail whipping around.