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It was fall, the best time of the year. The leaves were beginning to change into vibrant hues of red, yellow, and orange, and Emma couldn’t contain herself inside. She wanted to be outside more than anything, but she was stuck in class, idly listening to the droning voice of her professor. She wasn’t understanding a word that he was saying. The words just seemed to melt together in a jumbled list of letters, and her eyes remained glued to the window. She could tell there was a soft breeze outside, because the leaves were swaying back and forth gently, some falling in a whirl to the ground. Emma took a deep breath, imagining the cool air passing through her nose and to her lungs, but the air she took in was musty. It was a mixture of old, rotting books in the library, stale food in the freezers, and angst driven students who twitched and fidgeted in their seats—the smell of college.

“I hope you all remember the five to seven page research papers due next week. If you haven’t done your research by now, you are way behind.”

Emma finally looked back up at the front with a sigh. She had done all of her research, but she had no motivation to cram all the facts into a single paper. She hadn’t even read all the sources yet, and the thought of having to do homework over the weekend made her want to puke.

She could see her professor looking at her—staring. At first, Emma thought he was secretly scolding her for gazing out the window for so long, but his expression was not one of hostility. Just as other males, he was captured by her beauty. Emma was truly beautiful with both her body and her personality. She was a loving person, always offering her help to others and trying to be considerate, but everyone saw her body before her caring heart. She was an eighteen year old freshman in her mountainous hometown of Redville. She was considered tall for a female, reaching five feet and seven inches, and she had long, wavy blonde hair that matched the golden hues of the swaying leaves outside. The soft curls often bounced as she walked, and her emerald green eyes could hypnotize anyone. Her skin was light and smooth, showing her vibrant youth, and her body was curved with wide hips and a lovely bust.

“You’re all dismissed.”

Emma grabbed her things, shoving her notebook into her backpack before swinging the bag over her shoulder in one swift motion. She slipped her other hand through the strap and eagerly hurried out of the classroom, wanting to avoid the professor’s gaze, but as she left the classroom, someone grabbed her arm, making her jump in surprise.

“Woah, calm yourself!” A soft voice giggled.

It was Emma’s friend Mary, and Emma let out a soft sigh.

“What are you going to do today? It’s Friday! We should go out tonight and get white girl shwaysted!” Mary said, dancing a bit as she said their favorite phrase.

Emma snickered. “White girl shwaysted sounds so much fun, but I think I’m going to go on a run first.”

They began walking down the corridor, passing other classrooms and making their way to the building entrance. There were students sitting everywhere: in chairs, on the floor, leaning against the wall. All of them were holding wads of papers, scanning over the lines frantically as if their lives depended on it, and for some students, that seemed true. They were so focused on being perfect that they drove themselves crazy, and Emma took a deep breath, hoping that she didn’t look as frantic and terrified as everyone else.

“Ugh! Come on! We’re not going to get wasted. We’re going to get shwaysted, and you want to go run instead?”

Emma smiled and blushed as she saw another male staring at her from the top of his paper stack. She wondered why so many boys were looking at her lately. Was there something wrong with her face? She hadn’t done anything differently, but she was getting so much unusual attention. She was beginning to worry.

“Yeah, Yeah! I know that. I will go out with you. I just want to run first. It’s a beautiful day outside.” Emma said.

Marry nodded. “Alright, text me when you get done.”

Emma smiled and hurriedly made her way to her dorm to change.

Emma was almost to her dorm building, but she could hear her phone chiming repeatedly in her pocket. With a sigh, she pulled it out, clutching the small, black device in her hand. She could see through the home screen that she had four text messages from Mary. She opened the phone and began looking through them, seeing they were all emojis of drinks, kissing, and party decorations. Emma smirked, but as she was looking down at her phone, she wasn’t paying attention to where she was going.

She crashed, colliding with something hard and strong. She almost fell backwards, but a sturdy arm wrapped around her, swinging her around until her back was pinned to the wall. Her breath left her chest as her back connected to the stone wall of her dorm building, and as she looked up, she could see him, hovering over her. He was so tall, reaching at least six and a half feet. His eyes were jet black just like his long hair that reached to his shoulders. His strong arms were straining the tight leather of his jacket, and the faint scent of peppermint wafted over Emma’s nose. He was breathing hard, his body pressed to Emma. They stared in silence, and the male seemed to take a deep, long inhale. Was he smelling her?

“You might want to watch where you’re going.” He said in a frustrated tone, his voice deep and yet smooth like honey.

“I-I’m sorry…” Emma said softly, feeling her heart racing, but the male remained. He was motionless, almost like a statue.

“You smell very good today.” He said with a smirk, and Emma pushed his chest, forcing him off of her body. “It’s a very… seasoned smell.” He responded, stepping back to get out of her way.

Emma didn’t respond. She didn’t know how to respond. What would someone say to that? As she was pondering a response, the male cleared his throat, causing Emma’s eyes to lock with his once more. They were as black as onyx.

“Since you so rudely bumped into me, and I saved you from falling, you should consider going out with me tonight. We could have a nice picnic outside somewhere under the moon. It’s going to be beautiful tonight.” His voice was playful, but his eyes were hard, almost predatory.

“I already have plans.” Emma said immediately, feeling her heart still pounding. She had no idea who the male was. She had seen him around campus, leaning against the trees in the courtyard and watching people pass with his eyes flicking from one person to another. His eyes had stopped on her several times, but she had ignored them.

“Ah, guess I’ll just have to hunt you down later then.” He replied while the sides of his mouth turned up into a quirky smile. He remained unmoving, becoming a statue once more. He was being cocky, but he couldn’t help it, and he cleared his throat once more. This time is was more for him than her. He was bringing his thoughts back to the present.

Emma simply hurried past him and disappeared inside, wondering what he meant by a seasoned smell earlier. Was it an insult? He hadn’t said it like an insult. Disregarding it, she simply ran up to her room, finally able to change.

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It was perfect. The breeze was soft, barely moving the leaves from side to side, but the rustle remained. Emma could hear the leaves brushing together as she took a deep, lovely breath. The air was so crisp that it made her nose and throat cold, giving her entire body an energizing chill.

She was properly dressed, wearing petite, black shorts that showed off half of her thigh and the old, worn hoodie that her grandmother had given her long ago. The threads were starting to run, but the bright red endured. It hugged to her curves flawlessly, giving her a feeling of comfort as she began to run.

Her footfalls were hard, landing on the ground with a thud before her foot was up once more. She was moving swiftly, forgetting everything but the way her muscles burned, the quick breath moving though her lungs, and the music flowing through her headphones to her ears. At the last second, she had decided not to run on campus. Of course, there were plenty of trails that were very well kept, but she ran those too often. Instead, she chose to drive five miles away to a long forgotten trail. At one point, many people ran and jogged over the trails next to the lake, but after several budget cuts for the grounds, the trails were no longer maintained. Weeds grew in the middle of every walkway, poking their heads up to the sun, and the trails were becoming almost invisible. With all the growing foliage, it was becoming more and more difficult to distinguish the marked trails from the animal trails made through the woods.

Emma didn’t realize the distinction. She simply ran where her body took her. She was running full speed, daring her feet to fail her and let her fall. She winded the trails in seconds, jumping over every fallen tree with a smile, laughing as she landed on the other side before taking off again. She ran until her body ached, and it was only then that she realized the sun had stopped gleaming off of her hair.

“Damn…” She whispered, panting as she put both of her hands onto her wide hips. She needed a break.

Reaching up, she placed two fingers onto her neck, feeling her pounding pulse. She had run all the way down to the lake, and as she took her headphones out of her ears, she could hear the soft wakes lapping at the banks. It was a refreshing sound, but Emma was beginning to worry. She didn’t know if she could make it back to her car before the sun left completely.

She dialed Mary’s number as she began to walk back, feeling her body overheated. She had run several times with her red hoodie, and she had never felt this hot before. Come to think of it, she remembered being hot all day, but she chose to ignore it.

“Hello?”

“Hey, I ended up coming to some old trails. I’m heading back now. Do you still want to go out?” She asked, swiftly walking in the same direction she had come from.

“Yes! I’m getting ready right now. It will still probably take me an hour though. I need to shower and shave and yadda yadda!” She said with a giggle, and Emma smiled.

“Sounds great. I’ll be back soon.”

Emma hung up the phone and tucked it back into the pocket of her hoodie. The temperature outside was starting to fall, and she slowly reached back, lifting the hood of her jacket over her head. After a few more quick breaths, she began to run once more, but as the sun hid behind the mountains, Emma had to rely on her cell phone for sufficient light, but after a while, she finally realized that she was lost. All the trails looked the same.

“Perfect…” She whispered, turning on the location services to her phone.

She opened her map, and as it loaded, she could see the small blue dot that symbolized her position, and she could also see the minor, rectangular and clear area that was meant to be the rundown parking lot where her car still sat—waiting. It was apparent as she turned, the arrow on the screen turned as well, pointing her in the direction that she wanted to go. Following the trails had taken her further down the winding hills to the lake below, and her phone told her that by cutting straight through the woods, she could be back at her car in under thirty minutes. Tapping the screen, she watched as a red dot established the area she wanted, and she began walking up the hill, leaving the trails completely while replacing her headphones into her ears.

She had been walking for what seemed like twenty minutes, watching her little blue dot become closer and closer to the red, but as she looked up, she realized that she could see without the light from her phone. Blinking, she was a bit stunned at first, but as she looked up into the sky, she could see it. The moon was out, full and bright, watching over her as she made her journey. Small clouds drifted in front, making the moon take on an eerie appearance. Emma hadn’t realized what time it was, and as she looked away from the moon, she started moving her feet faster, picking up her pace to a run once more. However, this time she was running uphill, and her calves tired quickly.

She really had no sense of urgency, until she felt it. It was a strange feeling, like spiders crawling up her back, and it sent a shiver through her spine. The shiver traveled through her muscles, making everything tingle. Even her nipples hardened as her body shivered. At first, she wanted to blame it on the cold. It was simply the cool air making her feel things, but as she continued to walk, the sensation remained. Something or someone was watching her. The hair on the back of her neck began to rise, and she inhaled a deep breath, taking off in an instant at full speed up the hill. Her calves still burned, roaring at her for relief, but she pushed them harder, wanting desperately to be in the comfort of her car.

She thought that she could see it—the break in the tree line. It was coming closer and closer. She was beginning to feel safe, but before she could reach her destination, something slammed into her back, sending her sprawling onto her back in a heap. Her breath was gone with her footing, and she scrambled backwards, dropping her phone in the pile of leaves in front of her. The flashlight app was still running, and she could see the light from her phone illuminating the trees. Where was the thing that hit her?

She was panting, looking back and forth to see something—anything. “What the hell is going on?!” She screamed into the trees, still on the ground.

Nothing moved. The only sound was the gentle rustle of the leaves, and she began to think that everything was simply in her imagination. She had imagined the whole ordeal, but just as she started to rise to her feet, there was a deep, grumbling sound from the trees in front of her. It was almost like a growl but deeper. She froze, keeping her eyes glued to the trees. The first thing she saw was the snout. Then, the head appeared. Her heart almost stopped instantly, and she couldn’t force herself to breath or she would have screamed. It was a wolf with jet black fur that was only distinguished from the surrounding darkness by the LED light from her cell phone and the moon illuminating from above. Its muzzle was open, showing razor sharp teeth that were as white as the moon. It stepped forward, letting the claws on its feet shine with the LED light, and Emma crawled backwards slowly. She didn’t want it to come any closer.

“Oh God…” She whispered, feeling her whole body tightening with fear.

The beast stepped forward once more, letting Emma see its sharp and pointed ears before she could perceive its full size. It was huge, much bigger than a normal wolf would have been, and there was something wrong with its legs. They seemed wrong—too muscular for a real wolf. It got closer, moving its head only inches from Emma’s face before it exhaled, blowing a thick breath over Emma. The cool air turned the beast’s breath into a fog that rolled over Emma’s cheeks, and she began to whimper. What the hell was this thing?

As Emma looked away, the wolf growled, making Emma snap her attention back to the beast in front of her. She was staring directly into its familiar eyes that were dark as coal. Why did they look so familiar? As if to confirm Emma’s thoughts that the beast was not a true wolf, it brought its knees down to the ground and sat up, seeming to smirk at her. It had a broad, muscular chest, and Emma was even more dazed.

“What the fuck are you?” She screamed out, but the wolf didn’t answer. He just stared at her. However, it wasn’t an animalistic gaze. It was something else—Lustful maybe.

The beast that was sitting up reached forward, gripping Emma’s legs in its large paws and pulled her forward. Her body slid over the leaves, leaving the ground bare behind her. She could tell it was male, because there was a sheath in between the wolf’s legs, and a red, pointed head had begun to emerge. Her heart was pounding against her rib cage as she stared up at the wolf. He was so tall, seeming to tower over her. He was toned, but his muscles were simply covered with thick fur, and Emma was practically shivering, but she wasn’t sure if it was from the cold or the fear that he was going to rip her throat out with his glistening teeth. She tried to pull her legs out of his grip, but she let out a loud gasp as he tightened his paws. It was as if he knew what she was thinking.

He stayed perfectly still, holding her in place on the ground. She knew moving would be a bad decision, because his grip was so tight that one false move could send his claws deep into her calf muscles. The wolf slowly leaned forward, sliding his tight grip upward from her calves to her lower thigh, just above her knee. His muzzle was inching closer, letting her finally smell his scent. He smelled just like the forest, musky and fresh, but there was a slight hint of peppermint.

He completely blocked out the moon from Emma’s sight, and as his muzzle rested on her shoulder, she could feel his teeth plunge into the cloth of her red hoodie. It was a complete blur, but Emma felt her jacket rip from her body in seconds. The wolf had latched on and tugged violently, shaking his muzzle back and forth. Her hoodie tore like paper.

“Don’t hurt me!” She called out, terrified as the wolf thrashed above her, but as he pulled away, only her hoodie and the bra underneath was gone—no scratches.

The cool air bit at her nipples, causing them to harden out in the open. She was panting, and now, she could see the rapid movement of her chest rising and falling with each breath. The wolf seemed to be mesmerized by the way her breasts rose and fell. He slowly leaned down, keeping his eyes glued to Emma’s until he reached her breast. Slowly, he extended his tongue and began lapping at her hardened nipple. It made Emma gasp loudly. His tongue was long and surprisingly wide. It was also warm, making Emma shiver on the ground from the contrast of cold and hot on her skin. He continued to lap at her breasts, moving from one to the other until he seemed satisfied.

Emma shivered, loving the strange sensation of having her breasts licked in such a way. It sent tremors down her spine, and they curled up against her lower lips, making her moan out to the swaying leaves above. The wolf’s ears perked, pointing like daggers to the sky. Her moans had excited him, and as Emma looked down the wolf’s body, she could see his member had grown. Before, she had only seen the pointed tip. Now, she could see the thickened shaft, and her heart leaped as her lower lips throbbed. She had an urge to reach down and touch him, but she was afraid. Would he know what she was doing?

As if the wolf could feel her staring, he leaned up once more, rising just enough to let her see his shaft. Her heart gave another leap, and she could already feel her panties soaked with her wetness, but she had no idea why this excited her so much. His shaft was in proportion to his body size—massive. She could already tell that he was too thick for her to wrap her whole hand around him, and as she slowly moved her hand down towards the throbbing, red member, she noticed the wolf didn’t move. He stayed perfectly still, letting her do as she pleased. Once her soft fingers found his warmth, the wolf let out a soft huff, blowing hot air through Emma’s long and messy hair. Emma had been right. She couldn’t wrap her hand around him, he was too thick. The wolf seemed to buck his hips once her hand was wrapped around his throbbing shaft, and she could feel him continue to harden, making her cheeks burn. She began moving her hand back and forth, letting her soft fingers stroke from the tip of his shaft to the base. The wolf seemed to enjoy her touch, huffing softly every time her hand neared the base. To her surprise, he was still increasing in length, and by the time he reached his full length, Emma could have tried to wrap both of her hands around his shaft. She began to panic. There was no way that his shaft would be able to fit inside of her, and she knew it.

Suddenly, she let go of his member, feeling her heart race.

“I can’t take that…” She whispered, feeling frightened, but the wolf looked back down into her eyes and growled, showing his sharp fangs once more. He seemed to be telling her that she would take his shaft.

Emma looked behind herself, seeing the break in the trees, but before she could even leap to her feet, the wolf had his claws on her hips. Emma let out a loud squeal of surprise, and the wolf scraped his claws downward, cutting through her shorts and panties with ease. Emma thought for sure that he had cut her, but as she looked down, she could only see soft red marks from his claws—no blood.

She was completely naked now, and as the cool air hit her lower lips, she blushed a deeper red. She could feel the wetness already dripping over her lower lips. She was just as excited as the wolf, and he seemed to notice. His lips curled up into what seemed like a smirk, and Emma closed her legs tight, thinking that would help.

The wolf gripped her knees with his large paws and pried her legs open. He held them open as wide as they would go, and before Emma knew what was happening, he pulled her upwards, lifting her hips all the way to his muzzle. He moved her easily, almost as if she was a simply puppet. She let out a soft squeal. Her back was now pressed to his chest, and she was basically upside down. Her legs were resting on the wolf’s shoulders and she could feel his hardened and throbbing cock pressing in-between her shoulder blades.

“Let me go!” Emma screamed as loud as she could. She had screamed so loud that her lungs actually ached, but the wolf did not let her go, and there was no one around for miles.

He leaned his muzzle downward, pressing his cool nose into her lower lips, right against her clit, and he took a long inhale, smelling her sex as if it was a fine wine. He seemed to enjoy her smell, because Emma could feel a few droplets of pre cum trickling over the scruff of her neck. Trying to fight, Emma began tugging her legs, but as the wolf lapped at her lower lips with his hot, wide tongue, Emma was paralyzed. Her body froze, feeling the long tongue plunge inside of her tightened walls only to slither back out and flick over her sensitive clit. It was almost as if the wolf was simply drinking water. Emma shivered, feeling her body relax and her legs widen, giving him more access to her lower lips. He took advantage, plunging his tongue inside of her pussy and flicking it over her G-spot before lapping at her clit repetitively. He did this until she was completely at ease. Emma was in so much pleasure from his licks that she didn’t even think about escaping anymore. She simply enjoyed the pleasure and felt her hips involuntarily bucking forward gently every time his tongue lapped at her clit.

When the wolf pulled away, Emma was panting, and she shook her head no quickly. “P-Please don’t stop. I’m so close.” She whispered, feeling her whole body tingling, but it wasn’t from the cold.

The wolf seemed to understand, because he gripped her hips harder, pulling her up higher to his muzzle. This time, he pressed his muzzle to her pussy, letting his cold nose grind her clit as his tongue plunged into her lips. Every exhale of his tickled her clit, giving the same hot and cold sensation that her breasts had enjoyed earlier. Emma arched her back, feeling her eyes roll back in bliss. His tongue was so deep that she could feel it dancing against her cervix—the very entrance to her womb. She could feel her walls tightening around his tongue, and she reached back, gripping her hair hard with her hands. All the blood was rushing to her head, combining with the sensations in her pussy to make her dizzy in bliss. The wolf kept his tongue inside her, shifting his muzzle back and forth so that his rough nose grinded her small, sensitive clit, and his tongue rubbed every inch of her walls. He pushed his tongue deeper, pressing hard against her cervix as if he was trying to penetrate deeper, and in that instant, Emma thrusted her hips and came, feeling her hot juices gush over his muzzle and run up her body from her lips to her stomach and rump.

The wolf had pleasured her, and as he lowered her back to the leaves and the soft Earth, Emma knew it was her turn to pleasure him, but she wasn’t sure what he wanted. He seemed to answer that question for her, because he lifted her hips once more like a simple paper weight. Her body was slanted with her hips in the air and her shoulder blades on the ground. She lifted her hands above her head, moving the leaves and brushing up the forest’s perfume to mix with the scents of their throbbing bodies. She knew she was getting filthy, but she didn’t care, and the wolf seemed to sense her acceptance. He shifted his hips, letting the pointed head press to her soaked slit. He barely pressed forward, letting her lips spread for the very tip before he shifted forward, leaning over her body.

Emma was face to face with the wolf now, looking directly into his eyes, and she felt no fear as she did before. His eyes looked into hers openly, and his muzzle turned up into another smirk. She smiled back in return. He was trying to show her that he wasn’t going to hurt her, and she believed it. Reaching up, she brushed her fingers over the wolf’s cheeks, seeing his onyx eyes flicking over her face in admiration.

“My, what big eyes you have….” She whispered, feeling a bit of fairytale amazement wash over her as realization struck—this wasn’t just a wolf.

The fairytale feeling was only there for a second, because the wolf briskly moved his paws under her, lifting her as he leaned back, sitting on his knees. As he leaned back, Emma sank down, feeling the thick shaft begin to slide inside of her. It made her gasp loudly to the moon with her head laid back. Her long hair dangled over her back, brushing back and forth with the soft breeze, and the wolf shifted his paws, moving them to Emma’s wide and luscious hips. He pushed downward, forcing her lower lips to spread further than they ever had. She moaned louder, feeling the ache of satisfaction bubble through her body.

“Oooh God!” She called out, gripping the wolf’s broad shoulders for support.

He pushed deep, pressing against her cervix—the very entrance to her womb. He seemed to be enjoying her tightness as well, because the wolf closed his eyes and shivered against Emma. His fur stood on end, and he let out a deep, guttural growl that resonated from his chest and seeped from his muzzle. It was a growl of bliss, and with that, he bucked his hips upwards, letting Emma feel his full size stretching her like a glove.

He began to lift her, and Emma let out a soft whimper as she felt his shaft leaving her lower lips. She had never whimpered before, but she couldn’t control her sounds anymore. She didn’t want him to pull out. She wanted to feel every inch of him throbbing inside of her. However, the wolf lifted her until only the tip remained before holding her there. She expected him to lower her, but he didn’t. He simply held her in place, his throbbing shaft only inches from her lips.

“W-What are you doing?” She asked softly, biting her bottom lip. “Lower me down!”

The wolf remained unmoved, and Emma was beginning to ache. Her overheated body wanted desperately to be filled. Was he trying to tease her?

“Please fill me! I want to feel it so badly. I want to feel you.” Emma begged, shifting her hips from side to side, trying to make him lose his grip.

Seeming satisfied, the wolf dropped her back onto his thick shaft with precision and force. Emma screamed in pleasure when he filled her so suddenly, stretching her walls once more. Emma could hear leaves crunching behind the wolf, and she realized his tail was wagging back and forth. He was enjoying it just as much as she was, and as he leaned forward, Emma held to his shoulders to keep herself from falling backwards. The wolf used the new angle to thrust harder, using her hips as leverage. He was using all his force, pounding her lower lips, and Emma continued to squeal in bliss. The head of the wolf’s cock was pressing hard against her cervix with every thrust, and she could feel it beginning to weaken. Soon, he would be inside her womb—something no human male had ever been able to accomplish.

“T-That’s it!” She called out in pleasure, tightening her fingers into fists.

She had a fist full of his fur in each hand, but the wolf didn’t mind. He was too focused on the gripping sensation from Emma’s walls. They kept tightening, constricting around him like the fists that gripped his fur. He knew that her walls were trying desperately to push him out, to stop the intrusion, but he paid them no mind. Her juices were splashing all over him with each forceful thrust forward, soaking his fur down to the skin underneath. Along with each splash of juices came the lovely, wet slap of his knot hitting her entrance. Emma had no idea what it was, but she would soon find out.

The wolf wasn’t taking it easy on her. He knew her body was built for an alpha. Only a true alpha could conquer the curviest of women, and as the wolf bucked forward, he watched Emma’s face fill with bliss. He knew she was enjoying herself, because her body told him so. Everything about her was pulsing, begging him for more. The scent of her juices wafted up, tickling his nose and making him Dizzy. Some of her juices still lingered on his muzzle, soaking his senses with her natural pheromones. They were practically blinding him, and before he knew it, he was thrusting into Emma with animalistic force, ravaging her body to his liking. The sensations that he felt were almost unbearable. Forcing himself inside of her, he stayed deep, pressing his hips as hard as he could against her own, and he began to grind back and forth, letting Emma feel his girth rubbing every inch of her walls. She was throbbing around him. He could feel the soft pulses along his shaft, and her walls were tight, almost like a firm but gentle hand wrapped around his shaft. She was so wet that her juices sloshed with each thrust, giving him the sensation that her walls were covered in the softest silk or velvet, but the best part of all was the heat. That’s what was driving the wolf mad. It was the heat. Her walls were hot of course, but he wanted deeper. Every time his pointed head pressed to her cervix, he could feel it. He could feel the heat radiating from her womb as if it was boiling over with need. That’s what had drawn him to her, and he wanted desperately to put it out. He began thrusting once more, letting out a loud growl as the animalistic need to mate returned. He kept thrusting, ravaging her walls and pounding her cervix, inching closer and closer to the burning inferno of her womb.

Emma was lost. Her head was spinning from the bursts of sensation that filled her body. She had never felt this satisfied in her entire life, and with every thrust of the male wolf, she arched her back and moaned to the moon, letting the stars and the swaying leaves above know that she wanted more. The wolf was still shivering as he thrusted, and Emma could hear him let out a soft growl. He began to thrust harder, gripping her hips to hold her in place. He was gripping so hard that Emma could feel his razor sharp claws sinking into her skin, but she didn’t care. It only added to the fireworks errupting in every muscle of her body. She could feel the warm drips of blood, trailing over her hips and down her legs, but it only made her bite her bottom lip and shiver. Her toes were curling behind her, tightening involuntarily. She could feel another climax building—swelling. Her walls tightened, making the wolf’s eyes seem to roll back as well. The wolf gave a hard buck, using his claws to bring Emma down as he bucked upwards, and Emma’s eyes went wide open. She screamed loudly, gripping the Wolf’s fur hard, even pulling out a few strands. The pointed head of his cock had finally penetrated her womb. He was in the most sacred part of her body, and she could feel him resting there—tip throbbing. The wolf let his muzzle fall open as he entered her womb, feeling the heat enclose around his cock. His tongue was to the side as well, and he shivered, enjoying the moment.

Emma lost it. Her body convulsed in bliss as she climaxed. Her hips bucked forward, and she collapsed forward against the Wolf’s chest, not able to hold herself up anymore. All of her muscles were contracting for this one climax, and she felt the hot gush of her juices coat his lap once more. The wolf’s muscles were tingling. Emma could feel it through his fur as she lay almost limp against him. She couldn’t move, but the wolf moved for her. He lifted her up one last time, raising her to the tip before he slammed her down with all of his force, using his claws in her hips as the driving force. When he pulled her down, he also bucked his hips. This time, he entered her womb once more, but he was deeper. Emma felt something thicker force its way into her entrance, and to her surprise, it was beginning to swell.

The wolf’s knot grew, stretching Emma to her breaking point. Emma’s hips bucked continuously in bliss from the stretch. She couldn’t control it anymore. The wolf whipped his head back, pointing his muzzle to the sky and howled. His howl was so loud that it rattled the branches above, and Emma swore she even saw the moon dim for a split second to the wolf’s command, but that thought was soon interrupted as a torrent of hot, thick seed filled her womb. It was like someone turned on the faucet of hot water inside of her—almost scalding, but it was so thick. She could feel the seed splashing her walls and slowly dripping, oozing downward. He must have climaxed for minutes, because Emma was beginning to think that she was going to pop. Her stomach was puffy, making it look as if she had eaten a rather large meal, and not a single drop of the Alpha’s cum had left her pussy lips. It was all locked in place by the softball sized knot that continued to stretch her walls.

Emma had never felt so much pleasure at once. Between running and the pleasure of sex, her body was fried. Her nerves were throbbing. Her muscles were limp. Even her mind was a blur. She couldn’t think straight. All her body wanted to do was sleep and enjoy the radiating afterglow of the best sex of her life. Before she knew it, she felt her eyes drooping. The wolf remained still, becoming a statue once more, but his chest was still rising and falling. Emma could hear his fast beating heart, and she leaned in closer, knowing it was beating just as fast as hers. She was beginning to feel the cold once more, but the Wolf moved forward, laying her onto the ground before gently leaning over her like a blanket. His cock was still stuck deep inside of Emma. He let her rest curled up to his chest, and as Emma’s eyes finally closed, all she could think about was his scent—forest musk and a hint of peppermint.

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As Emma slowly drifted back into consciousness, she could hear the soft taps and thumps of footsteps above her head and the gentle taps of rain on a window. She slowly opened her eyes, and realized that she was staring at the plain white ceiling of her dorm building, and with sadness, she began to think that she had only dreamed the wolf. It made sense. Nothing like that was really possible, and she remained still, trying to wake up from what seemed like an extremely restful sleep. Her muscles were so sore. She wondered if she had imagined running too, because she didn’t remember driving home, but she did remember leaving campus, or was that in her dream too? Emma was confused, but as she slowly sat up, she moaned out loudly, feeling her whole body protest, especially her sore lower lips. They ached with every small movement she made, and a soft blush came over her cheeks. It was one of the best feelings she had ever experienced. She loved the way the soreness felt.

It was then that she realized she wasn’t in her room. Everything was wrong. The comforter resting on top of her was not a soft shade of lavender; it was black. Glancing around, Emma could see that she was in a male’s room. There were clothes all over the floor and band posters plastered all over the wall, but what struck her the most was the soft scent of peppermint that wafted into her nose.

“What…?” She whispered. She was still dazed. For a moment she actually thought that she had gone out with Mary. Maybe she had come home and went with Mary to the party. She had gotten drunk, and she had slept with someone. The scent of peppermint on the wolf in her dream was just her smelling it In her sleep, but as Emma looked around the clothes on the floor, she couldn’t find any that belonged to her.

Shivering, Emma was beginning to get scared. She didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t. She began looking back and forth frantically, and she finally spotted her cell phone on the windowsill. Leaning over with protest from her muscles, Emma gripped the small device and turned on the home screen, seeing that she had twenty-five missed calls. Her heart leaped, and as she opened her text messages, she could see a long string of messages from Mary.

“Girl where are you?”

“I’m having a blast!”

“Get your ass over here bitch.”

“What the fuck?”

“Did you blow me off?”

“I bet you’re asleep.”

“You’re asleep aren’t you?”

“Waaaaake uuuuuup!!!”

“I’m going to get laid tonight, and you’re not!”

“!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“I hate you.”

“haha, just kidding. I love you girl.”

“But seriously…”

“You suck.”

“Get some sleep.”

“You missed out.”

Emma took a few deep breaths. What the hell had happened last night? She had no idea, but as she pushed the comforter off of her body, she let out a loud gasp of surprise. She was filthy. Her legs were covered in specks of dirt and leaves, and as she lifted her hands, she could see they were covered in the same specks. She quickly got to her feet, but let out a groan as her hips protested. Looking down, she could see five long, shallow gashes on each of her hips—the wolf’s claw marks.

“It was…. Real?” Emma whispered, and as she stood naked in the center of the room, the door slowly creaked open.

Emma quickly grabbed the comforter from the bed, covering the front of her body. She really had no idea why. Whoever it was had obviously seen her naked already, but she did it anyway. A tall man stepped through the door, carrying a sandy brown bag in his hands. His hair was long, coming down to his shoulders and it was jet black—darker than onyx. He glanced over at her with his dark eyes that matched his hair, and his lips curled up into a playful smile. Emma gasped.

“It’s you…” She said softly. “You’re the… You were in the woods. What the hell?” Emma asked, and the male blushed a bit, rubbing his large hand through his hair.

It was the same male that had pinned her to the wall the day before. He was wearing the same leather jacket that strained around his thick arms, and she felt her heart racing.

“Yeah, it was me. I’m… I uh. Well, I hope you’re not too angry. Usually, I control the wolf very well, but last night…with you. It was… It was fucking amazing. Your scent drove me wild. I got a whiff when I caught you yesterday, and I tried to stay away from you. I went to my regular spot for the change, and after I changed, your scent hit me again. You were there, and I lost it. I couldn’t help it. The wolf wanted you and so did I. I didn’t hurt you did I?” He asked, looking at her with a bit of concern in his dark eyes.

“You mean to tell me that you’re a werewolf?!” She asked frantically, raising her voice an octave higher than normal.

“Yes.” His answers was quick and simply. “I am. You didn’t answer my question.”

“What question?” Emma asked softly, and she felt her lower lips getting wet again just from the thought of the night before.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked, putting the bag down onto his desk. Emma could smell it now. He had brought her breakfast. She could smell biscuits and bacon wafting from the bag, and she slowly looked up into his eyes.

“No, you didn’t hurt me. I…I absolutely loved it.”

Those words were like a burden taken off of his back, and he stepped forward, gently cupping Emma’s cheek into his hand and kissing her deeply. His lips were rough but gentle, and she moaned softly, opening her lips just a bit to allow his tongue to dance with hers. They moved their lips together, kissing with passion. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body to his and holding her before they finally separated their lips for air.

“I wasn’t able to do that last night.” He snickered. “My muzzle got in the way.”

Emma giggled and blushed a bit more, feeling the comforter still separating their bodies.

“I think I need a shower.” Emma said softly, but she stopped, realizing that they hadn’t even been properly introduced. “I’m Emma.” She said softly, smiling up at him.

He smirked, cupping her cheek once more with his large hand. “I’m Spencer.”

“Well Spencer, do you mind if I use your shower?” She asked softly with a smile, slowly letting go of the comforter that she had been holding securely to her chest. She no longer needed it. She wasn’t scared, and she wasn’t ashamed of what had happened the night before. The comforter slid to the floor, exposing her body to him once more, and he let out a soft growl trying not to stare at her gorgeous figure. His growl was human now though.

“Only if I can join you.” He said with a smirk, kissing her lips once more.

“Of course.” Emma said with a smile, but as she took a step forward, her legs ached, and she looked up into Spencer’s eyes. “On one condition though.”

Spencer raised one eyebrow, smirking. “Carry you?” He asked.

Emma giggled. “Yes!”

It was settled. He leaned down, swooping her legs up with one arm before catching her back with the other strong, firm arm. He was carrying her bridal style now, keeping her close to his chest. Luckily, he had his own bathroom, separate from the other roommate, and as they both stepped into the shower, Spencer pressed to Emma’s back. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek.

“Emma, will you be mine?” He asked in a deep, sincere voice.

Emma tilted her head over to the right, letting her hair fall to the side. Her neck was exposed, giving Spencer the opportunity to lean down and begin trailing kisses from her shoulder to her ear lobe. Emma let out a soft sigh, biting her bottom lip happily.

“Does a werewolf have sharp claws?” She asked, smirking.

The hot water was flowing over her body, washing away the dirt from the night before and cleaning her skin, but the shallow gashes down both of her hips remained. They were solid reminders that she had been claimed, and Spencer trailed both of his hands down Emma’s curves until he found the marks. He gently let his nails clutch her skin as if he was having similar urges to the ones before.

“Yes.” He whispered.

Emma turned around in the shower, pressing her naked form to his. It felt right. There was no other way to describe it. Tilting her head upwards, Emma pursed her lips, smiling as Spencer leaned down to connect with her. They kissed once more, and sparks erupted in Emma’s lips, surging all the way through her body, through every muscle and every fiber until they rested in her lower lips. This was exactly where she wanted to be, and it was exactly where she wanted to stay.

“You know…” Spencer began, taking a deep breath. “The full moon is still out tonight, and you still smell a bit seasoned.” He said with a smirk. “I must not have filled you enough last night.”

“What do you mean by seasoned?” Emma asked softly, moaning as spencer pressed her bare back to the cold tile wall of the shower. It reminded her of the crisp air outside, and she groaned with pleasure as she felt his body press to hers once more.

“Humans don’t pay attention to their bodies as much as animals do. It means you’re in heat, and as an Alpha… It’s my duty to put you out completely.”

He let out a soft growl, feeling the wolf stirring inside of him once more.

“You know…I am still feeling a bit warm.” She smirked and bit her bottom lip, feeling Spencer lift her legs up to his hips. His thick member was already pressing against her, stroking her inner thigh and lower stomach. Looking down, Emma could see that the head almost reached her belly button. It was just as long as the wolf and just as thick. Her lower lips throbbed, and she knew she was going to be even more sore.

“Better put me out.” She whispered, and Spencer kissed her deeply to muffle the screams and moans that would escape her lips, and as he adjusted his member, he bucked forward, filling her to the brim with his girth. Emma’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, and she curled her toes, slipping off into an amazing glow of sparks and bubbles.