Phantasmagoria Part 5

All around her people were dancing to the heavy music in slow, exaggerated movements. As she focused on the exotic costumes and heavy theatre make-up they wore, Heather realized that she still looked like an innocent schoolgirl compared to everyone else. There were people in leather, vinyl, lace, and velvets. Many were wearing considerably less and showing far more skin and cleavage than she.

Heather took a healthy swallow of her Long Island Iced Tea and realized for the first time how strong the bartender had made it. The alcohol slid into the pit of her empty stomach, and she suddenly felt light-headed.

"Maybe I should go outside," Heather mumbled out loud as she felt the alcohol hit her brain. "Thank G.o.d I didn't wear those spike-heeled boots, or I'd be flat on the floor by now."

With careful steps, Heather walked to the doorway of the enclosed outside porch. Practically no one was out there. She walked over toward a dark corner. The crisp autumn breeze blew some of the fumes away, and Heather's mind cleared a little. Breathing deep, she smiled as she looked up at the clear stars, turned and promptly walked into a firm, hard-muscled body.

"Oh! Sorry!" Heather said as she looked up-and up-into the eyes of a very tall man. The tiny tree lights gave only a dim glow, especially after the harsh glare of the club's powerful strobes. Still it was enough to let her see that he was strikingly handsome and dark. She felt strong hands grip her upper arms, steadying her from their collision.

A smile touched his mouth as he gazed down at her. She could see that he had fine, if sharp features with a p.r.o.nounced five o'clock shadow. Thick black lashes framed his bright, yellow-green eyes, the corners tilting up to give him an exotic, feral look. Dark brows slanted up over his deep-set eyes like wings. Long waves of l.u.s.trous black hair fell over his shoulders, like silk.

"Hi, I, ah." Heather began, and was quickly stopped by his finger pressed gently to her lips for silence. Her lips tingled where he touched them and she licked them without thinking, gazing at his faint smile.

He chuckled softly.I wonder if she knows how close to the surface all that pent-up frustration really is? He suddenly realized that her head didn't quite reach his shoulder.A pocket dynamo. His smile widened, parting his lips slightly, revealing a bright flash of white teeth.

Beautiful,thought the werewolf.She's beautiful with those wide, innocent eyes the color of an autumn sky, hiding all that untapped fire. Those full lips and that hair. What incredible hair.

Heather blinked.Are those fangs? She bit her lip them smiled ruefully.Oh, wait, this is a Goth club. Duh. Just about everybody wears fangs, and half the people here really want to be vampires.

Mesmerized, Heather watched his graceful hand reach out to grasp a thick lock of her blonde mane, letting the silvery strands slide slowly through his fingers. His eyes followed the path of his hand; he was fascinated by her hair. His fingers were tipped in long, curved nails, almost like claws. His touch and obvious admiration started an intimate warmth that curled down into her belly.

My G.o.d, he's beautiful!Heather caught herself thinking.I can't stop looking at him. His green-gold eyes were locked onto hers, and she felt the fine hairs on the back of her neck rise. She felt as though his eyes were reaching into her to take hold of her soul.

Thinking to kiss her, he leaned forward slowly, stopping as she s.h.i.+ed away slightly. Changing tactics, he took her small, delicate hand and raised it to his lips. Watching her closely, he softly brushed his lips across her knuckles, then brushed them fleetingly with the tip of his tongue. She s.h.i.+vered visibly, but didn't pull away.

Yes, that's it, Princess,he thought, pleased as he detected the slight scent of her arousal.A shame I don't have the time to really work on her, she has definite potential, he thought with real regret. d.a.m.n, I hate being in a hurry, but I have to get her outside soon. Taking a calculated risk, he slid his hands into her hair and very gently cupped her head to hold her quiet, prepared to use his strength if necessary.

In a sudden move, he turned and pressed her tightly back against the wooden palisade wall. He watched her eyes widen and she let out a small cry in surprise as he drew closer and closer still. He felt her hands clench in the lapels of his leather vest. Leaning forward, he touched his nose to her ear. Slowly he inhaled, and exhaled with a soft growl. He felt her body tremble with long rippling s.h.i.+vers.

Lightly, he touched his tongue to the sh.e.l.l of her ear tracing the curve, then dipped delicately but moistly into the sensitive center. He exhaled softly, creating a cool breeze against the damp flesh. Locked in his embrace, he felt her tremble again, uncontrollably, and draw a ragged breath with a tiny moan. Unconsciously, she pulled him closer. He trailed his open mouth, nibbling lightly, along her jaw, and touched his lips to hers. She opened her mouth beneath him as he swept in to stroke her tongue with his.

Oh, G.o.d, what is this guy doing to me?Heather thought to herself in panic and delicious excitement.He feels so good, he smells so good... She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she shuddered under the onslaught of his touch. His body was an inferno as he pressed his length onto her.

Holy s.h.i.+t!rocketed through Heather's cloudy mind.This gorgeous man is kissing me and oh, Jeezuz f.u.c.k, can he kiss! She could feel the firmness of the hand cradling her head and the power of his body pressing against her pa.s.sionately. The aroma of leather and his potent male s.e.xuality curled around her as she took a deep breath. She could feel his erection in the cradle of her hips, hot through the leather and heavy with intent. Mesmerized by the fierce pleasure coursing through her body, she heard herself moan into his mouth.

Good, there's alcohol in her,the werewolf thought as he tasted the Long Island Iced Tea she'd been drinking.This should make it easier for me to take her before she's realized what's happened.

She answered his kiss with a ferocity that surprised him.She probably doesn't realize how strongly she's responding, he thought to himself, elated. And shewas responding, he could almost feel her natural pa.s.sion blazing through her, out of control.Perfect. He deepened his kiss, slanting his mouth over hers for deeper penetration. Using care not to nip her with his sharp fangs, he took her mouth, tasting her and inhaling deeply to steal her breath as she exhaled. His body kept her captive against the wooden fence, his legs wide. With a moan, he rolled his hips and pressed his entrapped c.o.c.k against her softness as he continued to kiss her.

Slowly, so as not to frighten her, he slid his hand from her silky hair down her shoulder and arm to press against her narrow waist. Carefully he skimmed his hand up her ribs. His hand closed over her breast through the blouse and he squeezed lightly, then again, more firmly. With his long nails he tugged her hardened nipple beneath her lace bra. Pressed close against her, he felt the shudder that racked her body and answered it with an involuntary one of his own. He captured her soft moan in his mouth as they kissed.

If I don't get her outside soon, I may c.u.m in my own pants,he thought, feverishly.

Want and need coursed urgently through Heather as she pulled her hands from his lapels to dive under his vest, wanting to touch him. She needed to touch him. As though in a dream, she swept her hands over the silk s.h.i.+rt he wore, and found that he was a solid wall of whipcord muscle. She swept her hands down his back, scoring him lightly with her nails, then dug in to pull him closer. She was rewarded with a growl of pleasure from him that vibrated through them both. She wanted to touch his skin, but his s.h.i.+rt was tucked in. She couldn't just tug his s.h.i.+rt out; that would be rude.d.a.m.n it!

His thumb rolled her tender nipple, straining against her blouse. Without realizing what she was doing, Heather's hips rose to meet his, pus.h.i.+ng strongly against the heat of his erection. He almost purred in pleasure and lifted his head to look at her with heated, hungry eyes blazing more gold than green. Licking his lips, his fingers unfastened the straining b.u.t.tons to her blouse. Barely aware of what he was doing, she let him. A warm hand slid inside her bra and his hand closed on her bare flesh. With a deep sigh, her spine arched eagerly, pus.h.i.+ng into his hand. He smiled at her response.

The reality of a man's hand on her naked breast shocked Heather suddenly awake.Oh, G.o.d, I must be drunker than I thought! Startled, confused and alarmed, she tried to pull away, only to discover how firmly he had her pinned; his for the taking. She watched his smile grow feral as he held her there and continued with the caress. He tugged sharply on her captured nipple, and more lightning bolts of liquid pleasure pulsed straight down, making her body pulse in time to his touch. She became aware of a slick wetness dampening her panties. Heather heard her own breath as she panted with the need that gripped her. She felt herself flutter open with the hunger and antic.i.p.ation of being entered by him.

Oh, G.o.d, I can't be doing this!Heather thought in distress, even as her body screamed:More! Don't stop! Biting her lip in s.e.xual frustration and humiliated by her body's submission, Heather shoved him hard and rolled out from beneath him. She fastened her blouse b.u.t.tons in a panic as she bolted for the ladies' room inside.

Oh, no, Princess, it's too late for running,the werewolf thought in amus.e.m.e.nt. He pushed away from the wall to give chase.

I can't believe I let that guy kiss me like that, I can't believe I was kissing him back! I hope to G.o.d n.o.body saw me kissing a total stranger like that!Fearing to look behind her, she threaded her way through the crowd. She dove into the hall and headed past the stairs, only to find a line in front of the bathrooms halting her escape.

"s.h.i.+t," she said out loud. Heather felt a tug on her skirt and was turned around sharply.

"Going somewhere?" said the man she'd been kissing.

His eyes were narrowed and intent with the fever of open l.u.s.t, and his smile grim. He'd followed her and had caught her by the waistband of her skirt. Between one breath and the next, he imprisoned her arm in a powerful grip and she found herself being bodily shoved through a doorway and up a short staircase.

"Hey, uh, I don't know you and I, uh, normally don't go kissing people," she tried to protest as he forced her into the dimly-lit narrow room upstairs. "There's been a mistake, I didn't mean."

"You didn't mean to kiss me?"

His hypnotic voice slid over her like potent whisky. His eyes were slits of gold fire as his glare locked and held her startled gaze in a punis.h.i.+ng grip. Heather could feel her self-control slipping away from her reach. He licked his lips, the sharp points of his teeth gleaming in his predatory smile.

"Not like...not like that," she said, her voice dropping to barely a whisper. He slowly backed her into a dark corner of the empty room. The light from the solitary lamp etched his face with menacing shadows.

Oh, G.o.d,she thought to herself.Oh, G.o.d, I think I'm in trouble!

"I like the way you kiss," his voice rumbled and he pulled her closer. Abruptly, he turned and sat in the room's only chair, facing her.

With him seated, their eyes were on the same level. Heather could feel him reaching out to take control of her will. Her traitorous body responded with a sudden and compulsive craving for his touch.

"I want you," he said harshly and tugged her closer. "I need you," he growled. His voice vibrated with unleashed pa.s.sion. He released her arm to capture the back of her head, gently but firmly gripping her by the hair to hold her still.

Her mouth opened to protest, but his lips closed suddenly on hers in a possessive kiss. His tongue swept inside and her objections faded into a long moan as waves of hot and hungry desire washed over her. Her tongue parried his as she returned his kiss. She was lost in the firestorm of excitement sweeping through her blood with her flesh screaming in voracious desire.

He moaned into her mouth in recognition of her surrender.

Heather barely felt his arm close about her waist, a hand cupping her rounded a.s.s as she was tipped forward. Feeling herself falling, she put her hands on his shoulders and gripped the leather of his vest. His arm tightened without warning and he pulled her down and closer. Unexpectedly she lost her balance and found herself sitting astride his lap, straddling his muscular thighs and pressed against him full length. Her soft b.r.e.a.s.t.s were crushed against the wall of his chest.

His hand curled into her hair. Slowly and irresistibly he pulled her head back, breaking the kiss. With a moist tongue, he stroked her vulnerable neck, tasting her. She closed her eyes in moaning surrender and quivered as his panting breath and warm wet tongue caressed her. Her eyes fluttered closed in erotic bliss. She could feel his sharp teeth grazing her, then he nipped lightly on her exposed throat.

Clever fingers tugged on her b.u.t.tons as she was held immobile by his grip in her hair and the wet heat of his mouth on her throat. Heather felt the front of her bra open, releasing both her vulnerable b.r.e.a.s.t.s to his mercy. Her nipples hardened powerfully in the cool air. She became overwhelmed by the powerful need to have them touched. A small hungry sound escaped her lips.

Long nails lightly p.r.i.c.ked her flesh as his hand closed about one full breast and then the other, measuring their voluptuous weight. She could hear his sighs of pleasure mixing with hers as he swept his hand over her pliant skin. Nails bit lightly into her softness and a callused thumb slid over one sensitive nipple, and the other.

The furnace of his wet mouth slid from her throat down her collarbone and onto the flesh of the breast. His mouth feasted on the delicate skin, with his tongue making damp circles. He took possession of a nipple, sucking softly, and then more strongly. She gasped with the delicious pleasure. His tongue flicked the nipple against his teeth, insistently shocking her with bolt after bolt of intense delight. He suckled strongly on one nipple and then the other, pulling on them until both were painfully erect.

Heat gripped her body in spasms of greedy desire and she cried out softly in carnal l.u.s.t, arching her back to lean into his mouth for more of his kisses. Her hips thrust forward by themselves and Heather was conscious only of the powerful rippling sensations of hunger engulfing her body.

He slowly spread his muscular legs between her soft thighs, irresistibly opening her legs wide. Her skirt slid up to her waist, exposing her completely. A hand splayed on the silk of her stockings, moving up in a slow heated caress to the flesh of her inner thigh. Suddenly his palm covered her heat, and he squeezed in possession. She moaned in primitive fear and sudden antic.i.p.ation.

A finger lightly caressed her panties, tracing the damp shape of her cleft through the snowy satin. The finger pressed deeper, becoming a long, slow rub against her excited c.l.i.t through the pliant fabric. The smell of her willingness reached her together with the musk of his male arousal. She felt the finger worm its way under the satin, seeking out her softness. He touched her flesh, and she jumped.

Continuing his explorations, his fingers slid further under the white satin, parting her soft curls. He gently stroked the tender flesh of her outer lips, then dipped into the mouth of her drenched cleft. She felt the finger dive slowly into her moist depths, foraging deep, then deeper yet to caress her trembling inner flesh. He swirled his invasive finger to gather her dew, and slid out. His mouth left her wet, exposed b.r.e.a.s.t.s and the sounds of him licking and sucking made her realize that he was tasting her juices.

"Delicious, Princess."

The pleasure in his voice caressed her. Using the unrelenting grip in her silver hair, he tipped her head forward and brought her lips once more to his. She opened her mouth under his and could taste herself on his tongue. She shuddered in reaction. He pulled away to lock onto her eyes. Pa.s.sion was written across his face like pain, his breath hard from panting.

"I want to watch you as I make you c.u.m for me," he whispered harshly.

Again his finger slid into her cleft, and another finger joined the first. Her body clenched in wanton hunger to hold him within, but he slid his damp fingers out again. He traced up her tender flesh to rub lightly against her c.l.i.t. Heather inhaled sharply as the bolts of pleasure from his fingers jolted her sharply. He rubbed quickly back and forth against her. Her lips parted and thighs tightened against the muscle of his leather-clad legs. She ground her hips onto him, begging for more.

He pulled her mouth to his for a hungry kiss, but kept his eyes trained on the pa.s.sion growing in hers. He dipped his finger in her once more, sliding deeply to rub her inner flesh, then pulled them out, pus.h.i.+ng in again, then pulling out in a slow f.u.c.k. Her wetness slid over his palm, and he rubbed at her c.l.i.t with a damp thumb.

She whimpered softly and slid her hips forward onto his possessing fingers, wanting more, needing more, f.u.c.king herself on his hand.

That's my girl,he thought ruthlessly.Just a little more and you're gonna c.u.m on my hand. He crushed his mouth to hers, capturing her soft cries in his mouth. He slid a second finger into her, burrowing strongly to find the soft, fleshy b.u.t.ton buried deep inside. He pressed it with his fingertips,, flicked it lightly, again and again in an insistent rhythm. Her body rocked unconsciously against his palm.

She was suddenly jolted to the threshold of a crus.h.i.+ng o.r.g.a.s.m. She let out soft, breathless sounds as she was driven closer and closer. She was balanced right on the glittering edge. She let out a m.u.f.fled scream of frustration that was swallowed by the werewolf's mouth.

"Yes, yes," he hissed as he felt her body clutching at his fingers. He could feel and smell her nearness to climax. Her hands tugged insistently at his lapels as her hips rocked against him in mindless l.u.s.t. Harder and harder, she thrust against him, encouraging him to push deeper into her.

His breath came in harsh pants; he growled as her hips pumped against his fingers. "I want you to c.u.m for me, Princess," he whispered. "I want to feel you. I want to taste you as you c.u.m." He could tell that she was close, so very close. Eyes intent on her, he watched her mouth open to suck in a deep breath and hold it. She arched, stiffened, then thrashed, crus.h.i.+ng herself on his hand.

A powerful o.r.g.a.s.m crashed through her, taking her in a howling, glorious blaze.

Firmly, he brought her lips down to meet his and he took her cries into his triumphant mouth.

Rapt in their throes of pleasure, neither she nor the werewolf had noticed the couples that had silently come into the room.

Clothing was loosened and hands roved and stroked as they pleasured themselves and each other. Voraciously they watched the two in the chair, the elegant blonde and the rugged dark man, silently and intently. Their eyes avidly devoured the scene before them. The blonde's white panties were stark and visible in the dim light as they watched the dark man forcing the delicate blonde to submit to her own climax.

In the mirrors, her full white b.r.e.a.s.t.s pressed into him as his mouth took hers. They could see their tongues working against each other ravenously, as though starving. His eyes turned toward them briefly, wide-open and brilliant gold as he deepened the kiss before returning his eyes and attention back to her.

The full moon was rising. The werewolf could feel it in his bones, even behind the walls of cement that surrounded him, as the moon's power vibrated through him. He had run out of time; he must take her now, and d.a.m.n the consequences. With the power of her o.r.g.a.s.m singing through his blood, he could now achieve one of his own strong enough to retain control over his ability to change at will. Without her o.r.g.a.s.m to strengthen him, the full moon would force him to s.h.i.+ft and lock into the shape of a wolf until another o.r.g.a.s.m brought him back to his humanity.

With the sharp tips of his nails already extending into claws, he tore the delicate satin of her panties from her soft body with one hand, pus.h.i.+ng them into a pocket. He released her long, silky hair and held her in a warm embrace while her after-tremors still shook her. Her mouth was locked to his in complete abandon, sucking on his tongue as he ripped his trousers open to free his painfully hard flesh from its prison.

He stroked himself once, pus.h.i.+ng the purple head forward. Slipping a hand under her firm a.s.s, he lifted and pulled her forward to impale her with the full power of his heavily erect c.o.c.k. He moaned harshly as he slid into her wet depths, feeling himself stretching her flesh to accommodate him. His eyes lost focus with the intense pleasure. Her eyes opened with a small cry of surprise as he filled her. He pulled her onto his entire length and rocked her forward to take her as deep as he could go.

Heather looked about as though awakened from a dream.

He felt her body clench around his c.o.c.k as she looked around and realized they had an audience, but it was too late for second thoughts. He was firmly lodged within, with his arms locked on her hips to hold her firm. He was encased in hot flesh, and he needed her so he could stay human. Already he could feel his ears lengthening to points. He didn't care who was watching, he was f.u.c.king her now. He gripped her firmly with both hands and rocked himself, thrusting into her tender flesh.

Alarmed by the sight of the onlookers all around her, touching and stroking each other in a s.e.xual frenzy, she writhed in dismay, shoving at his shoulders, trying to pull away.

With a snarl, he was forced to capture her hands and held her wrists together in a harsh grip with one hand, behind her back. "My turn for pleasure, Princess," he growled, his smile savage with triumph.

In despair she realized that there was no stopping his determined thrusts. He was in full possession of her body, and oh G.o.d, her body wanted more.

His hips rose and fell, driving his c.o.c.k into her depths in a powerful rhythm as he f.u.c.ked her. He pounded and pounded into her with deep mindless strokes. Withdrawing almost to the tip, only to plunge back into her with a harsh grunt, he drove himself up into her again and again. Her body shook as he pounded into her flesh in his mad fury to bring himself to climax while there was still time. His feet were planted firmly for support as his a.s.s muscles flexed strongly, powering his strokes. He gripped a breast and took it hungrily into his mouth, sucking at the nipple to distract her as he raced to beat the threatening moon as it swelled toward full strength in the sky.

The werewolf leaned onto her breast as he continued to thrust; deep, then shallow, then deeper and stronger and harder. Suddenly, he realized that she was thrusting back. Her pa.s.sion had risen, taking over her body in answer to his. Dampness slid onto his thighs from her excitement, and he could hear the slaps of flesh against wet flesh. He lifted his head trapping her frightened but heated eyes as he pumped into her. Their panting breaths matched tempo as they both approached climax.

"Yes," he sighed. He felt the deep, tightening pleasure in his b.a.l.l.s and he knew he was ready to spill into her hungry flesh. "Yes, yes, yes!" He was close, right at the edge. He growled in l.u.s.tful pleasure.

She tightened around him in repeated spasms as she crested, then fell into wave after wave of sudden climax. A cry exploded from her lips as her pleasure took her. He jerked within her, his c.o.c.k swelling to excruciating hardness. He pulled her down powerfully onto his c.o.c.k, her a.s.s tight against his b.a.l.l.s. With a wrenching howl of ecstasy and triumph, he exploded into her depths as she shuddered around him, still rapt in the violent grip of her own climax.

Ah, yes!he thought fiercely, as he fought for breath.Human for another month! Trembling in aftershocks of carnal pleasure, he released her wrists and enclosed her tender body in a fierce hug. The werewolf sighed deeply in relief both mental and physical. He would keep his shape-changing power under his control for another turn of the moon. He could now seek his wolf form without losing his ability to return to human form. Gone also was the fear of being lost in a far more hideous form. A form trapped between man and wolf. At least until the next full moon.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, burrowing into him, seeking comfort. Tears of humiliation and embarra.s.sment made their way down her cheeks.

"It's okay, Princess, it's okay," he whispered gently, as he kissed her lips and then kissed her tears away. Gently, he lifted her from him and pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his seed from her thighs. He helped her rearrange her clothes, closing his pants with a satisfied smile.

He became aware of the sounds of the others in the room and remembered the audience. The intruders were utterly oblivious to the two of them as they moaned and writhed, seeking their own pleasures.

Gently taking her still-trembling hand, he led her to the stairs past a man moaning, eyes closed, gripping his lover by the hair as he pumped himself into her mouth.

In shock, Heather went into the ladies' room, now empty. She used the sink to wash her seared flesh and fixed her make-up.

Oh, my G.o.d,she thought in burning humiliation.All those people were watching me being...being f.u.c.ked! A minor tremor shook her, and she suddenly realized that he had given her the best climaxes she'd ever had.

Two! I had two o.r.g.a.s.ms,Heather reminded herself in the mirror. She blushed furiously in confusion. And all those people were staring, watching them. She felt both ashamed and strangely exhilarated.Oh, G.o.d, does this make me a s.l.u.t? she wondered.

"s.h.i.+t!" she said out loud. "I don't have any panties!"

Still puzzled over her behavior, Heather walked out of the ladies' room into the main room of the club. He walked over and handed her a drink. Desperately she took the gla.s.s, drinking deeply.

"s.h.i.+t, I just chugged a Long Island Iced Tea," she said out loud. She felt the alcoholic fire go straight to her brain.

"That's what you were drinking before," he answered, a relaxed smile on his lips. He slouched against the wall. Heather looked into his lambent green eyes.

"Yes, and look what kind of trouble that got me into," she answered, blus.h.i.+ng hotly as memories of his body scorched through her. She took another, smaller sip. He only smiled. She could have sworn his eyes had been yellow only a few minutes ago.