Bite Me by Lana Amore Page B

male.
    A human male she knew quite
well. "Greg?" Mariah gasped as her co-worker, Greg Harrison, stood
in front of her naked and smeared with blood. "Oh my god, you're
... you're ..."
    He nodded. "A werewolf.
Right as always, Mariah," he replied drily.
    That was a joke between
them at work, where Mariah always took pleasure in needling him
about her detailed knowledge of the company's business as well as
the office gossip, secret and otherwise. But this was a secret
she'd never have guessed at in a thousand years. Who would have?
Mariah laughed weakly, partly in hysterical relief until she
remembered what had transpired in the parking lot.
    "You killed those men," she
whispered, reliving the sight of rivers of frothing blood and
hearing the echoes of their final, terrified screams.
    Greg shrugged coldly. "They
were about to rape you. They deserved to die.” He held out a hand
to her and helped her stand on trembling legs. "Come on, I have a
hideout about a hundred yards from here. It's just a cabin but
there's running water, a stove and few supplies. We can stay there
until morning." He glanced up at the full moon and Mariah saw a
full body shudder pass through his lanky frame.
     
    Gone was the geek from IT
and in his place was a buff, naked, hot wild beast. This was an …
interesting … development.
    "Are you all right?" she
asked, trying not to stare too much at his slim, nude body and the
huge cock that hung down between his legs. She always considered
him adorable in a nerdy sort of way but never imagined he was quite
this hot … and well-endowed.
    Of course that wasn't the
only thing he'd been hiding.
    "Let's go," Greg said,
holding tightly onto her fingers and leading her toward a
house-shaped shadow in a nearby clearing. "Without the fur, it
feels like winter out here."
    Mariah followed him
willingly, more intrigued than afraid, her feelings an odd mix of
heartfelt gratitude, curiosity and ... blazing heat. Her pussy
twitched around the thong she was wearing underneath her
conservative suit skirt and she blushed at how wet she was getting,
staring at this man, or this creature, that had saved her.
    The cabin was exactly as
Greg described it, tiny but comfortable. It had one room with a
potbelly stove that also served as a fireplace and a hook-up sink
in the corner. She sat gingerly on the bed while Greg started up
the stove, getting a warm fire crackling there in minutes. Turning
on the sink, he washed the blood off of his face and broad chest,
sliding the cloth quickly over his cock, tight ass and legs while
Mariah watched, her face flushing red-hot.
    "I was bit by a werewolf
when I was a teenager," Greg recounted as he washed, in the weary
tone of someone who had told this story more than once. "I don't
know why or how, but every month it's the same -- I transform into
the wolf you saw. I've learned how to control it for the most part,
except ..."
    "During the full moon?"
Mariah finished for him.
    "It's just harder then. And
sometimes, it's not worth controlling." Greg turned around, his
skin glistening clean. He sniffed the air and looked at Mariah, a
slight glow gleaming in his eyes. "Everything all right? They
didn't ... touch you, did they?"
    "No," Mariah whispered.
    "It's just that I smell
..." His eyes narrowed and Greg's gaze turned distinctly wolfish.
"Arousal."
    "I've just never seen you
like this before," Mariah said, her mouth turning dry as Greg's
human features turned more lupine with every passing second at the
scent of her excitement. "It's amazing. What you did back there,
saving me, that was amazing too."
    "You think I'm amazing?"
Greg smiled at her, his fangs starting to show again, the sight
making Mariah's blood pound through her veins. "I think you should
know that during the full moon, I don't have complete control over
my transformation. Especially not when a female in heat is near me.
If you think it's wiser that I should leave, I can spend the night
in the woods instead."
    Mariah gasped at