I stand at the edge of the woods, my skin prickling with unease. There’s a chill to the air. The summer has fled quite quickly this year. I pull my shawl tighter around my shoulders, attempting to ward off the dropping temperature.

I’m not sure if I should go.

Curiosity has gotten the better of me one too many times.

I never admitted to being logical.

I step foot through the line of trees, and it gets seemingly darker within an instant. It’s not quite dusk, but the cover of trees causes an eerie shadow to fall around me.

What are you thinking? I ask myself incredulously. When has it ever been a good idea to step foot in these woods?

I know this is where he disappeared to. I saw him vanish within these woods.

Him? More like “IT”. I scoff audibly as I continue to trudge through the brush, moving branches away from my face as I go.

It had been only a few days ago that I had seen this thing, this…creature, as I bathed in the stream behind our tiny cottage. It had been a very large wolf. Larger than anything I had ever seen in these woods before.

He had a beautiful tawny coat that tapered to a darker color within his face. Black stripes fell in a symmetrical pattern along his shoulders. But his eyes….

That was why I was here in this moment, hoping to lure the creature out.

His eyes. They…. glowed. They glowed a rich amber the likes of which I had never seen before in my twenty-two years. Whatever it was, it wasn’t just some animal.

I continue trudging, not sure which way to go. The forest begins to come to life as dusk grows closer. I can hear the night song of the birds, calling to their neighbors, chattering about the day’s events. I can hear the distant yip of foxes playing in the last of the light.

After a while the temperature drops further, and I start to turn back towards the clearing, when I hear a low growl coming from the trees behind me. My blood runs cold and the breath leaves my lungs as I begin to panic.

I can’t see what it is. I only know that it is behind me.

I run.

I don’t look back.

I can hear it chasing me. The snap of twigs beneath its weight; brush being displaced as it gains on me.

After a few moments, I hear nothing.

I slow, spinning around to look behind me, all around me.

There’s nothing.

I can hear the pounding of my heart in my ears.

Suddenly, a growl and a snapping sound come from my left.

I run to my right.

After a few moments I hear it from the right. I run to the left. Then from behind me.

It’s become so dark that it is near impossible to make out anything let alone the direction I’m going. Up in the distance I notice a faint glow.

A light!

I run towards it with renewed stamina, trying to stay ahead of whatever creature is chasing me. Suddenly my foot catches on something and I gasp as I tumble forward, reaching out my hands to break my fall. I hit the ground hard, rolling into myself to absorb the impact.

I lose my breath for only a second as I scramble to try to get back on my feet. I whirl towards the source of the light and find the entrance of a decently sized cave. Surrounding the entrance is a small clearing that gives way to an impossible rock face.

I had no idea this even existed.

My heart still pounding, I walk towards the entrance of the cave, looking behind me for any sign of the beast.

The lantern hanging out front is welcoming. Promising warmth, and comfort.

Hesitantly, I step inside the cave entrance, looking about for any sign of activity.

“Hello?” I call. My voice echoes into the cave.

No answer.

I can hear the crackling of a fire deeper within the cave.

Slowly I make my way further into the cavern, looking behind me every now and then. Within moments I am forced to stop. I look around me with awe.

There is a large fire against one side of the cave. There’s a homemade fireplace there with an open space for the smoke to escape. To the left of the fire, and straight ahead of me is a large makeshift bed. Piles of fur varying in shades and textures cover the surface.

There are shelves cut into the stone that hold various items. Jugs and other containers, baskets, along with folded fabric.

The warmth coming from the fire beckons me, and I hurriedly move towards it with my hands reaching for the heat. A shiver crawls across my skin, and I realize how chilled I’ve become.

I rub my hands over my upper arms, attempting to generate some heat, when I hear a low growl come from the entrance of the cave.

I spin around quickly to see the shadow of a very large wolf moving towards me. His head is lowered. His teeth bared. He stalks towards me slowly.

Every fiber of my being is begging me to run.

My eyes dart, looking for an exit, but there is none. I am trapped.

A quiet voice in the back of my mind assures me that this beast is not going to hurt me.

My heart is pounding again, my breath shallow, my muscles preparing to flee.

Suddenly, his form begins to change. I can see the edges of his shape roiling, shaping into…something different.

As quickly as it begins it’s over.

A man stalks towards me where the wolf had been not a second before. My eyes must be perfect circles as I back up slowly.

He is large, burly, with wide shoulders and sculpted arms. Black markings cover his shoulders and upper arms. His face is chiseled, with a strong jaw and narrow nose. His brow is furrowed, and beneath that, his eyes.

His glowing eyes. As rich an amber as the first day I saw him.

I realize I’m holding my breath and I let it out on a shaky sigh. He is rough, and beautiful, and…

Heat pools in my core.

He is naked.

My eyes focus on his full lips for a moment before trailing down his large chest, to his sculpted stomach, and lower…

His stomach gives way in an enticing “V” to his groin, where…He is HARD.

His member juts upward and outward, large, and thick.

I gasp, wrapping my arms around myself, but I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to touch him. Would it be as hard as it looks?

He doesn’t stop. He moves towards me with purpose, with prowess, and it makes my muscles weak.

Somehow, I find my voice. “W…who are you? WHAT are you?” He doesn’t stop moving towards me.

The only answer he has for me is a low, deep growl as he moves closer, and stands over me. My head barely reaches his chest, and I must lean my head backwards to look at him. He stands right up against me, and I can feel the heat emanating from him.

His hair falls around his face as he looks down at me. The same tawny color as the coat of his animal. I reach up to touch a tendril, and marvel at its softness. His eyes burn into mine. His amber gaze is hypnotic. I feel my body responding to his nearness. Heat pools in my belly, and my muscles feel weak.

I open my mouth to speak again, and he leans down to slam his lips against mine. I feel the heat first, then an electric jolt as he claims my mouth, pushing his lips to mine punishingly hard.

I must’ve squeaked because he let’s up immediately, his eyes boring into mine. My hand shoots up to my mouth, the backs of my fingers brushing my lips, still able to feel his on mine. We both stand there, hearts pounding, breath ragged.

I move myself closer to him, my breasts rubbing his stomach, and reach up on tiptoe to try to kiss him again. He reaches down and takes my legs in his hands, pulling them around his waist, and moves to the bed behind me. I kiss him eagerly, flicking my tongue along his lower lip.

He stops, delving a hand into my hair at the nape of my neck, and angles his mouth over mine. I feel his tongue against my lips, and I open my mouth to allow him entry. His tongue is hot, and his kiss tastes of the earth. Stars flash in my vision as I melt against him. I brush my tongue against his, and another wave of heat pools in my core.

The fabric of my dress is all at once too constricting, and scratchy, and I need to feel my skin against his. As though he is reading my thoughts, he moves his hands to the back of my dress and rips the thing wide open. I feel his rough hands against my back, and I shiver in his arms.

He pulls my dress over my shoulders, and proceeds to yank it down over my breasts. As soon as the chill hits my skin my nipples harden, and goosepimples raise on my flesh. He kneads a breast with his large hand, running his calloused thumb over my hardened nipple. I gasp, and arch into his touch.

He leans forward and takes my nipple into his mouth, running his tongue over the tip of it, growling against my skin. I shudder and let out a moan, grasping his shoulders.

He lets my nipple go with a pop and throws me back onto the bed. I gasp at the sudden movement as he grabs hold of my dress and pulls it down the rest of my body. I kick free of the fabric and move up towards the head of the bed, attempting to cover myself with the furs.

He kneels onto the bed, and my eyes widen as he wraps a hand around his cock and strokes. He moves his hand up and down on his length, tossing his head back with a growl. I open my mouth, but nothing but a small moan escapes my lips. My body craves his touch. My muscles tremble with a need I don’t quite understand.

I move to my hands and knees, no longer caring about whether he sees my nakedness. I want this man.

Slowly, I crawl towards him on my hands and knees until I am directly in front of him. I can smell the heady scent of him. He smells of earth and something more. He gazes down at me, his eyes molten liquid as I tentatively wrap my hand around his shaft.

He is silk and steel. All at once hard and soft. I lick my lips and lean my head down to taste him. There’s a small drop of liquid on the head of his cock, and I flick my tongue out to take it. He shudders.

I look up at him, my stomach fluttering at the intensity in his eyes and lean down to take him within my mouth. I let out a moan at the feel of him on my tongue. Gently, I suck the head of his cock, attempting to take more of him into my mouth, but stop when it causes me to gag. His size is impressive.

Not a second later I am on my back, and he is looming over me, one hand in the furs beside me, the other roving over my body. I watch his face, his brow furrowing, his eyes so intensely taking in every inch of my body. It feels as though his gaze burns a trail over my skin.

He reaches down between us to touch me…there. I let out a gasp at the intense pleasure that jolts through my body. I buck my hips against his hand. He slides a finger through my folds, growling appreciatively at the moisture there. I moan, throwing my head back and arching my body against him.

I feel him slip a finger into me, and I clench down onto him. He pushes deeper, but I feel him still suddenly. Then, he speaks.

“You are untouched?”

It takes me a moment to register that he had spoken. His voice is deep and resonating.

“W-What?” I look at him, uncertain at how to answer.

“You’ve never had a man before?” He shifts over me subtly; removing his finger from within me.

“N-No. I’ve never been touched by a man.”

His sudden movement leaves me feeling cold and wanting. He moves to the edge of the bed and sits there a moment.

‘What is wrong?” I ask softly. Did I do something wrong?

“Nothing.” He says flatly. I’m confused.

“Did-Did I do something wrong?” He whirls around to face me, his eyes boring into mine.

“Do you have any idea what I could’ve done to you?? Any idea what damage I could have caused??” He gets up and stalks over to the shelves, grabbing clothing. My body is trembling, both from the cold, and from unrelieved desire.

I’m quiet for a moment, allowing his words to sink in. Suddenly, I’m angry. I jump up from the furs, and stomp over to him.

“Excuse me!” I say, stopping behind him. He says nothing. Makes no move to turn and face me.

“I’m talking to you!”

He turns slowly to look down at me, and I see the hint of a smirk at the corner of his beautiful mouth.

“You show up one day, then lure me out here to your home, where you obviously intended to take me, and you won’t because…I’m a virgin??”

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, his eyes shifting to the floor. “I didn’t realize. I thought you had-.” I cut him off. “With all the men running around these parts. Really?” I fold my arms over my chest and tap my foot. He breaks out in a wide grin. His teeth are straight, and white, and I melt.

“I want you.” I say. “I knew what you were the moment I saw you. I was drawn to you, and you to me.” I move to put my hands on his chest. I can feel him tense beneath my touch.

I lean in and place a kiss against his skin, flicking my tongue out to taste him.

“Please…” I beg softly.

A growl begins low in his chest, rumbling through him, making me weak, and causing a fresh heat to pool within me.

I plant another kiss on his chest and the rumble turns into a roar as he grabs my hair in his fist and claims my mouth with his. I moan against his mouth, clenching my thighs against the ache that has grown within my sex.

He angles his mouth over mine, thrusting his tongue through my lips. Mine dances with his, and I clutch at his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh.

He moves with dizzying speed as he reaches down with an arm under my knees and carries me to the bed. I grasp his shoulders firmly, and he sits on the edge of the bed, cradling me in his lap.

I break our kiss, panting, my hand on his chest, and squirm out of his arms.

His gaze is molten fire as I stand between his legs, and place a hand against his chest, nudging him gently to lay down. He moves onto the bed and lays on his back.

From here the view is spectacular. His cock juts eagerly from his body, and every muscle in his sculpted body is taut with control. I move onto the bed between his legs and move my hands over his thighs. His jaw clenches.

I grasp his cock in hand and lean down to take as much of him into my mouth as I can. He growls low and deep, his hips thrusting upwards against my ministrations.

“I will come undone woman!” He says through gritted teeth.

I stop and move up his body, rubbing my breasts along his groin, reveling in the feel of his cock against my skin. I start to lay hot kisses along his stomach, his chest, and when I reach his neck, I nip gently. In an instant he grabs my waist and throws me on my back.

He moves down my body, his hot breath sending shivers over my sensitive skin. Grasping my thighs, he pulls my legs open wide, and gazes at my sex. I feel my cheeks growing hot with embarrassment.

“You are so beautiful.” He says. He flicks out his tongue to taste me. I gasp.

“So perfect.” He flicks his tongue out to taste me again. I shudder.

“SOOO WET for me.” He growls as he buries his mouth against my mound. I moan, arching my hips up to meet his mouth. He takes his tongue the length of my slit, and I buck wildly, wanting, no-needing more.

“Please!” I beg on a moan. “I need to feel you. All of you!”

He rears up on his knees, and, grasping my ankles, yanks me down to meet his hips. I gasp at the sudden movement but attempt to reach up to touch him. He takes both of my wrists in one hand and holds them above my head. He takes his cock in hand, and slowly moves it up and down my slit.

I moan loudly, moving my hips against him, needing more.

He sinks the tip of his cock into my folds, and growls.

“You are so wet for me.” I thrash beneath him. He is so thick and hard. How am I going to take all of him?!

He grasps my hip and eases himself further inside of my heat. His jaw is clenched, his muscles taut. He stills for a moment, and I can feel him pressed against something. The pressure of him within me is overwhelming. There is an ache deep within that he’s not touching.

I raise my hips against him, my body begging for more.

He pulls out slowly and looks down at me. His gaze is hot. He releases my wrists and drops down to claim my mouth with his. In one swift movement he thrusts into me completely, fully seating himself within me. I cry out at the stinging pain, digging my nails into his shoulders. He stills, kissing my neck, running his lips along my jaw.

After a few moments the pain subsides, and I feel the familiar desire pooling in my core again. I move against him, gasping at the feeling of fullness within me. He pulls out slowly, and thrusts back into me gently. There’s no pain, just a delicious friction that causes me to moan loudly, throw my head back, and arch my back.

He growls low and deep and he sets a rhythmic pace. Pulling out, thrusting inside. I feel tension building deep within me, and I angle my hips to try to get him to touch the spot I feel it gathering. He responds to my request and places a hand under my ass, pulling my hips upward. When he thrusts again, he touches the exact spot I feel the tension gathering.

“Oh yes!” I cry, arching against him. “Oh please!” I don’t know exactly what I am begging for, but he knows exactly what I need, because he starts to thrust faster, and deeper, his growls turning into low, deep moans. Hearing him make such noises causes fresh heat to flood inside of me, and the tension reaches new heights.

I ride the tension for a while, coming to a precipice I can’t seem to hurdle. My muscles are tense, and my limbs shake beneath him. He reaches down, takes one of my legs, and moves it upwards so that it lays against his chest. He kisses my calf, flicking his tongue out to send sweet heat upwards directly to my core.

He thrusts deeper, and I cry out. In an instant, the tension snaps, and I cry out as I shatter around him. I thrash beneath him, bucking wildly as my orgasm takes control of my body. Tears prick the corners of my eyes and I see stars. He groans, and roars an instant later, thrusting into me harder. I can feel him grow harder, and then I feel him pulse within me.

He slumps against me, catching his weight on an arm so as not to crush me beneath him.

He moves softly within me, sending tiny pulses of pleasure through my body.

After a few moments he removes himself from me and falls to his back, reaching out to gather me against him.

I lay there, my head against his chest, and listen to his breath become shallower, his heartbeat slower.

My wolf. My big bad wolf.