Shifters, Beasts, and Monsters (62 page)

“Try a
t-shirt and jeans. Skip the panties.”

I did as
he said, pulling on a pair of jeans. They melded themselves to my curves, and
though I could have sworn I bought mom jeans, they fit me like hip huggers.
When I pulled my t-shirt on it plastered itself to my body. My breasts heaved
and my nipples stretched at the fabric, and no matter how I pulled, the shirt
refused to cover my stomach. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I somehow
managed to have a camel toe in denim. I looked like I was wearing tights.

“Okay,” I
said, “I’m not going to freak out. What about my eyes?”

Max
looked at my chest. He cupped my breast, and without his skin actually touching
me, just feeling his fingers through the fabric, it felt almost like it used
to. I desperately wanted him to hold me, but I was afraid.

“I don’t
think anyone will notice them. Come on.”

Chapter
Four

I never go clubbing.

Nor did I
expect that if I ever did, I would walk right to the front of the line, and see
a bouncer lift the velvet rope so I could pass. Max dressed in skintight slacks
as dark as night and an open silk shirt. I wore a black top and jeans, and no
matter what I did they molded themselves to my body like a second skin, like
the fabric was alive. I’d never felt so hot in my life. I felt like sex on
legs, and I felt hungry. There was a deep cold hollow void in my middle, and as
the booming baseline in the club rumbled up through my legs the need only
intensified. The music was in me, sliding up my spine, and I started to sway
with it on pure instinct. My fingers flexed, and it felt like I had claws. I
licked my lips as I looked through the crowd, feeling my throat tingle with hot
thirst.

Max
touched my hand. His skin was ice, the merest touch painful. The flash of
feeling from him made my heart clench in my chest, and for a moment I forgot
the flashing lights and pulsing rhythm and the practiced sway of the disk
jockey on the stage, and was reminded of that severed connection. He gave me a
long look and faded into the crowd, disappearing from my sight. The need came
rushing back, like my veins were freezing, the ice spreading up my legs. My
eyes locked on a pair of baby blues, staring at me through the crowd. Half of
them were staring at me- almost all the men and some of the girls, some so
distracted they forgot their dance steps and stumbled. I looked into his eyes
and stalked towards him, feeling predatory, my hips gyrating back and forth in
an exaggerated sway.

Tall,
well muscled, and shirtless. Light blond, and those baby blues. He looked good
enough to eat.

It
started as soon as I touched him. I ghosted both hands across his chest, and
felt him shudder. Passing my skin over his was like that fuzzy, almost-touching
feeling of static electricity building up, and a shock of heat went up my arms,
and I pushed closer to him. It wasn’t a dance move, it was just grinding. I
pushed harder on his chest, challenging him to swing his hips towards me as I
lifted one leg up over his hip. He responded instantly, hands sliding around my
back, up under the hem of my top, on my bare skin.

“You’re
really pale,” he stammered.

I felt
him stiffen in his pants. The old me was still buried deep down inside, equally
horrified and shocked by what I was becoming. I was going to fuck him, but I
wanted to have some fun first. I drew closer and let him kiss me. When his
tongue invaded my mouth something came over him, some instinct, and I knew how
Max must have felt when he took me and my body pushed me to crave his touch. My
dancing partner bent me over, holding me by both arms, and kissed me like we
were alone on the floor. The pounding bass threaded into the background while
the sound of his rapidly beating heart filled me with a rush, like it was my
own. I tugged on the empty belt loops of his jeans.

“Take me
somewhere and fuck me right now,” I demanded, rising on my tip-toes to bark the
command into his ear.

He looked
almost drunk as he dragged me through the crowd by the hips. He looked
indecisively from the men’s’ room to the ladies’ and back and finally pushed
into the men’s. Some guy taking a piss squeaked when he saw us, and was already
rushing out by the time I pulled my prey into stall. When the door closed I
pushed him up against it, trapping it shut behind him, then I dropped to my
knees and almost tore open his pants, yanking the fly open as I pulled them
down over his hips. His cock, already rock hard, sprung out and I dove on it,
taking the head in my mouth with a hungry moan. His cock was so hot and so
hard, but more than that,
energy
flowed out of him, running down my
throat like gulping hot soup on a cold winter’s day. I sucked him hungrily,
hollowing my cheeks before I pushed forward and forced his thick manhood down
my throat.

My
dancing partner looked down at me with utter, ecstatic shock on his face as I
took his cock in my throat to the root, until I could slide my tongue along the
underside and tickle the cleft between his hard balls before I drew back, a
thick coating of spit coating his shaft. I went back to sucking, thrilled at my
little trick. I wondered what else I could do as he curled his fingers in my
thick hair and pushed his cock deeper again. I relaxed and moaned, egging him
on as he started fucking my throat, and with ever pulse of his dick on my
tongue I felt his life ebb a little, flowing into me. I finally wriggled free
of him, and surged to my feet. He grabbed me and spun me around, shoving one
hand up under my shirt to roughly grope my breast as he yanked my pants down
over the curve of my ass. I had nothing on underneath.

He
entered me roughly, bareback, without even thinking, and bent over me as he
started grunting and thrusting like an animal. His erection drove up inside me,
heat pulsing from his body into mine. Something came over me that I could
barely process, as an animal hunger pushed me to shove back, grinding my ass
against him as I shoved him back into the door, meeting his thrusts with wild
bucks and thrashing twists of my body. It felt more like I was the one fucking
him, and I loved it. My peak came quickly and sharply, in hot waves. I felt
like I was falling.

I was
falling. I’d pushed him right through the door, pushing it off its rickety
hinges, and up against the wall. I jerked free of his hands and let his cock
slide out of me, and stood up and pulled up my jeans in a single motion. I
could feel the heat from his seed inside me, spreading through my belly. He
slid down the wall with a silly grin on his blank face, staring at nothing. I
stepped over his legs, wriggled my rump at him, and pushed back out onto he
dance floor.

Max was
waiting for me. He took my face in his hands, running his fingers over my
cheeks. It was sharp, almost painful, but it made me suck in a sharp breath. I
felt so alive, and the passing of heat from my skin to his fingers was like
taking a big gulp of wine and sharing it with my lover mouth to mouth, the
sweet-sour mingling with our own tastes. He pulled back, and drew a girl close
to him. She was a redhead and young, twenty at most, and looked at me with a strange
hunger in her eyes. Max’s fingers circled lightly over her bare shoulder and I
felt a kind of hungry lust welling up inside me. I would have grabbed her right
there. As it was I couldn’t stop studying her sultry, slender body. She was far
from curvy, but she had a tight, athletic sense about her, and there was an
innocence in her big green eyes as she stared into mine and looked confused as
she noticed my pupils.

“Chastity
has agreed to allow us to share her.”

“Chastity,”
I said, tasting her name. “Really?”

“I’ve
never done anything like this before,” Chastity said, her voice creaking with
excitement. “With two people I mean. I’ve been with a guy…”

“Not like
Max,” I said. “You really want to do this?”

“Really,”
said Max. “We’re going back to her place.”

I walked
arm in arm with Chastity through the club, Max on her other side. I could smell
her arousal, the faint aroma cutting through the chaos of scents and smells in
the club, through the tangy air tasting of sweat and perfume and cheap liquor
and cum. I felt sorry for the poor boy I left in the bathroom, but he’d wake up
in a few hours with a story to tell. Now I was more worried about Chastity. I’d
never looked at a woman sexually before, never cared to, but I couldn’t stop
staring at her. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples were hard and tight,
poking against the fabric of her band shirt as it tightened over her slight
chest, and her narrow hip bumped into mine as she walked. It was everything I
could do not to just assault her right there. I was still hungry.

When
Max’s hired limo pulled up, he slid inside and I followed, pushing our new toy
between us. Max rolled up the partition behind the driver, and I took her head,
turned her gently to face me, and pressed her lips against mine.

I’d never
kissed a girl before. She tasted wonderful, even on top of the feeling of heat
tingling into my lips, easing the hunger in my veins. She responded
enthusiastically, sliding onto my lap and twisting. I pushed my hand inside her
underwear and slid my finger up into her cunt. She was sopping wet and I easily
worked in a second finger as I began to play with her, inflamed by her moans
pouring into my throat as I slid my tongue over hers. She let out soft, stifled
little sounds of pleasure and grabbed my arm in her hand and ground on my
fingers. I felt powerful, almost angry. Feeling her writhing and hearing her
little shuddering cries inflamed me further.

“Another,”
she begged, and I slipped a third finger in.

I felt
powerful as she writhed against me. She pulled her lips from mine and kissed my
neck, her soft lips leaving a burning hot trail as her life energy flowed into
me with each touch. She shifted on top of me, sitting on my hand, straddling
me, moaning and sighing against me. Just having her writhe in my lap was
driving me into a frenzy, of hunger and lust. She was intoxicating. I pulled
her close and drank the scent from her hair, letting it fill my lungs. It was
like the tasty smell of fresh baked bread, or the first whiff of flowers on a
spring morning, and hot. I wanted her even more as she ground her clit against
my palm and I curled my fingers inside her. I used my other hand to work up
under her top and feel the soft curve of her breasts, run my fingers over her
tight stomach. She was so drawn into her own pleasure that she just closed her
eyes and rode in my lap, twisting and gasping.

Max
touched her neck lightly with his fingers, and Chastity jerked, her eyes
glazing over. Her pussy clenched on my fingers, and she bucked against me,
moaning. The poor dear had soaked her jeans. I pulled my hand out from under
her and offered it to Max. He licked my fingers clean, sucking them one at a
time. His touch was strange, cold, and made me hungrier. Could we be together
if we had Chastity with us?

The car
pulled to a stop and I took her by the wrist, pulling her with me. She led us
up to her apartment, on the third floor of a brick brownstone, and pushed
inside. I followed her, seizing her from behind, my arms around my waist. She
pulled me into the bedroom, tugging me along as I stripped her clothes off and
ran my fingers over her pale, freckled skin. I shimmied out of my clothes and
watched her stare at my nakedness as I pushed her down on the bed, took her
hand, and brought it to my sex. She slipped a finger inside me and looked
confused, dreamy, when I moaned for her, breathing hot on her face. Max
undressed more slowly, folding his clothes over a side chair. His cock was big
and hard, and I could feel him even from across the room as his body surged with
hunger. I twisted around behind Chastity, so she lay on top of me, and rested
her head on my chest.

I pushed
her thighs apart and slid my hand over her sex, quickly finding and tracing my
finger around her clit in light circles. She moaned and writhed against me, her
bare skin popping with sweat. Max climbed over the bed, and her eyes locked on
his cock as it swayed under him. I pulled my finger out of her pussy and teased
her lips with a light touch, and kept my fingers there as he pressed into and entered
her, feeling her lips swell as they spread around his shaft. I hugged her
against me as he started to fuck her, and not gently, driving moans and squeaks
out of her lips as he legs and arms twisted, her hands fisting in the bed
sheets as pure ecstasy took over her body. Her heat throbbed through me as her
skin pressed against my chest, but I wanted more, was needy and greedy for it.

Max
looked at me and rolled, pulling the girl on top of him. She started riding him
immediately, and I looked at her freckled ass flexing and her back twisting as
she moaned, and lay there. An idea hit me.

Max could
change himself. Could I?

I got up
on my knees, and moved behind her. I put both hands on her ass and felt the
soft, smooth skin and her flexing muscle underneath. She gasped as I spread her
cheeks and pressed my thumb against her asshole, and her moans deepened. I
could feel the heat soaking into me from touching her, but it wasn’t enough.
Max looked at me in alarm as I bent forward, and growled, feeling my mouth full
up, like my teeth were too big. I ran my tongue over my fangs, feeling the
hardness and sharpness, and wriggled. My back itched, like a peeling sunburn. I
watched in the mirror as a black, leathery protuberance erupted from my flesh,
then another, side by side. A pair of wings unfolded over my back and spread
open, shadowing the bed. A similar itch and a long, dark leather tail unfurled
from my tailbone, whipping the air behind me with a sharp tip.

Crawling
over Chastity, I slipped my thumb out of her ass, and knotted her hair in my
hand.

“Have you
ever been fucked in the ass?” I snarled.

She shook
her head, as much as she could with all her hair held tightly in my fist.

“Get
ready,” I said.

I ground
against her, feeling my need, concentrating on the space between my legs. When
I looked down a throbbing cock jutted from the junction of my legs. I let a
thick streamer of spit, too thick, fall on it and lubed up, and shoved inside
her. Chastity arched back and cried out, half in pain and half in ecstasy as I
took her. I could feel Max moving inside her, moving against me, and I fell on
her back, pressing her against his chest, and pushed against her, grinding my
chest against her back. She moaned and cried out in guttural, inhuman shrieks
of pleasure between us as we ravaged her together, throbbing need tearing
through my body. I was building up to something, and felt a throbbing between
my legs that felt totally strange and totally familiar all at once.