Pleasured By The Dark & Damaged (5 page)

The snow was worse now. I could barely see two feet in front of me. Slogging through the now two-foot drifts, I hurried back to the office of the Singing Swan Motel. Once inside, I began my search.

There was a first aid kit behind the desk. It contained many of the things I needed, and I took it off the shelf. As I did so, I uncovered the pistol behind it.

The gun was a 357 Magnum, and it was loaded. When I checked the chamber, my eyes widened.

The bullets were made of silver.

None had been fired. Apparently, the owner knew what kind of danger resided near his motel. I decided to take it and the first aid kit back to the bungalow.

When I entered the room, an eerie silence hung over the room. My heart leapt into my throat as I hurried to Barret’s side.

He wasn’t breathing.

I dropped the first aid kit. Bandages, bottles and tape rolled across the carpeted floor. I paid it little heed as I climbed up on top of Barret. His heartbeat was nonexistent.

“Barret, come back,” I cried as I attempted CPR. “Come back to me. Oh God, please don’t die. Don’t die. Come back. I’ll do anything for you. Anything.”

I fell upon his chest and spilled my tears across his rapidly cooling skin.

“Barret, I love you.”

I moaned as his skin became cold to the touch. My head was over the spot where his heart should be and it remained deathly silent. Then, I heard it.

I heard a thud in his chest.

It was repeated twice more and then his heart began to beat. I rose up as he took a deep breath. His eyes fluttered open.

“Ula, what happened?”

Nothing seemed to matter as I looked down into his green eyes. I didn’t care that he was infected, didn’t care that he was a womanizer, didn’t care about anything. He was alive, and that was all that mattered.

I threw my arms around him and embraced him fiercely. He returned my embrace, confusion in his eyes.

“Ula, tell me what’s wrong.”

My lip trembled, but I steeled myself.

“You have Blood Fever. The werewolf that bit you was infected.”

“Is that all?”

“Is that all? Barret, you almost died.”

“Werebears can’t die from werewolf diseases.”

“You had an unbelievable fever. And you stopped breathing.”

“That’s how our immune systems react. The body burns it out. Sometimes, the heart stops for a few minutes. But, it’s not dangerous.” He pointed to his wound. “See. That’s almost healed.”

“I thought you were dying.”

“Then…you didn’t mean all those things you said.”

My heart thudded in my breast. He had heard me.

I climbed off of his naked body and padded over to the night table. My skin gleamed in the lamplight as I picked up the notepad that rested there. A pencil lay nearby. I picked it up and scribbled a quick note.

Barret’s strength was returning quickly. He rose and sat on the edge of the bed as I folded the note and handed it to him.

He took the paper from me. “What’s this?”

I set the pencil down. “Open it.”

He unfolded the paper and read it aloud. “I, Ula Thorne, owe Barret MacMahon $80,000.”

He looked into my eyes as I knelt before him.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

He tore the paper into pieces. “I don’t want your money. I just want you.”

I smiled and lowered my lips onto the pink head of his cock. He groaned when I touched them.

“Careful what you wish for,” I murmured.

I began to suck.

Barret leaned back onto his elbow as I sucked and licked his cock. His skin was sweet and salty, and the musk he exuded made my pussy juices flow. He hardened quickly under my ministrations and soon all eleven inches were erect. I stroked him with both hands and then moved my mouth down to his balls.

They were huge and sensitive to my touch. I licked and sucked them as I stroked his shaft. He growled.

With a suddenness that thrilled me, he pulled me up and onto the bed. He fell upon me, kissing my lips and throat, his hands roving over my breasts and pinching my nipples. I whined softly as he lowered his lips and teased them with his tongue.

He sucked my right nipple, and his tongue moved around it in tiny, spiraling circles. Wetness began to ooze out of me, and I spread my legs.

Barret took my cue and moved downward. We had reversed positions.

He leaned forward and gently stroked my lower lips with his tongue, teasing around the outer edges. Then, he pulled them open with his fingers. I shivered.

My clit was swollen and tender. He touched it with his index finger, rubbing gently across the moist skin. When his tongue touched it, lightning sped through my veins.

The next thing he did took my breath away.

Barret covered my clit with his mouth and pushed his tongue against it. Then, he began to hum. The effect was like a vibrator. My pussy quivered and I gasped, bucking my hips against him. He pushed my thighs down and held me there.

Sighs of urgent pleasure began to erupt from me as I gripped his hair and pulled. He continued the sweet torture until I panted with my first orgasm and released him.

He rose to his feet. “Do you want this inside you?” He pointed to his cock.

“Oh, yes. Yes,” I breathed.

“Do you want me to fuck you? Fuck you nonstop?”

“Oh, yes. Fuck me and don’t stop.”

He lifted my hips and spread my legs. Then, he took a step forward and forced the thick  head between my pussy lips.

It was huge. I didn’t know if I would be able to handle it all.

Barret was slow and gentle, as well as experienced. Each movement was calculated for the most pleasure. When he was half-way within me, he withdrew. My pussy was dripping wet, and he was coated with the natural lubricant.

“Do werewolves have a G-spot?”

“I’ve heard they do. Though if you find it in me, be prepared for a big surprise—”

Anything I might have said suddenly faded from my mind. He had stuffed the entirety of his thick cock inside me.

It filled me and as he moved, I felt a strange tickling sensation and the feeling grew more intense as I watched him pound me. Soon, my first vaginal climax was upon me.

I threw my head back and howled.

He fell atop me and pumped my pussy, his rough skin creating a hot friction against my clit. I cried out as another orgasm followed the first.

“You’re howling. Are you sad?” he whispered.

“That was a Rock and Roll howl, Loverboy,” I panted. “I’m not singing the blues right now.”

He grinned. “Do you want me to fuck you from behind, Toots?”

“No, no. I want you to fuck me your way.”

He grinned. “Okay.”

He withdrew from me then pulled me up to my feet. With dexterity I wouldn’t have believed a big man could possess, he flipped me upside down. He stood, feet apart, his cock in my face.

“Suck it and I’ll suck you.”

He buried his face in my snatch.

I grasped hold of his dick and shoved it into my mouth. Then, I sucked him.

He started at my clit and licked upward to my hole. Once there, he delved in with his tongue. He sucked me.

I don’t know how much time had passed. I was too immersed in the pleasure he provided. After what seemed like ten minutes, he turned me around and kissed my lips.

“Do you want more, Toots?”

“Yes, give me more. Give me all I can take.”

“You know, you’re the only woman who has ever made it this far. Most women can’t take more than twenty minutes. They have to ask me to stop.”

“I don’t want to stop.”

“Alright.” He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his hips. He carried me to the wall and pinned me against it.

“I am going to find your G-spot now. When I do, I’ll do it for as long as you want me to. Even if it means I fuck you for an hour.”

“How can you do that? Do you have a magic dick or something?”

“Werebears have the same bone structure as bears. That means our penises are the same. Bear penises have something called a Baculum. It’s a bone that allows us to stay erect—indefinitely.”

I closed my eyes. “Wow.”

He penetrated me. “Indeed.”

He started with slow, shallow thrusts, teasing me. I sighed with each and every thrust.

“More Barret. More.”

His pace increased, and so did the depth of penetration. He leaned against me and I whimpered as a climax spread over me with tendrils of pleasant fire.

“I’m going for it now,” he whispered. “I know where it is.”

He shoved the entire eleven inches into me and increased the pace.

The tickle I had felt before became so intense that I could barely move. Liquid rushed out of my pussy and down his dick. A feeling of helplessness overcame me and I thrashed against him.

“Don’t fight it,” he barked. “Give in.”

I slowly surrendered to it, shaking and shivering under the power of it. The warmth from my heart burst over me and joined the pleasure.

I was lost in it.

Barret had been thrusting into me with quick, deep strokes. Suddenly he slowed to a stop, his magnificent cock still inside.”

“What the hell?” he cried.

I licked my lips and threw my head back.

Barret jerked against me. “I’m…I’m stuck!”

“Calm down,” I breathed. “When werewolves mate, the male’s penis usually swells so they can ensure their sperm makes it in. As a result, they “lock” within the female. They can’t stay up as long as you do.”

“My dick was swelled up before I went in. It’s as big as it gets. What happened?”

“When you hit the G-spot of a she-wolf, she will swell inside and lock you in. I told you you’d get a big surprise.”

“This is just like getting my keys stuck in my pocket. How in the hell do I get out?”

“Come inside me.”

“What?”

“Come inside me, Barret. Come inside, or find something unappealing to shrink that wonderful erection.”

He looked into my eyes. “I guess, I’ll have to come inside. There’s nothing unappealing about you. And you’re all that I can think about.”

“Do it. Oh, Barret, do it now.”

“Can you reach my balls?”

I lowered a hand and touched them with the tips of my fingers. “Yes.”

“Stroke them. I’ll come faster.”

I did as he said. He began to groan, his breath hissing through his teeth.

“I’m coming,” he grunted.

As he ejaculated, we unlocked. I slid down on him and he pumped me a few times. The action set off another orgasm and I found myself coming at the same time.

Barret carried me back over to the bed. He dropped me onto it and then fell beside me.

“I knew you were special, Toots. I just didn’t know how special.”

I smiled as a new warmth spread over me. “You are the special one, Barret. My goodness.”

He moved toward me, his lips but inches from mine. “I have something to say, Toots.”

“What, Loverboy?”

He smiled at the name. Then suddenly paused. The smile faded from his face. He jumped to his feet.

I looked toward the door. “What is it?”

“You’d better change quick, Toots. They’re here.”

“They?”

He turned to me. “There are nine werewolves out there…and they don’t sound happy.”

I had dropped the Magnum on the floor when I had entered, and it still lay upon the carpet. I picked it up.

“I’m not going to change, Barret. You can fight them, but you can’t kill them. With this gun, I can.”

“I didn’t want you to fight, Toots. I wanted you to change so that you could get away. You’ll run faster as a wolf.” He held out his hand. “I can take at least six of them down before they bite me. And you know that won’t kill me.”

I shook my head and held the pistol out of his reach. “No, Barret. I’m not going anywhere unless you’re with me. We do this together.”

He grinned. “You’re sexy when you’re stubborn.”

I smiled in return.

He kissed me. “All right, Toots. You shoot ‘em, and I’ll keep ’em out of your hair.”

Barret and I didn’t have long to wait. The werewolves had found us.

He had smelled them long before they approached the bungalow door. I didn’t know they were there until they began to scratch on it.

Their claws were like nails on a blackboard. It sent a chill running over my body, and I renewed my grip on the pistol. Barret transformed and stood still as the scraping and scratching died away.

“I know you’re in there, Ula,” a strange, raspy voice said. I glanced at Barret and tried to still the trembling of my gun hand. I hadn’t known that the man-wolves could speak.

“Do you remember me, Ula?” The voice taunted. “I used to fuck your brains out in another life.”

I shouted at the door. “Is that you, Lobo?”

“Yes, Ula. I’m glad you remember me.”

“How could I forget? You’re the reason I’m here. I want you to come back with us, Lobo. Back to Libby. Maybe we can get help for you.”

A harsh laugh met my words. “What makes you think I want help, Ula? This isn’t a disease or a curse. This is a blessing. With the aid of Blood Fever, we can wrest power from the human world. We can change the balance on this planet and become the true masters of it.”

Barret waved his paw in a circle by his ear, displaying the universal sign for “crazy.” It looked strangely comical when he did it, but I couldn’t laugh.

“Lobo, this is the fever talking. You’re not like this. When you transform back into a human, you’ll forget all of this crazy shit.”

“Loco will see that I don’t. You see, Ula, Loco is the most like my father. He is a carrier of Blood Fever. It is his plan, his vision that we follow. He will make sure that my spineless human form toes the line and that our domination of the human world is complete.”

A cold stone formed in my stomach as I asked the next few questions.

“You killed Tim Weams, didn’t you Lobo. And you killed Jack Seeton when he refused to give you an alibi for it. What happened to Kyra, Lobo? Did you kill her too?”

“Kyra is one of us now, Ula. Just as you will be, should you make the correct choice and join our pack.  As to Weams…yes, I killed him. I ripped him apart for stealing my female. It was Bob who killed Seeton.”

Barret looked into my eyes. His expression said, “I told you so.”

“Ula, I have come here for you, to rectify the mistake I made so long ago. I want you to be my mate. Join us. Know the power that we wield and become my Alpha Female.”

“What about the werebear?”

“We will take him with us and when we discover his weakness, he will die.”

My eyes narrowed. “I’m not going to become one of you, Lobo. You’ll have to kill me.”

The man-wolf’s tone seemed full of regret when he spoke. “That’s what Loco said you would say. He told me you were dangerous, and that we would be unable to convert you. Against my wishes, he tried to kill you at Kyra’s apartment. The woman from Mickey’s office told us that you were coming there.”

“Coral told you? Is she one of your pack?”

“No, she lusts after the werebear and was afraid you would steal him from her.”

I turned to face the wall behind me and raised the pistol to eye level. “I told you so, Barret.”

He coughed in reply.

“Come out and we will end it quick, Ula,” the man-wolf called.

“Up yours, Lobo,” I called back.

The attack I had been expecting when I turned toward the wall finally came. The man-wolf crashed through the wood and plaster, his arms extended toward me. He still wore a shirt, and the nameplate pinned to it identified him as Jesse, Desk Clerk of the Singing Swan Motel.

I shot him between the eyes.

I heard Barret engage another behind me. The werewolves were attacking from both sides.

The man-wolf that came through the hole in the wall after Jesse wasn’t a man at all. She had large breasts under all that fur.

I shot her in the left one, and she fell dead at my feet.

There were four bullets left in the gun.

The next attack didn’t come from the wall, it came from the bathroom. I shot the creature in the head as it rushed toward me.

Barret had temporarily dispatched the monster he had been fighting and it lay crushed upon the floor. I stepped forward and shot it in the neck.

The next attack was led by Bob. His body still hadn’t recovered from his previous fight with Barret, and he limped, snarling into the room. I shot him in the mouth, right before the man-wolf I hadn’t seen knocked the pistol out of my hand.

It fell upon me, teeth snapping.

Barret picked the creature up off of me and slammed it against the floor. I scrambled for the pistol as another leapt upon his back. When I pulled the trigger, the man-wolf’s brains were splattered over the ceiling.

No bullets remained. I dropped the gun to the floor and transformed into my werewolf form. Barret dropped to all fours and pressed his nose against mine. I licked his face. Then, we charged out of the broken front door and into the night.