5.
Adrianna felt like she was under the effect of some spell. Their kiss went on for what might have been an hour, or only minutes. Her senses were full of him – his smoky, animal smell, his warm smooth skin, the caress of his hands on the back of her neck, her hip, her shoulder.
When he pulled away she stood still spellbound. He looked down at her, shamelessly taking in the sight of her breasts under the thin cloth of her loosened chemise.
Lucas loomed over her, casting her in shadow. He pulled the chemise up and she obediently raised her arms. Moving slowly and deliberately he pulled it up over her head and let it fall to the ground. Her breasts were exposed in the night air, round and full. Her rosy nipples hardened to little peaks.
As if in a dream, she raised her arms and crossed them in front of her to shield herself. She stood in only her skirts, and the tattered pieces of her bodice. Under her crossed arms, a soft curve to her belly, and a narrow waist that flared to curvaceous hips. Good child-bearing hips, they said at home.
Adrianna gasped as Lucas tore away the remainder of her bodice. She trembled as he pulled her skirts down over her hips and let them pool on the ground at her feet.
He took his time looking at her, appraising her whole body. He took her hands and made her uncover her breasts so that he could see. His eyes roamed over her flesh, taking in every inch of her pale, creamy skin.
He reached out a hand and stroked her lightly – two fingers tracing the curve of her waist and hip. His touch made her tremble again, and not entirely in fright. Adrianna felt the sharp response of her body again, an ache in her sex. A craving for more.
She longed for him to touch her – wanted to feel his skin pressed against hers, to be enveloped in his strong arms. But she refused to reach out and could only stand paralyzed.
She was still angry with herself, with her own body for betraying her like this. This was her captor, and the mortal enemy of her people. She should hate him. Why then, did he make her flesh sing? Why did she want him?
Lucas gathered her in his arms. Her heart beat faster as he laid her down on the ground, pillowing her head with her discarded cloak. The grass was cool and fairly soft, with the occasional dry leaf prickling her skin.
On his knees, Lucas removed his meagre clothing. Adrianna couldn't tear her eyes away, watching as he freed his rigid member. She felt another stab of panic as she looked at it. How could something so huge even fit inside her? Surely it would tear her in two. She had heard that sex hurt, and now she could imagine why.
As she watched, he took his cock in his hand and stroked it slowly, hand caressing its length while he watched her. There was something intensely erotic about him touching himself in front of her. She was half panic, half desire as she stared at him.
"I am a virgin," she blurted out, a last-ditch plea for mercy of some sort perhaps.
"I know." Was his only response. And he lowered himself over her, his amber eyes glowing.
She closed her own eyes tightly as he pressed the length of his body against her. One of his legs pinned hers. She could feel the length of his shaft throbbing against her hip.
He bent and kissed her neck, her collarbone, her ear. One hand caressed her breast. His thumb circled her sensitive nipple, causing her to let out an involuntary little moan. She felt him smile against her skin, inhaling her scent in that strange way he had. She clutched at his shoulders and felt their strength, the way the muscles shifted.
He trailed a hand between her breasts, over the slight curve of her belly, and her breath quickened as he stroked the curls of dark hair on her mound, teasing her. He traced her sex, his finger sliding easily over the slick wetness. Lucas smiled in the dark. He bent to her neck and kissed her there again.
She felt him at her entrance, the swollen tip of his member probing gently. She gasped, tense, but he just rubbed it against sensitive places, sliding against her wetness. He was kissing her neck, sucking on her skin, grinding his hips against hers. And the pleasure was building again, all in a rush.
He thrust, entering her in one smooth movement. Adrianna dug her nails into the skin of his back. There was a brief hot spear of pain, immediately fading to a background sting.
Lucas didn't stop, driving forward and hilting himself deep inside her. He moved easily in her slick channel, and as he found a rhythm pleasure began to overtake the pain. His hot breath in her ear, faster and faster, his thrusting more urgent, heightened her own arousal. Their moans mingled and she hid her face against his neck, her arms clutching him tightly.
Lucas began to tense, moving erratically. He rose up and thrust harder, pounding deep into her. The muscles of his arms strained. He made a low growl. In her hazy state Adrianna saw him bare his sharp teeth. Long hair sprouted from his shoulders. His eyes were glowing. His body was shifting, changing.
Adrianna's eyes widened in alarm, her mouth open, gasping, on the brink of her own climax. He threw his head back with another growl. He thrust harder, grinding his hips against hers.
She realized what was about to happen. Wrapping her legs around him, she rocked her hips in time with his motions, trying to reach her own satisfaction. Just as his whole body stiffened, intense waves of pleasure washed over her and she cried out in ecstasy, the forest resounding with her voice.
Her cries of pleasure and the clenching of her inner muscles spurred him on, and he groaned. His cock pulsed deep inside her, and she felt the release of his hot fluid, jetting out, filling her.
As Lucas relaxed and let his head droop, catching his breath, he went back to looking almost-human again.
After a moment, he lowered himself, resting on top of her. Adrianna held him tightly, hardly able to breathe. He nuzzled against her face in an oddly tender gesture, and she closed her eyes and accepted his touch, comfortable in his embrace, but warring with herself.
.
They slept curled together in a little clearing, Lucas covering her protectively with his arm, her cloak spread over them both.
The moon was out of sight now, in the darkest hours before dawn. There were many unnerving sounds. Wolves howling, far away and not so far. Animals - or something – breaking branches as they ran through the brush.
Just as she was finally dozing off, there was a long, piercing shriek. It sounded almost like a human woman, but with something unnatural about it. No human had the breath to scream for that long. Adrianna couldn't help clapping her hands over her ears, cowering in terror.
Lucas was there, and he embraced her tightly, as though shielding her from the outside. "A banshee." He murmured. "It's far away. It can't hurt you."
The cries came twice more before dying away. Adrianna was shaken. She thought she would never be able to sleep after that. But Lucas' body up against her was warm, and his steady breathing eventually lulled her into to a deep sleep.
When she woke, it was well into the day. The sun was shining weakly through the trees overhead. Lucas was still asleep. But even if she'd wanted to, there was no thought of sneaking away, for when she sat up he instantly awoke.
They found the stream again, and Adrianna slaked her thirst. She wanted to bathe properly, but the water was only ankle deep, so she had to content herself with splashing water on herself and washing her arms.
She was conscious of Lucas watching her as she stripped and crouched in the stream. She didn't ask for privacy. Much of her animosity toward him had mysteriously faded. She was angry at herself for that, and she barely spoke for quite a while.
"We will not travel far during the day," He told her, after they had moved on.
"Why not?"
A lopsided smile crept over the werewolf's face. "We are night creatures." He said. "We are strongest during the dark hours. Besides, tonight I will run with the moon, and for that I need my energy."
"What does that mean?"
He paused, looking as if he was searching for words. "The moon... we are tied to it. It rules our blood. When it waxes, our power is strongest. We are compelled to roam far, to hunt and to mate." He sounded almost wistful. "When the moon is full, we'll be able to run a long way. We will reach home before very long at all."
They walked for a while.
They came across some ruin in the forest. It was the remains of a large, old stone dwelling or tower, roof collapsed long ago and slowly being overtaken by vines and moss, grass and tenacious, scrubby trees.
Adrianna was entranced. "What is it?" She asked.
Lucas held an arm up, keeping her back. He indicated she should be quiet and stay put. He went to the ruins, moving carefully, sniffing the air and listening. After he satisfied the place was unoccupied by animals or monsters, he allowed her to come over.
She walked around the crumbled walls, trailing her fingers in fascination over the mossy surface. The stones were grey and oddly uniform, rectangular in shape. It must have taken an eternity to carve them this way. She was amazed to find shattered glass – an impractical material rarely used - on the ground among the leaf litter, and narrowly avoided cutting a bare foot.