Lunar

Written Feb 21, 2008

Rated: NC-17 (it's PWP what else would it be rated)
Disclaimer: This ain't the GH on TV. But I guess they own the names of the characters so I'll just claim the plot.

Lunar

Midnight beckoned her forth.

Hours she paced the tiny cottage, feeling the seductive tendrils of heat begin to unfurl deep within her. The fireplace cold despite the near frigid temperature. So cold the panting breaths rasping from her rapidly rising and falling chest should have brought forth white clouds of condensation from her lips.

Instead, she had stripped free of the restrictive gown leaving it in a pool of silk at the foot of the deserted sleigh bed. Perspiration slicked bared sun kissed skin, dampening mocha tresses into thick heavy waves that hung to the midst of her back. Each step was maddening, muscle taut with anticipation, heartbeat throbbing loudly in her head as she tried to resist the call.

Sensitive breasts, swollen and heavy, ached with the desire to be touched. The chill painfully teasing nipples to marble hard peaks. Her skin so sensitive, the smallest drop of sweat slithering its way between the valley of the lush globes was torture. Hunger left her core pulsating, a hand would occasionally drift down a taut stomach to the swell of her hips only to tremor violently before shaky fingers could try to satiate the quivering need.

It was no use. She had learned years ago that only one thing would soothe the rising heat but unfortunately she was alone. So she had learned to dread the coming of the moon. Discipline. Restraint. Isolation. They were the only emotions she allowed herself making her cold and off putting to all but the closest of friends. In dreading, she had learned to endure those horrible days of irritation leading up to this heat. Each year growing worse in intensity as the loneliness in her heart deepened.

A careless remark had her fleeing her home to the wilds of the mountains. How could she have not realized how dangerous this month would be? Hadn't that dreadful consciousness began it's ever increasing current of arousal in her veins weeks earlier than normal? She found herself scrambling to the computer behind the research desk googgling furiously in hopes that her co-worker's words were wrong.

When disbelief finally gave way to desperation, she had fled the University library determined to put as much distance between herself and civilization as possible.

A sudden gust of desire shook her, so that she bit unknowingly into her lower lip. Blood, sweet and alluring filled her mouth and she closed her eyes moaning as a pink tongue lapped at it's essence. Then a gasp of dismay brought shaky fingers to her lips, frightened by the magnitude of the mounting flames growing within her.

A tear joined the damp on her face, sliding the length of her jaw.

Unfortunately she chose that moment to pass before the large bay window and it's majestic view of the snow capped mountains.

It was fate that slitted whiskey tinted eyes open to be caught in the haunting glow.

Destiny had brought forth the lunar eclispe and Samantha McCall finally surrendered to the call of the moon.





The first time the change was painful. A startling breaking of bones and readjustment of flesh and muscle so that it could take it's new form. The burning agony as the face contorted, lengthened into a muzzle. Teeth enlongated into deadly fangs. Fur growing to cover barely healed skin as form shifted from two legs into four.

With age, the pain lessened into a mere ache. With acceptance, came unbridled freedom.

For seventeen years, he had reveled in his heritage. Even from that first terrifying night as a gawky sixteen year old boy who screamed before the communal fire as the elders chanted in the old language in prayer that their heir would survive the first transition. Until tonight, the night of the Lunar Eclispe where he would be expected to choose amongst the women who had come into heat this destined night for his mate.

Firelight danced against bare skin but he alone even amonst his people. Genetics, hertiage and disicpline had sculpted rippling muscle into the lanky boy. Where as now he stood on the day of his birth, a powerful well-proportioned body with broad shoulders and chest which slimmed into rich defined muscle at his stomach and a tight ass. Thighs corded with thick muscle led down long sturdy legs that moved with lupine grace.

The smell of arousal, desire and appreciation around him had hardened his cock, filled his head with raw turbulent hunger. Cerulean eyes observed from beneath thick eyelashes that fanned against his high cheekbones, detached and cold even as his body strained for release. As the moon shifted into it's highest peak,the eclipse complete, the transformations began. Though his heart wasn't in it, his blood began to race. It was his nature. Anticipation raced with adrenaline and the need to hunt and his body responded by taking it's feral form.

When the females fled, enticing the males of his clan to the chase, he remained a while longer before the flames. A sleek white wolf ears tipped with black fur, sinewy muscle and power, and startling eyes filled with cunning. He didn't miss the gray glaring at him from the other side, even now with conquest so close, the same pathetic rivalry straining between them.

A lip raised in a snarl, revealing a long fang as the rumbling growl of warning filled the silent night air. The message was quite clear, stay away from mine and you'll live through the night. It was the command of an Alpha that demanded obedience. Gray eyes tried and failed to hold his stern gaze. Then a soft whine could be heard as the gray turned in defeat to race into the night.

A sniff to the air brought the scent of sweet, sparking something deep and instinctual. Unable to resist he called out a mournful howl into the night. He flinched when it was answered, surprised, before turning to race toward his destiny.





She was dark like smoke.

And not of his clan.

He had watched from a distance as she raced through the snow, swift paws barely making a sound. She stopped searching the night, the moon behind her, as if she was aware of his presence. Her scent had drawn him to the very edges of his peoples lands. Her heat. It was sweet and clean. Musky and alluring.

Intoxicating.

Finally he revealed himself, padding forward quietly so as not to frighten her and they stood in silence but for the breathy sounds of exertion from their muzzles. When he had halved the distance between them, he sat on his hind legs. Waiting for her to accept him.

At first she looked like she wanted to flee, her form poised for just that but then seemed to change her mind. Taking tentative steps in his direction until finally she stood before him. She was much smaller than him but well formed. A soft shiny coat almost black, clear intelligent eyes, wiry muscle that would display speed and lightening fast reaction.

He lowered his head briefly, growling deep in his chest in appreciation before allowing a sharp bark. She whined in response, closing the distance between them but he found himself twisting to his left teeth bared to catch the large body that slammed into him and had them all sprawling across the snow.



Sam didn't know what convinced her to approach the unfamiliar white wolf. Perhaps it was the sheer shock of his presence and the instinctual knowledge that he was like her. For so long she had been alone, that finding another roused mixed feelings. Hesitant, yet unwilling to turn away, she had watched him. The heat sent forth an even more powerful wave than before. Telling her, here was a worthy mate. Her senses were spun by his scent, heady and masculine, and something deep inside her had awakened. This unknown wave of searing need had drawn her closer to him.

Then they both scented the intruder.

The grey was smaller than the white. Not as majestic. Yet she understood what was happening. The white was being challenged for the right to claim her and something burning and feminine had unfurled to see if he would prove deserving.

She watched them now, angry growls and barks, as teeth and claw tore into fur and flesh. They were blurs against the night, attacking viciously to stain the snow with red. After several minutes of confrontation, the grey was sent flying, while the white dipped low to the ground in with a furious snarl. Before the other could stand, the white was leaping the distance to tear into the other's neck causing the wounded to howl in pain.

The white held the struggling grey down by the neck in a show of strength until it finally whined pathetically and went limp. After a forceful shake, the white released the other, taking slow steps back making sure to keep himself between her and the gray on the ground. The wounded wolf rose shakily to it's feet then loped away favoring one of it's hind legs.

Alone in the clearing finally, Sam waited until the white turned to face her. His muzzle was stained with blood and there were several wounds on his legs but nothing that appeared to be serious. Careful, she moved forward, nuzzling his neck with a soft whine of approval before lapping at the crimson. Then she turned to leave, halting at his sharp questioning bark.

Yipping flirtatiously over her shoulder, she raced away in a burst of speed for him to follow.




The chase.

The delicious chase.

She took him through a thicket of trees, down a trail before stopping and yipping teasing at him again. When he would get just close enough to catch her, she would lope just out of his reach making use of large rocks or fallen trees to keep him at a distance.

By the time she reached the entrance of a cottage the thrill of arousal had him panting. She paused, looking at him silently before finally shifting.

The beautiful wolf transformed into a seductress that made his heart falter in his chest before racing again. He didn't need her beckoning finger to know he would follow. This woman was his mate, he would follow her to the ends of the earth.

Walking steps were accompanied by his own change until he padded barefoot in the snow, up the trio of stairs and into her domain. The cottage was filled with her heat and some floral scent he couldn't recognize. It was quaint but somehow just didn't fit her, which told him she wasn't from this area and was merely staying temporarily.

As he closed the door behind him, she was already standing before a fireplace adjusting logs to start a flame. Swift steps moved him forward to carefully take the log from her shaky hands and perform the chore for her. It was his duty to tend to her not the other way around.

Completed, with warmth gradually filling the small room, he rose standing just close enough to satisfy the howling need within him to be near her yet to give her the space so she wouldn't feel pressured. Hungry eyes, warm but confused traveled the length of his body. He couldn't help the flare of arrogance and vanity he felt. He was the Alpha of his clan. And his chosen mate was one of unrivaled beauty and grace and she found him worthy.

A trembling hand reached forward to touch his chest, fingers caressing tenderly against skin. He knew she would pull away, so he captured the slender appendage, holding it over his heart.

"I don't know," she whispered, finally giving him her voice. Husky, matching the warm whisky toned depths of her eyes.

"I'll take care of you," he assured her bringing her gaze back to his face. He didn't know how much experience with sex she had, though he knew when women of their race went into heat, it was unbearable if they decided to go through it alone.

"I'm afraid," but there in the depths of her eyes, he could tell she was more afraid of what she was feeling than of him.

"Were you hurt before," he needed to know, so that he wouldn't do anything to frighten her.

"Yes," she lowered her gaze in shame, "But it was a long time ago."

He had expected anger, but not this utter rage at having his fears confirmed. The growl of fury that rumbled gutteral and animalike in his chest couldn't have been held back. Her words merely proved how strong and brave his mate was. That she trusted him, a naked male stranger, to be this close to her despite her heat that had to be making her ache.

"You may trust me not to hurt you." He allowed his other hand to cup her cheek, thumb tracing slowly over high scultped cheekbones. "I would protect you with my life."

"I know." And she brougth those vulnerable eyes back to his.

"My name is Jason."

"I'm Sam."

"Sam," he echoed, the short moniker somehow fitting and yet, "Hello Samantha." He watched her eyes widen and knew he was correct. During the day, she would be his Sam. Partner and helpmate. At night when he was thrusting between her legs, he would murmur Samantha in her ear as she climaxed screaming around him. "May I tend to you Samantha? I can feel your hunger calling to me. Pulling at me."



She wanted to say yes, to give in and leap off the precipice she teetered so dangerously on. Yet, she knew Jason was asking more of her than simple sex. It was the Lunar Eclipse and many of her kind took mates on this night. Was he asking the same of her? A man she barely knew but instinctively trusted more than anyone else in her life.

Could she be his mate? Was she strong enough?

"You need me tonight," his voice rumbled through the dimness and her confusion, filled with hunger. "I need you forever."

And there was her confirmation. Her mouth went dry as his hand slid down to her neck, warm and long-fingered, before he lowered his head to take her mouth. The kiss was gentle but no less ravishing, flavored with his essence and need and tinged with desperation.

Her own hands found brawn and heated skin, to slide up his chest and curl around his neck. Tease at the short tawny hair at the nape, before melting into him, pressing her body against the delicious strength of his.

"Samantha," he finally broke the caress, his voice hoarse. "Will you be my mate?"

She gave him a small smile, knowing her words would change her life forever but also knowing that with him it would be the best decision she had ever made. "Yes."

His chuckle, somewhere between laughter and pure masculine pride made her stomach clench with warmth. "Thank you," he bent his head to brush his lips across hers again. Moved along the length of her jaw, the curve of her collar bone, tracing a line of soft kisses and nips with his sharp fangs along her skin. Her heat fired in her veins, pooled low in her belly drawing wetness to her pussy.

"I need," she gasped, closing her eyes as her fingers fisted into his shorn silky hair. "I need-"

"I know beautiful, I know and I'm here now. You'll never have to be alone again."

He probably meant she wouldn't have to suffer through the heat by herself anymore, she figured even as it grew in dreadful intensity, but he would never understand what his words meant to her. For she had been alone even amongst her friends for so very long.

Hands moved to her waist to tug her tighter against his erection making her quiver in response. He claimed her again, tongue slipping into the warm depths of her mouth in a sensuous stroke, enticing hers to respond. She whimpered against his lips as their tongues danced, imitating the motions their straining bodies would soon make.

Gentle hands caressed the length of her back, moving to cup around her breasts, heavy and full, aching for his touch. Thumbs grazed over taut peaks making her writhe with pleasure against him. She felt him move, drew them carefully to the couch behind him and then he sat down pulling her with him so that she straddled his waist.

She dragged her mouth from his, panting breathlessly, as his hands glided up her thighs to cup her ass. Her hips ground against his hardened cock, covering him with with the rich wetness of her arousal. Jason's eyes squeezed shut, the hands urging her on clenching tight briefly as she watched him struggle for control.

"You feel so," his head fell back against the plush pillows of the couch, moaning when she leaned forward to brush her lips along the length of his neck in the same teasing pleasure he had given her. "So, good."

A feral groan was her only warning as he tipped her back, his forehead grazing the tops of her breasts, as he nuzzled her, drawing in her scent. His breath was another lash of heat against her tortured flesh, pressing soft kisses to her breasts, lapping at the skin with his tongue and the occasional graze of teeth. Whispering soft words of appreciation and pleasure. When he finally took possession of one nipple, her breathy scream filled the air.

"So beautiful," he told her, his suckling mouth closing over the pebble hard bud again. Each pull, every lick of his tongue stroking over the tight point, rousing the burning ache to even deeper depths than she thought possible. Skin to skin, they were as one and the exquiste harmony building between them had her crying out in sweet agony.

She pumped her hips, trying to grind the orgasm into breaking free, hoping the passion rising in her would ease just a little. He pushed a hand between them, skillful fingers finding her clit, tight and pulsing with need making her moan shakily.

"So wet. Are you ready for me Samantha?" His breath warm at her ear, taunting her with it's soft growl.

"Yes," she panted, her hips moving to meet the delicious tease and pinch of his fingers stroking across her clit.

"I believe you are," he paused long enough to grasp her hips and lift, just long enough to aim his cock to her waiting depths. She felt the silken head brush swollen creamy lips and her fingers clenched at his shoulders as her head dropped back with a shuddering moan. "Not yet. You don't come without me fucking deep inside you."

"Oh God!" His words, the image of his thick cock thrusting into her was enough for her pussy to clench. "Hurry Jason, hurry."

He angled his hips and drove into her in one powerful thrust making them both groan with pleasure. "There," his hands gripped tighter on her ass, grinding her along his stiff length. "There's my beautiful mate."

When he pulled out, the retreat and return brought a delicious pleasure that made her whimper. At the sound he moaned, "Now ride me, Samantha. Take what you need."

Helpless but to follow, she follwed each of his thrusts. In and Out. Over and over. Deeper and determined on wringing savage pleasure from each and every stroke. Sam writhed, yielding finally to the searing heat which had been building for longer than she could remember and finally being sated by Jason. Only Jason.

At the sharp bite of fangs against her neck, she screamed, his next upward thrust shot her straight into a shattering climax. "Jason!"

Even as she was groaning with pleasure, her pussy clamping around him, milking him, she could feel her own fangs lengthening in her mouth. His tongue lapped at the broken skin, taking away the taste of her blood and healing to leave only the red bruising of his mating mark.

"Again," he growled, pumping deep into her, gripping her in shaky hands to enable the rocking of her hips. "Come again."

The look in his eyes was feral, his eyes glowing with hunger, as he saw her trembling along the edge of another orgasm, fangs peaking from beneath kiss swollen lips. "Claim me."

He cupped the back of her head, pulling her into the crook of his neck. His scent filled her. Blinded her and instinct took over. When teeth broke skin, Jason groaned, a hand fisting into her hair. At the taste of his life force, she convulsed, like the sharp crack of lightening against the night sky whipping through her like a storm as she pulsed around his cock.

Dimly she heard him bellow her name, felt him come, spilling his seed deep inside her. Their connection finally complete. She healed him as he had her, both of them trembling in each other's arms.



By morning they would sleep exhausted in bed so thoroughly entwined nothing but death would ever seperate them.