My name is Chloe Saunders. I can see ghosts. Since I saw my first ghost, I've been institutionalized, escaped, institutionalized again, escaped again, and now am on the run with my boyfriend, Derek who is a werewolf. We've been free now for a few years. I'm turning 18 today and I've decided to take things into my own hands.

Over the years, Derek has been pretty careful with me. We've kissed, passionately, but just kissing. Nothing else. I've asked him about why he doesn't want to and he says it's because he doesn't want to hurt me. That was fine a year ago, but now? Now I'm 18, a woman. I want him and nothing will stop me. I've come a long way from the shy girl who was thrown into a fake mental hospital.

"Hey Derek! What are you up to?" I asked, walking into our motel room. Derek was sitting on the bed with a nicely wrapped present in his lap. It looked like a video camera, the kind that directors use. Derek always knew how to make me smile. I grinned at him as he blushed a little.

"I was just waiting for you to get back from your walk. I wanted to give you your birthday present." He rumbled. I shivered. His voice was so deep and sexy. Everything about him is. His black hair, hanging to his shoulders was smooth and looked so soft that I wanted to run my hands through it. His square jaw and straight nose was straight out of a fairytale. One of dark, muscular princes who swept you away and ravished you senseless. His lips were soft and full and utterly kissable...

"Stop staring and come sit down so I can give you your present." He grumbled. Even his grumble was making me wet. I sighed and sat down on the bed next to him. Excitement started bubbling in me at the thought of finally having my own camera. This would work out nicely for what I had planned for tonight. I ripped open the wrapping paper and stared at it. It was beautiful. And it came with tapes and everything. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him.

At first it was a hard kiss, but it soon turned into a slow, passionate kiss. I continued kissing him and moved my present off of my lap, climbing onto his. As I settled down, I felt his erection, hot and hard on my thigh. As I kissed him, I rubbed myself against it slowly, eliciting a groan from him. He broke the kiss and scolded me, a grimace on his face. "Chloe, you know we can't. I might end up hurting you." He mumbled. I rubbed against him more while he was talking and slid my fingers into the hair at the base of his neck, making him groan more.

"Derek, it's my 18th birthday. I want this. I want you. I need you. Please Derek?" I pleaded with him, panting a little with arousal, my cheeks flushed and my core heating even more as I rubbed against his member. He slid his hands up my dress to my hips, stilling them all the while sucking and nibbling on my neck, making me moan. "Baby, you can feel how much I want you, but I just don't think it's a good idea." He pushed me off of him and onto the bed, groaning and walking quickly to the bathroom. In a matter of seconds, the shower was running and I knew this was my chance. I quietly walked over to the door and opened it, wincing, hoping it wouldn't squeak and give me away. He had already hopped into the, probably cold, shower so I quickly undressed and slid in behind him. I hugged his body close to mine so that he couldn't turn around and push me out. I heard his moan when he felt my hard nipples rub against his back.

"Chloe..." He panted and whipped around faster than I could see, pushing me against the shower wall and kissing me as if his life depended on it. His teeth had elongated a bit and he nipped at my lips, making my body blaze. He lifted me up and I put my legs around his waist, trying to maneuver myself down, but he held me still. He stopped kissing me and stared at me, looking me in the eyes as he slid in slowly, carefully. He hit my virgin barrier, but kept pressing slowly until it gave, making him slide in faster until he was fully in me.

"Derek..." I moaned. He stayed still, looking me in the eyes then, he kissed me with all the unrestrained lust that he dared not use in his movements. Slowly, he started to pump in and out of me. He took one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked hard. I arched off the wall, pressing my breast harder into his face. He started pumping harder now, losing a bit of his control. I reveled in the feel of it. All of it. The feel of his long, hard cock inside of me, sliding in my juices. His rhythm becoming quicker and less controlled. The feel of his teeth grazing my nipple and then his full lips sucking it in. The feel of his fingers digging into my hips. I loved it all. As the ball in my stomach wound tighter and tighter, he lost more and more control.

He was pounding into me fast and hard now, nibbling my neck again and panting. I was holding on, moaning, feeling my stomach muscles tighten and then it all exploded. My orgasm hit and I screamed, feeling my walls clench around his still pounding cock, then, not a moment later, he cried out, biting my neck as his seed shot deep within me, his cock jerking as my walls squeezed him over and over again.

So this is heaven... I thought.

After I came down from it, I realized that he was still biting my neck. Then he withdrew, licking the wound. Only then did I realize that he had broken the skin. But I couldn't feel anything so I shrugged it off. I wasn't bleeding or anything, so it should be fine. I grinned. I had finally gotten what I wanted.

After that, we showered in silence. He got out before me and I wondered if I had pissed him off. I started to worry as I finished my shower and then toweled off.

Did he not like it? Did I do something wrong? I hope he's not mad at me..

I looked in the mirror and was distracted. I saw something on my neck, a mark in the shape of a wolf's paw and a spirit.

Now where did that come from?