A/N: Can't believe we're on the tenth chapter! Thanks for sticking out with me guys. Would love to hear more from you all. Anyways, here's a Werewolf!Emma AU that nobody asked for. Happy weekend ;)

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The forest was dark, and to human ears it was relatively quiet. Not for Emma, though. No, Emma could hear the gurgle of a faraway stream, the distant crackle of somebody's campfire, and the soft padding footsteps of other night creatures that stalked through the dense greenery.

It wasn't her choice to be out here so late, but the closer it came to the full moon the more restless she felt. And she both hated—and loved —the reason why.

In the days approaching the full moon she always went into heat; could feel the desire to be fucked good and hard crawling up her skin and liquefying the place between her legs from the slightest provocation. She's lost count of the amount of times she'd gotten herself off in the last couple of hours alone—in the morning with her pulsing showerhead, in the cramped supply room of the station, in the alley behind Granny's when the just couldn't wait to get home for relief. And it feels good; she knows exactly how to manipulate her body to get what she wants…but it isn't enough.

She wants a cock. Specifically Henry's. Her son is always game for their intimate encounters but she wouldn't be able to explain the frequency and intensity of her needs…not when he doesn't know what she is.

So she doesn't bed him when the full moon approaches. Doesn't give the primal beast inside of her the opportunity to lure him into the cradle of her milky thighs and never let him go.

Her yearning for him kept her awake to the wee hours of the night. When her bedside clock flashed 2:30 she finally got up and made her way to the forest to stop herself from huffing and puffing and blowing down Henry's door like the big bad wolf she is and jumping his bones.

She's so lost in her haze that she doesn't notice the presence behind her until a twig breaks with a loud snap! She whips around, growling low and feeling her eyes change from their normal emerald green to an unnatural gold.

Henry stands there, mouth slightly ajar at the sight of Emma's glided gaze. He licks his lips and tries (but fails) to not be turned on by the way her eyes follow the movement of his tongue. "Mom? What are you doing out here so late? And your eyes…they looked like Aunt Ruby's for a second."

She lets out the breath she was holding but doesn't relax. She can't, now that he's here and looks so delicious in the pale moonlight.

"I couldn't sleep, kiddo. Go back to the house. I'll tell you all about it in the morning," she says in an attempt to deflect his inquiries. She watches his strong jaw clench and wants to lick it. Sees one of his large hands run through his hair in frustration and remembers the feel of those hands kneading her tits, cupping her wet pussy. Fuck, she's soaked now just thinking about it.

"You've been acting so strange, ma. We've never kept secrets from each other. Tell me what's been bugging you."

He takes a few steps closer and his scent assaults her senses. He's a mouth-watering mix of old leather and spice. She nearly moans and backs up onto the trunk of a tree.

"It…it's hard to explain," she says feebly. With him this close she can see the way his pulse flutters in his throat and knows he can't miss the way her nipples have hardened through her thin t-shirt from desire.

"Then make it easy for me. You know I'll always love you…always need you," he says huskily. And damn him, he knows that the way his voice dips in moments like these make it impossible for her to deny him.

So she takes a deep breath and says in a rush, "I'mawerewolfnowandI'minheat."

He doesn't even bat an eye at her confession. "Ok, so you're a wolf. That's no big deal." But after a beat his dark brows furrow. "You're in heat though? What does that mean?"

She feels herself growing bold again at his acceptance. Feels the lust come back at her tenfold now that she knows her brave boy isn't one to get intimidated by a few sharp teeth and claws. She never should have doubted him.

She reaches out and strokes his hard-on through his jeans. Rests her forehead on his and looks deeply into his eyes. "It means that I want to fuck and be fucked. So badly that it hurts. Take me, baby. Right here, right now."

He groans at her demand and brings his mouth to hers for an explosive kiss. They meet each other passionately, tongues intertwining and teeth nipping mercilessly on supple flesh. All the while he's expertly stripped her of her clothes and she uses her newfound strength to simply rip his shirt in half and liberate his member from his jeans and boxer briefs.

"I love your cock, sweetheart" she pants, dragging her kiss-swollen lips away from his. "Love to suck it, ride it, feel it inside me and make me scream. I need that now, Henry. Need that cock to make me cum."

He reaches out to see if she's ready for him and his fingers glide through her sodden folds easier than a hot knife cutting through butter. He replaces his hand with his length and teases her by coating the appendage with her arousal until she whines and he lines himself up at her entrance. "Your wish is my command, mom" he croons, and pushes into her with a powerful thrust.

"Yes!" she cries out in ecstasy. He's finally, finally inside of her and she wants to howl at the moon. She tightly wraps her legs around his waist and rocks herself up and down her favorite part of his anatomy. She can feel the rough bark of the tree scraping against the skin of her back but doesn't give a damn. Not when Henry's mouth is suckling her breasts and he's pounding into her like an animal.

The sensations light up her nerves and she's ready for come for him in an embarrassingly short amount of time. She tries to hold it off but he must feel her pussy flutter around him. "Let go, mom. And let me hear it when you do."

He punctuated his command with a sharp slap to her ass and the pleasure/pain makes her see stars. "Henry, Henry, Henry!" she calls as she tumbles over the edge.

He grits his teeth and fucks her through her orgasm. Somehow makes it through her tight walls squeezing around him and her wet heat burning him up from inside out.

The aftershocks are still tingling on her skin when she disconnects from him and moves to lie on the mossy ground. She spreads her legs open invitingly and offers her bare sex to him. "Your turn, baby. Give me your cum."

He sinks to his knees in front of her, pulls her toned legs over his shoulder, and dives back into his personal nirvana. Her back arches and when she opens her eyes on a gasp he can see that they're that bright, burning gold again. It may just be his new favorite color.

The only thing Emma hears in the forest now are the sounds of their coupling. Harsh breaths, breathy moans, and the sinful noise of skin slapping on skin. Henry's deep, even strokes eventually begin to lose their rhythm as they fuck each other closer to the finish line.

"Again, mom, again!" he demands, unwilling to fall alone. He rubs her over-sensitized clit roughly once, twice, and then she flies off the handle, taking Henry with her and making him come so hard that he feels like he's falling apart at the seams.

He gathers his wits first and halfheartedly tries to pick some leaves and twigs out of her hair while she recovers. When she does she looks at him with a hesitant smile. "You're really ok with me not being completely human anymore, honey?"

He lets out a light snort. "We live in Storybrooke. You're definitely not the weirdest thing walking around here, but you may be the sexiest. Plus," he adds with a suggestive wiggle of his brow, "I'm really digging this heat thing."

She grins wickedly and moves to straddle his hips. "Good. Because I'm nowhere near done with you."