A little werewolf smut - definitely rated M!

The woods were quiet as she walked, something that didn't really surprise her given the late hour and dwindling temperature outside. The hazy fog weaving in and out of the trees would have seemed rather eerie if she slowed down enough to think about it, but the way her breath hung in the cool air reminded her to keep moving. The light from the nearly full moon was generous and the way it illuminated her path wasn't something Emma was about to take for granted.

After all, she knew what she was getting into when she left the house.

Her feet trudged over the soft ground, her boots snapping the occasional twig as she moved through the woods toward the place they'd first met this way. She knew it probably wasn't right to sneak around like this, but for now, they didn't have another choice. Her eyes lifted toward the dark sky as she absorbed the soft glow of the lunar light once more, her feet pausing as she heard a familiar distance noise - the longing, low cry of a wolf. The sound brought a brief smile to her lips as she glanced back over her shoulder in the direction it had come from.

He couldn't be too far away.

Emma navigated the rocky ledge carefully, her feet clinging to the crevices as she moved down along the hidden hillside. Her eyes darted across the tree lined ground in search of him until she heard a soft rustling from the bushes behind her. She froze in place, hopeful that it was the man she was looking for and trying not to imagine who or what else it might be instead.

"A bit late to be wandering the woods."

The words were smooth, drawing a shiver across her skin and a curve to her mouth the moment she heard them. That accent had done so many wicked things to her that it was difficult to find a coherent response without remembering every little use of his voice - the charming taunts he'd offer when his fingertips traced her skin, the jagged breaths he took between mumbled curses and kisses, the deep growl that vibrated in his throat when his hands gripped her just a little tighter. There was something about the way he spoke that she just couldn't get enough of.

"Yet here you are," he continued, his presence suddenly at her back as his breath skimmed her ear. "A bit reckless tonight I see."

"Took you long enough," she replied, her own tone soft and teasing as she turned to face him. "I was starting to think you might not be here."

"I could say the same to you, darling," he quipped as his hand stroked her jaw. "You've kept me waiting quite a long time."

His eyes were bluer than she recalled, the deep cobalt color usually bright for how dark the space around them was. His hair had grown out quite a bit since she's met him, the pitch black tufts unruly and flipping out against his neck. He was wearing that typical black shirt but with most of the buttons undone - the confirmation that he'd just barely shifted back into his natural form post midnight howl. His open collar left the dark hair of his chest on perfect display as the shadows framed the muscular shape of his body. He was always so easy to admire - every masculine, chiseled, feral inch of him.

"You just said I shouldn't be out here alone and now you're telling me I didn't get here quick enough," she returned playfully. "Maybe you need some time to make up your mind?"

His hands pressed firmly against her lower back as he hauled her body to his, their lips fusing hard and fast as he breathed her in like the night air. His feet shuffled along the leafy ground in a pattern that coaxed hers backward. Her shoulders felt the soft scrape of tree bark after only a few steps and he grinned against her mouth, his nose brushing hers. The alpha in him had a way with getting her to take physical direction almost too easily.

"I've had hours to ponder what I want, Swan," he told her, his voice thick and heavy as his teeth scraped lightly along her throat. "But have you?"

Her fingers dug lightly into his scalp as he ravished her neckline, his bite firm and his tongue soothing as he marked her skin. Emma couldn't help the small moan that fell from her lips as her hands landed on his belt. He reacted with that low growl that set her entire body ablaze as his touch trailed down the length of her spine, pausing only once he reached the hem of her sweater. He toyed with her a moment, his fingertips dragging back and forth along the bare flesh just beneath the fabric as she fumbled with his buckle.

"Killian…."

He laughed quietly, his teeth tugging lightly on her earlobe before he lifted the material over her head and tossed it toward their feet. There was something sexy and wild about the way he looked at her half naked form and Emma let her eyes lock fiercely onto his as he stared. The clatter of his belt landing on the ground seemed to break the thickening tension as his kiss took hold of her again, his tongue seeking hers as her arms wrapped around his neck. They set swiftly into a persistent pattern of forceful lips and needy hands as he pinned her against the tree with a hard grind of his hips. Her fingernails dug a bit deeper as they explored the expanse of his chest that his nearly open shirt left visible and a soft groan from him told Emma she might be gaining some control back.

Well, at least the small sliver she still maintained entirely. Since meeting him, she'd been left with very little.

"If anyone should be tired of waiting, it's me," she teased, her hands tugged at his zipper of his denim. "I thought you were going to come find me."

His lips pressed back against hers, his kiss anxious but almost apologetic that she'd had to wander so far past the dark trees at night. She knew it was for the best - as hazardous as the forest might be after sunset, they couldn't risk getting caught when the things they did to one another were so explicitly deviant. The danger of someone seeing them definitely wasn't looming just because he was a werewolf.

"Are you saying you'd like-" he asked, his mouth hot and heaving against her neck. "-to be hunted?"

The edge in his voice sent shivers across Emma's skin as she tilted her head back, his teeth dragging lightly from her jaw to her collarbone. Her reply was lost somewhere in the darkness around them as she gripped his shirt collar with a pleading moan. The way he bit down gently on her bare shoulder was sure to leave a mark, but she couldn't bring herself to care as his tongue calmed the space around the possessive indents sunken into her skin.

"Tell me, Emma," he said, his tone low and rasping. "Is that why you've come here? To be pursued by a wolf?"

His hands were strong as he tore her jeans down her legs at record speed, his palms tracing the soft skin of her thighs with a quick growl of approval. His nails were slightly sharp as they tickled her back, following a path from her hips to her shoulder blades before he pushed his hard length against her core. His hands toyed with the lacy fabric still covering that part of her as her breath trembled under his teasing touch.

"To be-" he continued, his words a heated whisper. "-tracked?"

His fingers pulled hard on the material, his action almost wild as he ripped the sparsely remaining clothing from her body. Emma felt like she was on fire as his hand moved lower to graze against the growing wetness between her legs. He smirked when he felt it, the air leaving his lungs vibrating against her neck while his lips outlined the curve of her ear.

"Is that what you want, love?"

"Yes," she gasped, pulling forcefully on his shirt so the buttons gave way and fell to a scattered demise on the ground. "I want it all."

"Greedy thing," he mused, nipping at her neckline. "You are mine, Emma. Only mine."

She nodded frantically as he licked and sucked a dark mark at the base of her throat. Her hands were quickly woven through his untamed hair for leverage while he lowered his mouth, working a path of bitemarks and erotic kisses down her chest. His lips were skilled and coaxing as he worshipped her flushed skin like no man ever had before. It should have scared her that he was so aggressive and needy when he wanted her. When he explored her like this, it was hard to deny that he was indeed part beast.

It might have frightened her to know that he was a werewolf if she wasn't so damn turned on by every other detail about him.

He rose back to his feet fast as Emma finally pushed his shirt off his shoulders and his deft hands shoved down the jeans still weakly hanging on his trim waist. She reached out to palm him and he exhaled hard when her fingertips brushed his naked torso. Her firm grip wrapped around him as his breath heaved and impatience finally set in, prompting him to rut against her just hard enough to tease.

"You are stunning, lass," he drawled, his rugged accent thick as it met her ear. "Bewitching in every sense of the word."

His hold was firm on her waist, his thumbs pressing hard on her hipbones as he rubbed his solid length along her bare center. The deliberate friction he created as his hands kept her steady was enough to make her tremble and his fingernails scratched the back of her thighs a little harder when she let out a soft moan. Emma felt the air catch in her throat as he moved, the motion not quite enough as he smiled against her lips. He knew exactly what this was doing to her. Bastard, she thought as she bit her lip.

"I think we both know what you want, darling," he continued, his biceps flexing as he lifted her to hover between his muscular body and the trunk of the tree. "But I love hearing you say it."

Emma let her wet core grind against him as she wrapped her legs around his waist and he let out a low groan. Her arms wrapped loosely around his neck as he zeroed in on her with that icy blue glare - the hypnotic one that was possessive and protective all at once. She knew what he wanted to hear.

"Claim me, Killian," she whispered, her body writhing above him. "Please."

"That's more like it, love," he growled, lifting a frenzied hand to tug on the clasp holding the remaining lace around her chest. "Now let me hear you."

He surged upward with a strong thrust of his hips, entering her fast as she let out a soft cry. His nails dug deeper into her legs as he kept her in place and the dry bark of the tree scraped against her shoulder blades. His pace was rushed and hard as he pounded into her with a passion that was completely predatory. Emma wasn't sure when she'd become so okay with being dominated in such a way, but as his teeth bit teasingly along her collarbone, her mind filled with a hazy pleasure she didn't want to question.

"Killian," Emma pleaded, her skin hot under his torturous touch. "Harder….please…."

He gave a particularly rough shove of his hips, making her whimper in his ear as she held tight to his shoulders. She knew what the sound of her begging would do to him and he moved fiercely, swallowing her desperate cries with a scorching kiss.

"Yes - god….yes," she stammered, her lips slamming back into his. "Like that….just like that."

"Bloody hell, lass," he groaned as he jerked up once more. "So good."

Emma clutched him tightly, every single one of her nerves firing as he continued to move. She felt herself fading and nearly falling as his lips lingered on hers. The air leaving his lungs was ragged and the lazy cobalt blue of his eyes seemed to burn right through her.

"Emma," he grunted, his legs still strong beneath her as he kissed her bare shoulder. "Are you-"

"Yes," she answered, cutting off his question with a sharp exhale. "I….let me-"

"Now, love," he told her, his damp hair brushing her cheek as his voice vibrated against her skin. "Come…."

Her body unraveled instantly, the white hot passion between them sending her over the edge as she collapsed against him. His release followed fast as he pulled her tight against him before falling carefully so his back was flat on the dirt. Her body followed him as his hands held her thighs, giving her a stable spot to sit on his torso as she caught her breath. She still hadn't regained it by the time he lifted back up, cupping her jaw and kissing her gently. There was something raw and animalistic about the way he could make her his so effortlessly, but when his lips were tender like this, it was easy to see the man behind the wolf.

"So you found me," he smirked, letting her forehead rest on his while his arms wrapped around her. "Remarkable tracking skills, Swan."

"Don't act so surprised," she mumbled. "Told you I would."

"If I'm surprised, it's in a very pleasant way," he laughed. "I suppose I should have known better when you told me you were a bounty hunter. Though to be fair, we were on our third or fourth shot of whiskey that night so little of what you were saying was believable."

"I'm just good at finding people," she mused as she tugged teasingly on his scalp. "Though you did give proper incentive I guess."

"Remind me not to question your acuity again, darling," he grinned as he rubbed her arms.

"Cold?"

"A little I guess," she nodded. "It's late."

"Aye," he agreed, burying his nose in her hair. "Come back to my cabin with me. I'll get you all warmed up."

The soft light of the moon had been clouded by the settling fog, but not enough for the shadows to tame the wild blue in his permissive gaze. He looked wrecked with that messy dark hair and his red lips but the sweetest sort of happy. When he gave her those quite literal puppy dog eyes, it was difficult to think of doing anything except following him.

"Okay," she conceded, slightly nervous about his request. "You're sure you want a….visitor?"

"Of course," he confirmed, raising his eyebrow playfully. "After all, you really shouldn't be out in the woods alone at night, love."

"Yeah," she sighed with a final kiss. "So I've been told."