4

"Time to spill Sam." Chloe took a look around and realized her bedroom probably wasn't the best place. "Let's move to the living room."

As soon as they were seated on the couch she turned towards him. "What the hell is going on?"

Sam scratched his head and moved closer to her. It was easier to think when he could touch her. He reached out his hand and smiled when she didn't cringe or pull back. Resting it gently on her knee he watched as she smiled.

Her eyes went to his hand and then back up to his face. She was aware of her reaction to him even as she seemed powerless to stop it. "Yeah, explanations. NOW."

Sam smiled at her and Chloe couldn't help but smile back. She was sure part of her reaction was a result of the dreams but there was something more. In front of her was a man she had met only twice. Both times had been less than ideal. She had shot him. He had attacked her, twice. Although he hadn't actually hurt her. Now as she sat here holding his hand all she could think about was how she felt complete for the first time in her life. She wasn't scared or worried. She was content.

"Not sure where to start." Sam's fingers rubbed slow circles on Chloe's leg.

"How about at the beginning?"

"I was born in Kansas." Chloe rolled her eyes and swatted Sam's arm. "Ow."

"Oh please, am I supposed to believe that hurt you?"

Sam offered her a shy smile before his face turned serious once again. "My mother was killed when I was an infant." Chloe squeezed his hand but didn't interrupt. "It changed my father. Hardened him. My earliest memory is of Dean and some flea bag motel, left to fend for ourselves while dad was out hunting." on the last word he looked away as if embarrassed. "I was raised in this life. It was all I knew until I left for college. But you can't escape your destiny."

"I don't believe that. We choose our own fate. Our own future. Nothing is set in stone."

Sam smiled sadly at that. As if she was a foolish girl. "Dean came and got me when our father went missing. We'd been searching for him when we were attacked. I was bitten, infected. I'm a werewolf." He looked up at her as he said the final words and she knew he was looking for some sort of rejection, some sort of fear.

She felt none. She certainly should. It was a full moon and she was holding hands with a werewolf. But she didn't. His confession changed nothing about how she felt. She was certainly more curious now though. A thousand questions swirling around in her head. "Okay that was a great cliff notes version but I'm thinking there's a bit more to this story."

"Isn't there always?" Sam smiled sadly. Chloe saw the pain and the despair. How long had he carried this burden? How long had he blamed himself?

"Oh, that's what all the questions about biting were about. You were afraid you'd bitten me." She laughed bitterly. Wouldn't it just be her luck. Infected with meteor rocks, an alien super computer, and now werewolf?

"I'm sorry I should go. I'm putting you in danger." Chloe squeezed his hand tighter. For some reason the thought of him leaving made her heart race.

"Funny I didn't take you for a coward." Sam snarled and his eyes flashed gold. The beast didn't like being insulted.

Poking a stick at a werewolf seemed like a really bad idea. Like epic stupid. She knew though. As certain as she was that her name was Chloe Sullivan. She knew he would never hurt her.

It wasn't that ridiculous. She had shot him and still he hadn't hurt her. What more would she have had to do to make him snap? She wasn't about to see what it would take.

"Don't mistake me for some puppy dog you can swat with a rolled up paper." Sam stared at her and she shivered. His lips were pulled back in a snarl and she should have been afraid but instead she was excited. She shifted as her heat flared again. She couldn't seem to stop thinking what he felt like pressed against her.

"There's no mistaking you for anything soft." Chloe couldn't help herself. She gave him a once over and licked her lips. Before she looked back up to meet his eyes he was moving forward. He hovered over her on the couch. She could feel his heat. "Sam." She said his name and watched as he offered her a smug smile. Reaching out she traced the line of the tattoo on his chest and shivered at the sound that came from deep in his throat. He leaned in and she titled her head in submission.

A minute ago he had told her he was going to leave and now he was trailing wet kisses along her collar bone. Nipping and suckling her skin as she writhed underneath him. He slipped a hand under her shirt and tugged at the fabric. Before she could lift her arms though he tore if from her body and she looked at his face to see the look of satisfaction that graced his gorgeous features. His eyes twinkled as he leaned in closer and nuzzled her breast before taking one taught nipple into his mouth. Chloe bucked off the couch at the shockwave of sensation that shot through her. Her hand grabbing a handful of shaggy, dark hair before pulling him closer.

Sam laved the sensitive tip until Chloe was gasping for air. Reaching down he snagged the edge of her panties and slid them down her hips. She did nothing to stop him. Her every indication was that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. If he could have formed words he would have asked but he was beyond that. The beast was in charge. Screaming at him to claim her. Make her his own.

Mine, Mine, Mine. He could smell her arousal so strong and sweet. Letting her nipple pop from his mouth he moved down her smooth stomach. Nuzzling the curls at the vee of her thighs. He wanted to drown in her scent.

She could feel his hot breath against her. Her body was on fire and she could feel her own arousal coating her thighs. She tried to think. Anything beyond the primal scream that she could barely contain when she felt his tongue dart out and taste her. Twisting away from the sudden intense sensation she felt Sam's strong hands grab her hips and press her back into the couch. He held her still while he explored her core. Growling as he tasted her, the vibrations only added to the pleasure, Chloe felt herself getting close.

Her hands fisted the pillows as she continued to try in vain to press into him. She whimpered and moaned as he moved one hand from her hip, slipping it between her dripping lips. Pushing it inside her while he nibbled at her thigh. It was all too much. Chloe cried out as the most intense orgasm ripped through her body. Head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, her throat constricted as she tried to scream his name.

Before she could even come down Sam had flipped her over and thrust into her wet heat. He howled as her sex pulled him in. Welcoming him. Wrapping an arm around her waist he began to slide in and out as Chloe panted and moaned his name.

Sam wasn't really Sam anymore. While he looked human the wolf was completely in control. His voice was incapable of doing anything but growling. He thrust harder and harder and smiled when he felt Chloe pushing back to meet him.

He wasn't being gentle and the tiny part that was still Sam hated that he couldn't take his time. Hadn't even prepared her, hadn't asked, but it didn't matter. There was no stopping.

He was so close. She was so tight and wet and his wolf was howling. He leaned in close as Chloe tumbled over into orgasm again. Following her he leaned forward as his body started to spasm and bit her shoulder. He could taste the blood. For a moment Sam surged to the surface but the wolf only laughed. It was too late. One bite. That was all it took.

Before he could indulge in the guilt though the wolf licked the wound. He could taste the blood, like copper and spice and it made him calm. He felt drugged and hazy. A stupid grin splitting his face. His other arm flipped the near unconscious Chloe off the couch and into his arms, he easily carried her back to her bed where he laid her down and curled himself around her. Nuzzling and licking at the bite he had left on her shoulder. He pulled back to see how bad it was. Guilt flooding his mind until he realized there was nothing there. No bite mark. Her skin was pale unmarked perfection except for a tiny symbol. It looked like back to back crescents. Sam recognized it from his research.

It was the mark of the moon goddess according to Celtic mythology.

He should be getting away from her as quick as possible but instead he was curling his much larger body around her tiny frame as she drifted off to sleep.

Grabbing a blanket and pulling it up over them he felt her stir.

"Sam?" Her voice was already thick with sleep.

"Shhh, go to sleep Chloe." He brushed the hair from her face and smiled at her.

"That doesn't get you out of explaining."

He chuckled slightly. "Okay, tomorrow." He listened as Chloe breathing evened out.

Chloe couldn't think beyond her need for sleep. She had just had sex with a stranger, although that seemed like an understatement. Calling what had just happened sex. It was stupid but it felt like so much more. Like he was a part of her and for the first time ever she felt complete. She gripped his arm tightly a moment of panic settling into her heart as she neared sleep. "Don't leave."

Sam heard the whispered words and held Chloe tighter. "Never" As soon as he spoke he felt her finally slip into sleep. He followed her only moments later. Fully aware of the full moon in the sky shining through the window.