A/N: A sooner update for you guys because you rock for all your reviews, faves and alerts! =D
Maybe a little more M than other chapters, as blood enters the equation… but hey, this was no Disney flick to begin with, so on with the orgy. ;D
We should never try to deny the beast – the animal within us.
Dr. George Waggner, The Howling
"Just tell me why," She whispered, not giving him an answer.
"Remember I once told you that it just had to be you?"
"Yes." Unsatisfying conversation that had been; now Zoe wished she had never asked. Ignorance truly was bliss, until it stabbed you in the back, like it now did.
"It had to be you because you're my mate, Zoe."
She shook her head, as if that motion could change anything, as if it could reshape the truth she was forced to face. "Sam, please, that doesn't make sense."
"It might not in your understanding of the world, Zoe, but there are things out there that you can't even begin to understand."
"I don't believe I even want to." Zoe felt her legs hit the bed, and realized with surging hot certainty that she was trapped for good.
"Maybe not," Sam shrugged his impressive shoulders, "But I'm afraid you're forced to accept the werewolf part of it tonight."
"Fine, just kill me quickly."
Sam shook his head, "Zoe, Zoe. I have no intention of killing you."
"You're going to have to, because I will not…!" Zoe couldn't say it. Lust was a sin, yes, but so was lying, and that's exactly what she'd be doing if she claimed not to want to sleep with Sam. He seemed to sense her inner torment, as he closed the last remaining distance between them and ripped open her shirt. And not just 'rip open' in the way slutty romance novels had you believe, but actually tear it apart, letting it fall off her luscious body in rags.
"You already booked a suite in hell," he murmured against her neck as his hands cupped her breasts, "You might as well enjoy the ride."
It took five minutes for Dean to gather up the courage. There had been little things in his life that he had so rebelled against; saying yes to Michael had been one of them. Giving his father the promise to kill Sam should he turn evil.
Had John referred to the demon blood only, or was this promise to be extended on any supernatural crap that'd happen to Sam? Like a werewolf bite.
'Please don't let there be a body count, please…' Dean took a deep breath and finally searched the Bemidji news online. He'd tracked Sam's cell phone to the town in Minnesota half an hour ago, now he would have to do what any hunter would: Find out if there was a case, and if there was a monster on the loose that would have to be killed to be stopped.
Deep down, Dean knew he could never pull the trigger on his brother no matter what monster he became. He hadn't given in to the itch he felt everytime he held a gun and soulless Sam was nearby, and he sure as hell wouldn't shoot him now.
The website was done loading, and Dean was faced with the headline.
Zoe weighed her options: God or Sam.
Lookswise, it was no competition, and as to sexual satisfaction, Sam surely was matchless, too; but for twenty years, Zoe had lived in faith, and deep-rooted habits and beliefs can't just get erased like that. Sam was a monster, a creature who would never be allowed on the steps of heaven, and she might be forgiven the sin of lecherousness, but not of sleeping with something, at best, called a pagan, if not an abomination.
Zoe looked into Sam's eyes, hazel despite the animalish character it had taken. Hooking her fingers into the waistband of his jeans, she pulled him towards her and gave her lips over to his. "Want you so bad," she mumbled as they fell back onto the bed. "Werewolf or not."
Female libido can be a bitch, no pun intended.
Zoe didn't know how much of their clothing made it to the floor in one piece, it couldn't have been a lot, though, judging from the sounds of tearing cloth that filled the air. If there had been a world record of how fast a couple can get each other naked, they'd have broken it.
"Zoe… so perfect," Sam murmured as he traced the outlines of her curves, patiently at first, but then the smell of her sexual arouse hit his nostrils, sweet and alluring, and irresistible. "I need to be inside your perfect body, right now."
So damn ready…
"Yes," she hissed, "Fuck me deeper than you ever have before, I want you to fill me!"
"I'm going to take you so hard you'll regret begging me for it."
"Never," Zoe dug her fingers into Sam's strong back in preparation of the savagery that was coming her way. She wasn't disappointed; if at all, she had underestimated the wildness of transformed werewolves.
"Oh my God!" Zoe couldn't help but cry out, blasphemy or not. Sam had taken her by her word, and entered her in one powerful thrust, stretching her to breaking point.
"Better than that, Zo."
"Mhm," she just nodded, not having enough sense left to say more. As the first wave of her orgasm breached her, she threw her head back as she buried her hands in Sam's hair and whispered hoarsely: "Bite me, Sam."
Not that he'd had other plans, but hearing her begging him to was a whole other level of satisfaction. Her pleasure brought her blood to sing in the most tempting of ways, and the mere thought of letting her go unclaimed just one more day made him growl deeply. She was his alone, and it was time to leave his mark on her.
Claim her, turn her… She was his. Forever.
"Oh, God, Sam, please, bite me!"
Her hot walls tightened around him, and Sam felt his own release nearing as he pumped in and out of her with ever increasing speed. Zoe arched her back towards him, presenting her breasts in all their naked glory.
That's when Sam's last remaining restrain failed.
Zoe yelped when he sunk his teeth into the tender flesh of her left breast, right over her heart. She thought the pain would pass, but instead, it spread – contaminated her whole body from the inside, and as much as she wanted to scratch to relieve the burning sensation, it was under her skin and therewith irrevocably in her system.
Sam pressed his fangs deeper into her skin, drawing some more of her still human blood. If he'd thought she'd smelled delicious, that had been only because he hadn't tasted her then; Zoe was irresistible.
Finally.
"Sam… it hurts… oh, fuck, I'm going to-" All pain was temporarily forgotten as her most powerful orgasm yet gripped her tight, and with a feral growl, Sam came and emptied himself inside her clenching walls, just when her blood ceased to taste human.
Sam pulled out of her, ran a hand over her belly gently and lay down beside her to give her time for respite. She would need it.
Zoe touched the bleeding mark on her breast with her fingertips, not yet aware of the consequences it would hold for her; why had she begged Sam to bite her? She didn't know. The impulse had just been there, and feeling his teeth tear her skin had been perversely satisfying. As if by tasting her in every sense of the word, she'd finally become what she'd subconsciously longed for all along: His.
The day might come when Zoe would give anything to have decided differently tonight; but that day hadn't come yet. Now, there was only the night, with the moon shining bright.
Blackouts expected due to thunderstorms.
Dean looked again. Searched in the archive, dug into other newspapers. Not one single suspicious death. Those people found dead still had their heart; it was of little use to them, unbeating as it was, but Dean didn't really care, as long as their center piece was present.
'Oh, thank God,' He thought and actually meant it this time. Maybe the old man was upstairs, after all. He debated calling Sam, but figured that as long as he didn't know for sure, it was best to lay low; if Sam indeed was wolfing out, then there'd be no point tipping him off; if he wasn't, then there was no reason Dean should tell him about his suspicions.
The nagging feeling in the back of his mind, however, told him for sure what the newspaper not yet revealed: Sam was a werewolf. And if Dean couldn't find a cure, then he would either get lots of people killed, or he'd have to kill his brother.
Sam took Zoe's hand and brought her bloody fingertips to his lips, sucking the blood from each finger teasingly slowly, and giving Zoe a vague idea of what she would do with him later tonight.
But first things first.
"Make me a baby, Sam." Zoe groaned as she buried her hand in Sam's hair and threw her head back in anticipation of the animalistic pleasure that was to come her way as he got on top of her again. The bite on her breast pulsed with pain, pumping it through her body, where it mingled with the sinful pleasure and tore her apart inside out. "Or a puppy, or a cub, whatever the correct term is. Just get me pregnant. I want your offspring growing in me, I want to conceive your baby."
Sam grinned triumphantly as he grazed his teeth over Zoe's neck. Turning her had been the right decision, in so many ways. He could feel her body heat increasing, and knew that she was bound to carry out his heir now that she was werewolf, too. Her humanity had been the last barrier between them and a child, and it was gone for good now.
Shouldn't have waited this long in the first place.
"Oh, I intend to make you lots of babies."
Zoe's sharp canines glowed in the moonlight as she growled at him; "Then get started." Power and a feeling of invincibility surged through her body, held it tight in their grip, and never had Zoe felt so alive. Never would it have occurred to her before to give orders, let alone of the sexual kind, but hell if she didn't enjoy it.
Sam smirked at her, well, wolfishness, and flipped her over, running his hand over her smooth, flawless back up to her shoulders. He gripped them tight and rammed into her pussy full force, clawish nails digging into her soft flesh as her wincing moan turned him on even harder.
"Sam, fuck, hurts so good," Zoe groaned as she could smell her own blood, felt it trickle down her chest in small drops. It left behind a thin winding river of red, as if someone had painted it with a brush, the painter's mission being to imperfect the beauty of her pale skin and unravel the monster hidden underneath.
At the smell of her blood, Sam drew out of her, threw her on her back again and bent down to lick up every ever so tiny speck of blood on her.
"Don't you stop fucking me," Zoe growled. Though Sam's tongue on her skin certainly had pleasurable qualities, she itched and needed that itch relieved.
The taste of his mate on his tongue, Sam brought his head back up and looked at Zoe. "Tell me again what you want."
Zoe lightly grazed her sharp nails over Sam's impressionable biceps. "I want you buried deep inside of me, and I want you to make me scream your name out loud as I come, and I want you to make me pregnant. And I want it all now."
"Such a demanding bitch you are," he gripped her hair and crushed his mouth on hers violently. His other hand reached down between her legs and spread them wide, gliding his cock into her tight welcoming wetness.
Zoe moaned out in relief at feeling him pound that itching sweet spot, "I'm what you made me."
