When they appeared back in Fenrir's room Diana found herself suddenly back on the bed. Alarmed she looked at Fenrir. He was grinning at her in a way that caused her to scramble backwards away from him. While she watched eyes wide he abruptly tore off his shirt and pulled his wand out.

Faster then she would have believed anyone could move he snagged her by her ankle and pulled her back to him.

" What...Fenrir what..."

He grabbed her right arm and leaned over it. " This is probably going to hurt." He said. A light suddenly came from the tip of his wand and carved a mark close to her wrist. It felt like someone was using a scalpel on her and she gasped in pain and tried to pull away.

Fenrir however had fixated his attention on the blood that oozed up and began to dribble down her arm. Before she could protest he suddenly brought the bloody wound to his mouth and sucked brutally on it. She had never experienced anything quite like it. It hurt enough to send sparks of pain tingling up to her shoulder. At the same time the pressure caused her mind to go back to the few times her husband had given her a hickey and how erotic it had been to feel someone suckling on her.

She cried out again more in surprise and fear then pain. Abruptly the sensation changed. She could no longer feel the wound but her skin was still being drawn into Fenrir mouth and then she felt his broad flat tongue swirling around on her flesh. He made a hissing sound and suddenly pressed her arm hard against his mouth. She could feel the hardness of his teeth and suddenly she sure he was going to simply take a bite out of her.

Diana tried to brace herself for what she was afraid of to come but Fenrir tossed her arm aside. To her shock there was no longer a wound. Instead a bright white scar outlined an odd rune surrounded by a sphere. It was fairly small but big enough to take up the middle of her arm like a strange tattoo.

Fenrir's eyes seemed to be glowing an electrical blue that was both strange and beautiful. He climbed up on the bed casting aside his wand and slid his hands around her waist. He pulled her up onto his thighs until her crotch was firmly pressed against him. He pressed one hand lightly against her throat using the claw like nail on his thumb to force her head back. Again he moved so fast she didn't get a chance to do more then suck in a breath.

"Uh.." When she gasped he took full advantage to cover her mouth with his own and sweep his tongue from side to side. To her horror she could taste herself on him. She planted her hands on his broad shoulders and pushed.

She might as well have been pushing against a wall. He didn't budge and again took full advantage of her mouth. She didn't bite him because she had a horrible image of him biting her back, sitting up, spitting her severed tongue at her while he laughed at her. She could feel the hardness of his teeth against her lips. Suddenly she was aware of something else that sent her heart racing in panic.

He was fully aroused. She was suddenly horribly aware of the hard thick length of him pressed against her. She shoved against him again and he finally broke away from her. He was grinning amused but she was getting to recognize his mood well enough to realize he was but a hair breadth away from violent fury.

" Guess you decided you'd rather stoop for the troops huh? Ah well I didn't think you'd be that good anyway. A shame...you tasted good."

It took a confused moment to suddenly remember the conversation they had earlier where he had promised not to pass her around to his pack and she had promised to try to please him. Diana mentally kicked herself. She reached up threw her arms around his neck and pulled herself up to him in order to mash her lips against his.

Fenrir laughed against her mouth for a moment then leaned down sliding his large hands under her shoulders to keep her pressed firmly against him. She slowed down trying hard to think about what might and might not please him and whether she'd even be good enough to do so. No doubt he was used to a hard rough ride. Perhaps if she gave him the opposite? She pulled away slightly in order gently suck his lip into her mouth. She used her tongue to actually trace his deadly teeth. She slid her hands up stroking his hair allowing her fingers to move against his scalp, trace his earlobes, and rub his jaw. He shivered.

A strange warmth spread through her stomach. How long had it been since she had been with a man? 3 years? 4? She had forgotten things and was experiencing things she had never had a chance to feel. She had loved her husband but neither she nor he had been very physical. They had worked hard for what they had but oh if she had known she might have pressed him a bit.

She slid her hands down Fenrir shoulders, against his broad chest, feeling the muscles flex under her fingers. She took a moment to stroke his nipples enchanted that they seemed as sensitive as hers. She could feel his heart starting to pound as she pressed eagerly against his crotch. She slid her mouth down his chin feeling the hair rub pleasantly against her skin. When she got to the pulse beating against his throat she took a chance of sucking in his skin and biting gently.

He groaned and thrust against her sliding her further up on the bed. Diana shivered. When he had groaned like that it had sent vibrations all through her body and sent a liquid warmth between her legs where she was still pressed against him. She suddenly wanted to feel that again. She slid her legs up pressing her feet against his sides moving against him eagerly while pressing her lips against his own drawing his tongue back into her mouth. She gently bit down and was rewarded with another groan louder and stronger then before. Tremors went through her body and she was almost sure she was getting ready to simply cream her panties when she became aware something was wrong.

Fenrir had suddenly gone stiff as a board and his breathing had changed. Whereas before it had been fast with lust it was suddenly harder, almost panicked if she could believe such a thing. She let got of him and laid back confused. What she saw made her gasp in fear and scramble away from him.

His teeth were getting longer...sharper. His hair was growing becoming more coarse and where there hadn't been hair before long gray hairs were sprouting up. His pupils were dilated his teeth clenched in a snarl. Where his hands were pressed against the bed his fingers were changing his nails getting longer slicing into the sheets.

Diana glanced over at the window with dread and sure enough it was dark out. The moon was rising and Fenrir was changing into his wolf form. She rolled off the bed away from him and ran to the door panicked.

To her dismay the door refused to budge. Diana hunkered down against the door and began to pray.