did I realize I was staring, quite intently at that. His arms were not as thickly-covered, nor were his legs. He was not fully shifted, but his teeth were down, canines that looked like they could tear steel into shreds. I lifted a hand to my neck. The wound was already closing, and the look in his eyes turned to cautious curiosity.

"What are you?" Oh. A man could come just from listening to that voice. Pure, thick, deep. When he spoke, I could feel the vibrations in my own chest.

"I am certainly not your kind," I said, watching in utter fascination as half-shifted wolf gave way to a man. The black hair lessened to a light dusting over his chest with the same small patch stretching down his torso. Canines receded, while the eyes remained a watchful yellow.

"You are not human." He shivered slightly, but for the moment, I resisted the urge to go to him. Instead, I took off my coat and held it out to him. He looked at it, then at me.

"Take it. Cold does not affect me."

One thick-muscled arm stretched out to snatch the leather coat out of my hand. How I wanted to taste him, to feel those long fingers deep inside me...

"Why?"

The question admittedly caught me offguard. "A wolf can survive extended periods of cold, but a man cannot. Would you care for somewhere to sleep? Perhaps some...less worn...clothing?"

"Why?" Damn, but this man had too many questions!

"Is your vocabulary so limited? I'm sure I could arrange for a tutor or-"

"My vocabulary is just fucking fine," he growled, baring teeth, body tensing.

I shook my head, clicking my tongue at him. I wondered how far I could push him until he got tired of me and finished the job he'd started on. "Come now," I chastised him. "Is that any way to treat someone trying to help you?"

A deeper growl was all the warning I had before I found myself captive, quite literally. He had both of my wrists in one hand and I could feel the delicate bones popping and grinding as he held my arms above my head. With his other hand, he ripped my shirt right down the front and tossed the shredded remains to the ground. Personally, I prefer kisses easy and gentle, with the intent to explore and taste. All that changed the second his mouth crushed mine, teeth biting and scraping, tongue so deep I was sure I was going to choke.

But God, I wanted more. Devour me. Rip me to shreds. Just don't stop kissing me.

He was hard against me, cock feeling impossibly big, throbbing against my own. With his other hand, he freed us both, then long fingers coaxed us to release. I came first, screaming into his brutal kiss as blood mixed with saliva. Only a second later, he jerked away and howled, throat arching as liquid heat spilled over his fist and our cocks. That neck, so irresistibly inviting... I gave him no warning, just bit down, body shuddering as his blood, rich and thick and sweet, poured over my tongue. I'd only had a quick taste before he pulled me away, yellow eyes narrowed in warning.

Then he was gone. Just like that.

The last I saw was a sleek black wolf as it disappeared around a corner. At