Wolves' Howls
She'll marry a revenant to save her clinic. But his desires may consume her.
Explicit. Two adults, one bad decision.
A pine splinter pokes Claire's cheek as she steps into the cabin, snowflakes melting on her skin. The howls of wolves outside are a low, mournful hum, the only sound in a silence that feels like a held breath. She squints into the dimness, her eyes watering from the cold, and makes out a shape: broad shoulders, a jawline that juts like a cliff face, skin so pale it seems to glow in the faint light. His eyes, when they meet hers, are not eyes at all, but two voids that pull the air out of her lungs.
Ezekiel Blackwood's voice is a rumble that vibrates through her chest, not quite a growl. "Claire Thorne. I've been expecting you." He steps closer, his movements economical, and the firelight catches the imperfections in his face: a nose that's slightly too long, a brow that's too sharp, eyes that are black all the way through. His gaze roams her face, lingering on her mouth, and she feels a shiver start at the base of her spine.
She swallows hard, the sound loud in her own ears, and tries to speak. But her voice is a barely audible whisper: "I'll do it. I'll marry you. Save my clinic, and I'll break your curse." The words feel like a betrayal, but she thinks of the animals waiting for her back in town, the ones she can't afford to feed or treat, and her voice finds some strength.
Blackwood's smile is a thin, cruel line. "Then it's a bargain," he says, and extends a hand that's more claw than finger. The nails are yellowed and sharp, and they catch the firelight as he moves. Claire feels a jolt of fear as she reaches out to take it, her palm meeting his with a spark of static. The touch sends a shiver down her arm, and for a moment, she's frozen, unsure what she's gotten herself into. But then his fingers close around hers, warm and tight, and she feels a surge of determination. She'll see this through, no matter what it takes.
You take Ezekiel's hand. His claws close around your fingers, the pads of his fingers warm against your palm. As you shake on the deal, he pulls you closer, the movement sudden. His eyes are dark, the pupils large, and you can feel the heat of his breath on your skin.
"The terms are simple," he says, his voice low. "You'll be my wife, my companion, my lover. I'll provide for you, protect you, and grant you the power to save your clinic."
He pauses, his gaze roaming over your face. His eyes linger on your mouth, your throat. "But there are conditions, Claire. I have needs, desires that may seem strange to you. You must be willing to indulge them, to surrender to me."
His words make your heart beat faster. You feel a flutter in your chest, a tightening in your throat. You steel yourself, determined to see this through.
"What do you want from me?" you ask, trying to keep your voice steady. Your words come out rough, a little hoarse.
Ezekiel smiles, the sharp teeth glinting in the dim light. "I want to touch you, to taste you," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "I want you to surrender to me, to let me take control."
As he speaks, his hands begin to roam over your body, tracing the curves of your waist, the swell of your breasts. His fingers brush against your nipples, and you feel a surge of desire, mixed with fear and uncertainty. Can you really do this? Can you give yourself to this monstrous creature?
But then you think of your clinic, of the animals that depend on you. You think of the desperation that drove you to make this bargain. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what's to come.
"I'll do it," you say, your voice firm. "I'll give you what you want. Just save my clinic, Ezekiel. Please."
He nods, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "I'll save your clinic," he promises. "I'll make it thrive. But in return, you'll give me everything. You'll be mine."
As he speaks, he pulls you closer, his lips brushing against yours. The kiss is hot, fierce. You feel yourself melting into him, surrendering to the darkness that surrounds him.
The wolves howl outside, their cries echoing through the cabin. You know that you're taking a terrible risk, that you're binding yourself to a creature of darkness and desire. But you also know that you have no choice. You've made your bargain, and now you must see it through.
As Ezekiel's tongue probes your mouth, you feel a surge of excitement mixed with fear. What will he do to you? What will you become? The unknown is terrifying, but it's also exhilarating. You're ready to take the leap, to surrender to the revenant's bargain and see where it takes you.
Ezekiel's tongue slid deeper, his fingers tracing circles around your nipple. You arched into his touch, your breath catching. The wolves' howls grew louder, the sound pressing against your skin.
He broke the kiss, his eyes locked on yours. "Undress," he said, his voice low. You hesitated, then began to unbutton your shirt. The cold air hit your skin, but Ezekiel's gaze warmed you.
As you stripped, Ezekiel shed his clothes, revealing a body both familiar and alien. His skin was pale, with dark veins visible beneath the surface. His cock jutted out from a nest of black hair. You felt fear mixed with desire as you took in the sight of him.
Ezekiel's eyes never left yours as he advanced. He reached out, tracing a finger down your cheek, along your jaw. His touch was cold, but your skin prickled. You felt yourself melting into him.
Without a word, Ezekiel turned you around, pushing you against the bed. His cock pressed against your ass, hard. You felt a surge of fear, wondering if you could take him. But before you could protest, he reached around, his fingers finding your clit.
You gasped as he stroked you, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through your body. You pushed back against him, eager for more. Ezekiel obliged, his fingers moving faster, harder. Your body began to tremble.
Just as you were about to come, Ezekiel stopped, his fingers pulling away. You cried out in frustration, but before you could protest, he pushed inside you. His cock stretched you, and you felt a moment of pain, then pleasure as he began to move.
Ezekiel fucked you hard, his hips slamming against yours. Your body trembled, driven towards a climax. The wolves howled outside, their cries echoing through the cabin.
As you came, Ezekiel's body tensed behind you. He thrust deep, his cock pulsing as he filled you. You felt a surge of pleasure mixed with unease. What had you just done?
As Ezekiel pulled out, you felt empty. You turned to face him, taking in his monstrous form. His eyes gleamed with intensity, his skin pale. His fingers traced a circle around your nipple.
"I'll take care of you," he said, his voice low. "You'll never want for anything again." You felt desire mixed with fear as you looked at him. What had you gotten yourself into?
Ezekiel's fingers mapped your skin, tracing the curve of your neck, the slope of your shoulder. His touch was gentle, his fingertips barely grazing your skin, yet his hands seemed to claim the space around you. As you looked up at him, his eyes caught the dim light, the irises glinting like dark glass.
He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear. "I want you," he whispered, the words rough, the sound of them making your skin prickle. "I want to feel you, to taste you." His lips brushed your earlobe, sending a shiver through you.
His mouth moved down your neck, his tongue tracing the line of your collarbone. His hands roamed your body, the fingers skimming the curve of your waist, the swell of your hip. As he cupped your breasts, his thumbs circled your nipples, the touch sending a spark of pleasure through you.
Ezekiel's mouth closed around one nipple, his tongue tracing the shape of it. He bit down, the pressure sharp, the sensation making your breath catch. His hands moved down your body, the fingers tracing the curve of your abdomen, the swell of your mound. He slipped his fingers between your folds, the touch sending a jolt of pleasure through you.
He pushed you back onto the bed, his body looming over you. His cock was hard, the head pressing against your thigh. You felt a flutter in your chest as you looked up at him, his eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity.
Ezekiel positioned himself between your legs, his cock pressing against your entrance. He pushed inside you, the sensation making your breath catch. He moved slowly at first, his thrusts controlled, the motion sending waves of pleasure through you.
As he moved, his body pressed against yours, the skin hot and slick with sweat. He bit down on your neck, the pressure sharp, the sensation making your breath catch. His hands roamed your body, the fingers tracing the curve of your waist, the swell of your hip.
Ezekiel's thrusts grew harder, faster, the motion sending pleasure through you. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he thrust into you. His eyes locked onto yours, the gaze burning with an otherworldly intensity.
He tensed, the muscles rippling beneath his skin. He thrust into you one last time, his cock pulsing as he came. You felt a surge of pleasure as he filled you, his body hot and slick with sweat.
As he pulled out, you felt a sense of emptiness, a sense of loss. You turned to face him, taking in the sight of his monstrous form. His eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity, the skin deathly pale. He reached out, his fingers tracing a circle around your nipple. "I'll take good care of you," he promised, the voice low, rough. "I'll make sure you never want for anything again."
Ezekiel's fingers moved across your skin, his touch leaving tiny bumps in its wake. His eyes locked on yours, unblinking, as he leaned in. The heat of his breath on your ear made the fine hairs stand on end.
"I want to taste you," he said, low. "I want to feel you come apart in my mouth." His voice was rougher than before, the words barely above a whisper.
His lips traced the line of your neck, leaving small, wet kisses. His tongue darted out, tracing the curve of your shoulder. Your breath caught in your throat as your head fell back, exposing more skin.
At your nipple, his mouth closed around it, sucking hard. You cried out, the sensation sharp. His tongue swirled, teasing the sensitive flesh, and your hips arched up towards him.
His hand slid down, cupping you, his fingers slipping between your folds. He stroked your clit, rough yet gentle, and your body tensed. The sensation was unlike anything you'd felt before.
As he stroked you, his mouth never left your nipple. You felt yourself building, your body tensing, and then you were coming, crying out as your orgasm ripped through you.
Ezekiel's fingers slowed, his mouth releasing your nipple as you rode out your climax. As you came down, he leaned back, his eyes burning with an intensity that made your breath catch.
"Now," he said, his voice low and rough. "I want you now."
He flipped you onto your back, his body covering yours. You felt his cock, hard and hot, pressing against your entrance. He slid in slowly, his eyes never leaving yours, and you felt yourself stretching to accommodate him.
As he filled you, you felt a sense of fullness. His body began to move, his hips thrusting, and you felt yourself building again. His mouth closed around your nipple, sucking hard, and you felt sparks of pleasure.
His hand slid between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit. He stroked you, his touch sending jolts of pleasure through you. You felt yourself tensing, your body building, and then you were coming, crying out as your orgasm ripped through you.
Ezekiel's body stiffened, his cock pulsing as he came. You felt a surge of pleasure as he filled you, his body hot and slick with sweat. As he pulled out, you felt a sense of emptiness.
You turned to face him, taking in the sight of his monstrous form. His eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity, his skin deathly pale. You felt a shiver as he reached out, his fingers tracing a circle around your nipple.
"I'll take good care of you," he promised, his voice low and rough. "I'll make sure you never want for anything again." You felt a surge of desire mixed with fear as you looked at him. What had you gotten yourself into?
