Kierra

I keep from drawing blood, but only just. Sharp teeth press firmly against the small mark outlining my ownership of this man; just that causing a weirdness in both of us. Not being a Vampire, neither of us should be having a reaction like this...should we?

Aww hell, another learning curve. Lovely. No wonder Werewolves are the fighters they are. It's a rebellion of the rules constantly changing. Being a champion of fighting against myself, I pull away.

Xavier is panting, shuttered eyes opening more as I move away. Not sure what all he's feeling, but my body is coursing with electricity, core pulsing. Power swells as it fills me to the point of pain.

My own gasping is colored with small cries as the feeling of arcing light jumps through veins and bone. Unsure if it will do anything, but feeling desperate, I touch the heated chest of the male in front of me. When nothing happens, I cry aloud.

My hand is grabbed once more, this time being moved and laid over the small snowflake-dreamcatcher looking mark. Winter Dreams. That's what he’d named it. As soon as my fingertips touch down on it, the coursing power flows off and into him.

Xavier moans, clenching his teeth as it bleeds through him, saturating his skin and organs. I can almost see it as it goes through him, streaks of light blue and glittering white. His eyes are closed, expressions of pain mixed with pleasure cross his features as I watch.

With a small cry, I pull away, having to rip my hand out from under his, denying that last surge that might have eased the burn between my thighs. The flow stops with a sharp crack, he falls back onto the bed while I fall into the wall behind me. Gasping, I try to catch my breath, vaguely seeing the small form next to me.

Sliding down the wall to land heavily on my rear, I blink rapidly to bring things into focus. A canine and small boy come into view as blurry figures first, then sharpen to clear visuals. Bastion and a masked coyote look at me with worried expressions.

Sitting there catching my breath, more animals work their way in, abasing themselves. Two foxes and a hyena crowd around me, rubbing and making small cries. Pressing my palms into my eyes, I clench my teeth at some of the higher pitches that scream through my brain.

"Please, guys, quiet down."

The sound of tearing cloth has me moving my hands and peeking out. Writhing on my bed is a large shape, long legs kicking inside a shredding pair of sweats. Breath steadily slowing, I look on in confusion.

What have I done this time? Why's it always Xavier? That has to be abuse of some kind. Guinea pig syndrome. Is that a thing? Probably just made it one.

"Xavier?"

My voice is low, gravelly. When Bastion stands to go help, I grab his hand and shake my head. Since I don't know what happened, anything is possible and I won't endanger him.

"I don't know what's going on Bastion, hang back."

He looks upset but does so. The others move as I stand, a little wobbly at first before center of balance is found. Upright and able to see what's happening, the shape on the bed is still contorting, writhing in relative silence.

Relative since the sounds of his shifting can be heard, low moans and grunts becoming a chorus. The snap of bone and the tearing of flesh. This is all wrong, a shift is only this bad when you first become a Were. What have I done?

The mass on the bed lengthens considerably, animals around me shrink down and back in fear. I don't blame them.

"Bastion, take everyone to the basement and stay there until I call for you."

"But..."

"Go!"

First time I've ever raised my voice to him, and I see his flinch. Gut clenching, my gaze goes to him for a second before returning to Xavier.

"Please, Imp, I don't want any of you hurt. Hurry."

Think it's the desperate note in my voice this time, but it gets the bodies moving out quickly. When I hear the click of the door, I step closer to the bed. The shredded cloth is dark with moisture, the remnants of his pants and part of my blanket are also twisted around his form.

The body stops moving, but he's panting heavily. From the looks of it, the tearing flesh sound could have come from all the wet material around his waist. I've never seen him in his Were form, yet that's about to change.

From all I've seen, everyday Werewolves are around seven feet when in Were form, varying around it at least. This thing though, when standing, has to be around eight and a half feet. Unlike wolves who have wide and thick body masses, he's thinner, built more for long-distance speed.

"I don't know what you just did, but you can do that to me anytime."

The deep voice startles me so much that I jump. I'm able to swallow down the girly 'eep' that would ensue, but it hurts to do so.

"What?"

Oh yeah, I'm clever. Hear me roar with all my cleverness of asking the obvious and redundant question of 'what'. To make things worse, it comes out a little high pitched thanks to my swallowed expletive. Ugh.

The head turns to me, eyes a mixture of his human amber and animal tan. Reddish-brown fur just like his animal form, the black mane starting between his very tall ears goes all the way down his back and into his tail. A black stripe down the middle of its otherwise same appearance of his animal tail, just longer.

Short black fur covers his hands up to his elbows and feet to his knees. Longer black tufts at his elbows draw my attention as he moves to prop himself up. A white-furred chest leads down to his abdomen and inner thighs, my face heats up immediately before I look away. Someone's really happy.

Longer pale fur around his sheath doesn't cover the boner he's sporting, so that's awkward. Again, just like his animal form, he's got a black goatee at his chin as he gives me a canine grin. A very toothy one.

Heh. A WereManed Wolf in Were form. Fookin' huge critters. Err, don't think 'critter' is the proper word here. Fookin' huge...uh, monster. Oh yeah, so clever. Again.

"Xavier? Are you alright?"

He groans and stretches, long black claws extended from both hands and feet. Laying the way he is over my bed, he dwarfs it by a lot. Where wolves have longer fur, his is shorter and clearly outlines his musculature.

I take a step back as he pushes off the bed to stand. Oh dear...oh God...now I know where all the moisture came from. Don't think I could go crimson anymore if I tried, already feeling so physically hot that I'm sweating.

Would appear that canine trait stays the same when in Were form. I'm so not cleaning that up. He's paying for a new blanket, too. No amount of dry cleaning is going to save it, let alone from all the tears he ripped into it.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine. Quite amazing in fact. Energized."

Great, a battery charger. Next thing to put on the list of all the weird shit I can apparently do. Need a jump? Just come to me, I can give you a charge and a hell of an orgasm all at once.

I am so screwed.

"Um, you sure? It looked like your shifting went much the same way it does when you first become a Were."

Looking way up to keep eye contact even with a beet-red face, another step back is taken. His tail flicks behind him as he stands there and watches me, all male predator.

"It may have looked like that, and there was some pain, but not in the way you think."

The gleam in his eye has me looking away before I pass out. Starting to get dizzy here.

"Gotcha. Um...do you know what happened though? I swear I didn't mean to hurt you."

Pulling the ruined blanket to him, he uses it to wipe down his front. I scowl, but it's already ruined, so...whatever. You know that whole 'can't look away', like a train wreck thing? Yeah, that's what's going on here.

Too embarrassed to look, yet unable to look away. No, not eyeballing his bits, but they are in obvious clear view. Only others I've seen in Were form I couldn't exactly stop to ogle since I was fighting them.

Asher was cursed into one form, so for the longest time I only had his word and myself to go on. Granted Xavier isn't an actual wolf, but he's still in Were form. So in essence, first time I'm seeing it on someone else.

"Not sure what happened, but it felt much like a power exchange. You were pulling it from me, then pushed it all back in when you touched your mark. Felt interesting enough before the surge that sent me into a full-blown orgasm, almost immediately. I've only heard of Vampires being able to do that."

Confusion is written all over my face even as my eyes roam over him. Were forms have been described in many different ways and shown in just as many in movies. Closest one to have it right is ‘Van Helsing’ with Hugh Jackman, when he became a Werewolf to fight Richard Roxburgh as Dracula.

Even with canine faces, expressions are still made, just not as clear cut as if they were human. And canine face it is. Being drawn forward as he kneels down, hands reach out to touch along his head. Even kneeling, he's tall, since a Weres kneeling isn't the same as a straight-legged person.

Weres have 'dankles', or dog ankles. Stand a normal larger dog up on his hind feet and how his back legs are is how a Weres looks. Just much better balance. So his kneeling only goes so far down before he can't go any lower and still be in a 'kneel' position.

The long muzzle is tipped with a sensitive nose, eyes clear as they look at me. His facial fur is soft, marked in a few areas from past scars. Not an obvious 'blemish', just a spot where the fur goes a different way than the rest. Mainly colored in his reddish, with white undersides in a natural pattern.

Ridiculously long ears flick as I touch on them, thick skin housing and covering such an important sense. His black as pitch mane starts in front of them and leads through from between them, thick and coarse as it lengthens down his head and neck to his back. Stepping around him, his tail flicks against my leg, head turning to watch me as I follow a growing obsession.

Widening out over his shoulders, the mane then thins back down below his shoulder blades and trails to the base of his tail. The 'hair' long on his upper back shortens till it's a stripe down his tail. Reaching forward once more to his neck, just next to the mane, fingertips touch on my mark.

His whole body shudders, pushing into my hand even as he whispers aloud.

"No more..."

I pull back, embarrassed once more. Have to force myself to turn away to keep from touching him again.

"Right, so biting down on that mark acts as a power charge to you? And causes an instant explosive boner? That's one hell of a side effect. I need a warning label for this shit."

He chuckles while he stands, a quick glance reveals his calming body.

"By the way, you're replacing my bedding."

Grabbing the blanket once more, he gives an almost innocent look.

"Why? I didn't do it. Was your fault. Should probably think next time before you go biting on people."

My mouth drops open as I gape at him. Yeah, okay, it was partially my fault, but not all of it.

"Your fault. You and your damn 'animal magnetism'. You're the one who needs a freakin' warning label. 'Wet Dream Walking' would be a good title, or maybe just 'Trouble Incoming'."

His wicked grin has me going back over my words in dismay.

"Wet dream huh? Do I give you wet dreams?"

My face is going to become permanently tinged red I swear. Clearing my throat, I walk out of the room to his laughing. Fookin' hell. I'm never going to live that down.

Unable to look at him again, I go to the basement door and call down for them to come up. Clearly everything is fine. Very fine. Squeezing my eyes shut, I groan internally. You'd think being covered in fur, everything would come off as super taboo.

Nope.

Not for me apparently. Makes him even more appealing, sad to say. Which is just all sorts of wrong, I know. Where's a nun when you need one? They're masters of being chaste right? I groan again and stick my head in the freezer.

"Is everything alright?"

Bastion's voice is low, so I look over. Standing just outside the door, he's looking at the floor. Oh, no. Walking over, I drop to my knees in front of the boy.

"I'm sorry Bastion, I shouldn't have yelled, but I didn't know what was going on. I didn't want you or anyone else to get hurt if something bad had happened. Please understand. I'm not mad at you in any way."

Considering I hardly ever raise my voice in anger or otherwise, it's not something I have to worry about controlling around him. Which is good. Not realizing sooner that a raised voice could do this to him has me feeling low.

Tipping his chin up, I get him to look at me, apologizing again. Maii comes up next to him, pressing into the boy’s legs. He finally nods, but he's clearly still upset, so I back off.

Smothering doesn't help anyone and can make things worse. Think I need to pick up a child-raising book. I know some things, others are obvious and self-explanatory, but there are some things I'm pretty sure I'm clueless about.

Him being male, for one, is a whole different ball game. Maybe pick up that book and he and I can go through it together and pick apart everything it says. Sounds good to me.

"Check it out, Xavier is a taller furball now."

That gets his attention averted on something else. Blue eyes go wide as he looks over at the giant standing in the middle of the living room. Fortunately, the Dogdeer's no longer aroused so he's all tucked down into the canine sheath. So weird. With the longer white tufts around his groin, it helps obscure it and testicles, thankfully.

Human and coyote head over slowly while I look down for Kani, Chandrika, and Diego. The older fox bounds up without a qualm, ears perking forward as he gets a visual of his crush. I grin, nudging him toward that direction. He looks back at me in nervousness, so I cock my head and whisper in his mind.

"You know you want to go over there, so scoot."

"I can't gawk at your guy, that's just rude."

Coughing and snorting at the same time is quite painful, did you know that? Comes out sounding like some kind of demonic pig’s mating call.

"Get over there before I hurt you."