Intoxication of the Senses

Werewolves were such brutes compared to vampires, who were more cultivated, or so they thought. These werewolves needed to be controlled and this particular savage one was stirring them all up. She was here to do a job, remove their leader and make room for one that was more pliable to their will unlike the previous one. Unfortunately he wasn’t strong enough to stand up to this one, it should be fun she hadn’t had a real challenge in quite some time. She watched them carefully, she would strike the moment he was alone.

“Greg, please reconsider. Your safety is our priority as much is ours to you. We might be more powerful then the vampire filth but there’s so many more of them,” said Zane.

“Zane, are you a coward or a fighter?” asked Greg.

“You know what I am alpha, I supported you. But directly opposing them is going to get us killed, they don’t just physically fight, they have strong mental powers. Not all of us have the resistance to block that kind of assault,” said Zane.

“Are you questioning me? I’m trying to do what’s best for us, I killed that weakling because he simply allowed us to be used as slaves. If those vamp bastards had any real respect for us why do they regard us as nothing more than filthy animals? They think that humans are more worthy then us which is just an insult. I will not have my pack insulted and treated like slaves, go and organize everything with Marcus and Jacob. We’re not guarding those arrogant snobs until they show us some more respect,” he said with a growl. “Report back in the morning.”

He could feel something at the boundary of his senses prickling down his spine, something was out there watching. He could feel it, he knew they would come and try to stop him but if they did somehow manage to kill him they certainly would lose their support.

“As you wish it alpha,” said Zane bowing slightly before exiting the room.

Greg looked around and took stock of potential weapons, he walked over the fireplace and extracted the fire poker and hid it in the bookcase lined against the walls. He removed a few bronze ornaments and tucked them behind the curtains on the window ledge. He heard the front door shut as Zane made his way out, once he had gotten in his car and left the sense of intrusion grew stronger.

This was going to be fun, after he put down this threat the rest of his pack would see just how easy it was to take them down. However he was not expecting an easy fight, they would send somebody with quality skills. For the first time in generations his pack would be free from the suffocating control of the vampires. He grinned he couldn’t wait.

Melanie watched her target while she waited for the car to leave, he was pacing something she noticed the brutes did when they were restless. Since he is the alpha he probably felt her presence, this would make it all the more sweeter when she had drained the life from his body. Knowing that he knew death was coming for him, “Hold on there wolf, Belle Morte is coming for you,” she whispered as she descended the hill towards the house.

He watched the flames dance in the fire place as he felt the entity approach, he knew exactly what it was. It was going to be a challenge, he was impressed. He almost felt honoured that they would send one of their highly prized assassins against him.

The sensation shifted and he knew she was in the room. A shiver passed over him, Melanie Vallance, the only female of theirs to make assassin had made a name for herself. Beautiful Death, or as known to most of the world, Belle Morte, he needed to keep appearances up or she’d see the weakness, he could not screw this up and lose his focus.

“I wonder how long it would take for them to send somebody, I should feel honoured that they have sent the Belle after me,” said Greg.

“Very perceptive wolf, I think I will let you have a chance at survival. But it will not change the end result, I shall enjoy ripping out your spine,” she said before pressing the attack.

He snarled as his claws sprouted from his nails, he lashed at her and raked the air inches from her neck. “Sloppy, I would have expected more from Death,” he taunted.

She grinned and said, “Oh I’m just getting started wolf,” she lashed out with a silver bladed dagger.

“Oh that’s just dirty, silver? I thought vampires had more honour than that,” he snarled as he dodged the flaming dagger.

“Not when dealing with animals,” she hissed.

They dodged back and forth just missing each other until the dagger sliced against his stomach. He snarled and lunged at her, the slash mark searing with pain. He slammed her against the door the handle bashing against her wrist forcing her to drop the dagger. His elongated claws dug into her shoulders he grinned and said, “You’re just getting started? Is that all you got Death?”

Her eyes narrowed into slits and jerked her knee up and slammed into his groin, he let out a high pitched yelp as she shoved him back and slammed him against the book case. She dragged a nail down his neck slicing his skin open until she reached his collar. She leaned in and licked up the trail, she smirked when she felt his full body shiver.

“You like that wolf?” she asked as she sliced again and lower, curling her hand in his collar she yanked down and tore his shirt off.

“I think that looks better,” she said huskily as he tongue lapped up the blood. The hot pulsing power of his blood flooded through her, who ever started the rumour of werewolf blood tasting like garbage was out of their mind. He shuddered again, she grinned so this was the way to control them.

Before she had a chance to get another feed, Greg growled at her and shoved her back against the door his fangs raking her neck with a sharp tug he tore off her top. Her skin was un-usually sensitive as her breasts brushed against his muscularly sculpted chest. She was intoxicated by his taste, it clouded her senses. She still would complete her task but this was the way about doing it.

Her scent was like rich warm honey it wrapped around his head and squeezed his hardening cock, her smell was intoxicating. He knew he should shove his claws into her chest and end the threat but he couldn’t make himself do it. “You smell so good,” he growled.

She smirked and then grabbed his shoulders and rolled them pressing him against the door. Her tongue dragged up his neck making him shudder again, “You taste so good,” she said huskily.

His claws dug into her waist, he was entering extremely dangerous territory, this must be how her victims ended up, trapped. Hypnotized by her sweet scent, he fought against its hold she could kill him at any moment she wanted. He snarled and shoved at her couldn’t break her free, he rolled them against the door again his hot breath coming out faster.

Sweat started beading on his chest as he pushed up against her, he was helpless his wolf half was entranced he didn’t have the strength to break away from her grasp. Now he knew why she was called Belle Morte, he groaned he was doomed. He reached down and tore her pants away from her.

She hissed and roughly shoved him back against the door her fangs raking his neck, she reached down and shredded the opening of his pants and shoved them down and then ripped part his boxers. “You’ve got a nice big cock for me wolf?” she purred her nails raking against the powerful muscles of his chest.

He growled and struggled against her hold, “More then you can handle,” he grunted.

“Oh I do love a challenge,” she said grinning. She reached down and grasped the thick column of his cock and stroked him her nails rasping the sensitive flesh.

He whimpered as the pleasure flooded his senses, he had never felt such power. He groaned then buried his face in her neck, the intoxicating scent was taking over his mind and his body. He thought for a moment why was he having such a strong reaction to her? What he was thinking couldn’t be possible.

Why was she so attracted to this wolf? She had ample opportunity to rip his heart out or break his neck, so why hadn’t she done it yet? She had heard rumours of blood bonds, but to be connected to a werewolf was unthinkable. But yet the power was intoxicating his blood filled her veins with such invigorating energy. She rubbed against his throbbing manhood and groaned, “Does that feel good wolf?” she goaded.

He groaned and said, “My name is Greg vamp, use it,”

“Or what?” she asked and then stroked his cock again.

He shuddered then growled slamming her back against the door and thrusting his cock deep inside of her. The blast of pleasure sent a shockwave through both of them making them shudder and groan. He lifted his hips back and slammed into her, each thrust sending violent shockwaves of pleasure through each of them.

Greg bared his teeth and snarled slamming his fangs into her shoulder her rich smoky blood filling his mouth, burning his senses, he needed more the drive and urge was fierce. Like nothing else he had felt before.

Melanie was blown away by the intensity of the feeling, it felt so good, it had never felt so intense before. Then it got even more so as Greg’s fangs dug into her shoulder, her eyes widened and she screamed as suddenly her release shattered her senses. Her nails digging deep into his back drawing his blood, she refused to accept what she knew what was happening.

Greg leaned back and let lose a roar as her scorching hot pussy squeezed him tightly, ripping his orgasm from him. He spilled into her each pulse sending tearing pleasure through his body, ravaging his senses. He groaned and shuddered against her as she milked him, sweated sheened over his skin, glimmering in the fire light in the room. He panted against her the pleasure immobilizing him.

Melanie still had a job to do, but he had satisfied her so well, instead of just killing him she would treat him to more of the same before she took him out. “Where is your bed Greg?” she asked purring, he had also earned the right of her calling him by name. She pushed his heavy bulk off her.

He staggered and leaned up against the side of the bookcase. He groaned and said, “I’ll show you,” then staggered through the door way. It had totally wiped him out, his strength had been sapped, if this was the way he was going to die then it wasn’t as bad as it could have been, he thought.

She admired the roughness of his body, the tight hard muscles outlined with glimmering sweat, plastering short black hair over his abs and pecs. She revelled in power she had over him as she regarded the lax expression and the clouded look in his vibrant green eyes, his short black hair drooping down over his forehand damp with sweat.

He was tasty even to look at, pity he had to die she thought. She followed his staggered motion, admiring the tight flex of his ass and back. All that tight hard golden flesh made her hotter than she ever had before, she would indulge herself in his body and his blood before she returned to report her success to the king.

Once they reached the bed she pounced on him shoving him down her tongue licking up the sweat and blood on his neck. A shudder wracked him as blood flowed back into his cock, he struggled against the press of burning desire and rolled on his back. He grabbed Melanie and pulled her down on top of him before rolling them over.

Heavy weights weighed down his muscles, the intensity of the pleasure was driving him insane. Everything he knew of true mating practices especially after he had seen it in action paled in comparison to this, crushing urge to be with the woman underneath him. At least he would die happy he thought as he dragged his still extended claws up from her waist to her neck.

“That’s nice wolf,” she whispered huskily, his solid weight bearing down on her. She grinned she had all the power here, she had never felt quite as intoxicated as she did right now over the slight taste of blood.

He growled and grasped her hips, the ability to speak had been robbed from him, he couldn’t escape the primal urge to take the woman under him. He slammed his hips against hers, violent pleasure surging through him. He snarled as his body tremored from the sensation.

“Oh god! Yes! Do that again Greg,” she hissed her nails digging into his back.

He roared and slammed into her harder faster, more savagely building up a fast and furious pace, he leaned over her and dug his fangs into her shoulder again. A blast of raging energy shot through his body as her blood energized him, raw power coursing through him. He slammed into her faster and harder.

She needed to contain the situation she felt like she was going to burst into flames at the wicked sharp intensity of the pleasure. She twisted and rammed her fangs into his neck then dragged her nails down to his hips and rolled him shoving him into the bed and began fucking him just as savagely. His blood was fierce and powerful as it burned with savage energy.

It was liquid fire as it coursed down her throat, it was too much for her she cried out against him her second orgasm ripped through her squeezing him tightly. He snarled and buckled under her as she felt pulse after pulse of his hot seed pouring into her. She had him now, she revelled in the victory as her fangs slammed into his neck again.

The pleasure was burning him alive he gasped and struggled to breath as an intense crushing sensation smothered him, the pleasure was so thick it was crushing him under its weight. He whimpered and fought against her hold, the strength he previously felt had been ripped away as she drank deeply from him. His strength began to fail as she feed feverishly from him, he cried out through his gasping as the intensity ripped out yet another forceful orgasm sending his body into spasms.

She grinned wickedly as she felt yet more pulses from his thick cock emptying into her, “Yes my wolf, you’re mine now,” she said huskily. The power from his blood set her alight, she tore open her wrist with her fangs and shoved it against his lips. Her blood poured down his throat for a moment before she pulled it back.

He continued to struggle for breath, she was radiant above him. A dark angel of death come to take him, all of his strength wasn’t enough to fight her. He thought of the pack he had failed, they would be made slaves again. Before he could attempt to struggle against her again, her fangs were embedded deep in his neck again.

She finally recognized what it was, he was certainly destined to be hers. He was bound to her by his blood, they would be together again. She wondered if he would remain a werewolf even though he was also vampire. She drank deeply again, his body shuddering under her. He was so responsive to her, he would be so much fun in future. She envisioned tying him to her bed and pleasing herself with his huge body.

His eyes fluttered with the attempt to keep them open, the taste of her blood on her lips, the strength of her blood left him with only one answer. She was his destined mate, he had no idea how it was possible but it was true. With one last look up at the raven haired beauty her crystal blue eyes. He sighed then his eyes fluttered shut.

She pulled back from his body and now that the insistent demand that she be with him had abated she could really admire his body. She felt more energized then anything she had ever felt before. This could only mean good things, she could take the power there was no way the king could stand up to her now. She needed to move Greg to some place safe until he awoke again. Then she would set things into motion, things were about to get a little more exciting she thought with a grin.