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Crawl Straight Home

Chapter One: Honeymoon Suite

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Anyone who saw us wouldn't say we are beautiful. Hell. They were my own kind and even I felt horror, gut clenching revulsion at the slobbering mass of fur and muscle in front of me. The fact that soon, I too, would be the same mindless freak did little to ease my disgust.

The growl from the creature in front of me said I should start my change now or he wouldn't be held accountable for tearing me into gory little pieces. I dropped to my hands and knees as I let the change take over, the sound of popping bones and rending flesh overtook the sound of my shallow, pained gasps for breath. I dragged my nails through the dirt as they twisted and changed, sprouting black fur and hardened yellow claws. When it was over I stood on my hind legs, a little shakily. No one ever takes to the change well, some were just better at hiding the pain. Another growl broke the silence. I dropped to all fours, after a moments hesitation I dropped my head down. I was on shaky ground here already, best not to piss off the welcoming committee.

I hadn't been aware this area had a wolf pack. Wolves don't take kindly to outsiders, especially one like me who obviously had no pack; a rogue. The other wolf stepped closer to inspect me, lips drawn back in an endless snarl, letting me know one false move would have me ripped to shreds. And I didn't doubt for a second he could do it. He'd be at least seven feet tall standing, weighing in at about 250kg, all muscle. The lazy coiling of his muscles and confident gait as he strode towards me screamed dominance, the aggressive snarl rolling from his mouth and his crowding presence demanded submission. I understood the message all too clearly, I lowered my belly to the ground and bared my neck to the approaching male. The submission rankled but if I wanted to pass through this wolfs territory unscathed I would need to submit.

Drool pool out from the side of his mouth and splash onto the ground near my paws, he leaned in and began scenting me. Short puffs of air whispered across my fur as he pushed his snout down my side before moving back to my exposed throat, the fur on my flank left wet from his saliva. He could kill me now if he wanted. A rogue in his territory, caught in his woods, his city, without paying their dues. The thought made my heart skitter in my chest, I bet he could smell my nervousness, almost taste my fear.

The teeth at my throat came as a surprise. They were gentle, poised with intent but not to rip my throat out. I baulked and tried to pull away, causing him to clamp his jaw down and worry at my throat, surprising me again by not using enough force to break the skin. This fact did little to ease my struggling. I dug my claws into the ground and pulled back, twisting my head in a desperate attempt to be free. It was a foolish move but desperation caused me to act without thought.

The male let out an impatient growl before closing his teeth around my throat and biting down, this time with enough force to break the skin, and with a little more force than a mating mark needed. Punishment for my struggling. I quieted down after receiving the bite, while the male lapped up my blood sloppily. My mind, which had ground to a halt, started up again and I yanked myself away from the male. Growling defensively as I turned tail and made for the town I knew was only a few kilometres away.

The male jumped after me instantly, his jaws snapping at my tail and hind legs, he had the advantage of size and knowledge of the woods surrounding us but my smaller frame could weave through bushes while he crashed through them. I also had the advantage of speed, I'd spent a large portion of my life on the run, that tends to help build up stamina. I could hear the tell tale sounds of traffic close by. I weaved through the trees and jumped over a a large branch, stumbling slightly on the uneven ground, growling at myself because my clumsiness was slowing me down, the male was gaining on me, maybe I didn't have a speed advantage, my tail instinctively tucked between my legs as his teeth snapped at the air behind me.

My legs give out from under me, the force of his weight on my back pushing me down. My getaway attempt was laughably short. I snarled and twisted, trying to shake him off my back. My claws scraped deep gashes through the grass and dirt as I tried to get my footing back and buck him off of me. He leaned over me and snarled near my ear, causing me to whip my head away and expose my throat to him again. He nipped my torn throat in approval before biting down harder, his hips shifted above mine, grinding forcibly down. Another sign of dominance. For an Alpha male he was being surprisingly gentle, he must of approved of our brief chase. Possibly he thought I was playing hard to get.

A car horn blasted to my left, startling me, but he paid it no mind, only continued to exert his dominance on my form by rubbing himself bodily against me, covering me in his scent. The car horn meant I was near the highway that intersected this forest, and on the other side lay the small city I had tried to avoid earlier.

Taking a chance I dropped my head in submission and raised my hips slightly, letting a series of soft whimpers escape my mouth. The male seemed too intent on covering me with his scent and responded readily to my change in temperament. His grip on my throat loosened and became a nuzzle, the grinding of his hips less forceful, the claws in my side retracted slightly. I used the margin of space this created to roll onto my back, and cut off his warning growl by nuzzling at his throat and giving playful nips. He huffed his approval and lowered his head further. I bit down on his neck lightly, nipping at the prominent tendon at his throat. He stilled, waiting for me to return his mating mark. Instead I used my hind legs to rip into his stomach, raking my claws from the junction of his ribs to his pelvis, twisting my claws and digging in further as they made their way down. He didn't make a noise of pain but instead wrenched himself off me to get away from my claws.

I twisted over and ran for the city, paying little attention to the blasting of horns and squealing of tyres as I bolted across the road. I slowed as I reached the outskirts of the city, where there was still sufficient coverage of the forest I changed back. I collapsed onto my stomach, pressing myself into the dirt. Claws slowly, painfully, retracted into fingernails. I lay panting in the dirt, after a few seconds I pushed myself onto all fours and dry heaved into the dirt. The adrenaline moving through my body was starting to dissipate, leaving my muscles aching, my body shook with light tremors. I pushed myself to my feet, bits of grass and leaves clung to my naked body. I needed to find some clothes, and somewhere to wash the male werewolves scent from my body, no doubt he would be looking to kill after my slight of his affections. Though considering the number I did on his stomach I had the time to make a leisurely getaway, he wouldn't be sufficiently healed for at least 12 hours or so.

Standing at the edge of the trees I surveyed the town before me. My luck remained dismal. I was looking out onto the suburbs, houses spread far apart, no clothes hanging in the backyards. Walking naked through the streets here would have the police on me in no time. Instead I stuck to the woods, edging around the town until I could find something suitable to wear. I rubbed at the mark on my throat absently, it had already healed and flecks of dried blood fell to my shoulder.

Werewolves don't mate for life, a dominant male could choose his mate and he would remain mated to his female until a more dominant male beat him in a challenge or he lost interest in his chosen mate. I had about a month until his claiming mark disappeared, maybe longer, he had been gnawing on that spot like it was his favourite doggy treat. Honestly I had never been marked before, this was a new and horrifying experience for me.

Soon I would have to take a chance and enter the town, I was reaching the city limits and the trees were more spread out and closer to the buildings. Thankfully I had made it to the more dilapidated part of town, houses were crammed closer together, but more common were the big grey apartment buildings that loomed above them. This was the type of area where screaming loud music and domestic arguments were a constant background noise. This was the type of neighbourhood where a girl, naked except for the dirt and leaves caking her body, would be less likely to be reported.

I ran to one of the apartment buildings. Hoping it was the kind that had a communal laundry on the ground floor, but before I had a chance to look for a laundry something else caught my eye. A teenage boy. He was hiding behind a row of dumpsters and looked to be roughly my size. He startled when he saw me, dropped the cigarette he had been raising to his lips. I growled as he gave me a once over, his gaze too busy taking in my exposed breasts to notice my hand reaching towards him. I grabbed him by his lower jaw and slammed his head back into the dumpster behind him. The dumpster slid back with a groan and knocked into the one beside it. I cringed slightly at the noise, but the job was done, the boy slid bonelessly to the ground. I quickly stripped him of his clothes, a baggy purple hoodie and a pair of ridiculously tight pants I had some trouble getting him out of. The entire time I kept my ears tuned for the sound of approaching footsteps. I had an equal amount of trouble wriggling into the pants, but beggars can't be choosers. He had a wallet attached to his pants by a chain, I checked the contents quickly - $60, a key card and student I.D – before shoving it into the waistband of the pants, since there was no hope of fitting it in a pocket.

I made my way around the building, and started walking towards the major highway out of town. I smiled to myself as I caught sight of a cheap looking motel, Hollybrook manor, $45 a night, an old billboard outside the motel proclaimed. I wondered briefly if I should ask about an hourly rate, all I wanted to do was wash the males scent off of me. Though I can admit to myself, he does have a pleasant scent, like fresh saplings and cool fresh water, he smelt like spring in a young forest. Pleasant scent aside I did not want a mate.

My lack of identification was not an issue when registering for a room, I doubted they got many guests through here and were eager for anyone's money. The motel was two storeys of plain stone, in a U shape, surrounding the car-park, my room was located on the first floor. My nose started itching almost immediately after entering the room, dusty from lack of use and careless cleaning, rubbing my nose to ward off a sneezing fit I made my way to the bathroom. Shivers ran up my spine and my skin was itching uncomfortably, my body was under the influence of the hormones which were released when the male had bitten me. My brain and body were confused as to why I wasn't having sex with my mate right now. I wanted to be far away from here, distance from the male would hopefully put an end to these feelings, otherwise for the next couple of weeks I'd be rubbing myself up against everything like a dog in heat.

Goosebumps spread across my body as I wiggled my way out of the stupidly tight pants, the snug fabric torturing my raw nerve endings. I turned on the water and stood underneath the spray of the shower, the temperature of the water changed from hot to cold intermittently no matter how much I played with the knobs. At least the spray itself was a steady, heavy flow. I pressed at the soap dispenser on the wall, cringing at the chemical smell of the soap, but nonetheless scrubbing my body down with the small wash-cloth provided, I pressed at the shampoo and conditioner compartments of the dispenser, finding them both to be empty I ran the foul smelling gel body wash through my shoulder length hair, pulling out leaves and twigs and dropping them onto the shower floor. The receptionist hadn't even batted an eye at me, that definitely said something for the people who came through this place. The water had gone completely cold by the time I felt I had sufficiently removed the males scent. I scrubbed myself briskly with a towel and once again struggled into the tight jeans, my skin was still crawling and I wanted to be far away from this damn town.

I wiped at the fogged up mirror and pulled my hair away from my neck, surveying the mark, it looked a bit like an overzealous hickey, dark purple with angry red blotches where he had sunk his teeth in, it stood out painfully against my very pale skin. I dropped my hair and attempted to finger comb it, giving up almost immediately as my fingers got tangled in the mess. My curly black hair was hard to manage at the best of times, that soap had likely turned it into a brush snapping nightmare. Sighing in frustration, I eyed my reflection in the mirror, my own hazel eyes looked back at me with resignation.

How the hell had I gotten into this mess? Of course I knew. A broken down car on the way to a new life. I checked my GPS and decided what the hell, I could run the rest of the way to Albany, it was only a couple hundred kilometres away. Clearly that had been a mistake. I was still a hundred kilometres from where I needed to be and now I have a mate. I pulled the purple hoodie on as I left the bathroom, I froze in the doorway. If I had hackles they would be raised.

The male werewolf was lying on the bed. Human now. Naked. The only sign that I had tried to gut him were a few streaks of blood on his stomach and light bruising. My own stomach clenched in fear, he was a very powerful Alpha indeed, whose territory had I accidentally stumbled into? I wish I'd done more research into the wolf clans of my new area.

I remained frozen in place, staring him down while assessing my chances for escape. He was very attractive, my base instincts, my lupine side approved. To be poetic he was the day to my night. He had bronze skin with no discernible tanline. Thick, short brown hair, stylishly messy, though probably unintentionally. His full, dark pink lips quirked up as he noticed my perusal, a defined cupids bow softened the masculinity of his features, I felt a pang of jealousy at the dark, heavy lashes surrounding his blue eyes. His pretty eyes were rapidly turning feral as yellow bled in to replace the blue, he was excited, though his nakedness made that hard to hide.

I had two options, I could try to make it past him and out the front door or I could jump out the window in the bathroom. I'm almost certain he would catch me either way, dominance was rolling off him in waves, but he made no move to get off the bed. Did he expect me to go to him? Of course he did, he was an Alpha, bitches crawled on their stomachs over broken glass to be the mates of an Alpha. I took a small step back into the bathroom, he growled in response, tensing on the bed, the muscles of his stomach rolling with the motion. My throat suddenly went dry at the sound and an uncomfortable warmth was pooling in my stomach. I forced my eyes away from him and glanced into the bathroom, the window would be a squeeze, louvred glass, I would have to smash it to get through and I'd more than likely wound myself in the process. The male would easily be able to follow the blood trail I left. That option seemed to go along the lines of cutting off my nose to spite my face. So the door it is then. I took a step towards the door and incidentally the bed, the male visibly relaxed and a small smile pressed at his lips.

"Hello" I offered warily, a little disconcerted by the silence. He didn't offer a reply, just shifted on the bed, yellow eyes following my progress across the room.

"Don't" I froze at his rough command, my hand wavering in the air, caught in the process of reaching for the door handle. I let out a sigh and dropped my hand, of course trying to slink out of the room while the big, bad wolf watched on wouldn't work.

"I don't want this." I stated blankly, leaning my body back on the wall behind me. Again, no reply. "Ugh," I raked my hands through my hair in frustration, wincing as my fingers caught in knots and pulled at my scalp, this only helped to increase my anger. "Why?" It was meant as a rhetorical question, I understood by now he was proving a point. Proving dominance.

My wrists were grabbed in a tight hold and twisted behind my back, a knee shoved between my thighs before my startled brain could even think of retaliation. He pressed his face firmly into the junction of my throat and shoulder, snuffling at my skin, before licking the mark he had left before. I arched my back, trying to ease the pressure on my shoulders, my body pressed more tightly against his and he rolled his hips lightly in response, the pleasure that rippled across my body from that small movement was almost painful in its intensity.

I grit my teeth and tried to focus on the ache in my shoulders instead of the one building in my stomach, I was fighting a losing battle, this Alpha wanted to mate. Was determined to mate with me, and if I was honest with myself, under normal circumstances, I wouldn't be saying no to a one night stand with any man that looked as good as this one. How long had it been anyway? And consummating the mating would sate my ultra sensitive nerve endings. No one said I had to stay after this night was over. My reasons were all spilling into the just go with it category and with the way he was rocking his hips into mine while placing light nips along my throat and shoulder made it hard to hold onto any resistance.

Hips rolled against mine with more force, a light growl reverberated from the males throat. I caught his hungry, yellow eyes, he knew I hadn't been paying attention and he was insulted by the fact.

"I liked your scent." He breathed deeply into my hair, "Not now, now you smell disgusting."

"Uh, thanks?" Not sure about his sudden need to make conversation, or the way his deep, husky voice played havoc on my insides. I tilted my head to give him more access to my throat. He alternated between licking and biting at my throat, his stubble scratched deliciously against my delicate skin, causing me to shudder and try and pull my body closer to his. He released my captured hands and trailed his hands slowly down my body, resting briefly on my hips, gripping tightly, bruisingly. I reached up and gripped at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, uncertain if I should try to push him away or pull him closer. He rubbed his mouth across my neck, I let out a moan and gripped the hair at the nape of his neck. Tugging his lips back to where they had just been. His hands gripped my ass and pulled me up and closer, my feet leaving the ground, my thighs locked around his hips as he slammed me back into the wall. More bruises that I would find tomorrow, though right now I didn't care and I doubt I would in the morning. He rocked his hips in a slow, torturous rhythm, his erection sliding against my clothed crotch.

His hands ghosted over my body, feather light touches through my clothing that made my skin ache, he gripped the bottom of the hoodie and pulled away just far enough to pull it over my head and throw it somewhere behind him. His hands returned to my body, the teasing touches left a trail of goosebumps on my heated flesh, his calloused thumbs stroked at the underside of my soft breasts, before tracing them over my ribs. I growled into his ear at his blatant teasing, biting down on the lobe and licking up the small droplets of blood. I grabbed his hand roughly and pulled it back to my breast, forcing his palm over the globe and arching my back.

I let out a low moan and rocked my hips into his as he rolled my nipple between his fingers, I kissed my way slowly up his neck, biting down whenever the embarrassing urge to moan overcame me. I kissed across his jaw and rubbed my cheek against his stubble, dodging his attempt to capture my lips in a kiss. He growled in frustration, squeezing at my breast roughly, I moaned and dragged my lips across his, nibbling on his full bottom lip before he took control of the kiss.

I slid my hands down his chest, scratching my nails over his nipples as I made my way further down, tracing over his hardened abs and digging my nails into the bruised flesh of his stomach, revelling in the feel of his muscles clenching in response. He nipped softly at my lips with a groan, and I smirked against his lips. Someone likes it rough then.

I slid my finger down the length of his erection, before clasping my hand around his shaft, he rocked his hips into my grip, I rubbed my thumb against his dripping head, smearing it with precum.

"Bed?" I breathed into his lips.

"Definitely." He rasped in reply, pulling away from the wall and walking us over to the double bed in the centre of the room. He unhooked my legs from around his waist and dropped me into the centre of the bed, leaning over to place kisses across my stomach as he undid my pants. I laughed quietly when they wouldn't come off easily, me looked up and caught my eye, mischief dancing in his eyes "I hope you aren't too attached to these pants." he raked clawed nails down the front and pulled the shredded fabric away from my body.

"The boy I stole them from might be upset," I replied with a shrug, spreading my legs to accommodate his form as he crawled his way up my body.

"I'm not going to be gentle," He warned. Slipping his fingers inside me, stretching me slightly, thumb rubbing delicious circles across my clit. I arched into him. Moaning loudly and biting down on his shoulder harshly, I still had enough sense about me to stop before I broke the skin.

"Good." I breathed, "I don't want gentle." I moaned at the loss as he slid his fingers out of my dripping heat. He smirked and dropped a kiss onto my lips as he thrust his hips harshly against mine, sliding fully into me in one thrust.

Head pounding, mouth fuzzy, stomach rolling and skin tingling unpleasantly, waking up from a mating induced lust haze is far worse than any drinking bender. I lay on my back, taking in all the aches of my body, some pleasant, others uncomfortable. After four amazing orgasms, muscles I didn't even know I had protested at every slight movement. The male responsible for each and every one of my aches and pains was sleeping beside me, one arm draped casually over my stomach, the other thrown across his face. I rolled over, checking the time on the bedside clock as I slipped from the bed. The male didn't make the slightest move at my departure, clearly his creepy dominant need to keep track of me was sated with his lust. I didn't bother looking for my clothes, I simply let myself out of the motel room noiselessly and shifted into my wolf form. Running towards the forest without looking back.

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A/N: This is the first anything that I have written in a long time, personally I feel I'm completely off in the tone of the story, maybe I should rewrite it in third person? I didn't mention any names in this chapter and that is on purpose. The whole story will be two-three chapters. No more than 15K words. Reviews would be amazing, if you want to tell me I suck please tell me why. Thanks for reading.