Taming the Werewolf - 6
#6 of Taming the Werewolf
Amanda traced her fingers along an imaginary shape on her pillow as she lay in bed, listening to Jacob's breathing patterns while he slept.. It was all she could do to distract herself. She had gone to sleep for a very brief time, but she was too wound up, full of energy, to stay asleep. While her husband rested peacefully under the covers, she found that the heat of the animal inside her was too overwhelming to contain. Her completely naked frame lay horizontally on the bed, exposed to the open air that cooled her skin, as the nighttime faded into bits of daylight that began to reflect across her stiff, warm breasts. She shifted her legs, and she felt resistance as the dried juices of their lovemaking just hours earlier irritated patches of skin on her thighs.
She recalled Jacob telling her what had happened shortly after the full moon rose last night. She hazily recalled dinner shortly after the werewolf within her tried to push out. The heat of the attempted change overwhelmed her, blocking out the events after they had eaten. She had taken him to the bedroom and made love, and for the life of her, she couldn't quite recall what she had done. He told her she was aggressive, frightening him during their moment of passion. Very quickly, she was apologetic. Being so dominant wasn't in her nature. They were both romantic at heart, even to this day, so being thought of as vanilla didn't bother or shame them. That's not what kept them together all this time.
Still, Amanda was worried about the moments she couldn't control herself, and the moments she couldn't remember. To make it up to him, she tried to please him with their more usual passion. She found she still had a pent-up sexual energy that clearly wasn't satisfied during her first release, a sign that the werewolf certainly lingered underneath her skin. She tried to imagine what sex would be without the werewolf. How did Amanda do it? What aroused Jacob? During that slow, deliberate half hour building up their orgasms once again, Amanda tried to piece together how exactly humans mated...made love. Her mind was too clouded, too foggy to recall it right away.
Hands on his shoulders, her body on top of his, gently swaying back and forth as he stretched her out, stimulating the insides of her body that had already felt electric. Her blood was already pumping too hot, too fast, and she was so tempted to assert more control over her mate...lover! Jacob was her lover!
The werewolf teased her. But she didn't want to hurt Jacob, and she certainly didn't want to black out again. But each thrust wasn't enough to get her excited enough to build that tension in the pit of her stomach that would eventually release into orgasm. She needed...wanted more. And the beast inside her demanded she do more.
All during their lovemaking, Amanda watched Jacob's face intently. She was determined to please him more than excite herself. It was difficult, and it was agonizing to hold off on her own gratification. His member felt warm and stimulating inside of her, and her tightness, tighter than what she used to know, took advantage of every bit of him. But she knew their thrusting wasn't going to satisfy her, and so the stimulation was little more than a torturous tease.
The only way she and her werewolf would find orgasm was for her to let herself out, to not hold back. Unleash herself, let her instincts run wild, release the animal inside her.
Amanda had felt her self-control slip away with each time they rocked back and forth on the bed, and the collapse of her restraint was painful to say the least. And she was ready to let go, until she felt her lover tense up and explode inside of her.
His spunk was warm and coated her insides, providing her with equal parts pleasure as the friction ebbed away, and pain as she remained far from her own gratification. Still, Amanda's grin matched Jacob's when he found his orgasm. She even found herself moaning as hard as he did when he came. When he laughed, she laughed. When he stopped, so did she.
Amanda had never had to fake an orgasm before. But for Jacob's sake, she wanted him to believe she enjoyed it as much as he did.
His grateful smile seared into her memory, and she repressed all resentment she felt in that moment, just so she could make him happy.
His face was just as peaceful when she looked at him, watching him sleep. So tranquil, so caring, so vanilla, so dull. The werewolf inside hated it. It was burning to get out of her, thwarted only by the treatment she had been trying to make it livable to be a lycanthrope. And as she rested in bed, she began to feel regret. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. Maybe the animal did need to be unleashed.
Did that mean hurting Jacob? Killing animals and maybe other people? What if she were discovered? Could she stand to live the rest of her life in a cage in the middle of a laboratory? Was this human existence she so desperately wanted to hold on to something she was forbidden to have?
The werewolf threatened to take that away from her, to take Jacob away from her. Amanda looked at him again. The face of a husband she loved so much. She wasn't going to give him and this life up without a fight.
She had traced the same shape on her pillow a thousand times before the full moon outside cooled. The heat it had provided on her skin finally began to wear away. The werewolf was finally tiring out, and the internal changes inside her would soon reverse. Amanda braced for the pain, lying on her side and facing away from Jacob while she looked out the window. The full moon stood out in a sky that was beginning to brighten. It would come back to taunt her soon enough.
Her muscles tensed, and her hands rolled up into fists as she willed herself to welcome the reverse transformation. For a moment, she expected to have her fur slide into her skin or fall away completely, but as a reformed werewolf, she had no fur. Just the faint traces of her lycanthropy manifest in her senses gone wild and instincts nearly uncontrollable.
Amanda's body grew colder, suddenly missing and wanting the warmth that the change of the werewolf gave her. She wrapped her arms around her legs and formed some version of a ball so she could hold on to some of that warmth. She felt smaller, more insignificant as her human features reasserted themselves. It was her muscular frame, so tight against her skin during the full moon, that was softening and draining every bit of energy from her. By the time she was fully, unquestionably human, she was left so weak and exhausted that she almost felt like crying. Her breaths had become so staggered that she forgot how to breathe. Why did the werewolf go to sleep? What did she do? How could she get the beast back?
She turned her face into her pillow to wipe away bits of tension from her eyes.
"Honey, are you okay?"
The voice of a man brought her back to reality. Amanda needed a moment to recall who it was. Her mate...her lover...her husband...Jacob. She had waken him as her human side took full control at the end of a full moon night.
She felt his hand running across her arm as she her body remained facing away from him. She liked his warm hand tracing her now cold skin. She composed herself, adjusting her head so the pillow cover could absorb the last bits of tears and sweat from her face. She wore her best fake smile before she turned to look at him.
"Good morning," she said gently.