Elsa
The night sky is a dark blanket above us. Dark and beautiful. I'm too weak to ride the waves, so I'm riding on Icar's back. Rather, his wolf. His body is warm even submerged in cold waters. It's incredible, and I don't want to let go, even though I should be planning ways to subdue him once we reach dry land. I know what awaits us there. Salty sprays buzz around us. The choppers are not far behind. Icar is fast.
"Faster," I urge, kicking his side with my heel like he's a horse. His wolf lets out a rumbling growl that makes me a mess down there before picking up pace.
I crouch lower and mold my body against his back. I wrap my arms round his fur till I finger his nipples under water. I pinch them, and he leaps out of the sea before crashing in again. Water fills my nostrils and throat, but I'm cackling instead of coughing. He begins to zigzag. This way and that, his powerful form cutting through the waves. The chopper blades are louder in the night. My blood boils, and I feel my wolf shifting awake from her slumber.
I want to leap off and swim alongside him. The beast in me calls for a race. But I know he won't let me off his back, no matter how many times I try to push him over the edge. I shouldn't be pushing his buttons. I should be focused on relaxing against him till he gets us to safety. But I simply cannot pass up this opportunity to see how far I can push this big, bad wolf. Something tells me there's a darker, beastlier side buried beneath this form, and my cunt floods his back at the prospect.
This chase has been going on for minutes, if not hours. Icar never tires. In fact, his speed and power grow more violent as the minutes tick by. The full moon looms above us, bright and clear like a beacon. Eventually, Icar stops zigzagging and arrows towards the moon.
I understand why soon. We've lost our chasers. The relief I feel is not welcome. I still tense. Anything can happen. I mean, this is the sea we're talking about. There could be dangerous beasts lurking beneath, waiting to ambush us.
My fear gradually recedes. Icar's pulse is steady. His strong and firm heartbeat soothes my body. He slows down to a comfortable tempo. The lull hits me, and my eyelids grow heavier.
I allow sleep to carry me, almost. My eyes snap open. Dry land nears. My heart dances with joy at the prospect of putting my feet on solid ground again. Swimming with Icar was fun, but I'm a land creature. Nothing compares.
The adrenaline I thought had evaded me comes back with full, biting force. My breath catches as the fog clears to reveal what looks like an abandoned shipping container about ten yards ahead. My muscles tense. I don't want him to drop me like he's my savior. I want to leap off his back and land before him. I want to show him that I'm dangerous too. More than him.
I let him carry me anyway. He trots to a toppled rectangular container large as a building, the entrance looking like the entrance of a tunnel with darkness in the end.
I sit up straight. The squelch of his steps leaves pawprints in the mud. They can trace us.
Let them come.
I'm surprised at this confidence. I refuse to acknowledge Icar as the source.
When the moonlight finally fades and the dark, cobwebbed entrance of the container welcomes us, Icar's form shifts, and I roll off his back before he's fully human. But he catches me before I can touch ground and straddles me. My back kisses the cold sand. His arousal swells and burns my stomach. We are both naked from having transformed fully.
Icar's grin is devilish, and wet heat gushes out of my cunt as he pins my arm above my head.
My fingers fold at the loss of the only advantage I have over him.
Or not.
I knot my legs around his torso and press my heels against his lower back, bringing him down to me. His grip loosens. I sit up and lock both my arms around his thick neck, cutting off his oxygen supply.
I grin at his failed attempts to break free. Alpha or not, maintaining a fully transformed state for such a long period makes shifters weak.
His next move surprises me. He pushes up on his feet. I maintain my choke while still clinging to his torso.
He moves, and my back rams against the wall. I cough. He finally ducks out of my choke and cups my face, tilting my head up so all I see is the dark ceiling while my neck is bared to him. He takes a lick, and my legs weaken around him. He growls. I feel his arousal pulse and swell against the folds of my pussy. He's bigger by the minute, and I salivate and claw his back.
The world is a blur when his hips finally move. But the bastard does not penetrate me. His shaft glides against my folds. Once, then again and again, vigorously. I feel like I'm about to explode from the mere friction.
His growls are dark and animalistic. His face squeezes, and his back bunches. He keeps moving, mindlessly. I see black with white half-moons popping. His teasing does not satisfy my hunger. It makes it wilder. My claws dig into his back and draw blood. The scent maddens me, and I snarl. I almost bite off his lips. His teeth graze mine when he smiles. My legs spasm, and I try to touch ground, but he gropes my ass and keeps me straddled against him.
I yowl when his claws dig into my flesh. He shuts me up with a kiss so forceful I can't breathe. Instead of pushing him away, my fingers rake his ocean-slicked hair. His hot mouth pours saliva down my chin. He licks my nape again, then my scar. He stops there, tonguing it while I gasp for air.