Chapter 4

"What the hell?" she had time to yelp then felt a hard thump on her back bumper, snapping her head forward. Her pick-up wobbled in the slippery snow. Sherl's heart leaped into her throat. The idiot behind her was going to run her off the road. She glanced in her mirrors but could only see headlights. She couldn't tell what kind of car was behind her. She stepped on the gas to get out of the way, but that made her fishtail.

There was another thump as the car behind her bumped her again. This time her truck went into a slow spin and skidded to the right, sideways off the road. Her truck crunched over the embankment. Then with a final slow turn, it slid nose first into a ditch filled with snow. The engine stalled.

Sherl blinked, surprised that she was still in one piece. With an ugly curse, she started the truck and put it in reverse. The tires spun throwing gouts of snow. The truck rocked back a few inches then rolled forward into the ditch. She was stuck.

"God dam'mit!" she swore.

Something moved by her driver-side window. She yelped in surprise but couldn't see a damn thing through the falling snow. Then her door handle was jiggled. Shuddering in fear, Sherl heaved a sigh as she realized that her door was locked.

Something came smashing through the window and she screamed in fright as glass sprayed into the cab. A gloved hand reached in to open the door.

Sherl scrambled to the passenger door. Flipping the lock, she threw the door open tumbling out into the snow-filled ditch. On her hands and knees, she scrambled away from the road, up the embankment through the brush then into the trees. The snow melted from her touch so fast, she barely felt the cold, only damp. Her breath steamed as she bolted through the trees. Falling snow kissed her cheeks. Branches slapped at her face and tore at her flannel shirt as she fled uphill in panic.

'There has to be a house around here somewhere.' Her breath coming in clouds, she climbed the snowy hill as fast as her sneakers and clawing hands could get her. She could hear nothing but the hissing of the falling snow, her feet, the snapping of branches and her own breathing as she fled.

Something grabbed her ankle and she fell to her hands in the snow. Turning at bay, she raised fists and snarled, teeth bared. Kevin's dark head and gleaming yellow eyes met her terrified gaze.

"Come on, Princess, we don't have time for this." He pulled and she slid in the snow toward him. He grabbed her thigh in a punishing grip.

"You son of a bitch! You pushed me off the road? I could'a been killed you ass!" Now she was really pissed.

"Not anymore, you're a lot harder to kill these days. Now come on - before the roads close completely." He pulled and grabbed for her arm.

With a vicious snarl, she lunged at him, fists swinging. To her complete surprise, she caught him on the jaw with a satisfying smack. In blank astonishment, he raised a hand to his jaw then his eyes narrowed grimly. In sudden fear, she kicked out. With a muffled curse, he released her. She rolled to her feet and bolted back up the hill.

A flying tackle slammed her to the snow covered ground with Kevin's full weight on top of her. His body was an inferno against her back. She bucked trying to throw him off. His powerful hands gripped her wrists and yanked them to the small of her back. She heard the metallic sound of a belt buckle being released and the sound of him pulling his belt from his pants. She twisted her shoulders but he held her fast.

She heard him panting as he sat up atop her, his thighs straddling hers, his coat cloaking them both. Sherl suddenly realized that she could feel and smell Kevin's massive erection pressing against the small of her back. The image of him pulling down her jeans to mount her from behind flooded her thoughts. She shuddered with fear and violent lust.

"It's time to go, Princess," Kevin growled. Sherl's sweet scent of semi-aroused female and musky sweat from her proximity to her first change had him painfully hard. He tried breathing through his mouth to reduce the aroma but quickly discovered that he could actually taste her heat on his tongue.

He could feel own beast struggling to rise in response to hers. If he didn't get her to his cabin immediately, he was going to take her here in the snow. With his beast so close to the surface, this would be no gentle coupling. Using his weight, he held the struggling girl face down in the snow then wrapped his narrow belt around her wrists, tying it tight.

"Stop trying to fight me, dam'mit," he growled even as his beast wanted her to fight. It was exciting him, urging him to take her brutally, here and now. As he held her pinned beneath him, the idea of possessing her and riding her to completion while in the throes of her change was intoxicating. Frustration built up from the aborted episode in the jeep earlier when she had gone down on him, wasn't helping any.

"Fuck you!" she snapped, spitting snow.

"My pleasure," he smiled grimly. 'That's it.' She was going to acknowledge his dominance right here and right now. He knew he wasn't thinking very clearly, but at the moment, he really didn't care.

Sitting up in the snow, he flipped her over onto her back, her hands trapped under her body. Throwing his leg back over her thighs, he pushed his trapped hardness against her crotch. He then leaned over her, pressing hips into her yet holding the weight of his shoulders on his elbows, his long leather coat cloaking them both from the falling snow.

Licking his lips in anticipation, he pressed his face against the softness of her breasts, nuzzling against the hard nipples that were trying to poke through the snow-damped flannel of her shirt. His lips closed on a prominent nipple rising under the flannel. Nipping and sucking he pulled it and the fabric into his mouth. Using his teeth very gently, he closed on the hard nipple and rolled it, tugging.

"What the hell are you doing?" she gasped then moaned. His teeth and lips were making the hair on her scalp rise. She couldn't decide if it was fear or excitement.

Slowly and deliberately, he slid his trapped erection against her heat, back and forth, making her feel his need. He hissed with the incredible pleasure then began to unbutton her flannel shirt.

"I'm taking up your invitation, Sherl." His voice dropped octaves lower, a voice barely human. "To fuck you."

In sudden impatience, he pulled the damp flannel apart and buttons sprayed across the snow. The shirt parted revealing her lacy white bra. Her soft stomach rose and fell with her heaving breath. His gloved fingers slid possessively across her over-warm flesh. His lips followed, tasting the satin skin his fingers explored. Tasting the whisper of power rising from her skin from her beast trying to rise.

She felt his hand slide down to her belt. Casually he tugged it open then free. The button to her damp jeans followed. Her zipper being drawn down seemed loud in the winter silence. His gloved hand slid down into the opening and felt hot against the roundness of her tummy. With glittering slitted eyes, he used his other hand to pull his knife from his boot. It opened with a loud snick.

"I suggest you lay very still," he growled with a feral smile. She froze. The flat of the blade grazed her skin as he slid it under her bra. Pulling sharply, the delicate lace parted against the blade, releasing her breasts to his mercy. He licked his lips at the sight of her russet nipples. They hardened visibly from the sudden exposure.

"Damn'it Kevin! What part of 'no' don't you get?" Sherl snapped, primitive, feminine fear warring with her growing urgency. She writhed under him, struggling and secretly pleased that he had to use his entire body to hold her down in the snow. Something within her refused to back down, refused to give in. Refused to be submissive to his dominance.

"You have two choices," he said as he rubbed his cheek against her full breasts, breathing deeply of her delicious female scent. His stubble rasped her nipples. His golden eyes locked onto hers. The coffee brown of her eyes was drowning in gold, becoming a rich sea green. "You can stop fighting me and I will drive us both out to my cabin where we can fuck each other senseless in privacy…"

Sherl shuddered hard beneath him from his graphic words, lust gripping her vitals, her hips lifted against his trapped erection. Her moans joined his at the pleasure.

"Or," he continued, breathing deeply, "I can take you now, right here in the snow."

"I thought you said I have to go through some kind of change." She was stalling. She knew it. Somehow, she figured that he knew it too. She was also trying not to breathe too deeply. The smell of his potent arousal was washing over her and her body was very much inclined to let him take her right then and there.

"Mmm, yes," he purred in reply, "the change." His silky head dipped to her soft belly where he rubbed his face like great cat. "But, there aren't any houses near here and I don't live too far over this hill."

As he pressed against her, she could feel the vibration of his deep rumbling growl against her skin. Lunging up her body suddenly, the hard wall of his chest pressed against the softness of her naked breasts. His lips were but a kiss away.

"I guess you could say it's kind of a way to burn off excess energy 'til I can take you out to properly hunt." He nuzzled the side of her neck, burrowing under her ear. He opened his mouth and dug his teeth lightly into the muscle, creating erotic shivers.

"Hunt?" She licked dry lips as she tried very hard not to move against him. The fullness of his dick was pressing directly on her clit and it felt far too good. To her dismay, she unconsciously rocked her hips up against him.

"Once you change, you will need to feed," he whispered directly into her ear. She could feel the tip of a damp tongue tracing the shell of her ear. "There are a lot of deer where I live. Once you make your first kill, drink your first living blood, you'll be able to change whenever you like, so to speak."

Sherl felt her panties dampen and a hard bolt of lust slam low in her belly at the thought of running down and killing a deer to eat it still warm. She sobbed in reaction to her warring feelings. She was a nice girl. Nice girls didn't kill animals then want to eat them, to drink their blood as it pumped into her mouth from a still beating heart. Nice girls didn't get horny over the idea either. Nice girls didn't want to fuck in the steaming blood spattered snow.

"I can smell your lust, Princess," he chuckled. "You want me to fuck you right here in the snow." His words were barely more than a breath.

God help her, but he was right. That son of a bitch! Lunging she snapped, biting for his throat. With blinding speed, he lurched out of range. Her teeth closed on the collar of his coat. Using a palm for leverage, he shoved her back onto the ground.

"You're gonna have to be a lot quicker than that," he chuckled. His eyes were pools of molten gold as he smiled viciously down at her.

"Why can't you just leave me the hell alone?" She was pleading, and part of her wanted to sink her teeth into the smug bastard. She wanted very badly to see the color of his blood, to taste it, warm and alive on her tongue.

"It's far too late for that. What's your pick, my cabin or right here?"

"Get off me you!" she screamed. Digging in her heels she bucked hard to throw him off.

"I guess that means right here, right now," he growled right back as he held her down with brute force. His mouth set in a grim line, he threw his leather coat off onto the snow next to them. With inhuman speed he rose off of her then bodily tossed her onto his coat.