Christmas With Wolves

On the night of a full moon, the tall glass window of a man’s ski lodge reveals the werewolf inside his girlfriend. With one bite, her curse is his. The man has no idea the next full moon is Christmas Eve. That is, until his girlfriend awakes at midnight, her tail wagging against his lap. He knows she’s in heat, knows that he’s changing too, and is about to discover that primal desires don’t take holidays.

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The more you stare at the moon, the more you feel its energy pour into your body like water into a glass. Your left hand whisks the curves of your nightgown-covered breast and grazes the erect nipple. A jingling pleasure from the contact makes you gasp skyward and you instantly begin to feel wet between your legs.

Very soon your secret will reveal itself to me. There is nowhere for you to hide.

Right when you begin to notice my presence, a kiss on the back of your neck comes at just the right time. Your head turns back over your right shoulder and our faces meet in a kiss. The hairs on my beard tickle your shoulder. Your right hand squeaks down the glass and whips its hand to the back of my head, your fingers running through my hair. My arms embrace you and my left hand drags up to the nipple on your right breast. The contact makes you step back and my underwear-covered member pokes you playfully on the butt.

As our kiss continues, the energy that filled you begins to work its magic. It accelerates you, makes you hunger more for what is to come than ever before. You spin toward me and kiss my chest, then my lips again, and your breasts mash into my body. Building on your speed, my hands begin to grab at the bottom of your nightgown, hiking it up hungrily, and your naked butt presses into the cold glass as our momentum pushes you back. Just for a moment, we separate and I yank the nightgown over your head, dispatching it swiftly to the floor a few feet from the fireplace. You shift your weight toward me and press your naked skin against mine, our hearts beating together, our warming bodies trying to fuse into one. I take a step back to keep my balance, then feel your fingers wedge beneath the elastic band of my boxer-briefs. You yank them down in a flash, letting my length stretch out.