The She-Wolf's Human Mate

It's a warm Friday afternoon as Jake lies down on the couch, hands clasped behind his head. Staring up at the ceiling, the 20 years old mulls over whether his decision to stay in the dorm room doing nothing but lying on the couch is the right one. He sighs, realizing how boring his life must seem to an observer, and that the observer would probably be right in making such an assessment. Despite his roommate Ray trying to get him to go to parties, the young man just couldn't muster up the energy for it.

Suddenly, the roommate in question bursts into the room. The two men have become very close friends since the start of orientation when they arrived at the college. Ray is excitedly gasping, perplexing the bored Jake, interesting him enough to finally sit up and look over. "What is it?" he grumpily asks in that moody tone, signifying how he is really looking for some relaxation.

Ray sniggers, before telling the other guy "You've really got to get out of this room sometimes. Listen, you remember what I've told you about Claire?" Jake frowns at this slightly, trying to recall their previous conversations. He shakes his head slightly, making his friend sigh. "The blonde sorority chick with that amazing rack? Who's been seen blowing Tyrone's meat in the toilet by some of her pledge sisters?"

"Ah! That Claire," Jake realizes, now smirking at the already grinning man. "Finally succeeded in seducing her, have you?" Ray nods rapidly in answer, making his roommate smile with approval. "Well, congratulations buddy. I'll make myself scarce now so you can bring her over to blow her back out," Jake says, deciding to just head off campus and go to the local cafe to chill out for a while.

His roommate quickly stops him. "Oh, no, no, no. You don't have to. I can bring her over later. I know I've been pushing you to go outside for some time now but if you really want to stay in here and..." At this, Jake simply waves his hand with a dismissive air, gathering his wallet and phone, before turning to smile brightly at his roommate and best friend.

"No worries, man," he says, patting the taller guy on his shoulder, stuffing his wallet into his trouser's pocket. "You were right. I really do spend way too much time moping in this room. Just leave the good old sock on the doorknob so I don't walk in on your romp, okay?" Jake makes one request, not wanting to witness the sight of his friend having hot, passionate sex.

"Of course," Ray assures him as the smaller young man walks outside the door, making sure to close it behind him as he leaves. He sighs as he heads down the hallway, making his way past many other fellow college students living on the same floor. The man waves at some of them in a friendly way that comes naturally to him, being generally nice to other people for as long as he could remember.

Soon, Jake is outside the campus and nearing the small place he enjoys going to for dinner. With a grin on his face, he pushes the door open and enters the establishment, smiling at the ever so friendly manager and sitting at a table near the front. Ordering the same vanilla latte he always asks for, the boy begins to sip from the straw as he waits for his other order, the chicken salad, to arrive.

When it does, the boy starts forking the greens into his mouth eagerly, also enjoying the thin slices of chicken as well. The dressing is as lovely as always and that, along with the nice latte, is more than enough to convince him to leave a nice amount of tip. He smiles at the waitress as he leaves, walking away in a carefree manner, prancing about a little like he always did when he was a little kid.

He has only been skipping along for a bit though, before noticing something unusual. Or rather, someone. Lying on the ground in front of him is clearly a humanoid form. Most likely a woman, judging by the long, silky hair flowing halfway down her back. Jake tentatively approaches. Unsurprisingly, his assumption is proven correct as he gets a decent view of her face. And what a face it is.

She is obviously attractive, perhaps not in a conventionally beautiful way. Her features are hard and sharp, unforgiving, with the chiseled, a bit masculine-looking jawline that looks like it has been sculpted from marble. The black leather jacket and crop top fail to hide a muscled yet curvy and feminine body, with perfectly sized breasts and wide hips, and full, thick thighs.

Jake quickly shakes his head, getting rid of these perverted thoughts. Crouching down, he then notices a pool of blood gathering by her stomach. That explains why she looks so pale and weak, unable to get up. The woman, probably around his age, is still breathing, much to his relief. Feeling around slightly, he manages to locate what he believes to be her wound and places his hand firmly over it, pressing down and trying to slow down the bleeding.

"Wait for me," he says, trying to keep calm as he dashes over to the Walmart nearby. Grabbing a saline bottle, a pack of gauze, and a roll of tape, he quickly purchases all the objects, rushing back to the scene where she is still lying on the tarmac.

Without further ado, he pulls her shirt up enough to reveal the deep wound. Washing away the blood and cleaning around the site with the saline water, he places a gauze over the bleeding hole. Then the boy tapes it onto her skin, hoping this would buy enough time.

"Please, stay with me. Just wait for a minute," he tries to tell her in the most comforting voice. Then he reaches for his phone to call for an ambulance. Before he could do that though, she reaches up with one hand, grasping his wrist tightly. He is astounded by how firm and powerful her grip is, given the severe condition she appears to be in because of her injury. It feels like she could easily shatter the bone if she wanted to. There is something else about her appearance that is boggling him, but he couldn't determine just what.

The attractive brunette's vice-like grip loosens slightly as she notices the grimace on his face. "Sorry," she whispers in a raspy voice. Great. Now she sounds like she's dehydrated too. "But please, don't call 911." As soon as she finishes that sentence, the woman begins coughing violently, further alarming the boy. It's a good thing there's no blood on her hand from after she covered her mouth. That means her lung hasn't been punctured. One less thing to worry about.

"But you're seriously wounded," Jake protests anyway. That much is obvious, even to a non-medical expert like him. She sighs, gathering her strength and rising to her feet, placing an arm around his shoulders. The young man quickly supports her, helping her get up under her legs as best he could. "Are you really, really sure you shouldn't go to a hospital right now?"

The girl turns to face him directly. Her eyes look into his almost searchingly before she replies "Please don't take me there. I really can't let anyone know where I am." Suddenly Jake is struck with a horrible thought. What if she is an escaped violent criminal who just got into a gang fight? That would perfectly explain both her injury and not wanting the authorities or anyone else to know of her whereabouts. He might have just helped out a dangerous gangster.

Jake pushes these thoughts aside, realizing that, even if she's a gangster, her life is still worth saving. The ideal thing would be to take her to the hospital, but since she's adamant not to go there, it would be better to just ask her where she would rather go. "Where do you want me to take you?" he asks cautiously. "It will be very difficult for you to get anywhere like this by yourself," the young man quickly adds.

She frowns a moment, before saying "Just let me prop myself up with your shoulders. I'll walk and you support me. I'm Amanda, by the way. I'm an 18 years old high school girl," Jake notes the prompting and quickly tells her his own name, doing exactly as she suggested and letting her walk with him supporting her weight. Amanda is surprisingly capable of walking, given the amount of blood loss implied by the pool on the ground.

The young woman heads several blocks down the road, limping along the sidewalk, before leaning against a tree. As her hand rests on it, she accidentally gives it a push. When Amanda removes her hand, Jake is stunned to see a palm imprint on the trunk where she was touching it earlier. "H H How did you do that?" he gapes, making the woman frown again, eventually realizing what he is asking her about.

"Oh, that," she snorts lightly. Grunting with pain, she places a hand on her wound. "Well, I suppose you could say I'm a bit stronger than the average girl. Benefits of working out, you know?" The last part is accompanied by a lewd smirk as she flexes her biceps. He is still dubious though, but couldn't figure out a way to probe and get more answers from her.

It is only now that he realizes exactly what about her has been bothering him earlier. Her eyes seem to be red. Not the 'burst capillaries from crying' type of red but scarlet. He only sees it briefly but is quite sure that it is there. Amanda doesn't let on anything though. The young woman keeps on heading along the same path over the next several minutes until she reaches a small building.

Heading inside, she takes him in with her, leading him straight towards her room. It is minimalistic, with only a few essentials and a small area constituting the living room. The walls are barren, yet not in bad condition. She has kept the place reasonably clean. The young man is impressed by the neatness of the room, but that isn't much since most of the rooms he has been in over the past couple of years belong to messy college guys like himself.

"Can I get you some coffee?" Amanda asks him out of the blue. Gaping, Jake stares at her in shock. "Or perhaps tea? I just presumed coffee since I could smell the Vanilla Latte on your breath." The man now quickly brings up his hand to cup his mouth, trying to smell his own breath. Nope. He can't smell it distinctly. It's there but not that obviously. Their faces haven't been that close so how could she have smelt it?

She turns to face him from in her kitchen, smiling at him widely. Jake grins weakly back, feeling nervous and self-conscious all of a sudden. He suddenly realizes that something else is weird about her earlier statement. "You're asking me what I want to drink when you're injured and bleeding like that? Please, let me have a look at the wound. If you won't let me take you to the hospital, then at least allow me to see what I can do to help clean it."

Amanda shrugs, before quickly yanking her shirt over her head, further stunning the young man by her brazenness. Her wash-board stomach is perfectly flat and lightly toned with muscles. Yet that is not the first thing that catches his eyes. It's the fact that, after she rips away the bandage, he can see that there is no longer a wound where there was earlier. She has healed completely.

"See? I'm perfectly fine now. You were so sweet, though, making sure I was okay when you found me." She walks towards him slowly, an almost predatory glint in her eyes. The man finds himself backing away slightly, when she grabs his chin with her powerful hand, holding his head in place as she plants her lips on his, sticking her tongue in his mouth. The young man is still astounded by the sudden turn of events but couldn't break free from her.

It terrifies him how easily she traps his lithe body against her firm, solid one. With one arm around his midsection, she effectively stops him from struggling. Her searing kiss blows his mind as he becomes weak in her embrace. As she moves back, he notices something else he has failed to notice before. Namely, the young woman's unusually sharp teeth.

They look more like a wolf's canines, long-pointed and curved. He feels startled when she suddenly tells him "Come back here tomorrow, as soon as you wake up, or I'll break into your college dorm room myself. I can't be with you tonight. Not when it's a full moon." Needless to say, this perplexes Jake, but he nods anyway, promising to return. Before he could leave though, she seizes him by the wrist.

Turning around, he is astounded when she leaps forward, planting her lips on his neck, sucking and biting gently, nibbling his skin and lightly piercing the outer layer. Gasping, he backed away, bringing up his hand to feel around the point of contact. Looking in the mirror, the man discovers that she must have given him a hickey. That must be what is on him right now.

"I just want people to know you are mine," she says, waving dismissively at Jake's confused look, before ushering him out the door. "Remember. If you don't come here, I'll go over to your room and drag you back with me." Jake walks out of the building with a stunned expression on his face the entire way, completely bewildered by the dramatic turn of events.

He takes the walk back there at a regular pace, trying to clear his mind of the countless thoughts. This proves to be fruitless. After all, this is the first time he has ever been kissed. It's not something one forgets easily. Still, Jake feels like that woman is very odd. It doesn't take away from his feelings for her but makes him confused about who she really is.

The man is curious why his fellow students are looking at him strangely as he walks about. Indeed, some of the women are giggling at him for some reason. Jake has a feeling it has something to do with his appearance, yet he couldn't put a finger on precisely what it is about how he looks. It's right on the tip of his tongue as he re-enters his dorm room.

He finally realizes what it is as he enters and finds Ray inside, now by himself. Ray takes one cursory glance at his friend and raises his eyebrows in surprise. "Dude, your neck," he whispers, pointing towards it with a trembling finger. "Y Y You got a hickey!" Jake suddenly figures out the meaning of all the weird looks he has been receiving. It all makes sense for him now. They were surprised that a complete lowlife like him actually had a make out session with a girl.

"Oh, you mean this thing over here?" he asks brightly, gesturing towards the spot cheerfully. Ray quickly nods his head, still not getting over the fact that his dearest roommate actually got necked today. "Yeah, I know. I was surprised she'd want to do that on the first date, too." He heads over to his bed and sits down, finding his favorite move on the bedside table and reaching for it. Plopping the book open, he begins to read as Ray continues to stare, still in disbelief.

Ray shakes his head, getting himself out of that hazy stupor. "So who is she, anyways?" he asks, wanting to find out more, sitting on his own bed now. Jake decides not to tell him that his shirt is on backwards. "C'mon, tell me more about her!" The young man shakes his head at this request, not wanting to divulge anymore than he already did by leaving the mark visible on his neck like this. It isn't something he feels discussing, even with someone he is close to like Ray.

His roommate just sighs. "Oh, all right. Fine. Just be a killjoy and not tell me anything," he grumbles, lying down on the mattress. "It's not like I've always been here for you whenever you needed someone to talk to over the last couple of years or anything..." Great. Now Ray is trying to guilt-trip him into talking about what happened between him and Amanda earlier. And it is, unfortunately, working quite well.

"Alright, I'll tell you," Jake sighs, feeling exasperated by all this. Ray eagerly smiles, waiting to hear all about it straight from the man's mouth. "I found her outside by the cafe. She is a really nice girl and we went back to her place and made out. That was it. We didn't do anything else. Definitely not sex, okay?" He tries to convince his roommate nothing else happened but realizes it isn't a very convincing sell.

"You're telling me she took you back to her place just after having met?" Ray asks, still unwilling to believe all this. "And that you two did nothing more than making out? Yeah, right. Don't worry. I won't slutshame you so you can just tell me. Did you open those legs like Cassandra is planning to make you?" The last part he asks his closest friend with a very suggestive smile.

"I didn't spread my legs like.... Hang on," Jake looks at Ray curiously. It takes him a few seconds to grasp the meaning behind Ray's words and he still couldn't believe it. "Did you say Cassandra wants to make love to me?" he asks, eyeing his friend incredulously. He has never before entertained the notion that a member of the opposite sex might find him attractive and want to bed him. Up until Amanda, of course.

Ray sniggers at his response. "Make love to you? No, man. She wants to fuck you. As in throw you around and then ravish you completely. After you left and I sent Claire off, she came over here, asking for you. When I asked why, she said she really wants to fuck your brains out." Given that Cassandra is very pretty, Jake is quite shocked by the new information. Still, he remains silent. " She also said something about how she's not going to take no for an answer."

Jake's mind is now reeling uncontrollably, trying to latch on to something, some fragment of the life before all of the changes took place in the last several hours. But everything is quickly spiralling out of control. Still, he decides to put on a masquerade of being completely in charge of his situation, acting like nothing is bothering him at all and that he's perfectly fine, even though he is seriously busy trying to figure out how to sort through all this mess.

That night, he lies in his bed, thinking about what to do next. There are many things weird about Amanda. He just couldn't put all the pieces in the puzzle together. Sighing, the man rolls over to lie on his side, draping the covers up over him entirely, listening to Ray snore. After ten minutes of back and forth deliberation, the tired Jake finally falls asleep under the cover of darkness.

Next morning, he gets out of bed early, sneaking out of the room as quietly as he could. Because Jake has no class today, it is the perfect time to go over to Amanda's place and be with her like he promised. He still couldn't believe he agreed so easily to this, despite only meeting her once. Something about that young woman makes him can't help but to trust her.

On the way over to her apartment though, the man couldn't get rid of the feeling that he is being followed. At first he chalks this up to being due to paranoia. After all, checking behind his back reveals that there isn't anyone behind him. But he still couldn't get rid of the feeling that someone is watching him. It's like he can feel their eyes on the back of his head at all times. Obviously he is unnerved, but couldn't do anything about it.

By the time he got there, Jake had already lost more sweat than he ever did before in his entire life. He is shivering uncontrollably with fear as she opens the door to let him in. "Hi, Jake!" Amanda greets with a bright smile. "Come on in." The man quickly accepts her suggestion, making his way inside the room. Jake is surprised by the state that the room is in. Even though it has beef tidied up, it is still obvious that it has been sort of ransacked earlier. There are what appears to be specks of blood in a corner of the living room, yet he couldn't be sure.

Within seconds, he is embarrassed to find himself on the couch with his pants down by his ankles. Amanda is on her knees in front of him, looking up with her feral eyes. She moves her head towards his crotch now. Flabbergasted, Jake tries to stop her but to no avail as she pushes his hands away, clearly intent on sucking his dick.

"Wait!" the boy asks her in a frantic voice. "I really like you a lot, but we've only just met yesterday. This is moving very fast right now. Don't you want to take things slowly?" At this, the woman shakes her head, silencing Jake. He sits there, stunned.