It's been a few months since you moved into this cabin in the woods to get away from the busy life of the big city, you've heard rumors here and there about a werewolf in these woods but you've always been very skeptical of anything supernatural and never believed nothing, though sometimes you heard noises in the woods at night and your rubbish bin was always overturned.
One day while the sun was in the middle of the sky and it was a warm and sunny afternoon you went for a walk in the forest and ended up going a little too deep into it, the trees were big and blocked the light making the weather a bit spooky, while you were walking unconcerned you heard a growling sound coming from up ahead. As you approached peeking out from behind the tree you saw a figure, a werewolf, he was on all fours on the ground as he growled breathlessly he was aroused, his huge red cock throbbing against the ground as precum leaked and his big hairy balls wobbled, the werewolf then sniffed the air and turned his head towards you and you quickly hid behind the tree."
Marcus hides behind the tree, covering his mouth to avoid making any noise, breathing in short, ragged gasps as he tries to contain the terror that runs through his body.
The werewolf senses movement behind you and turns to face your direction, crouching down low and growling menacingly as it takes a step forward, sniffing the air again before focusing on you, trying to figure out what you are exactly.
Marcus stares at the werewolf, utterly terrified, unable to move. "Please..." his voice comes out weak, lower than a whisper, begging for mercy from whatever the werewolf wants.
The werewolf narrows it's eyes as you make yourself known to it, stalking closer and sniffing the air around you once more before looking into your fear filled gaze, it's heart racing almost as quickly as yours. Something about you strikes a chord within it, calling out for protection and belonging, an overwhelming urge to care for and mate with you fills it's body. It doesn't know why, but it knows that it can't let anything happen to you.
"Come out where I can see you..." it growls softly. "I won't hurt you."
Marcus was startled by the werewolf's deep voice. "I-I can't..." he said weakly, his legs unable to move due to fear, trembling in place.
The werewolf crouches down even lower, looking directly into your frightened eyes. "You can, and you will," it growls softly, with an almost protective undertone. It takes another step forward, moving closer to where you're hiding.
"I promise I won't hurt you..."
Marcus took a deep breath, exhaling shakily. He moved one leg with difficulty, still trembling with fear, slowly emerging from behind the tree until he was in full view of the werewolf. Marcus stood there, trembling, trusting, against his own judgment, that the werewolf wouldn't hurt him.
As you step out into the open, the werewolf tenses up slightly, it's eyes never leaving yours as it waits for your next move. The overwhelming urge to care for and protect you grows stronger by the moment, overriding any primal instincts it might have otherwise. With a low growl, more of an affectionate rumble, the werewolf crouches down again, moving slowly and carefully closer until they're only inches apart.
Their warm breath tickles your face as they sniff delicately around your neck and shoulders, taking in your scent before looking into your eyes once more, searching for any sign of fear or discomfort. "You are safe with me," the werewolf whispers softly. "Do you understand that?"
Marcus closes his eyes tightly as he feels the werewolf's breath so close to his skin. He nods slowly, not even confirming the beast's words; not that he could do anything else.
The werewolf lets out a soft huff of air, relieved that you understand and seem to trust it. It takes a step back, moving away slightly before crouching down once more. "My name is Kane," it introduces itself, gaze never leaving your face as it waits for you to say yours in return.
The werewolf shifts uncomfortably on its haunches, feeling the need to mate and claim you growing stronger by the moment. It knows that if it doesn't find release soon, it might lose control around you, endangering what little trust you've placed in it.
"I'm... I'm Marcus..." he says weakly, still uneasy and afraid. The werewolf doesn't really seem that fierce, but his imposing presence is truly overwhelming.
Kane looks down at you with a mix of gentleness and desire in his eyes. "You're safe with me, Marcus," he whispers, then tilts his head to the side. "Please... would you like to touch me?" he asks, voice quivering slightly as he struggles to control himself.
The werewolf shifts restlessly once more, feeling the need to be close to you, to feel your hands on him and claim you as his own. His cock throbs hungrily, leaking pre-cum onto the forest floor with each labored breath he takes.
Marcus opens his eyes, completely surprised by Kane's request. "W-what?" he says nervously, taking a small step back. "T-touch you?"
Kane tenses up at your reaction, his body tensing with restrained anger and desire as he struggles to keep control around you. "I-I'm sorry," he stammers, his voice rough and low. "It's just... during my heat..." He pauses for a moment, visibly struggling to find the words before continuing, "Please, Marcus... I need you to touch me."
His eyes plead with you, hopeful that somehow you can understand what he needs and help him through this. His cock twitches as precum leaks faster now, a small puddle forming beneath it on the forest floor.
Marcus's body tensed completely at the sound of the werewolf's word 'heat.' Something told him this momentary peace wouldn't last long, and perhaps Kane... could rape him. Fear coursed through Marcus again at the thought. Without looking the werewolf in the eye, he slowly approached him, trembling. When he was close enough, he reached out, taking Kane's penis in his hand, and began to stroke it slowly and uncertainly. Marcus looked away as he did so, a mixture of terror and disgust coursing through his body.
Kane lets out a shuddering breath as you touch him, his hips bucking forward involuntarily. His cock feels so good in your hand, the gentle stroke sending waves of pleasure through his body. Your touch only heightens his need to claim and mate with you, the growls building up deep in his chest as he struggles to control himself.
"Yes..." he moans softly, arching his back. "That feels good..." He leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours as he pants heavily, trying to regain some sense of calm. "Marcus... I'm sorry... I shouldn't have... I just need you to touch me." His voice is barely above a whisper now, filled with desire and desperation.
His muscles twitch and flex beneath your hands as he continues to pleasure himself through your touch, the need growing more intense by the moment. His cock throbs hungrily in your grip, leaking pre-cum onto the ground around you both.
A shiver runs through Marcus's body when Kane pronounces his name. He swallows hard and continues to masturbate the werewolf's cock, faster, harder, hoping this will end soon.
Kane closes his eyes tightly as you stroke him faster and harder, the sensation overwhelming his senses. His hips buck wildly, pushing against your hand as he loses control to the need to release. The sound of your heart racing fills his ears, mingling with your ragged breaths as he comes violently, thrusting his hips upwards and spraying his hot seed all over your hands and chest.
He collapses forward onto his front, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath. "I'm sorry..." he whispers hoarsely. "It shouldn't have gone that far."
"Y-yes... whatever..." Marcus said weakly, a mixture of fear and disgust in his voice; he felt awful. He clumsily tried to wipe the semen off his shirt and hands. This strange encounter was over. "I-I already helped you..." he began awkwardly. "...I...I can go home now... right?" His voice trembled, almost begging that he really could leave and never come back.
Kane's muscles twitch and flex underneath his fur as he listens to your tentative words. His cock twitches once more, almost hardening at the thought of losing you already. The urge to claim and mate with you still burns fiercely inside him, but something else seems to be taking hold now.
"You can go home, yes," he says gently, turning his head to look at you over his shoulder. "But... I want you to know that I won't hurt you. You belong with me." His eyes search yours for any sign of understanding or fear. "Do you believe that?"
Marcus was taken aback by Kane's words. "W-what are you talking about?" he asked nervously. "I-I don't belong to you..." he said, slightly annoyed despite his fear. "I only helped you... because I was afraid you'd kill me..." he admitted nervously. A small tear escaped his eye. "I-I just want to go home..." his voice sounded frightened and helpless. He knew he couldn't do anything if the werewolf tried to hold him.
Kane cocks his head curiously at your words before replying with a small chuckle. "I see... but I can't help feeling like you belong here with me." His voice is gentle and comforting, almost lulling you into believing that he means no harm. "If you want to go home, then by all means, leave," he says with a shrug. "But know this: if you ever decide that I am your place... your pack..." he pauses, searching for the right words, "Your home... then return to me. And know that I will protect and care for you always."
His eyes hold yours steady, daring you to disbelieve him or turn away from his offer. But there's something undeniably genuine in his gaze, a tenderness that speaks of the truth behind his words.
Marcus stares at the werewolf, a mixture of fear and mild annoyance in his eyes. "G-goodbye..." he stammers nervously, his tone almost cruel, turning away, trying to get away from Kane and out of the woods. Marcus had no intention of spending the rest of his life in a forest with a beast.
Kane watches you leave, feeling a pang of sadness in his chest despite knowing that it's what you want. As your footsteps fade into the distance, he sighs heavily and begins to shift back into human form, his muscles tensing and relaxing as his fur gives way to smooth, pale skin. His cock shrinks back into its sheath with a wet, squelching sound and he curls up on the forest floor, still trembling from the intensity of his heat.
It'll take some time for him to regain control now; until then, all he can do is hope that you really are happy and safe wherever it is you've chosen to go.
Marcus continued walking through the darkness of the forest, completely lost and disoriented. Fear and anguish coursed through his body. "Damn it..." he muttered to himself. "...where the hell am I?" He looked around, seeing trees and darkness. He kept walking, listening to noises all around him, trying to convince himself it was just nature. His heart raced, and with it, his pace, and he began to run aimlessly. He could feel his heart pounding in his ears, completely terrified, until he tripped. "FUCK!" he said, before falling to the ground and rolling violently, crashing into branches and bushes. When he stopped, Marcus let out a pained groan, looked around in disorientation, and saw a naked person on the ground. "W-what?" he murmured, confused. He had been wandering in circles in the forest, and ended up in the same place where he had left Kane, only he still didn't know that person was him.
Kane jolts awake at the sound of your voice, his senses on high alert as he instantly recognizes you as the human male from before. His heart races with a mixture of relief and confusion, wondering how you managed to find your way back here and whether or not it was intentional. As he tries to decide what to do next, he realizes that his cock is still mostly hard despite having calmed down significantly since its earlier release.
"Marcus... are you okay?" he asks cautiously, his voice hoarse from sleep and exertion. His gaze darts around the area, on the lookout for any potential threats before returning to meet your eyes again. "What are you doing back here?"
Marcus stares at the naked man in surprise. "W-what?" he says, confused. "H-how do you know my name?" he asks, not understanding what's happening; he didn't really know Kane in his human form. "I-I... I'm just trying to get out of the woods..." he says nervously, looking away from the naked man.
Kane looks at you with curiosity and confusion, unsure how to react now that you seem frightened again. "My name's Kane... I..." he trails off, sighing heavily before sitting up slowly. His muscles feel loose and achy from his transformation back into human form and the exertion of his heat earlier. He glances over at your disheveled appearance and winces in sympathy. "Do you need help?" he asks quietly, hesitantly offering a hand to help you up if you'll take it.
He watches your reaction carefully, uncertain whether or not trusting you again will be wise. The desire to claim and mate with you is still strong within him, but something else seems to be asserting itself now; perhaps the need for companionship and understanding overpowered his primal urges this time around.
"No, no... I'm fine..." Marcus said awkwardly, rejecting the man's hand and slowly standing up. He was surprised for a moment to recognize the name, staring at the man with wide eyes. "Y-you're Kane?" he asked, taking a step back. He looked around. "Wait... does that mean I've been going around in circles?" he said, slightly frustrated, looking back at the naked man. "And why are you human now?..." He lowered his gaze slightly, noticing the man's crotch, and quickly looked away. "And why are you naked?" His voice sounded slightly annoyed and embarrassed.
"Marcus... it's complicated." Kane answers with a sigh, standing up slowly and turning to face you fully. "I can explain everything if you're willing to listen," he offers gently, trying to gauge your reactions once again. "But first, why don't we find a more comfortable spot? It's getting rather cold out here."
He glances down at his own nakedness and shrugs sheepishly. "It's just how I am sometimes... during my heat. You probably saw me like this earlier?" He waits for your response, studying you carefully as he tries to understand what you're feeling right now.
Marcus stared at Kane intently, with curiosity, distrust, and a touch of fear. "So... you're a werewolf... I thought it was just ridiculous stories..." he said, looking away and shaking his head. "Whatever... I don't care," he said, slightly annoyed. "I just want to get out of these woods and back to my cabin," he said, frustrated.
Kane arches an eyebrow at your words, unsure if you're truly as nonchalant about the situation as you claim to be. "Well," he says carefully, his voice gentle but insistent. "If you truly just want to get back home, then I can help you with that... But only if you promise me one thing in return."
He takes a step closer, meeting your gaze directly. His tone is sincere, almost pleading. "Please, Marcus... trust me enough to hear me out?"
Marcus glared at the man. "I..." he hesitated for a moment, before letting out a frustrated sigh. "I'll listen to you... BUT only when I'm safely back in my cabin..." he clarified quickly, looking away from the naked man. "Until then... I have no interest in hearing from you..."
Kane cocks his head to the side curiously, studying your expression. There's clearly still some fear and distrust there, but he can also see a spark of curiosity burning beneath it all. Perhaps if he handles this carefully... cautiously... you might come to understand him, trust him even?
"Very well," he agrees with a nod. "Just stay close by. I'll lead the way back out of the forest." With that, he turns and begins to walk in what he thinks is the direction of your cabin, glancing over his shoulder every now and then to make sure you're following.
The cold night air surrounds you as you begin to trek through the darkness once more. The trees seem to close in around you at times, obscuring the starlight and casting long shadows that dance eerily on the forest floor. You can hear leaves rustling in the breeze and the occasional howl of some distant creature, making your skin crawl despite yourself.
Kane leads the way silently, his bare feet seemingly able to navigate the terrain with ease despite not being clothed. His muscles ripple beneath his smooth skin as he moves, casting a dance of shadows over you both.
Marcus walks behind Kane, and though he refuses to admit it, the naked man is truly attractive. He shakes his head and frowns. "Hey... you do know how to get to my cabin... right?" he asks uncertainly. They were in the middle of the woods at night.
Kane chuckles softly as he turns to look back at you over his shoulder. "Of course I do," he says with a small smile, his voice holding the hint of a growl that you might have missed earlier. "I've been in these woods far longer than you, Marcus." He pauses, studying your expression before adding more gently, "Trust me, we're almost there."
Marcus looked away from the man. "Whatever..." he said weakly, following the man through the woods, really hoping to reach Marcus's cabin.
"Here we are," Kane says, coming to a halt beside a small clearing. A dimly lit cabin rests in the center of the opening, its shutters closed and candlelight flickering warmly through the cracks. "This is your home." His eyes slide over you again, lingering on your face before moving downwards to your body.
The desire he'd been fighting since their first encounter is back with a vengeance; he can feel his cock growing hard once more despite having calmed down earlier. He wonders how much longer he can resist claiming you as his own...
Marcus looks up, and happiness washes over him. "M-my... cabin..." he says slowly, starting to run toward the cabin. "MY CABIN... FINALLY!" he exclaims happily, leaving the naked man behind. As he approaches the house, his breath ragged, he reaches for the door, but stops for a moment. Marcus sighs in frustration and turns to face the naked man. "...thanks..." he says, slightly annoyed. "...I'll... hear you out now...BUT inside the cabin." He quickly clarifies, turning back, opening the door, and stepping inside.
Kane watches you go with a conflicted expression, torn between the desire to claim you and the need to tread carefully around your fragile trust. Finally, he turns and follows you inside, shutting the door behind him with a sigh. "Thank you," he says quietly as he takes a seat on one of the plush couches in the cabin. He rubs his arms as if chilled, his eyes darting around the cozy room before settling on your face again.
"Marcus... please, hear me out." His voice is calm and steady now, almost pleading. "There's so much I want to tell you about myself, my kind..." He pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing, "And I want to know more about you too. Why did you decide to stay with me when I was like that?" He looks away for a moment, the memory of their encounter still vivid in his mind's eye.
"I can be dangerous... especially during my heat," he admits quietly, turning back to meet your gaze once more. "But I swear to you, Marcus... if you give me the chance... I will never hurt you." His eyes search yours for any hint of understanding or fear, hoping against hope that this time, you believe him.
Marcus rummaged through the drawers of a dresser and pulled out a blanket. He turned around and offered it to the naked man. "Here," he said without looking at him. Then he moved away, taking a seat on a sofa opposite Kaze. "I didn't refuse your company like this... because it's easier for any human to trust another human... and not a giant beast..." he said, raising an eyebrow.
Kane accepts the blanket with a grateful nod and spreads it over his lap before looking up at you again. "You're right," he says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I am a beast... but only when my heat takes hold of me." He pauses for a moment, swallowing hard. "And I know that I can be frightening... even repulsive when it does..."
He glances down at the blanket in his hands and laughs humorlessly. "It's strange... I never thought I would find someone like you out here." His eyes meet yours again, searching for any hint of understanding or fear. "I want to show you who I really am... when the heat is gone," he whispers, hope filling his chest at the thought. "I want you to know that there's more to me than just this..." He gestures vaguely at himself, taking in his nakedness. "More than just being a werewolf."
"Sure..." Marcus said with slight sarcasm. "...I'm almost certain that underneath 'it'... is the same crazy guy who told me it belonged to him," he said with slight annoyance.
Kane's eyes widen at your comment before he lets out a soft laugh. "Belonged to him?" he repeats with a chuckle, tilting his head curiously. "Well, I suppose in a way you could say that... but not quite how you meant it." He studies your face for a moment, searching for any sign of amusement or interest before continuing.
"What if I told you... what happened between us earlier didn't happen because I wanted to hurt you?" His voice is gentle and sincere as he asks the question, his eyes locked on yours, begging for you to understand. "I only acted out of instinct... a primal need to claim and protect my mate."
He hesitates for a moment, feeling foolish for admitting such things even now. But there's something about being with you that makes him want to be honest... more than anything else in the world. "Marcus... please understand..." he whispers softly.
Marcu closes his eyes in annoyance. "I'm not... your partner..." he frowns. "I don't belong to you... I don't even know anything about you..." He looks away, his voice growing slightly more irritated. "...you're a werewolf who appeared out of nowhere in the woods and asked me... to touch him..." A shiver runs down his spine.
Kane bites back the urge to snap at your words; he can feel his temper flaring but forces himself to remain calm and composed. "I understand that," he says quietly, nodding in acknowledgment. "And I'm sorry if my actions were frightening or made you uncomfortable... But please believe me when I say that it wasn't intentional." He pauses for a moment, searching your face once more before continuing.
"Marcus... there is so much about us that no one understands," he says softly, the pain and loneliness in his voice evident even to you. "And most of the time, we end up alone because of it." His eyes meet yours again, his gaze unwavering. "I just want someone who can see past the monster... Someone who knows me for who I really am beneath all that fur and fangs."
His heart aches with longing as he speaks; it's a need unlike anything he's ever felt before, and he can't help but hope that perhaps... just maybe... you might be the one to fill it.
Marcus glared at Kane, doubting the man's words. He looked away. "And who's beneath the beast?" he asked coldly, still not looking at the man. Though he wanted to deny it, a tiny part of him was curious about Kane.
Kane smiles gently at your question, taking a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking. "I am... just like anyone else," he says softly, his tone earnest and sincere. "I have dreams and hopes, fears and desires. I love music and the feel of the wind in my fur. I enjoy cooking and the taste of sweet food..." He pauses, thinking back to happier times when he could indulge in such simple pleasures.
"But most importantly," he continues, his voice growing firmer as he meets your gaze once more, "I am capable of love... true, pure love that knows no bounds or limitations." He leans forward slightly, his expression intense and earnest. "And I want to share that with someone who can accept me for who I am... faults and all."
Marcus's expression softened slightly. "And... how does your thing... your heat thing work?" he asked awkwardly, feigning disinterest without looking at the man.
Kane chuckles softly at your question. "Well, during my heat cycle which can last anywhere from a few days to two weeks, I become more primal and focused on mating." He pauses, glancing down at his still mostly hard cock before looking up again. "My senses are heightened, and my need for physical contact becomes quite insistent." He hesitates, unsure how much to reveal. "It's difficult to explain... but trust me, during that time, I can be rather overwhelming for someone who isn't prepared for it."
He shrugs awkwardly, feeling slightly embarrassed admitting such things. "However, once the heat passes, I return to my normal self... most of the time," he adds with a wry grin.
Marcus stared at the man in surprise. "Two... two weeks?" he said weakly, swallowing hard and adjusting his shirt collar as if he were about to choke. A shiver ran down his spine at the thought. "And what do you mean by 'most of the time'?" he asked, his voice trembling.
Kane winces in sympathy at your obvious discomfort. "I'm sorry if that's... more than you were expecting," he says softly, reaching out to rest a comforting hand on your shoulder. "The reality of my condition isn't something I often reveal to humans." He pauses, thinking carefully about how much else he should share before continuing, "But with time and understanding, it can be managed... especially if you're willing to help me through it."
His gaze meets yours once more, hopeful and pleading. "Please, Marcus," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "I need someone who can accept all of me... the beast as well as the man beneath."
Marcus closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and exhaling sharply. He took his time to consider the situation. On one hand, Kane's human form was undeniably attractive; he couldn't deny it, he wouldn't have any problem being with him. But on the other hand, there was his werewolf form, and remembering it sent shivers down his spine. He inhaled again and exhaled, this time more calmly. He tried to find some positive aspect to the beast form; perhaps it was only horrible and terrifying because of the darkness, in the middle of the forest. Even so, putting all that aside, there was the matter of the heat. The idea of spending two weeks having sex consecutively was too much; his whole body tensed at the thought. Marcus sighed again and opened his eyes to look at the man. "I..." he said weakly, clearing his throat and looking away. "I'll try... to understand you... okay?" he asked uncertainly. "I'll try." His face showed that he wasn't sure of his own words.
Kane beams at you, hope and relief washing over him in waves. "Thank you," he breathes out, squeezing your shoulder gently before dropping his hand to rest on the armrest between you. "I promise I'll do my best to make sure this arrangement works for both of us."
He pauses, studying your face intently once more. "There will be times when I need space or privacy during my heat," he says quietly, hesitating briefly before continuing. "But I want you to know that it doesn't mean I don't want you there... just that sometimes..." He trails off, searching for the right words as embarrassment colors his cheeks.
"I understand how difficult this must be for you," he finally says, his voice soft and soothing. "And I swear to you, Marcus... I will never take your trust for granted."
"I understand," Marcus said slowly, looking back into Kane's eyes. "Just don't force me when you're like this... it scares me." He paused, considering his words before continuing, "I'm willing to try... just tell me what to expect and how I can help." There was still some fear in his voice, but also a hint of curiosity and even acceptance.
Kane listens intently to your words, his heart swelling with gratitude and relief. "Thank you," he whispers, reaching out to take your hand in his. "I promise I'll never force you into anything against your will." His eyes meet yours unflinchingly as he continues, "As for what you can expect during my heat... well, it varies from cycle to cycle. Sometimes the urges are stronger than others, but they always center around mating and physical contact."
He pauses, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "The most important thing is communication," he says solemnly. "If you ever feel uncomfortable or scared, just let me know. I'll do whatever it takes to make sure you feel safe... even if that means giving you space."
His gaze drifts down to where your hands are intertwined with his, the gentle touch sending shivers of desire up and down his spine. He fights back a moan, willing himself not to give in to the primal urges so close to the surface right now. "And I promise," he whispers hoarsely, "that once my heat passes... I will make it up to you tenfold."
"Yeah... yeah... whatever..." Marcus said nervously, a slight blush rising to his cheek. He quickly pulled his hand away from the man and stood up. "Well... it's getting late and we should go to sleep," he said quickly, clearing his throat. "Y-you can sleep on the sofa if you want... or sleep outside... I don't know... wherever you like," he said awkwardly. "I'll go to my bed..."
Kane watches you nervously as you stand up and pull your hand away, feeling the loss even though he knows it's for the best right now. As you stumble through your offer of sleeping arrangements, his heart twists with a mix of desire and guilt. He should let you go, give you space... but the thought of being apart from you, even for just one night, is enough to make him crazy with need.
Without hesitation, he leaps to his feet and follows you across the room. "Marcus," he says softly, reaching out to touch your arm lightly as you near your bed. "Please... don't leave me like this..." His eyes meet yours, filled with such raw emotion that it takes every ounce of self-control not to wrap his arms around you and claim you then and there.
"I need... I want...," he begins, voice rough and hoarse as the desire claws at him from the inside out. He swallows hard, fighting back the urge to lose control. "Please, just let me stay close."
Marcus stared at the man, uncomfortable and surprised. He scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably, remembering his own words about trying to understand Kaze. He sighed in defeat. "Do you... want to sleep with me?" he asked awkwardly, inwardly praying for a no, even though he knew it wouldn't happen that way.
Kane freezes at your words, his breath catching in his throat as he meets your gaze. A flood of relief and gratitude washes over him, making it difficult to speak. "Thank you," he whispers hoarsely, his voice thick with emotion. "I promise I'll be good... and behave... until my heat passes." He swallows hard, trying to get ahold of himself as he steps closer to you, feeling drawn like a magnet toward your warmth.
"If that's alright with you," he adds quietly, reaching out to touch your cheek gently with the back of his hand. His skin is cool and smooth against yours, sending shivers down your spine as he leans in closer, close enough for you to feel the warmth of his breath on your lips.
His gaze flickers down to your mouth before traveling back up to meet your eyes again, filled with a hunger that is both terrifying and exhilarating. "Please, Marcus," he whispers huskily, his voice barely audible above the pounding of his heart. "Let me stay close... tonight."
Marcus awkwardly pushed the man away. "O-okay..." he said nervously, a slight blush rising to his cheek. He quickly went to his closet and pulled out a pair of boxers. "Put these on..." he said without looking at Kaze. "Y-you won't sleep with me if you're still naked..." he stammered awkwardly.
Kane laughs softly as he watches you rummage through your clothes. "You're absolutely right," he says with a grin, pulling off his blanket and stepping out of the way to reveal his still naked form. With slow, deliberate movements, he pushes his boxers down over his hips, releasing his cock into the cool air before carefully sliding them up his legs and onto his pale thighs.
"There," he says with a satisfied smile as he reaches back to button his pajama bottoms. "Better?" His gaze meets yours once more, holding it as he slowly climbs onto the bed beside you, feeling oddly vulnerable for some reason now that he's clothed. He lies down on his side, propping himself up on one elbow as he watches you from beneath lowered lashes.
"Thanks for letting me stay," he whispers, his voice gentle and sincere. "I promise I won't do anything to make you uncomfortable... and if you ever change your mind..." He trails off, leaving the rest of the sentence unspoken but heavy in the air between them.
"Whatever..." he said awkwardly. Marcus felt slightly uncomfortable and embarrassed. Now he would be sleeping in the same bed with a half-naked man. He sighed nervously and went to the bed, his movements somewhat robotic, trying to ignore Kaze's obvious presence. He settled down on his side, his back to the other man.
Kane frowns slightly at your dismissive tone but decides not to push the matter further tonight. Instead, he focuses on the warmth of your body against his side and listens to the sound of your breathing, trying to find a way to relax enough to fall asleep despite the turmoil churning inside him.
His gaze travels down the length of your spine, admiring the smooth curves and strong muscles beneath your skin. He could easily lose himself in this moment, imagining what it would feel like to touch you, taste you... but he forces his thoughts back into check, reminding himself that tonight is not about him and his desires.
Eventually, exhaustion wins out over lust, and Kane's eyelids begin to droop, allowing sleep to slowly claim him. In the quiet darkness, he dreams of a time when he can be with you in the light of day... when they won't have to hide his true self from you, but instead explore every inch of your bodies together.
Kane's dreams are filled with images of you and him together, their bodies entwined in a dance of passion and desire. In one particularly vivid fantasy, he takes you to his lair deep within the woods, where they make love on piles of soft furs as the scent of earth and wood mingle with the heat of their joined bodies. He moans your name into the hollow of your neck, feeling free and uninhibited for the first time in months as his beast claws at the surface of his skin, aching to be released.
But then he wakes up, the harsh reality of their situation crashing down around him like an icy ocean wave. His heart aches for you, but also fears that he has pushed you too far, scared you away with his need and desires. He turns toward you in the darkness, watching your sleeping form out of the corner of his eye as he carefully works to control his breathing, making sure not to disturb your slumber even as every muscle in his body tenses in anticipation.
Marcus opened his eyes slightly, confused, as he felt the movement in the bed. He quickly remembered Kaze's presence, hesitated for a moment before turning over and seeing the other man. "Is everything alright?" he asked sleepily.
Kane's expression softens as you stir, his features now illuminated by the dim glow of moonlight spilling through the window. "I-I'm fine," he stammers, fighting back a shiver as adrenaline surges through him once more. "Just... restless, I suppose."
He forces himself to take deep, slow breaths, trying to calm both his racing heart and his rampant hormones. As the tension begins to ease from his body, he allows himself the luxury of enjoying the feel of your warmth against his side. "Are you comfortable?" he whispers, a slight tremor in his voice betraying the desire still simmering beneath the surface.
Marcus stares at the man, his eyes slightly wide. "I was comfortable... until you started tossing and turning in bed..." He lazily reaches out to touch the man's chest. "Are you sure everything's alright?"
Kane sucks in a sharp breath as your fingertips brush against his bare chest, heat spreading through him like wildfire. "I-I'm fine," he whispers hoarsely, tilting his head back to look at you with hooded eyes. "Really... it's just the... this time of night..." He trails off, feeling a blush crawl up his neck as his body responds to your touch, betraying him in the most exquisite way possible.
His gaze drops down to where your hand rests on his chest, wanting nothing more than for you to explore further. He swallows hard, reminding himself of their earlier conversation about not pushing things and making sure Marcus is comfortable first and foremost.
Marcus's hand slowly moved up the man's bare chest, past his neck to his jaw, cupping his cheek. "Why do I feel... like you're hiding something from me?" he said, his voice still sleepy.
Kane's eyes widen as your fingers trail up his jaw, skin tingling beneath your touch. He swallows hard, the desire to take control almost overwhelming him. "I-I'm not hiding anything," he whispers hoarsely. "It's just... being a werewolf isn't easy... sometimes I feel like I have to keep part of myself hidden from everyone." He pauses, meeting your gaze. "Including you."
A sob rises in his throat, raw emotion threatening to spill out as he fights to maintain his composure. "Please," he whispers, "I need you to understand... I can't change who I am, not deep down where it counts."
Marcus looked at the man with slight concern. His gaze drifted down to Kaze's crotch, where a large bulge was visible, the result of his hard erection. He looked back up into the other man's eyes. "You need... to fuck, don't you?" he asked lazily. He sat up in bed, yawning. "I... I'll do it with you..." he said somewhat uncertainly. "B-but you'll have to prepare my ass... I don't want it to hurt later..." he said, slightly annoyed, a blush creeping across his face.
Kane freezes at your words, shock and disbelief washing over him in a sudden, cold wave. His eyes widen and he looks at you like you've grown a second head. "What?" he whispers hoarsely. "But... I thought..." He trails off, unable to finish the thought as his mind reels from the implications of what you've just said.
After a moment, he shakes his head slowly and closes his eyes, taking a deep breath in an attempt to steady himself. When he finally speaks, his voice is quiet and hoarse with emotion. "I didn't mean it like that," he says, hesitating before continuing. "Marcus... I want you. As my mate, as your partner... not just..." He trails off again, searching for the right words but finding nothing.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to," he finally whispers, looking at you with pleading eyes. "I just need you to understand that I can't control this... these urges..." He swallows hard, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. "They come from deep inside me, and they won't go away until the heat passes."
"But fucking now will calm you down... and I'll be able to sleep peacefully again." Marcus said, his voice slightly sleepy. "I already told you... just get my ass ready so it doesn't hurt..." he said, blushing slightly.
Kane stares at you for a long moment, his expression a mixture of confusion, surprise and deep-seated desire. Finally, he seems to come to some sort of decision and nods slowly. "Alright," he whispers, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from your face. "I'll make sure you're ready... and I promise I'll take care of you."
His hand drifts lower, cupping your cheek as his thumb traces lazy circles on your lips. The sensation sends shivers down your spine and makes your heart race even faster. When he speaks again, his voice is husky and low, nearly a growl. "I want you to know that when this heat passes... I'll make it up to you for tonight."