Beauty and The Beast Ch. 02

Slowly coming to, Anna hadn't the slightest idea of what had happened or where she was, causing her to panic. Sitting up slowly, she took in her surroundings, finding herself relaxing. She was back on the ranch, in the guest room she was staying in. But thinking over what she last remembered, she couldn't decide if the mind blowing sex with Sam had been real or just her dirty, lust filled mind dreaming. But the unfamiliar ache of rough sex at the junction of her thighs, gave her the answer.

So if the sex actually happened, what about the last thing she saw? Because she could have sworn she watched Sam's beautiful body break and reform into one of the wolves. One almost like the wolf she saw in her dream a few nights ago. But that's not physically possible! There was no way for science to explain what she saw so she must have dreamt that part up or possibly hallucinated.

With a grunt she focused back on her room, looking it over more closely. Nothing looked out of place, that she could tell. Though when she looked for her phone, it was nowhere to be found and she prayed that it hadn't gotten left at the manor because she wasn't sure she could handle seeing Sam again. It's embarrassing to think she randomly passed out on him. Now with that thought in her head, she hoped she didn't have an unknown medical issue either. Getting up slowly, she felt a slight rush go down her legs from her underwear and looked down concerned. She snorted, unamused with herself, when she ran her finger through the clear liquid and picked up the distinct scent of semen. Her pussy clenched, thinking of the tanned thick cock of Sam's but quickly scolded herself. Grabbing a tissue off the dresser, Anna cleaned herself up, amazed at how much had still been inside her.

Not wasting any time, she quickly took a much needed shower before she shimied into her clothes for the day and went out to the kitchen where she knew her aunt would be. "Good morning, Dear." Aunt Jan smiled, glancing at her somewhat frazzled neice. "It's pretty late for breakfast, but I can make you an early lunch. Did you have a good time with Mr. Salisbury? He didn't seem like he was in much of a talking mood when he brought you here."

Anna just grunted, but Jan noticed her flinch slightly when she sat down. She was concerned at first until Anna tried and failed to not smile, so she assumed it was pain that came with a good memory. "That good, huh?" She teased the blushing younger woman. "If I was even twenty years younger you could bet I'd be all over him too. I'd never actually met him before last night, but that man is a stud!"

Anna pursed her lips, extremely embarassed but thought about all these years that she could talk to her aunt about anything. "I'm not going to lie to you Aunt Jan, it was the best sex I've ever had."

The older woman broke into laughter, which Anna couldn't help but join her. Composing herself after a minute, Jan patted her on the shoulder, "Nothing like a good hard fucking to start off a vacation."

She gasped, "Aunt Jan!" Both women bursted back into laughter, leaning into each other. Wiping her tears away, she got up and went to the fridge to grab something quick. "But no, I think I'm going to have to go back over there today. I can't find my phone and that's the only place I can think of that I might have left it."

"Well don't leave without eating something. Just in case you need your energy again." Jan loved picking on her brother's daughter.

Feeling her fair skin flush, she childishly stuck her tongue out. Sticking her head into the fridge, she grabbed a piece of left over fried chicken and began to eat it cold. "You truly are your father's child, I swear. You look like your mother but act just like your father."

"Is that a bad thing?" She asked after swallowing a bite of her chicken.

"No. I mean, I don't really know how he is now that he's officially in the upper class but back when we were kids, even teenagers, he was always laid back and the life of the party."

"Me and Dad are the only family you have left, right?" Anna looked down while she asked the question. She already knew the answer but she felt like a bitch for not visiting even though she could have.

"Don't feel bad Sweetheart, I know life gets ahead of you and it starts to feel like you have no freedom. But it's looking to me, like you finally have life by the horns and you're going to do whatever the hell you want."

"Amen to that!" And both women laughed together some more in the cool but sunny kitchen.

Anna felt her arousal rising just thinking about what had transpired within those walls, as she looked through the iron gate to the imposing structure. Even though what actually happened before she fell asleep last night was sketchy, she could feel excitement buzzing inside to see Sam again. Sitting in her car, she stared at the beautiful iron work that had yet to open for her. She had hoped Sam was home but the longer she sat, the more worried she got. With her windows down, she could hear the wolves milling around in the dense woods before she could even see their eyes shine. Deciding to turn off the car, she got out and quietly called out to the creatures eyeing her from the shadows. "Come here guys. You know I'm no threat to you." She patted her legs.

Sam watched the triumphant look take over her beautiful face, as a few large bodies emerged cautiously and trotted over to her. He contemplated joining them as he was but decided against it. In case she didn't respond the best to what had taken place last night, he thought being human would make her less afraid, giving her an opportunity to express herself freely. Shifting in the shadows and slipping on sweatpants, a T-shirt, and pair of sneakers he had hidden away, he moved onto the lit driveway.

"I'm happy you decided to come back." He spoke clearly, fighting his need to get closer.

She just about jumped out of her skin at the sound of his deep voice behind her. Spinning around, she took in his large stature and felt her heart beat wildly. With his predatory gaze watching her every tiny movement, she could understand why she might have dreamt that he was a werewolf. "I'm sorry for intruding. I was wondering if I had left my phone here?" She managed to ask, but even she could hear the breathlessness in her tone.

He carefully moved forward, almost stalking towards her, and she couldn't help the wetness that accumulated in her pussy. "I forgot about it when I brought you home last night. My apologies. I do suppose it is probably still in my living room."

Taking a deep breath, she blinked, then gasped when he was now in front of her. "How...?" She hesitantly questioned, inspecting him closely. She wanted nothing more than to get her hands, and mouth, on him but did her best to fight it. "Um, do you mind me checking inside or would you rather go alone and I stay out here with the pack?"

He growled at the thought of her being surrounded by males, quickly inviting her in. Once inside, she slipped past him and headed towards the living room, nerves keeping her from getting too close to him. "Annabelle," He started, watching her move around until she found the object of her search. "I want to properly thank you for coming over yesterday. Although it didn't go quite as planned, I hope you found it as enjoyable as I did."

She giggled despite her anxiety, "Oh, I enjoyed it alright Sam. Don't doubt that. I'm just rather embarrassed about passing out on you. That's not normal for me and I worry I came off as rude."

He physically relaxed, hopeful she didn't remember his royal fuck up that almost killed young Porter. Though the little shit learned his place pretty damn fast. "You weren't rude, Sweetheart. Just tired, I would guess." He reassured her. Now even more tempted to close the space between them, he couldn't resist encroaching on her. He ran his large hand through her dark, silky hair, fully aware of the smell of her arousal that surround him. "I want nothing more than to take you right here on my couch." His words came out as a whosper, before yanking her up by her mane until his lips found what they needed.

Letting her hormones take control, she deepened the kiss easily, him being very receptive to her touch. She couldn't help but feel like she needed to touch him, to be touched. "I need you." She whimpered against his lips, desperately trying to rub herself against him. He just chuckled, continuing to kiss her. Getting frustrated in the lack of momentum, Anna pulled away, pleased with his snarled protest. He made a grab for her but she danced away with a giggle. "Hold on!"

Putting some distance between them, she could feel his lustful but curious eyes follow her. Starting with her designer sweater, she carefully peeled it off and folded it on an antique looking occasional table. She could hear his breathing deepen and smiled inwardly. Next came her shoes and skin tight jeans. Though the pants did not want to come off as easily. First they got stuck at her thighs but his smile made her feel less embarrassed. Until the damn things caught on her ankles too. "Need some help, Honey?" He chuckled but she could tell he was fighting to not attack her.

"Nope! If I let you help me, you won't be able to stop yourself from fucking me before I have my fun. I want to be in charge this time." She watched his eyes start to glow softly, making her lose her balance slightly. "Damn things." She groaned, focusing back to her task at hand. Finally freed of her jeans, she stood confidently in front of the lycan in only her black lingerie. "Now Mr. Salisbury..." she trailed off, basking in his undivided attention. "You look incredibly over dressed for this occasion."

Unfolding his arms, a smirk present, he set his hands on his hips. "And what is it you'd like me to do about that, Miss Kent?"

"I want it all off." She demanded, "I don't want anything blocking my view of your gorgeous cock or body."

She could see his control slipping but did as she said and stripped off his clothing. Not saying anything, she devoured the sight of him, still in awe that a man this sexy existed and he was all hers for the time being. But her realization made her heart squeeze painfully. This was all temporary. She'll have to go back to work at some point and most likely back to Gideon. While she's not sure what Sam does, her guess is he didn't leave his home that often. Maybe he worked from home, who knew.

"What's up?" He asked, pulling her from her thoughts. "You looked like you were going to eat me a second ago and now you look all teary eyed."

He had stepped closer to her and his nakedness took her breath away again. She gently shoved him towards the couch, "I'm fine. Now sit down and let me please you."

He sat back, looking more than comfortable in his bare skin with his large member hard but resting against his stomach. Carefully removing her bra and underwear so her C cups and waxed pussy were on display, Anna got down on her knees in front of him. "You are hands down, the sexiest man I've ever seen." She whispered, running her soft, manicured hands across his torso. Everywhere she touched flexed. Whether it be his biceps, abs, and eventually his cock.

She carefully began a simple hand job, exploring the muscle only her pussy got to experience yesterday. Adding a bit of spit, both her hands glided up and down slowly while she inspected the steel like flesh. "You can do whatever you want to it, Baby. I won't stop you."

Looking up at him, his hands were simply locked behind his head and she gave him a small smile, continuing to pleasure him with her hands. "I didn't get a chance to really look at him yesterday. You were in a bit of a hurry to drive him home." She winked, enjoying the intimate moment.

He growled, leaning forward just enough to grab onto her hair but she managed to lunge forward and engulf his cock in her mouth before he could take control. "Oh fuck, Anns!" His growl grew louder and almost animalistic. Being sure to use her hands too, she did her best to pleasure the too large cock with strong sucks on the few inches she could fit.

Though at this point, Sam didn't care if she couldn't fit most of him, it was the passion he felt her putting into the blowjob that got him going. Groaning, he couldn't help but gently guide her head as her light eyes met his. Seeing more than just lust in her expression, turned him on more than he thought possible and pulled himself from her mouth quickly. "Bend over." He demanded, unable to control snarl that had taken over his voice.

With little hesitation, she scrambled off the ground but was caught by her hair and shoved face first into the sofa with her ass in the air. His forcefulness surprising her, she wasn't ready when he fully sheathed himself inside her in one thrust. "Oh, fuck me!" Tears stung her eyes at the painful intrusion but her body quickly adjusted to his larger size.

So transfixed on the drenched snugness of her hole, Sam wasn't paying attention to her pleasure. All he could see was his wolf mounting this beautiful woman and filling her with his pups. The more he thrusted, the less control he had and he could feel his wolf finally pushing forward. The tell tail feeling of being outside of his own body began until he saw black.

Feeling every ridge and vein in this position, Anna moaned and gasped, telling him how she felt. She sensed him reaching down to take her swollen clit gently between his fingers and began rolling it, like he already knew her body inside and out. Her moans rapidly turned into screams as she bucked, throwing him off his steady rhythm.

Once her first orgasm subsided, she felt his fingers dig into her hips firmly but with the arch of her back, his strokes hit every right spot. "Mmm, Sam right there..." She groaned, reaching down herself this time. Instead of playing with her clit though, she took his large balls into her hand, coaxing him to cum with her. "Please Sam, I need it." She desperately wanted to feel him cum against her cervix again. He snarled in her ear as he sped up, lifting one leg onto the couch and covered her body with his. "Please! Please! Please!" She begged, his heavy testicles battering her sensitive nub. "Fuck I'm gonna cum.." she whimpered, unable to keep up with his harsh pace so she just braced against his thrusts.

"You want to be bred, Mate?" She barely heard him growl lowly.

His erotic words did something to her and she cried out in another almost agonizing climax. "Breed me, Sam.. Fill me up! Please!" After that she wasn't sure what exactly happened but a sharp, then dull pain started throbbing in her shoulder momentarily. But before she could register it, it was gone and she could feel him let loose an ungodly amount of semen. Each spurt felt like a whole load but she figured it was just her raw insides being sensitive to the forceful blasts. Her strong emotions and exhaustion catching up to her, she start sobbing, knowing she was going to have to leave him at some point.

He, unfortunately had blacked out mentally and his wolf controlled his actions, so Sam felt like he was just waking up. Feeling sobbing underneath him before his eyes started working properly, he pushed onto his hands quickly so he stopped smothering her. "Annabelle, I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me." He began to apologize profusely. Using one hand to lovingly wipe the sweat from the side of her face, he littered her with kisses until he felt her sopping pussy squeeze weakly. "Hold on a second, Honey. When I pull out, don't worry about the couch. I'll carry you up to the bathroom and you can take a hot bath. Or whatever it is you want. I'm just so sorry!" He was panicking, unsure what had happened or why she was crying but he was sure he had to have hurt her somehow. It had been almost a century since he'd lost this much control.

He pulled out slowly, noticing her ass was very pink. Taking a deep breath to calm his anger at himself, he continued his retreat. With a final pop, he couldn't believe the amount of cum that slid out of the poor girl. Luckily he didn't see any blood but he had a feeling he had came more than once. So how long had his wolf been in control? Pushing up onto wobbly arms, she wiped the stray tears away. "It's all good, Sam. You didn't hurt me but a bath does sound nice."

"Whatever you want! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to lose control like that." He was frantic as he scooped her up and carried her up the stairs to his private bath.

Greg stood in the kitchen doorway, completely missed by his alpha and his new mate. "Well that was interesting." He mumbled to himself. Not getting involved in that mess, he headed upstairs to Sam's private library. Being shut in all day obviously got boring fast, so at a young age he had taken up reading and researching as hobbies. So while he knew his best friend was the last purebred lycan in North America, census proved that, he didn't fully know his alpha's lineage. With a human breaking up the strong line, he was curious why an alpha as powerful as Samual, had essentially isolated himself all these years.

"Let's see..." He murmured, looking over the older section of books. He knew every lycan kept track of their own genealogy, so it had to be here somewhere. "Ah, here we are."

Picking up a leather bound journal, Greg was surprised how slim it was. Must be his line didn't reproduce much and took a while in choosing their mates, he guessed. Seems like a family trait then. Opening the book carefully, he read the short autobiography that Sam had written about himself. Two pages later, there was a single page containing the short sad story of his twin sister, Sarah, who was raped and killed by gold miners when she was sixteen.

Feeling his wolf surface slightly, he moved to the next set of family members. His parents. His father, Johnathan was born in England in 1719. His mother, Francesca was from France, born in 1721. His parents had been just over a hundred when he and Sarah had been born. Interesting. Both fled to America from France in 1798 due to increase attacks by common lycans upon lycans of higher social class.

He continued reading on for the next half hour, finally seeing that both sides of his ancestry stemmed from England. No surprise there, it's the homeland of all lycan lineage. His mother's great great grandfather had been born of one of the king's knights, which he had many. It was Sam's paternal great great grandfather that had Greg in utter shock. "Well fuck me sideways..."