She's Mine Ch. 03

Lucifer's jaw tensed at the bark of the command, he couldn't help but to hold onto Valerie more protectively. "Find your own girl, dog; this one is taken." He snapped, the back of his white shirt tearing to shreds as midnight black wings unfolded out from behind him. The ebony feathers ruffled in the breeze, full length spreading about twelve feet or so, his red eyes gleamed into the night as he stared down the mystery male. The stranger charged at him and he took to the sky with a swift beat of his wings, but he was too slow.

Suddenly, the man before shed all clothing to pieces as a wolf took his place, a deafening howl broke the silence of the night as the eight foot black pelted creature launched himself at Lucifer. He grasped at his dangling legs, sticking five inch claws into the flesh of him, tearing through the skin as black blood poured to the ground. The wolf brought him down in seconds, causing Lucifer to drop the girl and send her rolling down the cement, human blood now ripe in the air around them.

He hissed at the wolf, grasping two double edged daggers from behind his back, the metal black and eerily demonic as he took a defensive stance despite the beating he took on his legs. "That girl is mine, dog! I'll die before you dare take her from me." Lucifer charged forward thrusting the daggers towards the chest of the beast. The wolf dodged but not before taking a slice across his shoulder as he moved out of the way, coming in close to Lucifer's side he took a bite out of his right wing, crunching the bones in between his jaw.

Lucifer cried out at the pain of his wing being crushed in between teeth like knives, quickly he countered and shoved a dagger into the side of the wolf, being greeted with hot red blood as it splattered across his face, he only shoved deeper. The wolf released the wing with a pained growl, trying to side step away from the attack, but the blade was lodged in deep. Lucifer grinned manicaly and twisted the dagger in further, but the wolf reacted and bit down onto his arm.

Heavy pain appeared in the demon's face as the bones in his arm broke off with a snap that echoed through the dark city. Black blood pooled in the wolf's mouth as he quickly ripped the arm from the man's body, then in turn pulled out the arm from his own furry side. He tossed the limb to the parking lot ground with a dagger still gripped in the dead fingertips. Lucifer fell to his knees in disbelief, the demonic blood spilling to the cement like water as it spread across the concrete around him. He clutched his missing arm before glaring up at the injured wolf, the crimson of his own blood dripping from his side and matting his fur.

The black wolf and the demon stared at each other in a stalemate, glowing gold eyes glaring into the merciless red of Lucifer's. Before either of them made their next move the police sirens caused them to turn their heads in the same direction, the noise about a mile away.

"Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck, you stupid fucking dog! I'm going to slaughter you and your whole pack." Lucifer groaned out, his expression wild with frustration and rage. He tried scrambling to his feet, stumbling to his knees before he could make a step towards the girl who lay only a meter away, gasping out in pain as he tried reached for Valerie. The wolf had been smart enough to sever the tendons in his legs, making him imobile. He watched, seething, as the pelted beast sauntered over to the unconscious female, a limp in his gait from where the dagger was inserted. The blonde haired male growled when his attacker switched to a human wolf hybrid, furry hands reaching to touch HIS pet. "Don't you dare lay a hand on her! She's mine. She's poisoned, I poisoned her and only I have the cure!" He cackled maniacally before attempting to get closer to her, stopping mid crawl as he whipped his head over to the flashing blue and red lights fast approaching in the distance between the buildings.

As soon as Lucifer looked back over to where Valerie lay, he noticed she was gone and so was the beast. "NOOOO!" He shouted out, pounding his bloody fist into the cement, "I'll kill you dog! That Lureik belongs to me!" Screaming out into the nothing before bright white of police headlights began to start shining on him from between the other parked cars. Pressing his palm into the black top parking lot, a circle of red formed around him as he mumbled words under his breath, designs of crimson ran lines like spilled ink underneath him as he built his portal to the underworld. His eyes turned black for just a moment before he vanished into the earth beneath him.

-

The wolf man held the fragile girl to his chest as he ran on three legs through the alleyways, finding a ladder attached to the side of a brick building he ascended to the top of the structure. Jumping across the rooftops with urgency in his gait, he knew the demon wasn't lying because he could smell the toxin on her breathe. Within a few moments he brought them to a taller tower, climbing up another ladder, reaching an eighth story which appeared to be the last floor. Atop this roof was a large glass dome which seemed opaque on the outside because the tint was far too dark and private.

There was a metal door at one corner with a small patch of cement triangle to stand on while the man laid his hand on a scanner. His prints registering as the door clicked open, pushing inside quickly, he held the girl tight to him before laying her down in a courtyard full of soft grass. Lights flicked on sensing the motion within, brightening up their surroundings. Showing off the grassy top of the building, there was another door in the opposite corner that looked as if to head down into what one could guess as a home. Lounge chairs and outdoor furniture laid spread out, the expanse about the size of two tennis courts, even a small pond with a trickling noise of a waterfall was set up off to the side. A few random trees of deciduous nature spread out around the source of water, making for a comfortably realistic outdoor living space.

The stranger stumbled over to a wicker cabinet, pulling out a first aid kit, letting his fingers grow thinner as he took on the form of a human. His fur receded and what was left was a nude tan skinned male about 6'4" in height. Grasping the plastic box he limped back to the girl, blood oozing down his side from the large gash just below his ribcage, the muscles on his body rippled while he panted heavy trying to catch his breath. Falling to his knees next to the girl he spilled the contents of the emergency medical supplies and began shuffling through them for anything that could help a human combat demonic poisoning. Pausing he groaned audibly, realizing he would never have such a thing like that in his possession.

Running his hands through his messy black hair, his fingers slicked back the top half which was longer in length than the shaved sides. He knotted the hair back in a small nub of a ponytail with a new task set in his mind. Pressing his hands to the girl, he quickly flipped her onto her back. Kneeling beside her he stared down to Valerie, her red lingerie now dirtied and speckled in some grime from the parking lots' black tar. Leaning over her his green eyes gazed to her serene face and he couldn't help but reach out a hand to touch her smooth sand colored cheek, which was pale in comparison to his golden amber sheen. The large man couldn't help but take a hard swallow, she was so beautiful. Having sustained minor injuries when she was dropped by Lucifer her silver hair was a mess and patches of dried blood scattered across her blemish free body., but she still had the aura of an angel.

He reached out to move a piece of hair away from her face, gazing at her long eyelashes and full peach colored lips. Releasing a shaky breath he hadn't realized he was holding, he licked his own dry lips, thinking of the way hers might feel if he kissed them. Damn, she really is a Lureik. Jade eyes traveled down to look at the mark of the demon and he couldn't hold back a growl under his breath, not liking the way the black lines ruined her dermis. Moving to position his naked body on all fours over her, he leaned his head down towards her neck, sniffing the soft skin which smelled of hyacinth perfume. His ears picked up her faint breathing and he sighed internally, at least she was never human to begin with...

Fangs grew in his mouth as he opened his jaws, taking a slow bite down to the spot where her shoulder meets her neck; opposite side from Lucifer's binding. Blood filled his mouth, her blood, his bite sending werewolf dna into her system, creating the bond; the mate bond. He held still to make sure the bonding was completed, the wolf in him growling with protectiveness at his new chemical companion. Slowly he released his hold and eased his head away from her, staring down at her he waited for the wolf to kick in and save her body from the poison. The Wolves of Tarime had powerful healing abilities, against most inflictions except things of the underworld, which made him frown at the thought. Gazing to his own wound on his side which he noted was receding slowly, however, not as quick as it was supposed to be. Perhaps I'm too late in saving the little storm. As soon as he turned to look back up at her face he froze in shock noticing that her eyes were wide open. The once sapphire now a brilliant gold as she stared back to him with a blank expression, her breathing starting to approach her more rapidly until she was practically gasping for breath.

Valerie stared in fear at the man before her, she didn't feel good, there was something wrong. Her memory was blurry as she tried to recap the events that unfolded tonight. The Cave. Lucifer. Butt plug. Spanking. Poison. She felt nauseous, why did something like this happen to her? Where was she? Who was this naked man crouching over her? Naked! Her eyes felt even wider than before as her gaze scanned over the bronze male. His chest was wide and packed with muscle, his arms strong as they held himself up over her. Green eyes were filled with concern, the thick black eyebrows above furrowed with the same emotion. The man's face was defined, even under the stubbled hair. His scent was masculine, but there was also the tang of blood in the air. Her eyes continued their journey, taking in the sliced skin on his side with a gasp; another gasp following when she caught sight of his semi-hard dick hanging between his impressive legs.

The man moved off of her and crouched at her side, placing his hands across her body as he tried to push calming energy into her. "Hey hey calm down, you're alright, you're alive. I promise I'll keep you safe." His voice was deep and smooth as he tried to reassure her, understanding the fear she must be having towards the situation.

Valerie looked to him with a deep breath, her face turning pale as she soon turned away from him to vomit into the grass. The gunk coming out of her was watery and black. He noted the color, realizing she must have expelled the poison finally. Her captor heaved a heavy sigh, standing to his feet, reaching down he picked up a wet antibacterial packet and opened it to rub the cloth of his slowly healing wound. He hissed at the pain and walked away from her, letting her collect herself. Making his way to a large sitting area, he approached a wall of cabinets and a clothing rack full of business professional clothes. He opened a drawer and reached in to pull out some black silky boxers, easily stepping into them and drawing them over his hips to cover his nudity.

She felt it, the pull of something else happening inside of her. Quick fingertips reached to touch at the area of her collarbone, it throbbed in what felt to be pain. Gently touching at her skin she pulled her hands back to reveal fresh blood; her heart began racing again. Soon she turned herself to all fours, the opposite direction of the poison, within seconds she felt the change overcome her. Valerie felt her body ache and stretch into something unimaginable, she held her breath, unaware that she was turning into a wolf. The skinny female couldn't help but whimper out against the shocking pricks of pain all across her body, her lingerie falling to the ground in ripped scraps.. Fur replaced her skin as she looked down to her hands which seemed to be paws. PAWS?!

Attempting to scream it came out as a howl, the noise wicked and high-pitched, filled of sorrow and fear with a mix of confusion. The male's attention shot over to the sound, noticing his girl had completely turned herself wolf. He couldn't help but smirk to himself as he made his way over to her at a brisk pace, leaping into the air he pushed his boxers off and shifted mid jump, full wolf when he hit the ground. The large black pelted beast approached the smaller silver wolf with amusement, his ears faced forward and his nostrils flaring, collected her new feral scent, which was fresh and full of new life. She was beautiful even as a wolf, her bright gold eyes staring at him as she stood defensively, the only sign of nervousness was her tail as it was tucked between her legs.

He stopped in front of her and stared down, the alpha in him demanding respect from the new lycan before him, but he held back a command; knowing how perplexed she must be. Valerie watched as the male trotted over to her, his shifting was almost effortless, she was impressed. Impressed and scared. I-I'm a wolf? A feeling pushing into her mind, like claws scratching to get through a screened door, she let it in.

Yes. You are now a werewolf. I have bonded with you and now we share the same blood. My name is Ryker. I'm your alpha, little storm. Please don't fret, I will take care of you. The black wolf leaned his head down to press noses with her before taking a step closer. He leaned his head down to her neck and licked at his bloody bite from before, the mark visible against the light shade of her pelt. Ryker's tongue affectionately groomed the matted fur with care, introducing his saliva as a healing agent to her flesh.

After flinching with suspicion at his advance, Valerie tilted her head slightly to him, letting him achieve more access to the injury. She couldn't deny that it felt good, the spot had been nothing but painful until he gave awareness to it. Her tail soon released as did her anxiety and she wagged it slightly, her body starting to have some positive endorphins running through her for once.

Suddenly the grip on the back of her head was harsh, the prickling of claws stuck in the nap of her neck causing her to growl with aggression. Trying to move away from the hold she turned to see Ryker shift into a halfling, his clawed hand securely clutched to her wolf scruff, disabling her to move. Not being able to see his other hand, she realized where it was as soon as she felt something prodding at her tail, trailing down to the base of her ass, touching at the jewel of the buttplug.

"What is this." He growled into her ear, she couldn't tell if the anger was aimed at her or an outside offender.

She felt his hand take hold of the base of the plug, slowly pulling it out. If she was human at this moment she was sure her face would be pink with embarrassment. And as soon as she thought it, she was. Human Valerie crashed to her knees, her ass up in the air as a firm hold was held onto her left cheek, his other hand firmly in her hair as he held the side of her face to the grass. She huffed with agitation, trying to wiggle away from the half wolf half human. He was big in this form, able to stand on two feet, his body covered in a patchy pelt, face slightly pulled out into a muzzle. Fingers still had the dexterity of a humans' but they were also equipped with claws. Her toes curled as he yanked the plug from her ass, she let out a dissatisfactory yelp.

Ryker gazed down at the plug and noticed the name Valerie inscribed into the shiny metal. "Valerie, hm?" He noticed her go still at the name, a frown on his face as he sniffed her emotions in the air. She reeked of shame, embarrassment, and fear; the smell of ginger on the plug made him growl. "I do not want you working at that bar ever again, little storm." The male crushed the metal sex toy in his grip, the pieces falling into the grass. "You will be safe now."

She swallowed hard at the thought of never having to work there again, she only ever dreamed of a possibility like that coming through. But it was not something she even cared to worry about, she had more interesting matters at hand. "So- oooo!" Valerie choked on her words as a warm tongue slid between her cheeks, Ryker had nestled in behind her ass, his hand still gripped in her hair as he held her in place. The wet muscle snaked into her asshole and she couldn't help but clench her butt at the surprise feeling. His free hand came hard and quick as he slapped against her round behind.

"Relax!" He grumbled, gripping her asscheek as he spread her open, getting a better angle as he cleaned out the tang of ginger from her abused body.

She growled a reply to him, "I've been getting my ass slapped all night, I need a break from the pain."

"I don't want to hurt you." He sighed, slowly releasing his hold on her hair. "Just stay still while I remove all this ginger from you so you can start feeling better." Ryker's tongue continued his lavishing, his wolfish nose was wet and cool as it rubbed between her cheeks.

Valerie released a deep breath as her hair was freed, lifting up her head she moaned quietly, starting to enjoy the kind treatment. She was happy to finally be getting rid of that torturous ginger and blushed at the thought he was cleaning it out of her ass with his tongue. Biting her lip, the situation almost felt as if it aroused her, but it was a different kind of arousal; more primal. She let him pull away from her, completing his task, but she was unable to move from her position, she felt as if she needed to keep herself on all fours. "I-I think, something's wrong." She said with a whimper, her eyes widening at the shocking desperation in her voice. Her body felt hot and she was panting softly, turning to look back at him she attempted to ask for help using her eyes.

Ryker smelled it on her, realising her issue before she even said anything. He couldn't help but chuckle softly to himself as he switched back to human, wiping the back of his hand on his face. As soon as she looked back at him he gave a grin from his position knelt behind her. Running his hands softly down the sides of her thighs he watched as her body shivered against his touch, "Oh love, you're just going through your first heat."

-

Miles away he heard the faint howl. A howl so feminine and so powerful he couldn't help but break his number two pencil against the legal document he was signing. Growling menacingly he practically jumped to his feet, flattening the grey suit coat with his hands, punching numbers into the phone base, the speaker rung out a dial tone before a females' voice answered.

"Yes Kayn, I heard it."

"Find out where it came from and if it has any relations to 'him'." Kayn growled his words, his heart racing under his pressed black tie. His voice filled with commanding frustration.

"I will find out sir, give me until the full moon."

He quickly disconnected the call in rage, looking to his calendar the full moon was a week away which was too much of a wait for a circumstance like this. That howl. Such a rarity. I will find you. Fixing the erection in his pants that the noise had caused he rubbed a hand through his short brown hair in defeat. Pressing another button on the base, he spoke to it. "Send my betas in."

Within a few minutes the door to his office clicked open and a group of several naked girls walked in, all with enticing smiles as the hands reached for his clothes, pulling off the layers with slow seduction.