*

HE WAS a werewolf. Amaia had come to realize it when she was totally back to her senses. She woke up and found herself lying on a bamboo bunk, and her almost naked body was covered with a warm blanket. She wore revealing clothes when they went to the bar. No wonder her abductor did not need to strip her off of her dress.

She wondered if Amira was already home. She wished her sister did not encounter bastards and assholes just like she did.

Amaia studied the place. She was in a hut. It was small, simple, but neat. She assumed not more than one person lived here. But where was the werewolf who saved her?

She got out of the bed went out of the room. She found a few things in the living room, including boxes of medicines. It was still dark outside, and the moon was perfectly bright and round.

She saw the werewolf standing on the balcony, gazing at the moon. As far as Amaia can remember, werewolves transform every full moon and anytime at will. But they were the strongest during this particular time.

The werewolf turned to her direction without needing to call his attention. Amaia gulped, but she tried her best to fight the tension that was starting to build up inside her. She wrapped her arms around her when she felt the cool breeze brush her delicate skin. At first, she thought that this town was boring and it was a wrong move to spend a vacation here. She never thought she’d discover not-so peculiar creatures here.

“I-I just want to thank you for saving my life,” she started. “Thank you. I am Amaia, and I am new here.”

“Aren’t you scared of me?” he asked in a beastly tone.

“You saved me instead of hurting me.”

“I did the right thing. You don’t have to thank me.”

“I want to make it up to you.” Amaia approached him slowly. “My grandmother once told me that werewolves’ sexual urges are stronger than the usual during the full moon.”

Shock registered on his beastly appearance as he stared at her.

“What are you talking about?”

“I came from a family of witches, and I have magic powers. But you don’t have to worry. I’m not an enemy, especially to your kind.”

He did not respond.

“You know I can handle those men by myself if not because of the drug I inhaled. But I think that this is not just a coincidence… I think it was meant to be.”

“When the sun rises, you can go back to where you came from and forget that this happened.”

The werewolf was about to turn his back at her when she stopped him with her arms.

“I said I’m not an enemy. Stay here. I’m scared to be alone… please.”

He sighed and grabbed the bamboo railings.

“I’ve been keeping my control, woman. If you stay close to me like this… I might lose it and…”

“And what? Afraid you might claim me?” she teased.

“I’m afraid I might hurt you.”

“If you plan on hurting me, you could have done it already when I was still unconscious. Now I’m giving you my consent to use my body to satisfy you. Satisfy us both my werewolf…”

He stared at her. Amaia gulped. The more she felt the cold breeze against her skin, the more she realized how aroused and ready she was. He looked at her with unmistakable hunger and desire.

"I've made love with different men before but never with a werewolf, especially in his wolf form..."

The werewolf moved, and in an instant, Amaia found him behind her and herself trapped in his arms.

“I hope you won’t regret your words, Amaia,” he whispered behind her ear. The hair on her nape stood up.

“Try me,” she replied enticingly.

She caught the hem of her short dress and lifted it up slowly. She already felt his large hands on her waist before Amaia could totally remove it from her body. Amaia dropped her clothing on the ground. Amaia could feel his hot, ragged breathing against her shoulder and ear.

Amaia gasped and inhaled deeply when his hands moved all the way up to her breasts and caught them. Tiny moans of pleasure escaped her throat when he fondled her taught breasts firmly. Amaia leaned against the werewolf’s massive figure and hooked her arms around his neck.