Embrace of the Lycan - Chapter 10

Chapter 10
He took a step back from the bed, and stood in the centre of the small room. He started to breath heavily once again, then threw back his head and roared. The roar started as a human voice, but altered quickly, and gained a darker, bestial quality to it. Krisztina watched in amazement as his face grew longer. His tanned skin darkened but did not grow hair like she expected. He drew another lung full of air, and emitted another feral roar, as if the release of this energy brought about the change. He continued to grow and swell in height and musculature. The shape of his legs altered, as he grew in stature, which seemed to cause a strange popping and creaking of his bones and ligature. His hands grew larger, and the fingers became hooked with razor sharp claws. Hair had now appeared all around his neck and shoulders like a mantle. His face was not human any longer, but it was not exactly a wolf’s either, but something in between. One thing she knew for sure, he was unrecognisable as Lucian.

He stood there in all his Lycan glory. There was an unmistakable presence about him of strength and power. No wonder the Vampires were scared of the Lycans. He looked like he had the power to rip a man in two.

Feeling that the change was over, she gingerly stood, and was only about a foot away from the fantastic beast as he snorted. She looked at him again from the ground up. The skin was now almost black, and it was glossy and smooth as it rippled over the muscles. There was more hair at the back of the legs, a mass around the crotch, and some on the chest.

She then looked in the eyes. They were now completely black, and as she made eye contact, the beast elicited a slow steady growl and pulled back his lips in a snarl to reveal yellowing fangs.

Krisztina’s heart was pounding in her chest, and the beast could sense it. The creaturel could sense the fear starting to build in the puny body before it, and wanted to rend and dismember. The beast looked in the eyes of this human, and they were wide and honest. The animal then sensed the fear dissipating, her heartbeat slowing down, the dilated pupils returning to normal size. All he could sense now was love and compassion, there in those dark pools.

Lucian started the change back to human form. He willed his bone structure to revert to normal stature, the muscles and ligaments shrank back, and his skin paled to his normal tan.

Lucian, completely human again, looked at Krisztina and waited for a response.

Once back in human form, Krisztina noticed that most of the cuts and bruises had completely vanished. The transformation had healed far better than any of her ministration. Tremblingly slightly, she reached out a hand to touch his shoulder and asked, ‘Does it hurt when you change?’

He couldn’t help but smile. She had just stood her ground in front of an 8 foot monster, and was concerned for him. Most people would have been running as fast as their legs could carry them. He was quite astounded at her reaction really. Sonja never showed fear of his Lycan nature, but then she was Vampire-born, and had grown up surrounded by Lycan. Convinced of her own superiority, she never considered them a threat.

He took her hands, and said, ‘No, it does not hurt as such.’

‘Oh.’ Krisztina felt a bit stupid then, at her lack of anything else sensible to say.

‘Were you not afraid?’ he asked.

‘Yes,’ she replied. ‘…And no. I knew that it was you in there, somewhere. I know that you would never hurt me, not on purpose anyway.’

Lucian winced at the comment, and knew it had hit the mark it was intended. He was sorry that he had caused her pain. Raze was right in that if he had been less self centred and let Krisztina know how he felt towards her, she never would have let herself be violated by that scum Tibor. He wanted to wipe the horror from her mind, and remind her of what it could be like.

He embraced her tenderly, and kissed her softly, and then more passionately. It amazed him that even after her seeing him in his Lycan form, she accepted him, and loved him for what he was. She was still willing to share herself with him, in truth she seemed keener. She seemed desperate to open herself fully. Her passion was arousing him, and he felt a surge of power in his groin. He lay her back on the bed, and this time would not allow any interruptions. She met his every move with an intensity that was wholly thrilling.

He gripped her hair in one hand and tipped her head back slowly, and trailed kisses all down her neck and onto her breasts. Her eyes fluttered, and a small moan escaped her mouth as his lips skimmed over her nipples and back up to her collar bone. His hips moved slowly and she could feel him throbbing against her. He resumed kissing her lips, and she moved restlessly against him, silently beckoning him on. His tongue thrust at her mouth at the same moment as his hips surged forward, and she couldn’t stop herself from crying out. He wrapped his arms tight around her, pulling her onto him. She revelled in the strength those hands held, infinitely powerful, yet gentle against her skin.

She could contain herself no longer, and allowed the wave of pleasure to wash over her, and it cleansed her of all the despondency she had felt at the start of the day. They lay entwined together, occasionally kissing, but enjoying the languid afterglow of their lovemaking.

Embarrassingly, her stomach took this time to remind her that she had not eaten yet and it was already middle of the afternoon. They both laughed, and Lucian confessed he was hungry too, and playfully pretended to bite at her shoulder. She squealed with delight and mock fright, and then he gracefully dismounted the bed and put on his trousers.

She moaned in disappointment that he was dressing, and he pointed at her and said, ‘I shall go find us some food – you …stay put!’

She smiled at him as he went through the door. She was happier than she had ever been in her young life. She replayed their lovemaking in her mind, and had to stifle a squeal of delight that she had had the pleasure of joining with this handsome alpha male. If only every afternoon could be this delightful.

That reflection however, sent her thoughts on a dark path of reality, and she sat there, despondent once more, that her life was not her own.

She looked towards the window. The sun was still clearly visible, but would be setting in a few hours. By the dawn, she would be a prisoner. She knew that she could never live like that. She would not live like that. She knew enough herbology to give herself a pain free exit from her incarceration.

Lucian bounded into the room enthusiastically, and for a moment, she smiled at his infectiously cheerful disposition. He kissed her on the cheek and shoved some smoked sausage into her mouth, and then proceeded to chew noisily on a big bite of his own.

She swallowed her mouthful, and then said, ‘I love you.’

He stopped chewing for a second and looked at her, his face unreadable. She held her breath, not really sure just how he would respond. She knew that he was still in love with Sonja, and that he always would be, but hoped that there would be a small corner of his heart that she could claim.

He commenced chewing and stroked her hair and cheek. Once he had swallowed, he said softly, ‘I love you too.’

Krisztina’s heart rose and sank at the same time.

‘Then turn me. Turn me into a Lycan!’ She pleaded.

‘Krisztina! I … I… you cannot ask this of me.’

‘Why not? I beg you, please.’

‘Because I told you before… our bite is lethal. Should you not turn successfully, I could not bare to sit and watch you die.’

‘Then you condemn me to death!’