Luc shook his head to try and clear it. Scrambling out of the tent, he looked around and found her heading into a forested section across from their tent. He followed her and watched her climb a tree. “As if that would do any good,” he thought to himself. Meg was about ten feet off the ground and sitting on a limb. It was almost a comical sight. She had on socks, a teeshirt and a flannel shirt. Nothing else. She was trying to tuck the tails of her shirt under her ass. Granted, he had on even less. Just his socks and his flannel shirt. He loped over to the tree and after a minute looked up at her.
“Meg, we need to talk,” he said stretching his neck and shoulders.
“Damn right we do! What the hell are you?” she asked.
“I’m a shifter. You’d call me a werewolf,” he said, trying to get his jaw back to more human proportions.
“I thought that was just fairy tale junk,” she said.
“No, we are more than just a fairy tale. We really do exist. However, it’s genetic, not a disease or a curse like the movies would have you think,” Luc said, moving a bit closer to the tree.
“Stop right there! No closer,” she said.
“Meg, I’m not going to hurt you, I’m sorry I scared you. I lost control,” he said.
“You lost control? You mean that you normally have sex and no one ever notices that you’re… you’re a werewolf?” she asked.
“Well, some don’t exactly. I usually have the presence of mind to talk to my date and explain myself. You just short circuited me and I didn’t say anything,” he said. “Boy did I blow this one! Damn.”
“You had the whole bloody hike up here to explain yourself!” she yelled. “Or, you could have mentioned it before we ever set out!”
“Meg, Please settle down. I admit that I should have spoken to you about things sooner. I apologize,” Luc said as he moved closer to the tree.
“Fine, so when did you plan to tell me, or did you think I wouldn’t notice?” she asked.
“Meg, I knew you would notice. I should have said something, and I’ve apologized. Can we at least go back to the tent? It’s cold out here.
Meg looked at him, thought about it and how hard the branch was against her ass. “You sure this isn’t contagious?” she asked.
“No! I was born this way,” he said, just a bit exasperated. “I won’t hurt you. Hell, I even keep my nails trimmed.”
“Nails trimmed?”
“Yeah, if I shift all the way, I don’t want to scratch anyone,” he said.
“You mean some women actually like it when you shift all the way? Do you look like a dog or something then?” she asked.
“I look like a wolf, a big one. As for women, yes… some of them do like it ‘doggy style’. After one woman asked me to wear booties, I started to keep my nails trimmed.”
“Booties? she asked. “She actually asked you to wear booties?”
“Yeah. Said the sex was great except for the fact that I scratched her back with my paws. It isn’t so unusual. My cousin wears them all the time,” Luc said rather nonchalantly.
Meg thought about this. The bark was cutting into her ass and it was getting colder. He really was a nice guy, but it startled the hell out of her when he changed. “Well,… maybe” she thought to herself. Meg moved a bit on the branch and realized that her ass and more sensitive bits were hurting. “Okay, I’m coming down,” she said. Meg moved closer to the trunk so she could climb down. Her sock caught on a twig stub and she started to fall.
Luc , who was watching Meg, saw her start to fall and moved under the tree. He caught her before she could get hurt. His arms wrapped around her and he found himself cuddling her ass.
“Gotcha!” he said and moved to set her down slowly.
“Th… thank you,” she gasped, realizing how close she came to being really hurt. “I slipped,” she said.
“Yeah, you did.” Luc was about to set her down, and changed his mind. Instead, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her back to the tent. Once they got there, he sat her down at the entrance of the tent. “There you go. If you hand me my jeans, and bag, I’ll sleep outside.”
Meg swallowed hard. Luc had been decent. Plus, he was a great kisser. Just that turn furry thing to get over. “Luc, You did freak me out, but I was enjoying myself. Can we give it another try?” she asked.
Luc looked at her, and sniffed the air. She wasn’t lying. Go for it!!!” said that voice in his head. “Are you sure?” he asked stepping forward. Meg didn’t flinch when he moved. That was a good sign.
“Yes. I’m sure,” Meg said and held her hand out to him.
Luc moved towards her and they crawled back into the tent and straightened the sleeping bags. He laid back and held out his hand to her. Meg moved towards him and slowly ran her hands up his body. By the time her hand reached his thigh, his cock was standing at attention. She let her hand graze the tip as she moved up to kiss Luc on the face.
“Do… do you shift all the way? Or, do you go sorta half way and stay there?” she asked.
“Both. I try to stay as human as possible, but some days my control just blows.”
Meg nodded and then bent down to kiss him on the lips. They kissed and kissed until she was gasping. His lips felt so good. Then his hand ran down her side towards her ass. She was still a bit cold, and he tried to warm her up by massaging her skin. Meg moaned under his touch. Luc moved her closer to him until she was snuggled close on his chest. Her hand moved down to his erection and she wrapped her fingers around him.