'Oh, how you have such a hold on him' The voice spoke, in the hard shadows of the fire in the room the two violet eyes appeared.
'I felt his hatred for himself, as he realised he shot you...' She came out of the shadow and strolled slowly and confidently to the bed.
'But, now you as beautiful and innocent as you are, you're in the way, i have never met, a man with quite the iron mentally solid will as your beloved man... And i have, to have him'
She came in next to the bed and streeled over the wounded arm.
'In exchange you will be made whole again, but you will never be with him, again'
The violet eyed woman bent over and kissed Suzette on her lips.
'Not soon, but not later, you will stand up from this, when i need you the most, my pretty blue eyes'
***
Phillip came down the steps into the living room, Benson still sat with the rifle on his lap.
"Will you keep an eye on Suzette for a little while?" Phillip asked.
"Where are you going?"
"To get the truth out of Anna"
Benson noded "I will, but listen to me Phillip, im making plans to get the fuck out of here, I have a chopper that can come pick me up... i, i can't go on like this son"
"I understand, give me another day, and both me and Suzette will probably join you"
Benson nodded.
Out into the dark Phillip didn't walk quickly, the cold couldn't even freeze away the shame he has for his actions against Suzette. When he stepped up onto her porch he heard her call from inside.
"Its open!"
When Phillip entered the cabin he nearly tripped when he saw Anna sitting in her chair by the fire. She wasn't wearing her usual native American attire, instead she had a thin cotton material one piece dress on, it showed off her physique in its fullest, unlike Suzette's skinny body, Anna was lean with muscle, not ripped but her body was more a woman than Suzette appeared, fit, and healthy, even her breasts were clearly larger than Suzette's. Then her hair, longer than Phillip estemated, it hung down the side of the couch to the ground as she sat sideways with her legs sprawled over the side of the couch, her bare feet calmly swiveling towards the fire. He dared approach, it felt like her finesse itself pushed him back, he wanted to sit but she lifted a hand.
"Stay standing" She asked and stood up. Her hair was as long as she was, and thick in volume, just short enough not to touch the ground.
"I want my paymend for her life, she means alot to you, i know, but i want just this favour, in return you owe me nothing" She said and approached him step, for step, hands folded behind her back, and purposefully pushing her chest out.
"Im not going to deny Anna, i am grateful, and ill do anything you want"
She stopped infront of him "Remove your coat"
He slowly unbuttoned it and threw it over the couch behind him. She reached out and touched his chest.
"Sometimes i wonder, why women find a muscular man attractive, when some men are so muscular, its not nice to hug him" She looked up to his face "its like hugging a pillar"
"You disappointed?" He asked.
"No" she said and started unbuttoning his shirt "You must have a reason to be this muscular, right?" She said and held her breath when she parted the shirt open. Phillip still had a tanktop on underneath for extra insulation, but it sat tight against his torsoe, Anna could already make out he was rather built.
"Right?" She asked again, he heard a quiver in her voice.
"Being what i was, required me to be better today, than the day before, every day i was pushed to my limits, in order to be the best at what i was"
"A soldier?" She asked stroking her hand over his chest.
"Sort of"
She looked up at him "Sort of?"
"I was a specialized unit called a recce, we did things the outside world can't know of, so we were more a strike team, than soldiers"
She waves her hand up "Remove it" She referred to his shirt, he took it off and finally that blush appeared on her face again.
"Are you sure this is your first time? You demands are that of a woman that knows what she wants?" He said looking at her face.
"It is my first, and i plan to savour it" She reached out and touched an old wound in his shoulder "This?"
"AK 47" he replied making her quickly retract her hand. He laughed softly.
"That put you off?"
"No, i have never met anyone who survived a bite from that weapon"
He placed his finger on the soft tissue of the wound "I almost died from it, luckily i got help quick enough"
She came in next to him and took his hand "Follow me" She asked and led him up the stairs, Phillip watched her from behind as she walked, a feminine sway in her hips, and a confident stride, he felt his attraction towards her grow, and his loins warmed up. In a bedroom with similar native American decor she stopped with him next to a big Queen size bed, the blankets were thick, and seemed very warm. She let go of his hand and opened it, climbed in and held her hand to him, he took it softly and she drew him in on top of her, then laid down on her pillow.
"Close us with the blankets" She whispered. Phillip did it, she was now covered by shadow, only her face visible in the strong offset light of the fire, he saw her twich and shift and to his surprise the one piece dress came over her head.
"You sure about this?" He asked feeling his hormones stir up, wordless she reached down and undid his pants, kicking them off, and bringing his belt with the revolver up and dropping it to the floor, she then placed her hands on his shoulders, and drew him against her body, Phillip felt his insides twist with lust as her bare warm skin met his. She placed her hand behind his head and drew him in tighter, then whispered in his ear.
"Don't hesitate, i want this, do it as you would do it with her"
Phillip brought his head back up and kissed her passionately, she responded by embracing him tightly, feeylibg his muscular back, diging her nails into him. He then felt her hand move down between them
"Make love to me" She heaved, attempting to get him in her, but then the sounds of AK gunfire and a screaming woman made them both stop.
***
Benson felt uneasy, being alone in a room was never a problem for him, but here, in this haunted blasted place, it felt like every bump, every creek, every tatter of a window in the wind was something coming for him, he knew somewhat how a rifle works, perks of being a millionaire Benson has fired almost every weapon in his spare time. The AK was half empty, he saw the duffel bag lying one side and checked it, inside he found rounds and filed up the mag. Feeling happier about the fresh magazine he looked up but flinched, at the door stood a wolf but a normal one, it still made it eery, and awkward, it didn't snarl, or growl, it just stood there watching him.
"Uh, good wolfy?" He mumbled gripping the AK, now it reacted, drawing its lips far back, exposing its white fangs, he aimed the rifle but it was suddenly gone. Benson quickly scanned the room, pointing the rifle in all directions, but saw nothing, then he rememberd Suzette. Benson ran up to her room and opened the door. Shivers had him, the bed had something under the blankets, but it couldn't be Suzette, it was too big, the entire blanket was swolen with something under it. There was breathing, he saw the blanket rise and fall, then a growl, he slowly leveled the rifle.
"Uh, Suzette?"
The growl became deeper, then out from it a gold yellow wolf stepped and climbed onto the floor, it turned to him, glaring at him with it's dark blue eyes.
"My goodness, she, Suzette, became a wolf!?" He yelled backing up, the wolf roared and he fired, but in a flash she was over him as he fell and out a window.
"Fuck! Fuuck!" He yelled getting up and looking out the broken window, the wolf dissapeared into the mist, and then a scream came from down the road, Benson went to investigate.
End chapter