A/N: Many thanks to my wonderful editor Lunarosa for her tireless help.

Changes had b een made from the original submission that hopefully enriched the story more. -BD Prologue The chirping sounds of the birds in the trees and the smell of the verdant fores t carried on the fresh breeze. The ancient trees towered over her as she walked through the faintly visible deer path, and she felt safe in the midst of the hus hed stillness of the primeval and remote place. She could hear the faint rustlin g of small animals in the underbrush frolicking and foraging for food. The place was teeming with life, but the one being she was looking for was noticeably abs ent. She hurried excitedly along the faint trail, hoping that she would find her elusive quarry. The sparkling lake water beckoned through the breaks in the tre es. She trudged through the sweet-smelling knee-high grass, not caring as it las hed at her naked form, and shielded her eyes with her hand from the sun to searc h the other end of the lake. "He's not coming," she thought forlornly, shoulders drooping with disappointment . Sighing, she slumped down and sat on the ground, pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around both legs as she rocked to and fro in an effort to comfort herself. The faint yipping sound reached her first and then the howling of several wolves ripped through the air and echoed across the vast stillness of the forest. Rais ing her head, she alertly scanned the surrounding area. On her right, just at th e edge of the tree line, she saw several pairs of glowing eyes staring at her, r evealing a pack of wolves that had found her. The biggest of them stepped forward. Its luxurious black fur glistened under the sun. Intelligent emerald eyes glowed with challenge as it cocked its head at he r and stalked silently forward. She sat frozen, waiting with baited breath to se e what the wolf would do next. Treading silently, it reached her and started sni ffing delicately at her folded hands. As the enormous wolf continued to lock eye s with her, boldly, it slowly licked and nudged her hands. The other wolves fade d back into the trees. "I thought you'd abandoned me," she softly told the wolf. "You're usually waitin g for me here." She lifted her hands and ruffled and caressed him behind his ear s. The majestic wolf preened under her hands. Suddenly, he nudged her strongly o nto her back and started licking her stomach with his slightly rough tongue. "Hey! Stop that!" she laughed. His tongue was like a torture device that tickled her endlessly. She was laughing hard as she tried to push his head away from he r. "No more, please!" She cried breathlessly, as the big wolf licked her belly b utton and sides. Sprawling helplessly on her back, she wrestled with him. She tried to gently pus h him away with her feet and legs, which centered the wolfbetween her legs as he moved to resist. The wolf paused in his licking while she took a huge breath to recover. The wolf put his paws beside her head and growled low in his chest. Sh e was so startled that she looked at him directly. And right before her astonish ed eyes, the wolf morphed into a man-wolf being. His whole body grew and elongat ed into a huge muscular shape of a man, but his head retained the ears and muzzl e of a wolf. His fingers were tipped with lethal looking claws and his mouth was

full of razor-sharp looking teeth. He was massive in appearance and dwarfed her as she lay underneath him. She was quite perplexed to realize that she was not alarmed or afraid of this monstrous being on top of her. Somehow she recognized that he would never harm or hurt her. Locking his eyes with hers, he slowly sniffed his way down to her open sex. She knew she should push him away and stand up, but she lay there unmoving, waiting for what he would do next. His mesmerizing emerald eyes glowed with unearthly li ght and compelled her to submit to him. Slowly, his tongue came out and leisurely lapped at her cunt lips. She hissed in pleasure. Her brain tried to make her limbs to move,to kick out and dislodge th e wolf-man that was now feasting on her open pussy! In her mind she was screamin g; "No! No! This is so wrong! It can't be happening," but she couldn't seem to o pen her mouth and say the words aloud. All she managed to utter were helpless mo ans punctuated with blissful sighs. The wolf-man kept his eyes locked on her as he continued to voraciously eat her cream. After she had cum many times, he stopped and straddled her body. He licke d, nipped, and lapped at her torso. He lavished her breasts with the same meticu lous attention as he did her pussy. She was so sated, all she could do was attem pt to move her head to the side to avoid his tongue as he sought her lips. As she continued to peruse the magnificent creature, she shyly sneaked a quick l ook at his package. He was enormously erect! His cock pointed straight down and seemed to be targeting her open pussy. His cock was like a small trunk of a tree ! At least it appeared that way to her inexperienced eyes. It was bigger than he r wrist and probably longer than a ruler. No way could that monster fit in anyon e's pussy, definitely not in her virginal one! She raised panicked eyes back to his amused ones. He appeared to be smirking at her as she heard his guttural wor d: "Mine!" Suddenly, he plunged his monster cock into her weeping pussy as she screamed -"Aaaahhhh!!" She bolted upright in her bed as her pussy continued to convulse in a tremendous climax. She laid back and panted until her breath evened out. She got up and went to the bathroom. Splashing cold water on her face, she watch ed her reflection in the mirror by the sink. This was not the first time she'd h ad these dreams, but it was the first that she had sex with the creature who was man and wolf. Mostly they just played and frolicked around, he in his wolf form . It was just so bizarre that she dreamed of sex, when in real life she was what anyone would call a prude. Something has to give, she thought. I cannot continue to have these weird dreams . Maybe Pam is right, and I need to get laid and get rid of this pesky virginity . Or maybe I'm just reading too many werewolf romance books, and my subconscious slotted it into my dreams. Time to lay off those paranormal romances, it's goin g to make me batty if I continue to have these dreams. Well I can't really compl ain much, he's one hot looking werewolf. Yawning, she took one last look in the mirror and sauntered back to bed. CHAPTER ONE "I can't believe you've talked me into this one. This is just plain crazy." Alex andra Grant glared at her best friend, Pamela Wilkes, as she closed the passenge r door of her friend's car. "Crashing parties when we were teenagers was fun, bu t this one screams of total irresponsibility. We can get into a lot of trouble f or this."

"Get off it already, girl. I promise you'll enjoy yourself. A girl I work with t old me that this guy throws such great and lavish parties. Besides, it's not act ually crashing a party. My friend told me that this party has an open door polic y. Anyone can come as long as they are with someone else who's been invited. Nob ody will know that we're crashing it, so quit your worrying, and for once, have fun! Of course it doesn't hurt that there is a lot of gorgeous eye candy in atte ndance too. Besides, you promised me that you'd make an effort to look for a man tonight and end your vow of celibacy," Pamela said with a smirk, "and I for one am not going to let you renege on it." "Is that all you can think about? Hooking up? Look at this place. We don't belon g here at all." Alexandra looked at the imposing front of the mansion, with all its lights ablaze. She couldn't help but cringe at the possibility of things goi ng bad. No one this rich throws a party and would just let anybody crash it. The re would be security to keep that from happening, right? How could the two of th em sneak in without anyone noticing? It seemed an impossible feat. "Besides," Al ex continued, "this get-up you've given me is really uncomfortable and too revea ling. They'll take one look at me and they'll throw us both out of the door." She tugged down the hem of the miniscule red dress and her breast almost popped out of the deep neckline. Pamela had dressed her in everything Alex was wearing that night down to the thong and strappy high heel shoes on her feet, although s he was not allowed a bra because according to her friend, it 'would ruin the lin e of the dress, for crying out loud!' If only she hadn't gotten drunk last week and agreed to this asinine proposal, she would be home relaxing and watching her favorite cable program, Overhauling. "Stop fidgeting, Alex! You look great. The dress looks decent, just a little bit on the sexy side. This is the first time in years since I've seen you in someth ing resembling a dress. If I had your voluptuous figure, I would proudly display it. Working in that auto shop of yours robs you of any semblance of femininity. Wearing coveralls all day will not attract the attention of the opposite sex. N ow, admit that you look wonderful." Alexandra cast a dubious glance down at herself and glared at Pamela. "You're ki dding, right?" 'Voluptuous' was such a misnomer. 'Chubby' was a more appropriate description for her. Sure, she had large breasts and curvy hips, but add that t o her diminutive height --she stood barely five foot two inches barefoot-- and s he couldn't believe she was the epitome of a desirable, sexy woman. "I look like I'm a high-priced hooker. And you know I'm more comfortable just we aring jeans and a t-shirt." She gave a resigned sigh, "It's too late to do anyth ing about it now so let's just get it over with. I'll give it a couple of hours, and if I don't find a man that truly revs up my engine then I'm out of here. If I don't find you by the time I'm ready to leave, I'll assume that you have foun d someone to hook up with and I'll just grab a cab home. Are we clear?" "Crystal. But promise that you'll give it a fair shot." Pamela unwaveringly star ed at her until she grudgingly nodded her head. Alex didn't understand why her friend was so concerned about Alex's nonexistent sex life that she had resorted to dragging Alex here. Admittedly, she might be a little old at twenty-five to still be a virgin, but there was no help for it. E very time she went out on a date, she felt like she was in an emotional vacuum. No matter how hard she tried or how charming her date was, there was just no spa rk or any physical attraction to tempt Alex to finally get the deed done. She wo uld not shortchange herself and settle for just a fuck. So what if she used her own fingers to get satisfaction? It got the job done. Besides, she was just too busy establishing her garage in a male-dominated field to put up with the hassle of a demanding man in her life.

Even as a little girl, she had always been fascinated with cars and engines. Whe n she was old enough, she helped her dad tinker and restore his old 1971 MGB. In high school, she went to a special vocational school to learn auto mechanics an d went to work at a small garage for two years, while hoarding her money to scra pe up enough to start her own. Now, five years later, she had her own garage wit h three full-time mechanics on staff. She just didn't have the time to date nor did she have the inclination to have sex just because everyone was doing it. It was not that she was waiting for marriage, just that she wanted to have her firs t time with someone who would fully engage all of her senses. Alex wanted to exp erience that overwhelming attraction and instant lust, and not settle for a tepi d and unremarkable encounter. Pamela grabbed Alex's arm and pulled her towards the huge opened double doors of the mansion. As theyneared, Pamela turned to her and mumbled, "Do what I tell y ou, and we'll bypass the guy manning the door." Alex glanced at the man by the door and almost ran back into the car. He was hug e, with bulging muscles and a menacing scowl on his face. She turned to Pamela a nd quietly asked, "Are you sure we can get through? Let's just forget this and g o home." "Hush! He might hear you. Come on and let's join that group of people so he won' t notice that we don't have an invitation." They hurried to catch up with the group waiting for their turn to enter, and by sheer luck, one of the women in the party turned to look at them and smiled enga gingly, so they smiled back and pretended they knew her. They sidled behind the woman, and as the group entered, they slipped by without the bouncer noticing th em. ********** "You'd better make sure everybody knows that this is the last time I'm going to put up with these endless parties," Rance de Montfort exclaimed. "I have had eno ugh of the constant parade of available bitches for my consideration. I'm tellin g you, as I have told the Council countless times, that I don't need a mate to r ule! I don't have any desire to tie myself down with just one woman; a variety o f pussies will do for me for now." He continued to restlessly pace across his be droom, and glowered at Damian, the other man in the room. Rance knew that it was not Damian's fault, but he was damn tired of everyone thr owing available bitches in his face. And he did mean 'bitches,' literally. As th e ruling Alpha Rex of the werewolves in North America, they expected him, soon a fter he had reached his two hundredth year, to whelp an heir. All of his predece ssors had found their destined mates during their second century of life, as was written on the ancient writings and promised by the Moon goddess Luna herself, and of course the council wanted him to follow after. The bunch of them were a p ain in his ass most of the time; they were so set in their ways and could not se em to let go of the archaic notion that a strong Alpha Rex was a mated one. Damian Beau watched his friend and Alpha Rex warily. Being his Beta and Prime En forcer, he knew better than anybody else that Rance was primed to explode. The t opic of finding a mate aggravated Rance. He could understand his friend's strong disgust at being forced to consider the idea. Ever since they were pups running wild together, Rance had always been popular with the bitches. They sought Ranc e out all the time, not just because of his station, but also because of his all uring, strong sexual magnetism for the opposite sex. Once Rance reached puberty, all he needed do was crook his finger and they came panting for his cock. It ca me as no surprise, then, that the werewolf Council's scheme to hunt for the Alph

a Rex's mate through these organized parties was trying his patience. Every bitc h in attendance was hopeful that she would be considered for the exalted positio n of Alpha Regina. "I don't need help finding my mate," Rance muttered. "I am capable of doing it myself without the interference of those meddling fool s. Did they forget that there is only one lifemate for us? No matter how many be autiful bitches they shove under my nose, if she's not my destined Regina, no fo rce on earth will make me take her as mate." Finding a mate was instinctual to wolves, but some just settled for a companions hip/fuck buddy relationship. Of course, being part human, some aspired to be so highly connected to the ruling monarch through marriage. Thus, Rance continued t o endure the endless parties and parade of every available bitches on the contin ent. It didn't help that it had been written in the Sacred Books that an Alpha R ex chosen by the Goddess would find his mate on the month of his two hundredth y ear; this was the reason the Council was obstinately set on hosting these events . "You have to give them credit for the effort they've done. I believe they have i nvited the whole shifter world, and some mortals too. Nothing is to be left to c hance that you won't find your mate in the month of your birth, as others before you have done. I suppose they are hopeful that you'll finally stop fucking all the available bitches and settle with just one," Damian smirked. Rance glared at him and started walking toward the door. "The problem with being surrounded with available, horny bitches is that I'm so hard all the time and I can't do anything about it without them thinking they'll be mated to me after the fuck." He paused with his hands on the doorknob and tu rned to Damian, "Let's just get this thing over with. See to it that no one sets foot inside my bedroom unless I expressly approve. I don't want any overzealous bitch finding her way in here. Is that clear?" "Yes, Alpha Rex." Rance opened the door and purposefully walked out the room. This would be the en d of the Council butting into his personal life. He was through placating and gi ving in to them. After this night was over, he would throw everyone out of his h ome and enjoy relative peace without the endless bustle of activities and people demanding his constant attention. ***** The minute Alex entered the enormous entrance hall, her eyes were riveted to a p ortrait hanging on one of the walls. It was not because of the sheer size of it, but the life-like appearance of the man and mesmerizing glint of his emerald ey es. In a trance, she closed the distance between her and the portrait. Her reaction to the painting was visceral. Alex'sheart started pumping hard whil e her lungs labored to breathe. Her forehead was dotted with sweat, and dark spo ts started appearing before her eyes. Inexperienced as she was, she couldn't und erstand why immediately after that reaction, her vagina wettened and her clit th robbed in tandem with her heart. Her breasts got heavy and her nipples started t ingling and became hardened nubs. It felt like her whole body was so sensitized that Alex was on the verge of an explosive orgasm, just by looking at the painti ng. The man in the painting was very tall, probably six-five give or take an inch, a

nd very muscularly built. Dressed in casual clothes of buttoned down shirt with sleeves folded, jeans, and boots, he leaned on a tree, while a wolf sat by his s ide on the grass. His shoulders and arms looked huge, and strained the sleeves o f his shirt, even indolently posed as he was. His flowing sable hair whipped abo ut his arresting chiseled face. The emerald green eyes seemed to stare directly into her soul and unearthed all of her secret dreams and desires. His lips were curved in a sensuous smile that made her think of satin sheets and wild moonlit sex. If the artist had done him justice and depicted it realistically, the bulge between his legs, although dormant, hinted that he was more than well-endowed i n that area. As she continued to stare raptly, she felt like she was standing on a precipice with a glimpse of her future just ahead. Alex had a feeling that she was somehow connected to him in a way that would totally change her life. She had never exp erienced so strong a reaction to any man before and it scared her a lot. Alex wa s a firm believer that there was someone meant for everyone, that is, if one was fortunate enough to find him or her in one's lifetime. She was afraid that this man, an image she wasn't even sure was real, was alive, could be him for her. Alex's convictions stemmed from observing her parents' relationship. Even in a s ociety where divorce and separation was commonplace, her parents epitomized true commitment to one's partner. Her Mom and Dad met at a company picnic where her Dad used to work. They were both dating other people at the time, but they ferve ntly claimed that once their eyes met, they knew right away that destiny had fou nd them. They were inseparable after that, and married three months later. They would be celebrating their twenty-seventh anniversary soon.

Alex sometimes envied their devotion to and obvious love for one another, and ho ped that one day she'd find what they had. They were openly affectionate and had shown her that intimacy with the right person is the most beautiful thing in th e world. She wanted to fall madly, hopelessly and passionately in love, just lik e her parents had. Her reticence to having sex for the sake of having it stemmed from her desire to experience what her parents had. But this man can't be him. It's just impossible! Even if he's real, he's too gorgeous to be attracted to or dinary-looking me. She imperceptibly shook her head; I know I'll languish to dea th with unrequited love if I were to set my sights on him in the flesh. She sigh ed. "Alex, are you okay? You look a little flushed. For a minute there I thought you 'd faint when you started hyperventilating," Pamela glanced up at the portrait, "That's one hot guy in that painting. He's positively scrumptious!" Alex had trouble looking away from the portrait long enough to respond to her co ncerned friend, "I'm alright. I guess I'm a little hungry. We were too busy at t he garage today so I skipped lunch, but I'm fine now." "Let's get going then. These parties offer a buffet supper so you can have somet hing before we go out and scope out the available studs," Pamela comically leere d at her, "We'd better appease your hunger for food first before we go hunting f or the other meat that will feed your other hunger." She couldn't help but laugh at her friend. She was like a dog with a bone sometimes. "Come on then, time is ticking. I told you I'd only stay for a couple of hours a nd after that all bets are off. Time to go ahunting for that perfect guy that wi ll screw me to a blazing orgasm," Alex jokingly said. She took another longing look at the painting and wished that she'd get to meet the real person who posed for it. She wouldn't mind meeting and giving her virgi

nity to him! Wishful thinking on her part, she knew, but a woman could dream, ri ght? No one who looked that gorgeous would settle for an ordinary looking, overw eight woman like her. If men like that exist, they look for gorgeous sylphlike women who have perfect bodies. I can't compete, and have no intention of doing so! Guys like that are w elcome to the supermodel type."She mentally shrugged. Alex and Pamela set off in search of the buffet spread. She had at least one hun ger she planned to satisfy. To be continued....