Jacob

Constantly being in the same house as Ana is quickly driving me to madness. I can smell her musk in every room, and every time I see her, my wolf rages inside of me. Her heat pulls at me so hard that it becomes nearly impossible to think of anything else.

I've finally decided that I have to do something about it. A wolf can only endure so much before a release is needed. This morning, I will leave the house later than usual. There is something that has to be done first.

Ana is on the patio, staring up at the sky. I glance at her through the window in the living room. The way that the sun creates glimpses of fire on her hair and shapes her body through shadows makes me swallow.

I have to do this now, before I lose every sense of rationality that I have left. I swing around and head back up the stairs.

In the bathroom, I strip myself, slowly. What would happen if this was Ana? If she was the one now dragging my shirt over my head, dropping it on the floor as her nails scratched across my chest? If she pulled down my pants, and shoved me up against the wall with an animal fervor?

The thought makes me shiver, and turns me on. My cock is already rock-hard, something that's been the case for every waking hour over the last few days. I tried to pretend that it wasn't real, that I was the stoic Alpha who was entirely in control of himself.

But I know that I am not. I have to do this, to get some reprieve from the wild aching of the wolf that paces its cage inside of me.

The water of the shower rushes over me in a hot, angry river when I open it as wide as I can. Each drop that runs over my head, my back, wakes up the nerves that fire through my limbs.

"Jacob, will you fuck me?" Ana's figure floats into my mind, biting her forefinger as if she's the centerfold of a Playboy magazine. "Please? I've wanted to for so long."

Even the imagined movements of her body serve to rile me up, to make heat build up in my core. My breath rushes in answer to her question, and I lean forward with my left hand on the wall.

I close my eyes to catch that vision of Ana and pull it closer to me. It feels as if my dick is now straining with the blood that rushes towards it, filling it to the brim with sexual energy.

The heat of the water mingles with the scent of Ana's musk that permeates the air, making me grunt. It's now or never.

I reach down with my right hand, four fingers under my cock, and my thumb on top. In my mind, my hand transforms into Ana's pussy, soft, wet, and warm inside. I start to move it, slowly, my thumb rubbing at the shaft, the other four fingers serving as a mount, angling it slightly upwards.

My imagination paints a vivid picture of Ana against the wall, her nails digging into my back. I can feel her hair falling over my shoulder as we catch one another's rhythm, her breath in my neck, fast and harsh.

I want to do this faster, angrier, but I keep my movements at a steady pace. I have been postponing this for so long, I want to savor it now. The fingers of my left hand curl into a fist against the wall.

The muscles in my legs twitch with the pleasure of it. My thoughts echo the feeling, magnified ten times if Ana's body was pressed so tightly against mine. The ravaging animals raging inside of us compel her to bite me on my shoulder, perhaps even drawing blood.

I grit my teeth as my imagination forces my grip to tighten, my cock to hunger for what is possible if I give in to its urges. The water runs down my legs alongside the electric sensation of the hunt for satisfaction.

"Can I put it in my mouth?" My imagination flashes an image of Ana's lips at me, sliding over my dick, her eyes turned upward to catch mine. Blood rushes further with that picture in my head.

It quickly turns into movement as I think of wrapping my fingers into her hair, pushing her down until my cock touches the back of her throat. The feeling of it makes its way down my arm and echoes through the blood in my veins.

I picture moving her head to my pleasure, finally releasing her so that she can catch her breath. That relief would last only a few seconds, as I would pull her to her feet, lie back, and watch her straddle me. I can feel her begin to move her hips in my mind, a matching rhythm building in myself.

Eyes still closed, I lift my head so that the water of the shower crashes over my face. My breath is coming in quick waves now, my hand sensing that the moment is right to increase the speed.

"Oh, fuck, oh fuck." The Ana in my mind copies my movement, throwing her head back as she rides me, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I imagine the heat of the friction between us, the sweat covering our bodies as we reach together for that elusive moment of ecstasy.

I lean forward again, my head almost touching the shower wall. My muscles are now constantly tightening, driving all of my energy into my dick, searching for the end. I loosen my grip, but increase the speed to a rhythm that drives the imaginary Ana wild.

In my mind, she is driven to loud moans as her body tumbles her into those seconds of pure paradise. I could flip her over and hold her down with one hand wrapped into her hair, the other stabilizing her hips so that I can ram into her as hard as possible.

I can feel the heat building at the bottom of my stomach, letting me know that I am getting close. A frown builds on my forehead as I tighten the muscles in my jaw.

Then, with Ana's face in my mind, I tumble over the edge of the cliff and finally reach that peak of orgasm, my eyes flashing open with the force of it. I growl loudly as the relief crashes over me in waves and I finish in the corner of the shower.

The leftovers of what I have just done are quickly washed away in the shallow current of the water. It takes at least a minute longer for my breathing to settle and my sanity to return. I cross both arms against the wall and lean on them with my head, staring at the drops running down towards the drain.

As my head clears, guilt comes to replace the hunger that I have finally satisfied. It was Ana that filled my fantasies, not Gisele. I know that I still love her, that I haven't forgiven Ana for taking her towards that ravine in the first place.

But Gisele was not the one that filled my head, that drove me to that scene in the shower. It was a desperation to rid myself of the animal that Ana's heat has been making of me. Still, I feel that Gisele should have been the image that inspired me during it.

Why did I see Ana like that? I've never thought of her in such a way. I am convinced that it is her heat that is messing with my head, that Gisele will return to my mind once this is all over.

The guilt is not so easily shoved aside, however. As I wash my body, rinse it, and finally shut the water off, I can only see Gisele's disappointment in my mind. Surely she would be furious at me.

"I'm an idiot, Gisele," I say to the empty room as I get out of the shower. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I've done this."

I don't know if Gisele would have forgiven me if she knew. Maybe she would tell me that it was time to move forward. But I can't do that. Gisele was my true mate, and I still love her with every broken fragment of my soul.

To myself, I promise that this will not happen again. That I will be more in control of my wolf and this was a single faltering. No one else will ever know about this. I can hear Ana move inside from the patio downstairs, and I wonder if she noticed anything.

My body feels tired after releasing so much energy, yet I have so much to do today. I sigh as I pull my clothes on, still feeling naked when I have done so. I pass Ana's room without looking at it, hoping that the guilt will not eat me alive.