Chapter 34"Tory

"Where are you taking me?" Tory asked, her voice thick with curiosity as she held tightly onto my waist.

"It's a place I always go when I need to think," I replied, feeling the warmth of her hand slide down my abdomen to "hold on." I'm not going to lie — I liked that, and a soft "hehe" escaped my mind.

A few minutes later, I stopped the bike at the top of a secluded mountain. The cool night air blew around us, and Tory frowned. "Huh? Why did you bring me to a mountain?"

"You haven't seen anything yet," I said, getting off the bike and holding out my hand to her. "Come with me." I led her to the peak, where the view opened up like a gift.

"Holy crap…" Tory muttered, her eyes wide. "You can see almost all of Los Angeles from here, and this full moon… it's all starry." The silvery glow of the moon illuminated her surprised face, and for a moment, she was speechless.

"Hmph," I teased, with a half smile. "You always judge before you know the whole story."

She didn't answer, just looked away, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. I took her hand and said, "Come." I lifted her to the edge with me, and we sat there, our feet dangling over the emptiness, admiring the city twinkling below.

We sat in silence for a while, the sound of the wind mixing with the distant chirping of crickets. I lit a cigarette, the flame of the lighter illuminating my face for a second before I took a long drag.

"!!!! Clark… Are you smoking?" Tory exclaimed, giving me a mocking smile. "I didn't think that straight-laced nerd Clark would do that."

I took the cigarette out of my mouth, blowing the smoke to the side as I smiled, my eyes fixed on the horizon. "Don't worry so much, Tory. I'm a big boy now."

"Hmph… Who's worried, idiot?" she retorted, turning her face away with red cheeks. After a pause, she looked back at me, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "And what will your girlfriend do if she finds out you're here with me?"

"Don't worry about Sam," I said calmly. "She won't just attack you out of nowhere." I took a beer out of my backpack—I'd bought it before I'd met her on the street—and offered it to her. "Here."

"Okay," she said, accepting the can and taking a sip.

After a few minutes of silence, her voice cut through the stillness. "Clark… You told me that day that you only came back to Los Angeles because of me. Is that true?" she asked, taking another sip, her eyes fixed on the beer.

"Yes, it's true," I confirmed, turning to face her. "I had no plans to come back here, but when some things happened to me… all I could think about was you. It felt wrong to be so far away. It's like my soul was asking to be here with you." This is real, I thought. I don't know what it is, but when I'm away from her, my wolf part seems to weaken. I can't explain it.

She stared at me, completely shocked by my words. "Clark, I can't take it anymore…" Suddenly, she climbed onto my lap and kissed me, her warm lips pressing against mine urgently.

"!!!! Tory…" I muttered, surprised.

"Shut up," she whispered, threading her fingers through my hair. "Let's just enjoy this." She kissed me again, deeper this time.

I grabbed her waist, and the kiss that had started with just lips turned into a battle of tongues. Our saliva mingled, the flavors merging in each other's mouths. It was more than just a kiss—it was hunger, need. I took my hand off her waist and grabbed her ass tightly, pulling her closer to me. I started kissing her neck, my teeth grazing the skin, almost biting it, as she moaned softly. "Clark… ahh," she said, and then she bit my bottom lip, returning to the kiss with even more intensity, her tongue dancing with mine.

"Clark, take off your shirt," she said breathlessly. I obeyed immediately, ripping off my shirt and throwing it aside. She did the same, taking off her blouse and standing in front of me in just her bra, her skin shining in the moonlight. I kissed her neck again, moving my lips down as my hands moved up to her breasts, squeezing them firmly through the fabric.

"Ahh," she moaned, a soft sound that set me on fire. I met her eyes—they were blazing, screaming, " Take me now ." I unhooked her bra in one swift motion, and her breasts sprang free, milky white, perfect. I began to massage them, my thumbs teasing her nipples as she writhed in my lap.

"Ahh, ohh, Clark…" she sighed. I grabbed one of her breasts and brought it into my mouth, sucking hard, my tongue swirling as she moaned louder. "Ahhh, ohh…" She hugged my head, her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me against her. "Clarrk, I'm gonna… ahhh, ahhhhh!" Her whole body shook, and she came, her moans echoing off the mountain.

"Did you cum, Tory?" I asked, looking up at her.

With a red face, she turned her head away. "Of course not, you idiot…" she muttered, clearly lying.

I smiled, leaning in to kiss her again. "Ahh, slurrp," the sound of our lips mingled with the night air. Halfway through the kiss, she stopped, pulled her face away, and with a shy touch of her hair, tied it back. "Clark… I'm a virgin," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Something inside me roared at that—a primal, wild instinct kicked in. I grabbed her waist, lifted her off my lap, and spread my shirt on the floor like a makeshift rug. I laid her on top of me, my eyes fixed on hers. "I'm going to take you here today, Tory. You're all mine, and mine alone. I'm not letting you go."

She was visibly embarrassed, her heart racing, but there was desire in her eyes too. I started kissing her mouth again, the lipstick that had been there before now smudged, lost in the intensity. I moved down to her breasts, sucking each one as I unbuttoned her pants. My tongue traced a path across her belly, licking the warm skin, and she moaned, the sound sweet and desperate. "Clark… ahh, Clark," she called my name, lifting her legs to help me take off her pants. She was left only in her panties—a simple white piece that contrasted with the wildness of the moment.

I ran my hand over her pussy slowly, feeling the heat through the fabric. "Clark… ahh, ahh," she moaned, her hips moving against my fingers. I pulled her panties down, revealing her completely, and positioned myself between her legs. I began to lick her slowly, my tongue exploring every inch as she writhed. "Ahh, Clarkkk, ahhhh…" I slipped a finger inside her, then two, following the movements of my mouth. She grabbed my hair, pressing my head against her. "Ahhh, I'm coming again… ahhhh, AHHH!" She came again, the hot liquid running into my mouth as she trembled.

After a minute for her to breathe, I took off all my clothes. When she saw my cock, her eyes widened, her face pale with fright. "Clark… This is too big, it won't fit me… It's impossible."

"Don't worry, beautiful," I whispered, stepping closer. "I'll be gentle."

She was shaking—with pleasure, fear, maybe both. I didn't give her time to think too much. I pressed my head against her entrance, and she hugged me tightly. "Ahhh, Clark, slow down…" she begged, her voice shaking. After a few seconds, I pushed in slowly, entering halfway. The barrier of her virginity gave way, and she cried out. "CLARRK, AHHH… IT HURT, AHHH, IT BURN!" Her eyes filled with tears, her arms tightening around me as if I were her anchor. I stood still for a few minutes, letting her adjust.

"You can move…" she said finally, her voice weak. I began to move slowly, thrusting lightly as she moaned. "Ahhh, Clarkk, ahhh… it's too big…"

"I only put half in," I revealed, with a crooked smile.

"!!!!" She stared at me, shocked and scared. I leaned in to kiss her, sucking on her tongue as I continued to move, the rhythm slow and deep. "Ahh, ohhh, Clarrk," she moaned loudly, the sounds echoing off the mountain. "Clarkkk, I'm gonna cum… I'm gonna cum again, ahh, oh!" Her voice was muffled by my mouth, and she came again, her body convulsing.

"I'm going to cum too, Tory…" I warned, feeling my climax approaching.

"COME INSIDE ME, CUM ALL INSIDE ME… AHHH, OHHH, CLARRRK!" she screamed, her nails digging into my back. I obeyed, exploding inside her with a hoarse moan. "AHHH, THAT FEELS SO GOOD, AHHH!" I kissed her again, holding on tight as I lay on my back, pulling her on top of me, my cock still inside her.

"Arf, arf, Clark, I love you," she whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me, her body pressed against mine. As she did so, cum dripped out of her, mixed with a little blood from the first time. The heat of her made me hard again.

"Ahhh," she moaned, feeling it. "It's hard again… Okay then." She began to move on top of me, clumsily, rubbing her hips slowly. "Ahhh, ohhh, it's so big, Clark… ahhh, I feel it in my belly…"

I sucked on her breasts as she moved, my tongue playing with her nipples. "Ahhh, I'm gonna… ahhhh, cum, ahhh!" She came again, her body shaking. I grabbed her waist, lifting her up and down hard. "AHHH, AHHH, CLARKK, CLARRKK, AHHHH!" She came again, and I couldn't take it anymore. "I'M GONNA CUM TOO, TORY… ARRG!" I spurted inside her as she collapsed on top of me, exhausted.

"AHHH, OHHHH, I FEEL IT, AHHH!" she screamed, falling on top of me. Before she could say anything else, I started thrusting again. "Ahhh, wait, I… wait, I just came, ohhhh!"

"No," I growled, eyes flashing. "You're all mine tonight."

We continued like this for another three hours, a marathon of moans and sweat under the full moon. "Clarrk… stop… I'm going to pass out, please…" she begged, her voice weak.

"!!!" I almost turned into a wolf right there, instinct taking over. "Sorry, Tory… you're so hot I lose control."

"You idiot," she whispered, kissing me with the last of her energy. After a few minutes, we were dressed, the smell of sex permeating us and the air around us.

"I want to take a shower…" she complained, laughing weakly. "I stink so much… you too."

I laughed. "Come here," I said, lifting her into my arms—she could barely stand. "Let's go to my place. We'll take a shower and go to bed."

"Thank you…" she murmured, snuggling against me as I carried her to the bike.