Snow: The White Crow by Erik Schubach Page A

off fast enough.  She giggled into our kiss as she straddled me again, “I'm going to be late for work.”
    I thought that meant she wanted to stop, I didn't think I could if I wanted to.  I found out almost instantly it was just a simple observation she was stating, as she started kissing down my neck and chest toward her ultimate goal.  Dear Lord, I was hers, I surrendered control and let her do her worst.
    We surfaced, sweating and panting a couple hours later.  She was growling possessively and rubbing her jaw across mine.  She stretched too cutely for a hardened cop and she balled her toes up as she said, “You have the stamina of a wolf.”  I blushed at the compliment and realized that she was still on top of me and I liked it, a lot.  Then she looked disturbed.  “I think my wolf has claimed you.”
    I propped myself on my elbows and shuddered delightfully, her leg was pressing into my crotch, she gave it more pressure and I realized she was subconsciously doing it to control me.  I just let her, it was nice to not be the one who was always in control for once.  I was putty in her hands.  She shook her head.  “It normally doesn't happen so fast.  I don't understand, but your scent...”  She trailed off, then she said, “I'm sorry.”
    I went to sit up to look her in the eyes but she gave a little more pressure and I almost orgasmed for the fifth time that morning and fell back on the bed.  She seemed pleased with the results, then moved her leg back and allowed me to sit.
    I smirked at her and said, “Oh, it's going to be like that is it?  Don't think for one second I'm going to cede control to you every time.”
    We had a stare-down and she eventually lowered her eyes and tilted her head, exposing her neck, submitting.  I chuckled and said, “See?  But I do admit I love it when you own me.”  Then I slowly pushed her onto her back, she didn't resist.  I just sat on her toned belly and mused, “I don't know what's come over me either. My animal urges are all at the surface, I think it was because of my transformation in the battle last night.  I was attracted to you before, but now my inner beast wants to claim you before anyone else does.  I've only just met you, but I want you.”
    She sat up, almost knocking me off of her if she hadn't put one of her hot coiled steel arms around my back, and she blurted out a string of questions, “Battle?  What battle?  You were just going to your camp.  Was it werewolves?  Are you ok?”  Her eyes were full of rage and the need to protect me.
    I shut her up with a kiss.  “I'm fine.”  Then I added, “ish.”
    I went on to describe my chance meeting with the Red Hood and her hellhound. Then the battle with the gypsies and werewolves that followed.  How I became the me that was the same as Perchta but different, I was just Gretta and more.  How I felt the need to come back to her place to inform her of the dark magic users in the area instead of staying at my camp.  The crone was a danger to anyone who came across her.
    To me coming in and warding the place with trees and then speaking with her beautiful red wolf.  To the wolf quieting as we fell asleep.  She tilted her head and almost whispered, “You calmed my wolf?”  I nodded shyly and she kissed me gently and then said, “You know, most Clean Bloods won't sleep with one of the cursed.  They think they'll get infected.  But you didn't hesitate.”
    I shrugged. “Those people are ignorant, it isn't a disease or infection like people think, it is dark magic, a black magic curse.  It can only be passed on at a full moon if a wolf draws blood and the magic is able to enter their victim through that blood and take over before death.  Outside of the full moon, there is no possible way to transmit the curse.”
    She smiled then said, “When I woke up I caught your scent and almost purred.  But then I snapped fully awake when I realized you were outside my cage un-moving.  I