The Wolf Subdued by Riley Colton

The Wolf Subdued
     
    The club was alive, the packed
humans on the dance floor giving the place a life of its own. Their
heartbeat was the music thumping from the overhead speakers, its
blood was the sweat of the men and women grinding against each
other, and its soul the passion and desire in the air.
    Harlan Flynn stood off to the side,
just out of the ring of dancing flesh, taking it all in with a
smile and looking for the one he’d seen before.
    The scent of their passion in the
air, exuded from their bodies in the form of pheromones, was
invigorating and captivating. If only the humans could smell it the
way he could, he thought with a wry grin. It was nights like these
that he missed his pack the most. His brothers and sisters would
have reveled at this display of human debauchery. The wolves would
have been, for that one night anyway, one with the
crowd.
    There was no more pack, though. He
was all that was left. It was time to either move on or die and
Harlan was not ready to face the long sleep yet.
    He stepped into the throng of
dancers, grinding in rhythm with them, moving from man to woman,
back to man, back to woman, dancing for a few moments, tasting the
occasional sweat from a neck and feeling the firmness of flesh.
Harlan found the one he was looking for and paused to admire a
muscular man writhing in more than dance with a woman on the floor.
He was not the least bit shocked that her panties would drop to the
ground and he'd enter her in front of everyone. The woman was
beautiful. Her red hair cracked like fire around her pale skin as
she straddled the muscular man. Harlan was sure she was the object
of desire of anyone in the room, man or woman, but she was not what
intrigued him the most.
    The man was huge, towering over the
other dancers by a good six inches, and, from what the predator
could see, there was not an ounce of fat on his hard lined, muscled
frame. His clothing was tight to his body, moist with his sweat,
and displayed every corner of the man's hard edged frame. His
shaggy blonde hair flailed as he pounded the woman to his crotch
with the sheer strength of his upper body and his chiseled face was
locked in an expression of sadistic glee. He’d seen the man on many
occasions coming to the club and always there was some display of
dominance on the dance floor. The man, and his pack of fellow
humans, considered him an Alpha. Harlan aimed to prove them all
wrong.
    The woman screamed out each time the
muscled blonde pounded her down onto his crotch and Harlan could
only assume that the man was very well endowed. Here was a human
who considered himself a predator, Harlan thought, a man who took
what he wanted. He was the perfect specimen of a human man and
Harlan thrilled at the smell of that dominance in the man's
stink.
    Here was gift he could take under
the glare of the full moon, an offering worthy of the Goddess as
she bathed the night in her loving embrace. He felt the moon's pull
even inside the packed confines of the club. One more night he
would be free of his human form, free to roam the streets in search
of human kind. He could imagine the muscled blonde man chained in
his basement, aghast in horror as he watched Harlan's
transformation to the wolf and then the sweet screams that would
follow. He smiled. It was always good to have a meal prepared in
advance of the hunt.
    The couple climaxed simultaneously
much to the delight of those who, like Harlan, had watched in
perverse fascination. There was even a small cheer as the muscled
Adonis discarded the red headed woman like yesterday's leftovers
amid a round high fives and shoulder patting from what Harlan was
sure were the man's pack. The woman looked dejected, scooping her
panties up from the floor, and stormed off, pushing her way through
the new groupies who hoped to get a piece of the action. One of the
blonde man's friends handed him a drink and Harlan took that
opportunity to step in, snatching the frozen concoction from the
sweating