Wanton Hearts - Chapter 2

"I love your face! It's got character. Your craggy nose. Your high forehead. Your mouth. It's so firm. So hard. Everything about you is strength!" Gorgeous talked to him while raining tiny kisses all over his face.

"You talked as though you knew me! Have we met, Gorgeous?" Zac had a hard time catching her mouth. She seemed avoiding his lips.

Since Gorgeous was above him, she stood up to get the white sheet folded on the pillow. She covered him with the sheet and lie down beside him.

"What--?" Zac groaned aloud. His heartbeat was like a tattoo. It drummed aloud. And then he heaved a deep sigh.

She giggled softly.

"Sorry!" Zac was trembling.

Gorgeous massaged his chest and arms. "You have a big body. You must worked-out a lot!" she complimented her.

Her eye make-up had run over her face, giving her a pair of black eyes. Her lipstick was smudged on her cheeks. Her hair was rumpled.

Zac frowned slightly. She reminded him of someone...

The frown was wiped out by her short fingers. She giggled again.

"Why the frown?" Gorgeous adjusted herself lying down with him. The bed creaked. "Oh! Sorry. I've been meaning to buy a new bed!"

"Buy a new one!" Zac got his wallet on the pocket of his pants that was lying on the floor. He got several bills and put them down on the side table.

"Oh! Thank you! You're so generous!"

Zac took a handful of blond hair. "Do me," he whispered huskily.

After a few minutes, he was satisfied. She was holding him with two hands.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yes!" She nodded breathlessly.

Zac did not say a word. He covered both of them under the white sheet. He moved. She moved. Zac inhaled deeply.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" She screamed and screamed countless times until her voice was just a croak.

"D-done?" she wheezed. Her eyes were puffy and wet.

"No."

The sheet was rumpled. Zac covered them again. He adjusted her again. Her small frame was so easy to move about. He was kneeling.

The furniture squeaked and shifted. Zac had beads of perspiration running on his face.

Her head and one of her shoulders hung on the edge. Her arm stretched out on the floor for support. She moaned aloud.

Zac concentrated on reaching his satisfaction. His hands tugged. His teeth gritted. His sweat kept on rolling down his head.

"Oh, Zac!" she whimpered hoarsely.

His hands gripped her soft body. He pinched her. She shuddered. Her skin was reddened. She was so supple. She was easily persuaded. He conquered her in any which way.

"Zac! Zac!" she cried his name.

His long hair was very wet with perspiration. The sheet had been long gone. It laid on the floor, rumpled and damp from their sweat.

He glanced at the wall clock. He was shocked when he saw it was nearing midnight.

Zac pulled out. He grimaced when he saw a knot. He shuffled and stood up. He staggered while picking up his scattered clothes on the floor.

It was very silent. He glanced at the woman. Gorgeous was still face-down and unmoving.

"Miss? Gorgeous?" His fingers felt her pulse. She fell asleep!

Zac dressed quickly. His eyes were restless as he donned his checkered polo. He kept looking at Gorgeous. She might be overwhelmed by his strength. She thought she could get the better of him but found he had long-lasting vigor.

The woman moved on her side. He breathed easily. No damage done except the red imprints on the white and soft flesh.

He glanced at the wine. He was parched. He still had time before midnight.

Zac picked up the half-full bottle. He drank thirstily from the small mouth of the bottle.

"Ti hi hi hi hi!"

Tendrils of hair blocked his gaze as he took a quick look to the direction of the witchy chuckle. He widened his eyes when he saw Olga Quintanar by the open door.

She was in her true self: an old woman with white curly hair and wart-full face. Her nose was hawk-like. Her wide mouth opened with smirk and displayed large yellow teeth. She wore a red slinky dress and black witch hat. Her eyes were milky black but sharp.

Zac glanced back at the bed with disbelieving eyes. It was empty.

"H-how--?" His mind raced groggily.

"I made a potion. I discovered you did not like my smell so I screened it."

"You witch!" Zac cursed her. His knees were trembling. His arms had lost their ability to flex.

"Ooh, I like it, lover boy! You're fantastic!"

"That will be the last time you will fool me!" Zac was ready to walk over Olga. She was still standing by the door. "Get out of my way!"

"Ti hi hi hi hi! You are changing! You really are a werewolf!" Olga closed the door gleefully.

Zac discovered he could not move his body. His legs felt like lead. His arms were sprouting hair.

Damn!

He was slowly transforming into a wolf! He gritted his teeth as he forced his legs to wade against the current. He imagined himself crossing a deep river. He was determined that he would reach the other side.

Ti hi hi hi hi!

Zac heard the echo of Olga's sniggering. He glanced at her. She was holding a wand as she watched him struggling. She seemed so far away...

'You shall stay there forever! No companion! No pack! You shall be alone in all eternity! Ti hi hi hi hi!'

Zac stared at the witch disbelievingly. And then, he stared around him.

Everything was black. It was swimming and swaying. There were trees. There was a moon. Everything was familiar to his eyes.

The painting with the full moon...

He tried to stand but his knees remained folded and glued to the ground.

The wine I had drunk had something to put him to sleep...

He inhaled air into his lungs to give a full-bodied howl but he only emitted a puppy's whimper.