Chained Heat Ch. 05

**Author's Note: I hope to have the final Part 6 done before February 2018.

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Even through the glass, Cash could smell Serafina. She was in his blood. His mouth still held the sweet savory taste of her panties from the night before. She had showered before coming to him. He could smell the fresh L'oreal Rose shampoo and cocoa butter soap. Yet there was another scent. It was dull but it filled Cash with rage.

Cash felt Serafina inches away. Her body radiated a dangerous sensuality calling to him like a moth to a flame. She didn't say a word as Serafina knelt before Cash like some acolyte prostrating herself before an idol. She looked up at him beneath her long dark eyelashes, her obsidian eyes becoming hazy with desire. She pressed her lips to his member that twitched alive with the heat of her mouth.

Cash felt himself growing harder as Serafina stroked him through his denim jeans. The werewolf couldn't help but groan, closing his eyes allowing his lust to flow towards his center.

Serafina unzipped Cash's pants then wrapped one slender hand around his erection and with a firm grip began to stroke along his shaft. She flicked her tongue across the head of his cock. Cash shivered. The pop star licked along his stalk, impressively thick, to the head of his cock as if she were tasting juicy popsicle in the heat of summer.

Cash's cock was a magic, growing thing she yearned to have inside her once again. Serafina felt a rush of pleasure as she felt Cash pulse in her practiced hand. Cash licked his lips and tried to suppress a grin, not wanting Serafina to know how much pleasure she was truly giving him.

Yet it was arousing to see Serafina on her knees before him. She took him into her mouth, her mouth worshipping at his alter of masculinity, taking him with devout desire. Cash moved Serafina's hair aside to get a better look at her face. Her luscious lips wrapped around his cock, the heat and wetness reminded him of her pussy.

Serafina felt the brush of Cash's fingers and it was like a surge of electricity being sent straight to her clit. She began to touch herself as she pleasured Cash with her mouth. She tasted his savory musk as she flattened her tongue under the sensitive tip. He was male candy and she sucked hard to get him to release his load. It had been forever since she tasted his seed. There was this insane desire to have a piece of him deep inside her.

His body bucked as she worked the shaft. Cash pulled her hair into one fist so he could watch her sucking him. He watched as he slowly fucked the slutty pop star's mouth as if it were her sweet cunt. That's when he exploded. Serafina made a gagging sound as she tasted his seed shoot into her throat.

Cash growled in gratification. Serafina licked her lips tasting the savory salt of his seed on them. She wedged herself between his strong thighs, they were thick with muscle and Serafina felt his muscles flex as she kissed his abdomen then his chest. Her nails dragged down his muscles stomach.

The heat of their bodies was a wild fire that threatened to consume them in a dangerous passion. Cash's heart raced and his blood sang with the feel and scent of her engulfing him in a bubble of lust.

Serafina's lips brushed against his. Her serpent tongue flicked his bottom lip, seducing his mouth open. Cash tried to resist.

"I missed you...," Serafina whispered. But then Cash stopped himself. He held her arms tightly causing Serafina to wince. The look in his eyes gave her pause. In those blue eyes was an icy anger that made her tremble as if a gust of winter wind busted into the room from some winter wasteland.

"Not as much as you want me to think," Cash growled. "I smell the Pure Breed on you."

Serafina was befuddled and speechless. Cash roughly pushed her away, getting up then turning his back on her as she lay confused and unsatisfied on the floor.

"The full moon took a lot out of me," he said. "I just want to sleep."

Serafina went from confused to frustrated, glowering at her werewolf pet.

"Fine!" Serafina stormed off. She decided another strategy was in order.

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It had been a week since Serafina had been back. Cash still sulked and growled whenever she got close. Serafina showered as much as she could but somehow Cash could still smell the Pure Breed, Dyre on her. It angered her that Cash was holding this grudge. Why did werewolves have to be so damn territorial?

Everything seemed to turn Serafina on. Since Cash refused to help relieve the pressure, the singer played with herself or had cool showers. Yet she sensed Cash relenting. The full moon was getting close and Serafina could feel Cash's sexual need grow stronger. It was like static in the air, making her hair stand on end, her whole nervous system was a live wire.

Serafina lounged on her soft designer couch. It had memory foam so soft like a cloud that was forming to her curves making her sleepy. She ran her fingers through Cash's hair, gently scratching his scalp sending tingles down his spine. They watched E! News in relative silence.

Serafina's pussy had an itch. Her core prickled with heat that threatened to burn her entire being like wild fire if she didn't relieve it. It could have been Lopez's dazzling smile and gorgeous cheek bones that set her off but she was overcome with a burning need to have Cash. The pop star stopped listening after a while, Lopez's voice turning into static as a low hum thrummed through her limbs.

Cash could smell the overpowering scent of her arousal. Vanilla spice. He licked his lips remembering the taste on his lips from a hundred times before. He felt her ball a fist full of his chestnut hair and pulled him back a little.

Serafina's heat throbbed as she felt Cash's head resting on her bare thigh. Cash growled with a mixture of frustration and excitement. He was trying to ignore her. Her wrenched his head out of her grip then focused on the TV.

He pulled at his leather collar, the thing seemed to be choking him now. Serafina wouldn't be ignored however as sat up and draped her two shapely olive toned legs over his muscular shoulders.

She lowered her head, her dark curly hair a fragrant curtain that smelled like the ocean. She was a devil on his back that would not leave him in peace. Cash leaned his head back and allowed his mistress to press her full lips against his mouth. The touch of her bare skin jolted his senses. Her nails dragged across his chest, his heart beating in a staccato rhythm. His cotton shirt suddenly felt like it was constricting him.

In a growl Cash turned around and wrapped his hand around Serafina's elegant throat, pushing her into the memory foam, towering over her. She sat staring into his steely blue eyes so dark with desire and anger she trembled with delight. A smile ghosted on her gleaming lips as Cash ripped open her flimsy silk camisole that barely covered her soft flesh.

Ripping apart her camisole, Cash exposed her full breasts already firm with nipples rock hard, reaching out for him. The TV began showing paparazzi pictures of Garrett Ransom with super model Crysta with their faces close and in a tight embrace outside of a club. Serafina didn't care.

All of Serafina's attention was consumed by ecstasy as Cash took her marble hard nub into his hot mouth. He flicked it with his rough tongue then sucked hard as if trying to consume her entire breast. Serafina kept her hands to her side, gripping a throw pillow as tiny shocks of heat made her shudder.

His hand was still on her throat when Cash rolled the hard little pebble between his teeth as he often did. His other hand roughly played with her other succulent breast, his thumb pressing against the hard nipple listening to Serafina whimper.

Cash loved to hear her making those pleasurable sounds for him. It made him feel powerful that he could make her whimper and moan, make her beg. Pushing her back, keeping his hand on her throat to show his dominance, Cash's lips descended down her smooth navel. He came to her pussy seeing the dark patch of dark curly hairs he nuzzled against it.

Inhaling her scent of vanilla spice his nose and lips brushed against her budding clit that throbbed for him. Serafina looked down at him with her obsidian eyes that glazed over in arousal. Their eyes conveyed words loud enough for both to understand as Cash slowly ran his tongue along her wet slit.

He wanted to torture her as she tortured him, to punish her, to make her see that no one else could do what he could do to make her moan and cry out in passion. He released her throat, his hands giving her legs their full attention.

The werewolf's lips brushed against her knee then traveled down. Cash looked up with daring blue eyes as the tip of his tongue traced along her inner thigh. Electricity surged to Serafina's pussy. The brush of his lips fluttering along her skin made goosebumps blossom in their wake. Serafina bucked her hips forward to bring him closer to her precious treasure. Cash only chuckled cruelly.

Serafina growled in dissatisfaction at being teased this way. Cash's lips pressed warmly against her inner thigh. She felt the scrape of his canines against her sensitive flesh, the flick of his tongue as it tasted her skin. The more he teased the hotter and wetter Serafina became. She thought she would burn up if she didn't get relief soon.

Finally the ecstatic pop star threw her head back in euphoria as she felt Cash's hot mouth connect with her womanhood. It felt like coming home when his tongue drove in between her folds. She bit her lip as groans vibrated within her throat. He sucked and licked her inner velvet heat, his tongue nimbly dancing in and out of her.

Serafina squeezed his head between her round thighs as he made her a slave with his tongue as the whip. Serafina kept her hands at her side, her knuckles paling as she gripping the expensive throw pillows.

She slowly bucked her hips as his tongue set off a blinding heat within her. She cried out as her orgasm began in the soles of her feet then burned their way through her whole being. Her toes curled and her nails almost tore the throw pillows.

Serafina and Cash kissed deep and wild filled with fiery passion that had been pent up for days. Their bodies came together, her full breasts crushed against his firm chest. His body heat seeped into hers. Cash climbed onto the couch, laying back and allowing Serafina to climb on top.

She helped tear off his cotton shirt. This would be quick, rough, and dirty. Foreplay was over. Cash wanted to be inside her. Boldly Serafina guided him inside. His erection filled her, stripping away everything but her need.

Their hips thrusted into each other, their mouths filled with tongues. Cash fucked her fast, hitting her g-spot until he felt her locking him within her. Serafina came hard. Cash came after her. They lay entwined, limp like rag dolls. Cash's member throbbed hard inside of Serafina. Their skins glowed with a faint sheen, both numb with ecstasy. Serafina felt a trickle of sweat on her throat as Cash's nose stroked her sweating temple.

"You're a fucking whore," Cash said. Serafina smiled seductively.

"Bite me, mutt," she dared playfully. She felt his fist in her hair then he jerked her head up to look at him. His eyes glowed amber gold as his canines became more animal. He exposed her neck then scraped his teeth along the elegant slope.

Cash heard her heart beat a bit faster. He felt her pulse quicken. The temptation to turn her was strongest closest to full moon. His teeth clamped down on at the base of her throat. He felt her stiffen. Would he dare? She dared him yes but she wasn't serious.

Cash stayed that way for about a minute. Having her life in his hands at that moment was incredibly seductive. In that moment he was the master. Yet he didn't do the deed. Instead he kissed the place he threatened to tear apart. Serafina let out a sigh of relief. She had been holding her breath with fearful anticipation.

Cash nuzzled into her neck then whispered hotly, "Never fuck another werewolf again. You're mine, Serafina. All mine."

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Serafina was in her backyard. The moon seemed closer than usual, it's fullness and brightness almost blinding, illuminating the shadows of the night. The hairs on Serafina's arms stood on end as her heart quickened. Her body tensed as it sensed danger.

She heard a malevolent growl behind her. She turned slowly and her dark eyes widened in fear. Cash was in his werewolf form. She had watched him transform on the monitor and seen other werewolves on TV but to see one face to face without a glass wall between them made Serafina's heart stop; as if Cash himself reached into her ribcage and gripped her heart.

The werewolf was a grotesque hybrid of man and beast that walked on two legs. His elongated muzzle bared teeth of savage yellow. His growl long and low as his big golden eyes leered at the pop star looking at her like she was his next meal.

Serafina was a deer caught in the headlights until Cash's jaw snapped her to attention as the threat became more real. She quickly climbed to her feet then ran as fast as she could in her bare feet, ditching the stiletto heels for better mobility. She didn't want to be that cliché falling in the woods and twisting her ankle.

Cash had given her a head start. Like all predators he liked the thrill of the hunt and the pop star was tasty prey. It wasn't long until Serafina heard Cash on all fours running after her.

Serafina's heart pounded. Her lungs burned. Her legs grew wobbly but the adrenaline kept her running. Yet human speed was nothing compared to a werewolf. The beast soon pounced on the helpless pop star, shoving her to the ground and pinning her on her back with his terrifying human-like beastly claws.

Cash turned her over. Serafina felt the beast's hot breath on her face. His breath was repugnant with some other kill. Her skin crawled, she suddenly felt cold with terror. Her whole body trembled as she felt his saliva like acid rain fall on her smooth olive skin. Then she felt the beast's long rough tongue against her neck. His beastly teeth nipped playfully then he forced her to turn over.

Serafina's sex throbbed. Cash's nostrils flared with the scent of her. She watched in horrific fascination as his beastly cock, that was longer and thicker than his human member, swell. He placed one of his oversized slender paws on her breast, feeling its firmness and luscious curve.

Cash's claws tore at her clothing until Serafina was fully exposed in the moonlight. Her bottom lip trembled, screams trapped in her diaphragm as she was seized with sick erotic terror. Cash's wolf teeth closed around her breast, his rough tongue working her nipple, bringing it to life and Serafina couldn't help but feel a shiver of pleasure running up her spine.

Then Cash forced Serafina over on her stomach. He was going to take her in the traditional animal fashion. A single claw cut through the waistband of her panties. Her sex was exposed and wet with the dew of arousal. Cash pushed his muzzle against her pearly gates taking in the full musk of her. His nose wasn't cold like a dog's but hot like a brand. Serafina bit her bottom lip to suppress any sounds of ecstasy at this twisted moment.

She felt Cash's hairy hind legs press against her smooth lotioned thighs. She felt the tip of his inhuman cock thrust into her womanhood without delicacy or ceremony. He wanted her now and fast. His girth stretched her so far Serafina thought she would split open and Cash would probably still fuck her remains until he finished.

What Serafina didn't expect was the savage thrill of the act that could be categorized only as bestiality. Cash rutted and grunted, pounding the singer's human pussy without mercy. Serafina found herself meeting Cash thrust for thrust as he penetrated deeper inside of her. Tension built inside Serafina's abdomen as she gripped the grass.

She felt his claws on her waist that pricked her sensitive flesh. She felt hot trickles of her own blood but that only made Cash thrust harder. The smell of blood made the moment all the more arousing to the beast. Serafina listened to Cash growl and grunt as she felt the end of his cock swell into a knot trapping him within her, beating against her womb.

Serafina's body became wracked with ecstatic shivers. Her muscles locked around Cash's wolf cock. They were imprisoned by each other in a hot velvet trap that neither were eager to escape. Serafina heard Cash howl as she felt his wolf seed shoot into her womb, filling her up with his cum and cock like no other human man.

If anyone was watching they would have been disgusted. And yet Serafina knew it was still Cash underneath the hulking muscles and coarse black hair. She felt his dog nose nuzzle the nape of her neck, his slender paws caressing her round breasts with such tenderness, Serafina felt warm and tingly, a calm washing over her like some hot shower after a day in the cold. She groaned in ecstasy as another sound began buzzing... an alarm.

Serafina woke up with the sun rudely glowering on her face through a small crack in her curtains. With an irritated groan she slammed her palm on the button of her alarm clock.

"Fuck...," Serafina rolled over and tried to drift back to sleep but her cell phone began buzzing. She barely looked at the caller ID and just tried again in vain to go back to sleep. The phone kept buzzing.

Serafina finally gave up and answered: "What the fuck do you want?"

"Is that how you greet your producer?" Clayton. He sounded peevish. She must have forgotten about a certain date.

"Damn it... I'm guessing I forgot about something," Serafina rolled on to her back, stretching out on her bed.

"You were supposed to be at the studio an hour ago," Clayton's tone was like a testy parent who had a rebellious teenager. "We need to prep for that talk show interview at noon."

"It's 7:30 AM," Serafina groaned. "It can wait."

"Don't you dare hang up on me," Clayton sounded really irritated now. "You made a commitment, Seraf, and you need to honor it."

That little remark suddenly reminded her of her pet werewolf. That moment where he could have ended everything for her: her career, the money, the fame, her life. It sent a sick erotic thrill though even now. She should probably go back to seeing that shrink...

"Serafina? Serafina!"

"Alright, alright don't pop a blood vessel," Serafina yawned. She hung up the phone before Clayton could get another retort in.

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"LA is in for some sunshine with some spotty coverage so the perfect day to get a tan in at the beach before heading off to work," Genevieve, LA's favorite weather girl with her cocoa butter skin and hazelnut eyes and pillowy lips smiled her neon white smile at the camera.

Serafina began stretching out on the lawn for her late morning yoga, in full view of Cash's den window, partly to tease him, partly to get his attention, while listening to the news. She was wearing her tight black yoga pants that always made cocks stand at attention.

"Thank you, Genevieve," Brian said. He was a handsome blond blue eyed anchor who must of had work done because for a 42 year old man he looked pretty good. Serafina smiled as her horny mind went to what she would do to him if they were alone in a room. Her pussy clenched in response. A wave of heat flashed through her body she was so ablaze with need.

"Recently scientists have discovered that pure bred werewolves have the ability to change without the sway of the full moon," Brian said with such seriousness it gave Serafina pause. She thought back to her Greek trip. Dyre in all his grotesque werewolf glory.

"Some sources say that the Werewolf Breeding Center, WBC, is monitoring the phenomena closely while there are some whispers in Congress about whether or not werewolves should be kept as pets at all or be put into research facilities to be contained in the public's safe interest."