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Chapter List
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(A/N: My longest chapter yet. For this story, I mean. I was considering making it into two chapters, but decided not to, mostly due to the chapter title. This one was particularly hard to write, but I think it came out well. I can't exactly tell since it's my own writing, but I think you'll enjoy this. And let me know how I did.)

Chapter 10: Giving In
While Sam and Ghost were out, Brigitte was going through her notes on her transformation, investigating the changes in her body from the last time she checked. Aside from the obvious things, such as her physical appearance, she noted the differences in her. Her aggressiveness was greater, as were her sexual desires, much to her embarrassment, and her want to tear things apart. Her healing was even faster than before, her strength was greater, her speed was faster, and her senses were amplified.
“And I’m still her.” Ginger added.
“Fuck off!” Brigitte snapped.
“Touchy aren’t we?” She looked down at Brigitte’s notes. “Oh, ‘increase of sexual desires’.” She read. “‘It’s getting harder to be around him’.”
Brigitte closed the notebook. “That’s private!”
Ginger chuckled. “Nothing’s private from me, B. I’m in your head. I know everything that goes on in there. For instance, I also know that you’re having trouble being around Ghost. Not because you want to fuck her, but because you want to rip her throat out.”
Brigitte threw the notebook at her, which did absolutely nothing since Ginger was only a hallucination. “Shut up, shut up, shut up!”
“Scared to hear the truth? I don’t blame you. I was pretty freaked out a first too. But then I gave in and everything was great. Your little blonde bitch may be crazy, but she is right. Stop fighting it. Just give in and everything will come together perfectly.”
“I don’t want everything to come together perfectly!” Brigitte shouted. “My life is fucked up! If I have to give up my humanity and become a monster for things to make sense again, then I would rather it stayed fucked up!”
Ginger took a puff of her cigarette. “You say that, but that’s only your conscience talking. Deep down, what you really want is to be the wolf you’re becoming. It’s imprinted in your DNA. Don’t kid yourself, B. The virus isn’t controlling you. The virus is only changing your DNA. The change in your personality comes along with the wolf instincts that the virus grants you.”
“You mean curses me.”
Ginger shrugged. “Whatever you prefer. Just as long as you know that the virus doesn’t control you. It may give you a bloodthirsty nature and a destructive instinct, but you’re still the one in the drivers seat.”
Brigitte growled at her. “Then that means that you deliberately killed those people. You were given the instinct to kill them, but you made the decision to do it.”
Ginger smirked. “Guilty.”
“Murdering bitch!”
“Oh, don’t give me that. You know how hard it is to resist our urges. How many times did you come close to killing Ghost? You would have if Sam hadn’t stopped you.”
Brigitte didn’t answer. Instead she just walked away. But the moment she entered the next room, Ginger was in there too.
“I’m in your head, B. Leaving the room isn’t going to do anything.”
“Go away!”
“I’m not here!”
Brigitte shut her eyes and put her hands over her ears. This just made Ginger laugh.
“You can’t block me out by covering your ears, B. You’re hearing me in your head, not with your ears.”
Brigitte angrily turned a table over. “God, why don’t you just fucking leave me alone?”
Ginger tossed her cigarette away and it vanished into thin air. “But things are about to get interesting.”
Brigitte raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean by interesting?”
Ginger rolled her eyes. “Honestly, B. How many times do I have to tell you? If I know, then you know. Just think about it for a minute.”
Crossing her arms, Brigitte took her imaginary sister’s advice. What did she already know? This was so irritating. If she already knew something, then she should be able to know what it is.
She sighed in aggravation and that’s when it hit her. When she had breathed in she picked up a scent. It was human, and it wasn’t Ghost.
Ginger smirked at the worried look on her sister’s face. “So, you figured it out.”
A few seconds later, there was a knock at the door. Brigitte froze, afraid to make a move. This was not happening. This couldn’t be happening. She had come out here to get away from people. So why the hell was someone knocking on the door?
“Hello,” it was a woman, “is anyone home? Please, my car stalled out a few miles away and my cell isn’t working out here. I just need a phone to call Triple A.”
“Fuck.” Brigitte whispered. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. No one is supposed to know about this place.”
Ginger snorted. “She was probably walking down the street and saw the dirt road. It’s only hard to find, not impossible. She probably thought she would find a cabin. Looks like she was right.”
“Why is a hallucination so smart?” Brigitte growled. But what her sister said did make sense. But why of all times did this person’s car have to break down while they were here? Was Fate toying with them? It certainly seemed like it.
“Aren’t you going to say hi?” Ginger asked.
“Shut up!” Brigitte shouted.
She clamped her hand over her mouth, looking horrified while Ginger grinned. She glanced at the door worriedly, hoping whoever was there hadn’t heard her.
No such luck. “Hello, are you there? Please, I just need to use a phone.”
Brigitte took a step back. She couldn’t be around other people. She might do something.
“You handle yourself with Ghost just fine.” Ginger pointed out.
And her appearance was another factor to consider.
Ginger had an answer to this too. “Just put on the jacket with the hood up.”
Brigitte growled. She knew that Ginger was just making excuses to get her to open the door, which would tempt her to rip the woman’s throat out. Yet she found herself grabbing the jacket off the coat rack.
“I can control myself.” She whispered. “Just let her in, let her have her phone call, then get her out. Five minutes tops. I can do this.”
“Bullshit, B.”
“Shut up!”
Against her better judgment, she opened the door a crack, just enough to peak out. The person on the other side seemed to be an ordinary middle-aged woman. Brigitte made sure to stay inside enough so the woman didn’t get a good look at her wolfish features.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“Oh, excuse me.” the woman said. “My car stalled out a couple miles down the road. My cell isn’t working up here.” She held up her phone. “I was going to walk to a gas station, but then I saw the dirt road and followed it here. Would you mind terribly if I could use your phone?”
Brigitte growled low in her throat. If she had any common sense, she would turn the woman away right now, less she tempt herself with her bloodlust. But rational thought was taking a backseat to instinct and she found herself opening the door.
“Yeah, sure.” She growled.
The woman stepped inside, hesitating when she saw how dirty the place was. She glanced back at Brigitte, who was turned away from her, hood up. Brigitte smelled the woman’s anxiety increase, obviously sensing that something was wrong.
“No shit something’s wrong.” Said Ginger. “She’s all alone with a partly transformed werewolf that has hallucinations of her dead sister.”
Brigitte growled and whispered. “Shut up, Ginger.”
“Excuse me?” the woman asked.
As Brigitte silently scolded herself, Ginger chuckled. “Careful, B. Can’t slip up around normal people.”
Brigitte ignored her. “Phone’s in the kitchen.” She said, pointing towards the kitchen.
That was a mistake. The woman’s eyes landed on Brigitte’s finger, noticing the claw at the end. Brigitte seemed to realize her mistake, again, and shoved her hands in her pockets.
“Make it fast.”
The woman hesitated. “Sure, thanks.”
She went into the kitchen, and Brigitte found herself following her, stopping in the doorframe. The woman glanced uncertainly at Brigitte before picking up the phone.
Brigitte’s claws dug into the wall as she watched the woman dial. The woman was afraid of her, she could tell by her scent, and it made Brigitte want to attack her even more. The smell of fear was intoxicating.
Ginger chose that moment to reappear. “You can smell her fear, can’t you, B? She can tell that there’s something off about you, and it’s freaking her out. Not that I can blame her. You’re acting like some hermit from a horror movie, not to mention she saw your claw.”
“Please be quiet.” Brigitte whispered.
“Can’t handle the fact that you’re a freak? A freak who’s finding the thought of mutilating this bitch more and more appealing.” Brigitte closed her eyes, but she couldn’t block out her sister’s words. “Her fear is making your urge harder, isn’t it? And Sam’s not here to stop you this time. It’s just you and her, all alone.”
Brigitte growled and forced herself away. She needed a dose of monkshood or else she was going to do something bad.
‘Why the hell didn’t I shoot up before I let her in?’ she wondered.
“I can answer that.” Said Ginger. “It’s because you subconsciously wanted to give in to your instincts. That’s why you let her in, in the first place.”
“She needed help.” Brigitte whispered, as she opened the briefcase the monkshood was in.
Ginger snorted. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that. If you really had her best interests at heart, you would have sent her away.”
“Shut up!”
With trembling hands, she attempted to inject herself. But her hands were shaking badly and her claws made it difficult to hang on, and she dropped the syringe. Growling, she grabbed at the fallen syringe. But she underestimated her werewolf strength and crushed it in her hands. The purple liquid ran down her hand, dripping on the floor.
“Klutz.” Ginger muttered.
Brigitte didn’t reply. She was breathing heavily, her eyes fixed on the liquid monkshood dripping off her fingers.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Her pants became soft growls as her imagination got the better of her. Instead of seeing the cure dripping from her fingers, she saw blood. The sight made her eyes glaze over in bloodlust. Her wolf side desperately wanted it to be real blood that covered her hand.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
“Careful, B, you’re slipping.” Ginger told her.
In an attempt to control herself, Brigitte clenched her fist, letting her claws pierce her palm. It had the opposite affect. The smell of blood, even though it was her own, increased her bloodlust even more. She didn’t realize it, but she had begun drooling as small hissing noises escaped her.
“Excuse, ma’am.” Said the woman, poking her head in the room. “I’m all finished. Thank you.”
Brigitte slowly got to her feet, not saying anything. The woman took a step back, her eyes shifting from Brigitte to the door.
“I’m just going to go now.”
Slowly Brigitte reached up and pulled off her hood. She turned around to face the woman, her eyes glazed over in bloodlust.
The woman’s mouth dropped open in horror as she saw Brigitte’s inhuman features. Brigitte took a step closer and the woman took a step back. Brigitte bared her fangs and growled like the animal she was becoming.

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“For the last time,” Sam growled, “I am not going to provide you sacrifice!”
Ghost frowned. “But it will awaken my powers faster. You’ll need my magic for when the rogue comes.”
“We’ll make do without it. There’s not going to be any sacrificing, human or otherwise.”
Ghost glared at her. “You’re humanity holds you back. The faster you let it go, the better off you’ll be.”
‘The faster we get rid of you, the better off we’ll be.’ Sam thought.
The girl was proving to be more trouble than she was worth. She was making it very difficult for him and Brigitte to control their aggressiveness when she kept annoying them with her psycho babbling. Not to mention she was drawing unwanted attention to them, and she was constantly encouraging them to give into their wolf instincts when it was hard enough already.
But still, they were all she had. They couldn’t just abandon her. Maybe once Jason was dealt with they could drop her off at a police station or something.
“I’m kidding myself.” He muttered.
“What?”
“Nothing, Ghost.”
The girl eyed him suspiciously. “Are you talking to someone beyond the veil like Brigitte?”
Before he could stop himself, he snapped angrily at her. “Brigitte is not seeing beyond the veil! She’s just hallucinating!”
Ghost shook her head. “So naïve. But in time you’ll know I’m right.”
Sam groaned. He couldn’t take this. “Ok, fine. You’re right, Ghost. You’re right and I’m wrong. Now please never mention it…”
He trailed off as a scent he was becoming all too familiar with reached his nostrils. Blood had been spilled, and a lot of it. And it was human too; his sharpened sense of smell being able to identify different blood types.
“You’re kidding.” he whispered. No one was supposed to find them here, so how did…
“Where are you going?” Ghost cried as Sam took off.
His fears were confirmed as he got closer to the cabin. The smell of blood was coming from in there all right. There had been someone else here, he could smell them, or her to be more precise. And all that blood. He prayed that Brigitte wasn’t the cause of it.
Almost fearfully, he opened the door and was greeted by a gruesome sight. He was reminded of the manager’s lounge back at the motel. Blood and entrails were everywhere. It wasn’t as bad as the motel, but whoever had stumbled across the cabin had no doubt met their end.
“Whoa.” Said Ghost, coming in behind him. “Now this is what I expect form my Hell Hounds. Where’s Brigitte? I must congratulate her.”
Only one thing that Ghost said had registered to Sam. Where was Brigitte? Had she transformed completely while they were out? No he wouldn’t believe that. She had to be ok, she just had to.
“Brigitte!” he called. “Brigitte, where are you?”
After a few seconds of silence, he heard footsteps. Slowly Brigitte entered the room, but she remained in the shadows, unwilling to let them see her.
“Oh my god, Brigitte.” Sam muttered.
Ghost smiled and held out her arms. “That’s it. Come to me, my faithful servant.”
Instead Brigitte ran up the stairs, into the bedroom and slammed the door. Ghost made an attempt to go after her, but Sam held her back, shaking his head.
“Don’t.”
Ghost glared at him. “Why not?”
Sam quickly came up with an explanation that would convince Ghost’s psychotic mind. “She’s unstable right now. As your faithful servant, I must protect you from all dangers.”
Ghost looked at him a moment before smiling and nodding. “So you’re finally accepting me as your mistress.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever, just stay here.”
He went to the briefcase containing the monkshood and took out a syringe in case he had to use it on Brigitte. He stuck it in his pocket, not wanting Brigitte to see it and feel threatened, setting her off. He had no idea just how dangerous she was at the moment. The smallest sign of a threat could send her into a bloodlust.
He walked up the stairs, trying to make as little noise as possible. He hesitated outside the door for a moment before knocking quietly.
“Brigitte?” he whispered, though he knew that she, with her sharpened hearing, had heard him. “It’s Sam. I’m coming in. I just wanna talk.”
With a feeling of déjà vu from the time Ginger had dragged him out of the closet, he carefully opened the door, half expecting Brigitte to attack him.
She didn’t. The room was dark. A small whimpering was emitting from the person in the room. Sam realized that Brigitte was crying. That helped him relax. At least she wasn’t going to go blood-crazed on him.
Closing the door, he stepped inside, his enhanced eyesight allowing him to see as clearly in the darkness as he did in the light. “Brigitte, you ok?”
She was sitting on the bed with her back to him. At his question, she whirled around to face him. She was covered in blood from head to foot. The red essence of her victim stained her clothes and dripped from her hair, soaking the bed. A few clean spots were on her face from her tears washing away the proof of her first true kill.
“Do I fucking look all right?” she shouted. She sounded angry, but Sam could tell she wasn’t. Her tone held fear and desperation, not anger.
“What happened?” he asked.
Brigitte wiped her eyes, smearing the blood over her face. “Some lady came. Her car stalled out on the road somewhere. She wanted to use the phone. Her cell didn’t get any service.” She paused for a moment, weeping some more. “I thought you said we would be ok here! You said no one would find us here; that no one else would get involved!”
Sam took a hesitant step back. “They weren’t supposed to. It was just a fluke.”
“Or fate.” Brigitte muttered. “Ghost may be insane, but she’s right about one thing. I’m a monster.”
“You’re not!” Sam said aggressively. “This wasn’t your fault.”
Brigitte glared at him. “It wasn’t my fault? It wasn’t my fault! Look at me!” She held up her hands, blood dripping from her claws. “It sure as hell looks like it was my fault!”
She and Sam stared at each other for a moment, the former breathing heavily. Finally she dropped down on the bed and began crying again. “I can’t do this, Sam. I can’t keep this up any longer.”
Sam walked over to the bed and sat down next to her. “It’ll be ok. We’ll figure this out.”
Brigitte gave a humorless snort of laughter. “That’s bullshit and you know it. We’re screwed.”
“We’re not. We have the monkshood. Ghost and I planted more for the future. Once we deal with Jason we can focus completely on this virus. We will be ok.”
She still refused to look at him. “You maybe, but it’s too late for me. I killed someone. I tore her apart like a fucking rabid animal. I didn’t want to, but I did it anyway. I just couldn’t control myself.”
“Brigitte…”
“It’s like when you have a mosquito bite that itches like a mother fucker. You try not to scratch it, but eventually you do it on reflex without even deciding to scratch it. That’s what it was like for me. I just tore her to shreds like the Hell Hound Ghost keeps calling me.”
Sam took her by the shoulders and lifted her up, forcing her to look at him. “Don’t do this to yourself. You’ll just make it harder on yourself. So you had a little slip, but look at how good you’ve done. I have the same urges as you, so I know how hard it is. And you’re further along in your transformation. I can’t even imagine how tough this must be for you. But I’m not going to let you give up. I’m not quitting on you, and you’re not quitting on me.”
Brigitte looked at him for a moment, more tears streaming down her cheeks, her bottom lip trembling. “You know the worst part about it? The thing that disgusts me the most is not that I killed her… but that I enjoyed it.”
Sam didn’t know how to respond to that. He just watched her weep, her tears creating more clean streaks down her bloodstained face. His eyes traveled upward to a drop of blood hanging from a lock of her hair. His gaze became fixated on it and the next thing he knew, he leaned forward and licked it from her hair before it dripped. And he didn’t stop there. He proceeded to clean the blood off her face just like a wolf would do to its mate after a meal.
His trance only lasted a few seconds, but he soon realized what he was doing and backed off. Brigitte, her face now cleaner, was looking at him with a look of surprise on her face. But that wasn’t the only expression she had. There was also the same lustful look in her eyes that constantly crept up between them, all signs of depression and fear forgotten. And the look in her eyes got Sam’s heart racing.
Sam was never one for beastiality or violent sex games, but seeing Brigitte, half transformed and covered in blood, was calling out to his wolf side, which was finding her very attractive right now. And from the look in Brigitte’s eyes, she was facing a very similar dilemma, regardless of how upset she had been just moments ago.
‘Not good.’ Sam thought, knowing that if he didn’t get away from her quickly that one of them was going to do something.
He backed away, nearly falling off the bed. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to find something to say. But Brigitte didn’t let him. She grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled him towards her, aggressively pressing her bloodstained lips to his.
It wasn’t like Sam was a romantic or anything, but he knew the phrase ‘There’s nothing like a first kiss’. Although he had kissed plenty of girls in the past, nothing was like his first kiss with Brigitte. The feeling of her lips pressed against his had him more aroused than he had ever been in his entire life.
Rational thought took a backseat to instinct and lust as Sam kissed her back, the taste of blood making it even more thrilling. Tongues explored each other’s mouths as hands traveled over each other’s bodies, trying to feel everywhere at once. Sam didn’t even seem to notice that he was being covered with blood as he and Brigitte devoured each other’s mouths.
One of Brigitte’s fangs nicked Sam’s tongue and the sudden pain brought him out of his lustful state enough for him to remain somewhat rational. With great difficulty, he pulled away, not wanting to do something either of them would regret. Brigitte just stared at him lustfully, looking like she wanted to eat him up, in both senses of the word. Keeping her eyes locked on him, she began crawling towards him on the bed like a hungry animal approaching its prey.
“Brigitte…” Sam muttered, trying to keeps his thoughts straight; a very difficult thing to do at the moment. Especially when she was moving towards him like that.
He backed up further and this time he did fall off the bed. He looked up at Brigitte, seeing her watching him. She looked ready to pounce, already set in a crouching position.
Ginger chuckled. “It’s about time. We both knew it would come to this. Go get him, B.”
“Shut the fuck up, Ginger.” Brigitte muttered.
Then she did pounce, landing right on top of Sam, kissing him senseless again. A very small part of her told her that they should slow down; she was a virgin after all. But it was far too late to turn back. Fuck rational thought, fuck instinct, and fuck what her imaginary sister and Ghost had been saying from the beginning. She wanted Sam, she’d wanted him for a while, and she couldn’t hold herself back anymore.
But Sam still was trying to be Mr. Gentleman. He knew that their wolf instincts were playing a part in their desires for each other, though he knew that it wasn’t the only cause, and he was trying to reframe from doing anything they would regret later. But Brigitte would have none of it, and kissed him with more urgency, stopping his attempts to protest.
“Brigitte, we-”
“Sam, shut up!”
She kissed him again, and Sam stopped resisting. They both gave into the urges that had been plaguing them for so long, amplified by the changes in them.
Brigitte sat astride him and tore her bloodstained shirt open, exposing her feminine wolf-like chest. Maybe it had been because they were different species at the time, but when Sam had seen Ginger’s semi-transformed chest like this, it had disturbed him, but now he found the sight incredibly alluring. But Brigitte didn’t give him time to look as she tore open his own shirt and began lapping at his chest.
Sam sat up, holding her close and began trailing kissing across her face, down to the sensitive part on her neck. Brigitte growled and leaned back, allowing him better access. She bared her teeth and snarled, wrapping her arms around his neck. He became impatient trying to take off her bra and ripped it off. Brigitte, too lost in her lustful state, showed no signs of embarrassment at having her naked chest exposed, pressed up tightly against Sam’s.
Using his new found werewolf strength, Sam scooped her up and got to his feet. Brigitte’s legs immediately wrapped around his waist. She gasped loudly as her back collided with the wall. She felt Sam’s hardness pressing into her and it drove her wild. She needed this, she needed him. No more beating around the bush, and no more denial.
It was time to mate.
Sam had just enough sense to move them back over to the bed. Brigitte was reluctant to let him go as he dropped her on the bed and tore her pants off. He tore off the remains of his shirt and crawled on top of her, kicking off his own pants, and the two gasped at the skin-to-skin contact. There was no awkwardness or uncertainty, no innocent foreplay or teasing, just primal animal lust.
Moving his hand down to their intimate areas, he found her wet and ready. All thought of being gentle were gone. He couldn’t hold back any more. Positioning himself at her entrance, he slipped inside her in one hard thrust, breaking through her virgin barrier. Brigitte snarled and arched her back. It was painful, but oh so good. She knew her first time would hurt, but she somewhat enjoyed the pain. A symptom of being a werewolf? Perhaps. But the pain was soon forgotten as a much more pleasurable sensation overcame her and she growled, showing her enjoyment.
Her legs wrapped around him tightly and her claws dug into his back, drawing blood. Sam hissed at the pain, but relished in the feeling of having Brigitte claw at his back. He had never enjoyed pain during sex before. Was masochism part of being a werewolf, or were they both too far gone in their lustful state to care? He decided that he didn’t care either way and continued moving with her.
Brigitte wriggled beneath him, panting and moaning in pleasure. Sounds more animalistic than human emitted from both their mouths as they moved together. Growling, Brigitte bared her fangs and bit into Sam’s shoulder savagely, tearing into his flesh, feeling the need to mark him as hers. Sam growled and bit her in return, marking her back. As his teeth were not yet fangs, he did less damage to her, yet he still tore through enough flesh to draw blood.
Brigitte released his shoulder and moaned in ecstasy. She wanted more. She needed more. Yet she was unable to form words. But Sam seemed to understand what her snarls meant and gave her what she wanted. He pulled out and she growled at the loss of contact. She didn’t have long to wait as he flipped her over and pulled her onto her hands and knees. He thrusted into her from behind and Brigitte gasped, her claws tearing into the mattress.
He leaned forward, over her back, like an actual wolf would do with its mate and thrust into her aggressively, wrapping his arms around her tightly and fondling her breasts, arching his back and clenching his teeth. He snarled like a madden dog, or wolf, and Brigitte hissed in response, her yellow eyes flashing as she squirmed about, making keening and squealing sounds. She bit into the pillow, ripping it open with he fangs as Sam thrust into her like the beast he was becoming as she rocked back against him, both gasping for air. Sam’s wolf side decided that it liked this dominating position a lot more while Brigitte’s wolf side reveled in the feeling of being dominated by her mate.
The pleasure reached its peak and the two teens cried out as their orgasms hit, their cries echoing through the room. Brigitte shook uncontrollably as her arms and legs gave out and she collapsed on the bed with Sam on top of her, both covered in sweat and blood, panting heavily.
Several long seconds went by where neither of them spoke. They laid entangled together trying to catch their breath.
“Holy fucking shit…” Brigitte breathed, unable to believe what had just happened. She and Sam had just fucked each other’s brains out, and damn was it good. Her body was still trembling with pleasure.
“You can say that again.” Sam muttered, panting in her ear.
He rolled off her onto his back, staring at the ceiling.
Brigitte remained face-down on the bed, still recovering from her orgasm. “Is that… what it’s… always like?”
Sam too was having trouble catching his breath. “Never like that. That was…”
That was what? There were no words to describe it. Had it been that good because they were both werewolves, or because it was with Brigitte? Maybe both.
Now that the primary urge had finally been taken care of, rational thought was returning. Sam suddenly felt guilty. He knew that Brigitte had been a virgin, yet he had been very aggressive. He was always careful with virgins, but this time he hadn’t been unable to control himself. True, she seemed to have enjoyed it greatly, but he hoped he didn’t hurt her.
And to make matters worse, they hadn’t used protection. Sam was no stranger to sex, but he always used protection. However, condoms hadn’t exactly been on the list of supplies needed to fight off Jason or treat Lycanthropy. What if he’d just gotten Brigitte pregnant? The last thing they needed right now was another responsibility to add to their list of problems.
Aside from that, what did this mean for them? When he had first gotten involved with Brigitte it hadn’t been, as Ginger claimed, to get inside her pants. He genuinely cared and had been concerned about her, only wanting to help with her situation. But things had gotten so out of control. People were dead, a werewolf was after them, they were infected, as well as on the run with a deranged psychotic kid, and had just had the most mind-blowing sex ever. How the hell had things ended up like this?
He felt the need to say something. At least apologize for losing control and violating her. “Brigitte, I…”
Before he could say anymore, Brigitte moved quickly. She was suddenly on top of him, giving him a look of warning. “Don’t you dare say that you’re sorry, Sam. I’ll kick your ass if you do.”
“But I… we just…”
“Did what we both wanted. And I don’t regret it.” She traced his bloody lips with her clawed finger then licked it clean. “Do you regret it?”
Sam tried to find the right words. Who could regret that? No, it wasn’t regret, but something was bothering him. Uncertainty, maybe. “It’s not that. It’s just… the virus amplifies our… you know. I guess I just want to be sure if this was the virus or, you know, us.”
In response, Brigitte nuzzled into his chest, nipping him lightly. “I do like you, Sam. I like you a lot. Aside from Ginger, you’re the only one I’ve every really…”
She buried her face into the crook of his neck. Sam’s arms slowly snaked around her and he held her close. “I do too, Brigitte. I know I have a bit of a playboy reputation, but with you-”
She suddenly pulled away and looked him dead in the eye, growling a warning. “Don’t you dare let any other girls touch you!”
Taken aback by her sudden possessiveness, Sam gave her a surprised look. But his inner beast felt proud that she had chosen him and he growled in satisfaction. “I don’t think any other girls could do to me what you do.”
Brigitte grinned, the familiar lustful look was creeping up into her eyes again, igniting his own. She moved down to his chest and dragged her tongue across him. “Good, now give me more.”
Her tone made him go hard instantly, but he managed to keep a somewhat clear mind. “More? But, Brigitte, wait-”
Brigitte growled impatiently. “No.” she said, straddling him.
“We don’t have anything.”
Ignoring him, she lifted herself up and sank onto him again, growling in satisfaction. “I’m clean.”
Sam’s mind was already going foggy, and it was becoming difficult to think straight. He wasn’t talking about STDs. He’d found out that lycanthrope virus eliminated all other viruses. He was worried about getting her pregnant. “That’s not… what… I meant…” Even as he spoke, his hands went to her hips, guiding her into a rhythm. “What if… you… you… Oh God! Brigitte!”
Brigitte hissed, dragging her claws across Sam’s chest as she moved on top of him, realizing what he was talking about. “Screw it. You already came in me.”
“But-”
“Shut up and fuck me!”
Sam’s control snapped and he once again gave into his desires, behaving more animal than human, and enjoying every minute of it.
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Ghost wondered what was happening. She hadn’t seen either Sam or Brigitte for over half an hour. Surely Brigitte wasn’t still sulking over doing what she was mean to do. She should be rejoicing over making her first kill, and Sam should be congratulating her, not comforting her. For Pete’s sake, they were fucking werewolves, not cute little house puppies. They were supposed to tear the innocent to shreds.
Deciding to give the two a piece of her mind, she stormed up the stairs, ready to whip her Hell Hounds into shape. She stopped outside the bedroom, ready to knock, but something stopped her. There were gasps and snarls coming from in the room, as well as what sounded to be the bed slamming against the wall.
Confused at first, Ghost pressed her ear against the door and listened for a moment. Then her eyes widened with realization and she smiled. So it was finally happening. Her demon dogs were mating. It was about time too. Finally things were coming together. Brigitte had made her first kill, Sam was taking her as his mate, they were both accepting her as their mistress, everything was in place for when Jason arrived. Yes, things were progressing nicely.
“The Time has come.” She said with a wicked grin. “Everything is falling into place. Now I must do my part.”

(A/N: Well, there's your lemon. And guess what, it was my first time writing one too. I never was good at lemony or limy scenes, but I decided to give it a shot; although this probably wasn't the best time to write my first lemon considering the circumstances Sam and Brigitte are undergoing. But tell me what you thought. Did I meet everyone's expectations, or should I reframe from writing lemons in the future? Oh, and for those of you that don't know, beasiality is sex with animals. Aside from that, Brigitte has also made her first official kill. This chapter was called giving in for more than one reason. She's reached the point of no return, and this chapter is going to have some serious consequences in the future. I'm talking about Ghost. She's planning something, and you know that it's not going to be anything good. And what of Brigitte? Did she just get pregnant? There are lots of questions to be answered, so leave me a review and I'll get back to you soon.)
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