Wolf moon, p.8
Wolf Moon, page 8
My damage there was done, so I swerved around oncoming traffic and slipped into the alley. Behind me I could hear yelling and swearing. Maybe they’d pick up the guy’s name from the car, but something told me a guy that smartly dressed wasn’t that stupid. The car was probably stolen, and his gloves wouldn’t leave any fingerprints to match.
I reached my apartment at about five. The sun hadn’t started setting yet when I unlocked my door and stepped inside. A shadow stood by the curtained window that opened to the alley. I had a visitor.
“Isn’t it early for you to be bothering me?” I commented as I slammed shut the door.
The man stepped from the shadows of the curtains. There wasn’t any sign of his wine or wine glass, and he glared at me. “I told you not to look for me.”
I tossed my car keys and wallet on the table beside the front door. “I guess I didn’t hear you.”
“You’re playing a dangerous game here. One you don’t understand,” he warned me.
I walked over to the couch and leaned against the back so I faced my uninvited guest. “Then why don’t you enlighten me?” I suggested.
“That would put you in greater danger. I’ve already risked your safety too much by coming here tonight,” he replied.
I crossed my arms over my chest. “Then why come?”
His eyes swept over me. The heat in their depths excited my body, and I felt a warmth spread over me. I tried to shove it down, but it bounced back with twice the strength as before. He moved so he stood in front of me. His hands grasped my shoulders and he pulled me against him.
“Your scent drives me here. It risks both our lives for a chance to smell you, to touch you,” he whispered.
My heart beat loudly in my chest and I felt my face flush with warmth. I tried to keep a grip on to my detective persona. My voice quivered, but the words got out of my parted lips. “I-I don’t understand. What scent? Why me?” I questioned him.
“Because I claimed you, and you are mine,” he growled.
I shuddered at the tension in his words. His voice was more animal than human. He longed to take me, to make me his, and I lusted for the same. He leaned forward and caught my lips in a searing kiss. His hands pawed at my shirt, my pants. Each of them were cut through by his nails and dropped to the floor in shreds. I wrapped my arms around him and moaned into the kiss. His fingers danced across my bare skin. Only my underwear and bra remained. My bare flesh pressed against him. He was hot to the touch, we both were.
I broke from the kiss and gasped for air. “How?” I moaned. How could he do this to me? How could he break my will and get my permission to take me with the passion of a lover?
“Mine,” he growled.
That was the only explanation he gave, and the only one he needed. His lips pressed a hot trail down my neck to my heaving breasts. They swelled and strained against my flimsy bra. Their pert nipples pushed out from the cups and begged for attention. He cut through the straps and the bra slid down my stomach to rest on my bent arms.
My lover’s hot gaze swept over my nakedness. I leaned back to give him a better view. He growled and pressed me closer. His warm lips nipped at my sensitive mounds and teased my nipples. His hands brushed against my smooth buttocks and pulled off my underwear. He massaged my rear and ground his hips into mine. I gasped as the size of his need pressed hard against my hot center. He picked me up off the floor and I instinctively wrapped my legs around him.
My lover moved us to the closest wall where he pressed me between the rough sheet rock and his hard, tense muscles. He tore off his shirt and pants and stood naked in front of me. His pulsing member teased my entrance for only a moment before he plunged himself inside me.
His penetration filled me both physically and mentally. He stretched my walls and soaked himself in my warm juices. I leaned my head back and reveled in the feeling of our completeness. I was nothing without him inside me, filling me with his lust for my body. His hands and mouth worshiped my body. Nothing was untouched. My most intimate places were teased and stroked. We were covered in sweat before his first push inside me.
I grasped his shoulders and sank deep into the sensual feel of him pulling in and out of me. Each penetration was a step towards a feral bliss, a carnal desire that lay deep inside us. It rose to the surface now and demanded satisfaction. Our sweat-soaked bodies pressed and tensed. We ground our hips against each other in this wonderful dance of lust and the primitive need to procreate.
I felt my muscles shift and expand. My fingers lengthened into sharp claws. Fur sprouted from my warm flesh. None of it mattered. There was only him inside me, pleasuring me to limits I could never have imagined.
“Fill me,” I pleaded.
He grunted and thrust harder. His harsh breathing echoed in my ear. The sound of my groans filled the apartment. I clutched onto him and felt his rippling muscles burst with a thick coat of fur. His deep breathing changed to violent growls. The ends of his ears grew long and pointed. His manhood swelled inside me.
Our lovemaking turned to a rut. I clutched to him as he penetrated me again and again. Each time brought with it greater bliss, but also a greater appetite for the pleasure. I squirmed and screamed my joy.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I yelled. “More! Oh god, more!”
He grunted and thrust harder into me. My muscles quivered with my coming orgasm. I leaned my head back and reveled in the feel of that beautiful pleasure as it washed over me. He jerked into me and froze as he spilled into me.
I was exhausted. It wasn’t easy losing a tailing car and getting my mind and body fucked like never before. I slumped against his shoulder and sighed. My heavy eyes closed and I basked in the warmth of our sweat-soaked bodies.
“Sleep,” he whispered.
And damn it, I did.
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