Wanton Werewolf Page 2

  Bg smiles at one guy politely as he clearly tries to get close to her, she politely steps back from him. She has no idea about guys like him. I increase my pace and stride towards her, her eyes land on me and she smiles brightly. Oh damn, she’s wearing red lipstick. Like blood red. Fuck me now please. What I wouldn’t give to have those lips on me now.

  “Hey babe,” the other guy looks at me and throws me a dirty look. I want to grin like a fool at him. He never stood a chance. Bg is mine.

  “Hi you.”

  The guy slinks away and I slide my hands around her waist. The dress is tight, it’s practically a second skin on her. She stiffens at first and then relaxes a little into me and puts her hands on my forearms. “This is a most pleasant surprise.” I say kissing her cheek. “I thought you didn’t like the clubs.”

  She shrugs her shoulders. “Guess I figured I hadn’t really given them a proper go and that you were here.” She says smiling shyly at me.

  I can’t help her, I look her over. “Oh baby, you found me.” She laughs. “Come on, let me get you a drink.” I take her hand and we walk to the bar together. It’s thick with people looking to get parched. We stand there and are soon surrounded by other bodies. I stand behind Bg, one hand around her waist, leaning down to her ear, I say “What do you want baby?” My other hand starts drawing circles on her bare thigh, under the hem of her dress. It draws a gasp from her.

  “Conall!” she says in a breathless whisper looking back over her shoulder at me. I laugh and kiss her neck, before running my nose along the side of it. Tell me she knows what that means, please. I don’t think I can handle teasing on tonight of all nights.

  “What?” I feign innocence, probably poorly. “I meant what do you want to drink?” I cover quickly and my hand goes a little higher, pushing at the hem of that tight dress. Her hand pushes my fingers back down her thigh. I press my groin into her backside. I’m hardening by the second for her. God help me I may not survive if she doesn’t have sex with me tonight. Bg presses back against me and I keep my fingers at her mid thigh, lazily caressing her bare skin. I moan softly into her ear, letting her know how she is making me feel.

  In all our make out sessions over the past few weeks, Bg has never once pushed me off her when my cock has gotten hard against her. Which is quite often. So I know I can do this and she’s okay with it. I start rubbing my hard crotch against her backside, slowly, while kissing her neck. We’re getting there, slowly but surely, we’re getting there.

  “What’ll it be?” The bar attendant yells at Bg and she opens her mouth and I lift my head.

  “A wine for my girl and a beer for me.” I say over her shoulder pointing to the drinks we want.

  “Champagne.” Bg says back at me.

  “Make it a champagne for my girl.” I yell back at him and look at her profile, she’s smiling and looking straight ahead, pulling out her purse while I keep us close together.

  “It’s alright baby, I got it.” I say into her ear handing money over.

  “Oh yeah you got it.” She jokes back at me.

  “What is that supposed to mean? “ I ask accepting my change and leaving a tip for the bar staff. She shakes her head and picks up our drinks.

  “What did poor little Conall do wrong?” I ask as she turns and hands me my beer.

  “Baby, there is nothing little about Conall Wakely.” She says holding up her champagne glass. I raise my beer to her grinning.

  5

  One drink and we are out of there. I’m surprised to find it’s Bg who suggests we leave early and go somewhere more private. Could I be finally getting lucky tonight? Oddly, I actually found myself trying to convince her to stay. The atmosphere and scent of fur and sex in the club was working perfectly for me. I felt damn good. I actually convince myself that I could just handle fondling her in there all night long, as long.

  “So you went to the club because you were horny?” Bg says to me when we’re back at my place.

  “What? Nah. I was meeting up with Joey and the boys and we were just you know, hanging out before the shift.” We lay down on my bed, my bedroom window is pushed open allowing a cool night air and the scent of outdoors in.

  “You need to shift tonight?”

  “Badly.” I mutter back at her as the moon peeks through the silhouetted trees outside. “Don’t you?”

  “Yeah, I do too.” She says leaning on her elbow looking back at me.

  “Whatever will we do then babe?” I grin up at her.

  She smiles back at me. “Guess we’ll have to help one another.” Bg smirks and moves to straddle my hips. I groan, my hard on has not gone down since we left the club, she sits across it.

  “Oh babe, tonight is not the night.” I find myself saying before wondering who has hijacked my brain. “I don’t do patience well on lunar nights.” I blurt out and then wonder why I told her that. It’s true but not the kind of truth you want to reveal to your virgin girlfriend who’s not ready to let you fuck her, but wants to be a prick tease all night long. “I’m not trying to be rude,” It’s like my mouth has a mind of its fucking own. Why else would I be saying this shit at her?

  She’s running her hands up my abs, back and forth, pushing my shirt up my body and looking at me differently. She takes my hands and places them on her legs that are wide apart on either side of my torso, and directs them to slide up her legs, to the hem of her dress. My eyes widen in surprise and I keep them moving up, pushing the dress up to the top her thighs. Bg doesn’t stop me.

  My hands keep sliding the dress up and up, till I’m over her hips and she still hasn’t stopped me. I watch the black material continue up her body, revealing red lace panties over her crotch. “Oh, yeah.” I mutter looking at her underwear, I can see there’s nothing but bare skin underneath. No pubic hair poking through the red lace, just smooth skin.

  “Oh.” She still hasn’t stopped me, I get a little eager now, pushing the dress up her body, rolling it up to her breasts, where Bg helps me by pulling it up over her breasts and over her head. Yanking it off. I’m greeted by the sight of a matching red lace bra, her nipples straining against the material and the cool night air. “For me?” I ask stupidly grinning up at her.

  She nods her head. “You said I looked amazing in red.”

  “This doesn’t even come close to that babe.” I say sliding my hands up her warm, flat abdomen towards her bra encased breasts. “Sexy, very fucking sexy.” I blurt out playing with her breasts through the bra. Bg groans loudly and I watch her start move against me.

  “Oh hell Cadey,” I mutter watching her move and using her actual name, not the pack nickname. “You gotta stop. I’m likely to come in my pants right now if you keep that up.” Why the fuck am I encouraging her to stop, this is what I’ve been wanting since we first started going out! She stills. Fuck me! I am my own worst fucking nightmare.

  “Really?” She asks somewhat curiously.

  I nod my head back at her because I no longer trust my brain and mouth to work in the correct manner together. It’s like some part of me has hijacked some other part of me. The human needs to fuck off and let the swarve werewolf take the fuck over. Because I am damaging my own situation here. Self sabotage, fuck me! Before I can figure out what to do next. Bg is undoing my pants and I’m like a third party in my own body, watching her undo my jeans and slide her hand in under the band and wrap around my width.

  “Oh fuck me.” I murmer.

  Bg pulls my cock out of it’s confines and she puts my hand on it and raises up on her knees. She silently directs me to press my cock against her outer thigh and move against her leg while she looks down on me with dark eyes, twinkling with desire and mischief. As she reaches behind her back and unclips that red bra.

  “Oh my god.” I blurt out like a teenager who’s never fucking done this before in his life. What the hell is wrong with me?

  I love the feel of the friction of me against her and the sight of her breasts falling out of that red lace as she shrugs
it off her shoulders and throws it aside. It’s about this time, that a small part of my still functioning brain, realizes, Bg is in total control of me. No woman has ruled me as expertly and sexually as she has just done.

  “Babe I can’t,” The words fade from my lips as she leans down to my face and hovers momentarily just above my face, those red lipstick lips, just out of my reach. She dips her head and kisses my chin first, and I find myself tilting my head up and she works under the soft pallet of my jaw, kissing her way down to my Adams apple where she presses her teeth gently around me.

  “Yes.” I pant and start moving my hand up and down my cock as those teeth leave me and her lips keep kissing my skin, trailing further down my throat, till she tongues my collar bones, each one, again imprinting her teeth around them. I groan loudly. I never fucking knew that was a thing but fuck yes, it’s my thing. Her teeth doing that to me. Pressing into me hard and fleeting.

  She keeps kissing me and I silently wish it will never end. It’s like the best feeling ever, after so long of not having her close to this. Her tongue flicks out and traces grooves over my abdomen and into my belly button before sucking and pulling at the snail trail of hair leading down between my hips.

  “You’re killing me.” I pant staying otherwise perfectly still as Bg lays atop of me moving down me. “Fucking killing me.” What the fuck is wrong with me? I have never lost it this badly over a female before. Sex is my thing. This sort of reaction is always the other way around. And as she’s moving down me tortuously slow, and silent. I’m inhaling her scent, almonds, marshmallows mingled with fur and some sort of light perfume over the top, the human dressing over her otherwise natural werewolf scent.

  Bg doesn’t even pause when she gets to my cock. She just removes my hand off it and slides that luscious mouth with those beautifully full red lips down my length and starts to play with me. Sucking and alternating pressure on my cock. And my head drops deep into the pillow behind me as I grab at the bed covers either side of me.

  “Cadey you have to stop or I’ll come in your mouth.” Fuck even my own words to me at this point in the night are turning myself on. “Cadey,” She doesn’t stop, she keeps sucking me and I know I do not have enough control to stop myself from coming down her throat. “Cadey I don’t have any control.” I blurt out as a last ditch effort to stop her. But it’s too late, she goes deep on me and my cock starts spurting.

  6

  I pull her in close to my side and we’re laying there together half undressed with me still trying to recover from what just happened. “How did you know to do that?” I find myself asking her.

  “I watch movies.” She chuckles back at me.

  I turn my head to look back at her. “Like, adult movies?” She frowns lightly and seems to think about this.

  “No, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a porno. Just you know, Hollywood movies, where the girl or guy is kissing his way down the person on the bed and camera always cuts out on the bit you really want to see the most.”

  My mouth is turning up into a smile. “Oh my god, you have a filthy little mind.” I kiss her temple and keep trying to regain my breath as we laugh. She shrugs her shoulders.

  “It’s lunar week, who doesn’t have a filthy mind night before full moon.” I look back at her and wonder if this is really happening or going to happen tonight. Bg’s right though, our sex drives go completely crazy with need that is as vital to us as water or oxegen. Some wolves control it better than others, but most of us, suffer to a degree before figuring out what it is that will work for us during lunar week. For me, it’s sex from the get go. I do not do well holding out, something I was kind of hoping to keep from Bg.

  “Right.” I reply softly and flip us around suddenly so I am over the top of her and she is laying on my bed under me. Her eyes go wide with surprise and a hint of something else. Excitement? Nerves? Am I reading this right? “Time to return the favor.” I grin at her and start kissing her jaw and work my way down her body as my hands pull at the sides of her underwear.

  I’m expecting her to stop me at any second now. She has every other time. But this time, her hips lift up under me and I pull the remaining red lace away from what it coverts that I want so badly. Pushing her panties down her legs and off. I can suddenly hear her heart beat pick up like crazy as my lips go lower on her.

  Bg’s panting heavily and she’s a little stiff. “Relax,” I find myself whispering as I trail a straight line with my tongue from her navel to the bare skin above her core. I tease her, dancing my tongue around the soft folds. I want to drive her as insane as she drove me. I glance up at her and Bg’s watching me in utter fascination. My tongue delves into her quickly and I taste the true sweetness of my girlfriend.

  And as I enjoy the delight of her wet sex, coating my tongue I feel the moon through the window, in waves across both our skin, causing us both to struggle to hold onto something that is intangible as the sensation of wolves stir within us. Jesus are we that close to shifting that we won’t even get to fuck first? Everything’s hazy and wonderful at the same time. Bg just keeps surprising me and I keep feeling like she owns me, more and more as the night wears on.

  Bg quivers against me and bucks, unable to stop her hips from moving. She orgasms in silence, and I feel her hands scrape the tops of my shoulders, digging nails in and find myself liking the pleasure and pain sensation that happens at once. I hear her breath catch and she arches and tries to fight it but her orgasm is powerful and she comes, again. A double. That ought to make an impression with her.

  When I am sure she has reached her peak and come back down again, I lift my head and look at her, licking my lips very deliberately. “Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.” Her eyes are somewhere between watering and changing. There is a color tinting them. And then it occurs to me, “Are we running down the moon?” I ask half sitting up and looking at her, suddenly content in a manner I’ve never been with any other sexual partner before. Bg gulps down some air.

  “Took you long enough.” She smirks back at me. She laughs at my naivety. My sexually inexperienced girlfriend knows enough to know that holding out closer to the fullness of the moon will increase all our sexual pleasure and make our shape shift, faster and smoother as a result. This also makes me wonder if she planned this so close to the height of the moon, that we wouldn’t be able to fuck in time before shape shifting. Damn she is hot. Did she somehow figure out that is what would work for me? For her and me so we could spend tonight together and shape shift together for the first time?

  “Smart and sexy.” I look at her in wonder. And right then and there I’m gone. Completely fucking gone on her. Heart and soul, belongs to her.

  7

  “It’s over Conall.” Three words that’s all it takes.

  The look on her face tells me all I need to know. This is a truth. A finality. Years of being together and all it takes to end our connection is three words is that it? Really is that all I’m worth? All that we are worth together? It seems inadequate for us. I’m her first, her first boyfriend, first relationship. She’s the most incredible female I’ve ever come close to knowing. Others pale. I know I shouldn’t have fucked around on her. But I couldn’t stop. I thought I could just still keep her despite that. The werewolf in me, it wanted more than one werewolf partner. But Bg’s not built like that. And I knew that and yet, I couldn’t stop myself.

  “You need to stop this hanging on to something that’s not there anymore. You’ll only hurt yourself.” She tells me.

  “Yeah.” How can there be someone else? Bg doesn’t cheat. Bg is honest and pure and fucking decent, everything I’m not. How can there be anyone when I’ve done my damn best to control her all this time, to ensure that there wasn’t opportunity for her to be around other males. It’s been two weeks since she said we had reached our natural ending and I still can’t get it through my fucking head. Don’t want to. Refuse to. How can I loose something so damn good in my life?

  “I’m not even sup
posed to be here, meeting with you like this. I just want to make it crystal clear,” Bg says sounding stronger than I’ve ever known her to be. When did that happen? How did it happen? How come I never noticed the change in her? “You need to stop aggravating the situation. Believe me Conall, you can not handle an alpha werewolf.” She says to me her eyes looking sad and big. Is she actually worried for me? Would it hurt her if I was to get hurt? Is that something I can use to get her back?

  “Babe I can handle myself.” I reply indignity.

  “Normally, yes. But being around alpha wolves is whole other level. I’m not trying to bruise your ego Conall. I’m trying to save you. Stop starting fights with the Manhattan Maen werewolves.”

  “Or what?” I throw back at her annoyed.

  “I will report you to the Breukelen pack leader and tell him not to take into consideration our past standing. Do you get me now?” Bg says sliding off the bar stool quickly. I glimpse her upper thigh as her skirt moves out of the way. And I remember, walking my fingers up the back of her thigh, sliding my hand over the curve of her bottom, squeezing them and massaging her back.

  I reach out for her and grab her arm. “Don’t go. Just, don’t go back to him. Tell me its me that you really want to be with and I’ll change.”

  She looks down at my hand on her arm and back up at me. “This is what I’m talking about. You can’t have it all when it comes to me. Go to therapy, fuck every female wolf you can, do some gym classes, whatever, just drop this, whatever it is, you have with me. Because after this, there’s no more being nice about it.” Bg says pulling her arm out of my grasp. “Get it through your head Conall, no more warnings.”

  She turns away from me and walks back out the bar door and is gone. And despite having been together for years, it doesn’t seem like nearly enough to have been with her for that time. And that’s the problem with wanting everything and being a werewolf. We’re raised to sharpen all our senses and abilities. We have memories that can be like steel traps, even when they’re selective. And the most natural inclination of our animal self is to target our prey, our goal, until we get it.