Raymond had it planned in his head. Actually, he didn't. He was use to having aggressive and spontaneous sex. That's the way he had it with his girls. The way he enjoyed werewolf's liked it but since he wasn't sure how she would like it, he would go slow then build up the pace.
So the plan was, kiss her first. Make her long for it, then fuck the hell out of her. As he pushed open the door and held her by the shoulders, she was a little shorter, so he bent to her height and he planned to smoulder her with kisses, he heard the door bell.
"Are you expecting someone?" he asked.
"No," Ivy replied. "Who could it be?"
She walked over to the door and opened it, revealing Raymond's brother Rafe standing on the other side. Raymond let out a sigh and tried to hide his frustration. He was just about to lean in when the doorbell rang, interrupting the moment. He stepped back and looked at Ivy, disappointment written all over his face.
"Rafe!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
Rafe explained that he hadn't seen Ivy since yesterday and stopped to say hi. He was surprised to see Raymond there. He asked if Ivy was ready for a walk that evening, but Raymond cut him off.
"We can talk about that later," he said. "Right now, Ivy and I were about to..." he trailed off, not wanting to finish his sentence in front of his brother.
Rafe looked at his brother and smiled. He knew his brother and knew what Raymond was capable of. He gave Ivy a smile and sat on the couch.
Raymond sighed once more. He looked more disappointed that their moment had been interrupted, but he was thankful that his brother had shown up when he did. He might have made the worst mistake of his being here. With that, he waved goodbye to Ivy and walked out.
Ivy looked over the couch and found Rafe. He had switched positions. This time he laid on the couch. He was on his phone. Watching a video or something. She took a deeper look at him.
Ivy's heart raced. His body was so inviting, she couldn't help but stare longer. The way his toned muscles glistened in the light made her mouth water. She slowly walked over and ran her hands along his body, exploring every inch of him.
Rafe's eyes opened, and he looked up at Ivy with a passionate expression. Without saying a word, he pulled her close and kissed her. His lips were so warm and inviting, she felt like she was melting into him.
His hands moved along her body, caressing her curves. She felt an electric current run through her as his fingers moved lower and lower. His touch was driving her wild, and she was eager to feel more of him.
Rafe's hand moved beneath her dress and his fingers found her most sensitive spot. She gasped as he gently massaged her, sending waves of pleasure through her body. His kisses moved lower, and soon his tongue was tracing a path of fire down her body.
Ivy felt really awful imagining all thses.
Was it her lack of sex that made her look at every guy as a sexual attraction?
But to be honest, Rafe was sexy and so was Raymond. They both looked intense. They must have come from a sexy family.
"Damn" She shook her head, trying to push out those horny thoughts.
She caught Rafe looking at her. She smiled and walked to the kitchen.
As she attended to the groceries, she made a mental note to get herself a vibrator and some lubricants. That would ease her stress off.
After the meal and a little grooming, Ivy decided to take a stroll with Rafe. He earlier suggested they take a walk then he would show her his home, Incase she ever wanted to come over..
Rafe led the way to the driveway of his family house, and he and Ivy stepped on the porch. Rafe's family was already outside waiting for them, and Ivy could feel her heart racing. Rafe's mom and dad were standing next to each other, smiling warmly, and his four younger brothers were huddled together, looking at Ivy curiously. His younger sister was standing a few steps away, a bit shy.
Ivy took a deep breath and walked up to Rafe's family. His mom and dad welcomed her with open arms, and Rafe's brothers ran up and gave her a hug. Rafe's sister smiled shyly, but shyly shook Ivy's hand.
Rafe's mom invited them inside, and they all filed into the house, laughing and talking. Ivy was overwhelmed by all the noise, but she couldn't help but smile. This was her first time meeting Rafe's family, and she already felt like part of the family.
Rafe took Ivy on a tour of the house, showing her all the rooms and introducing her to his family's pets. He also showed her the backyard and the garden, which his mom and dad had been working on for years.
At the end of the tour, Rafe and Ivy sat down in the living room with his family, and Rafe's mom brought out some snacks and drinks. They talked and laughed for hours, and Ivy felt more and more at home.
When it was time to leave, Rafe's mom and dad gave Ivy a big hug, and Rafe's brothers and sister gave her high fives. As they drove away, Ivy couldn't help but smile. She had just had an amazing time with Rafe's family, and she loved it.
Rafe walked her home. He stopped at the entrance of her apartment. It was late so he was about leaving. Ivy stopped him halfway. She grabbed his arm, turned him around and hugged him.
Rafe was surprised for a second or so. He hadn't expected this, he tried to hide it and instead hug her back too. Her hug got tighter while he simply gave her a light pat on her back. Soon, the embrace broke off. Ivy stepped back, waved and closed the door.
Rafe got home and went into his room. He was having what was equivalent to a butterfly in his stomach when Raymond barged in.
Raymond stood in front of Rafe, knowing that what he was about to ask of him was selfish. He had to try though.
"Rafe, I know this is a lot to ask, but I need your help," Raymond said, his voice quiet and hesitant. "I know you met her first but I want to have sex with Ivy. I promise it won't be as painful for her, and I can make sure she dies with dignity."
Rafe looked at Raymond incredulously. Had he really just asked him to let him have sex with Ivy? Rafe shook his head, unable to believe what Raymond was asking of him.
He knew his brother. Raymond would charm girls into liking him. He would make them have sex with him, sometimes without consent and then he would kill them. He called it his 'fetish'.
He usually didn't care but this tume, It was bullshit. Especially because it involved a woman he was beginning to like.
"Raymond, I can't let you do this," Rafe said firmly. "Ivy' seems like a nice person and I want to be friends with her. I'm sorry." He moved on his other side.
"Remember how you did that fetish thing with Jennifer. She was my best friend but I respected you, respect me too bro."
Raymond nodded, understanding Rafe's decision. He knew that he had gone too far with his request, and he felt guilty for even asking. He knew that Rafe was right.
"I understand," Raymond said, his voice soft and regretful. He turned and walked away, feeling ashamed of himself for even asking such a thing. He knew that there was nothing he could do, and the guilt he felt was overwhelming.
As Raymond walked away, he vowed to never again ask Rafe for something so selfish.
No, he wouldn't ask.
He would take her.
He walked out the door to his room, grabbed his jacket and was headed to her room.
Raymond had been watching Ivy's window for hours, waiting for the perfect moment to make his move. A light shorn from the window of the living room. Maybe she was still up. He had felt sexually attracted to her the moment they had met and he had been used to getting whatever he wanted, Ivy would not be an exception, no matter what Rafe said. So tonight he was determined to make his move and have her. Be had never really testedbhsi werewolf abilities but he had heard a legend that a werewolf could jump high enough to reach into a second story window, and he was determined to do what ever it took to make it happen. He took a deep breath and prepared himself for the transformation. He closed his eyes, and all of a sudden he felt a surge of energy running through his veins. His heart beat began to soar, and he could feel the power of the transformation taking over. His arms and legs began to lengthen, and his senses became incredibly heightened. His vision became better, he could see th
Rafe took a deep breath as he laid on his bed. Ivy had made his day. She pecked him. Actually, he considered it a kiss. A kiss on the cheek. It sounded more romantic that way, in his head."Oh boy" he said as he smiled ear to ear. He really couldn't hide his excitement. Then, he suddenly stopped smiling.He wasn't supposed to be this excited. Not after what happened to Mirabella. How could he forget so easily? He slapped his forehead hard. He wasn't supposed to be this excited over a woman. Not now. Not later. Not in this lifetime.He needed to avoid Ivy. A wolf wasn't supposed to have two mates in one lifetime. That was a rule.Mirabella was his first mate and that was the truest of love to him. Rafe laid in bed, his eyes closed. In his mind he replayed the moment he had met his first love, Mirabella. They were a couple from childhood. Her family was part of the pack. The 'M' family. He remembered vividly. Everyone always called them a couple right from childhood. Rafe and Mirabe
Rafe ran out of the house as fast as his human legs could carry him but it didn't seem fast so he transformed into a wolf and sprang to Ivy's house. Rafe knew he had to be careful, he had tracked his brother Raymond, and now he was here. He had to get in so he rang the doorbell and called out Ivy's name. No one answered. So Rafe took a deep breath again and rang the doorbell the second time. He had to be calm and collected, he didn't want to perceive the situation differently. He waited a few minutes but no one answered so he turned his hands to a claw and opened the lock. Someone was screaming. It was coming from the bedroom. It was Ivy. What was going on? Behind the closed door, he could sense Raymond's presence. His brother was human but he could feel his heartbeat increasing. Raymond was agitated, he was slowly transforming into a werewolf. Rafe had to stop him. If he didn't, Raymond would expose the family secret and that would require that they kill Ivy, to conceal their
Ivy had strategically been avoiding the 'R' family. Raymond and Rafe. Whoever it was, she would avoid them. Work made it easier for her. She would go out early and come back late. Perfect plan. It was really going well, atleast, until that rainy morning.Ivy stood in the rain, her umbrella useless against the relentless downpour. She was already running late for work, and to make matters worse, her usual taxi driver had failed to show up. She was stranded outside her door, with no way of getting to the office in time for her deadline. Just as she was about to give up, a car pulled up beside her. Through the blur of the rain, she recognized the driver, and her heart sank. It was Rafe, the same man she had been avoiding since their awkward encounter the other night. He had offered to help her then, but she had refused and the moment had been filled with embarrassment. Ivy wanted to turn him away again, but the rain was still coming down, and she was in desperate need of a ride. She he
Ivy sat on her bed, flipping through the contract Mr Jones Vones had given her in shock. She had been warned not to speak of the things she would be asked to do, and the consequences if she did. The pledge at the end of the document made Ivy shudder. If she ever revealed what was asked of her, he would kill her. He also included that the mere fact that she knew about this contract was a threat to her normal life. She closed the contract. Ivy thought about the date with Mr Jones. He didn't look like the type to do a dominant and submissive kind of relationship. He wanted her to become his submissive. That was no ordinary job, she had browsed about it and saw that much. Did gentlemen really have these kinds of skeletons in their closet?A wave of fear and anxiety washed over her, making her heart race as her phone rang and Mr Jones' name popped up. She reluctantly picked it up. He spoke first. He asked if she had settled well at home. She said yes. He asked if she had seen the contract
Rafe had not seen Ivy for a week now and this bothered him a bit. He usually saw her whenever she was coming home from work but he hadn't seen her as of lately. He wondered why. He knew she was avoiding him but could she have gone all out to do that? "Why am I looking for her anyway?" He asked himself as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. He often had conversations facing the mirror as though he really was talking to someone else who was also himself. It felt more comfortable that way.He had managed to convince himself that he didn't like her and was just trying to protect her out of the goodness of his heart and the fact that she looked like his lifetime mate who had died. He tried so hard to believe that but it was speedily failing.The way she made him feel told him differently. The feel of her skin on him made him think otherwise and even the thought of her alone made him excited. He tried not to show it but he knew he had started having feelings for Miss Ivy. That was n
Rafe laid on his back, breathing heavily and experiencing excruciating pain. He had just taken a bullet to his heart. Mr Jones Vones had shot him and he fought hard for Ivy, even with that pain. He had been shot but thankfully, those were rubber bullets. It still left him in pain and it would take some few minutes to heal but what he was more worried about was how to deal with Ivy. She had seen him turn from a werewolf to himself. He couldn't say it was a lie. He couldn't tell her she was hallucinating and neither could he tell her he faked it. What could he say? He opened his eyes narrowly to observe his surroundings. Rafe found Ivy leaning over him, inspecting his wound. Ivy had quietly crept into the room, carefully carrying a bowl of warm water and a soft towel. She had approached Rafe, who was lying on the bed and appeared to be unconscious. Gently, she placed the bowl of water on the side table and unfolded the towel. With a gentle touch, Ivy began to wipe away the dried bl
Rafe nervously stepped up to the door of Mr Jones Vones' house. His parents had told him the tales of Mr Jones Vones. The man's wealth and power, but he had not expected the heavy door before him to be guarded by a man with a gun. Rafe remembered that day like it was yesterday. He had been so scared and confused as he and his family stumbled into the city of Cayton. He was just fifteen years of age. Previously, his friends had told him. He had been warned of the dangers of the city, but the sight of the guards of Mr Jones' grandfather, Mr Cayton, had been the most frightening of all. He had been so hungry and exhausted, but he had never expected to be arrested. The guards had been harsh and unyielding, and Rafe had been terrified of what would happen to him and his family. He had been too small to do anything to protect them, and had simply stood there and watched as his family was taken away. He had been so scared and confused, he hadn't even been able to cry. But then, Mr Cayton