CHAPTER 5

MARTHA

My heart was thudding as I watched the tall, formidable man stride out of the bathroom.

His golden eyes locked on mine, and I tensed, wondering if those were his real eyes or if he wore contacts.

Maybe I was thinking too much. There were no real werewolves. Maybe he just liked having the tattoo of a wolf on his body.

There was no way that he could be a real werewolf. Did that mean those people who drew tattoos of birds, snakes, and dogs were real shape-shifters?

"No," I replied to my subconscious mind, trying to stay calm.

The man moved to meet me at the chair, and I stilled as his woody scent surrounded me like a blanket.

"How did you enjoy the meal?" he asked, his voice soft. His eyes fell to my hand as he held it and licked my fingers.

The feel of his tongue on my fingers sent chills down my spine, and my pụssy ached painfully.

I had not felt this way with Mark. Why was I reacting to this man like this?

He was a total stranger. I wasn't supposed to react to him this way, but my core was throbbing with an intense desire to have sex with him.

I could feel my pụssy dripping wet, and he scooped me into his arms and took me to the bed.

I gulped heavily, realizing that I had finished all the chicken pepper soup. How could I have done that?

I didn't even ask him if he had eaten.

"I am sorry, sir. I was so famished, and that's why I ate all the food. You can minus it from my payment," I said shamelessly as he set me on the bed and laid on me.

"Haha," he chuckled and licked my lips, and my face flamed hot.

'Why was he licking me like a dog?' I was restless as he towered above me.

"If you're not satisfied, we can request more food. I already ate with my men before I arrived here," he replied calmly, his gaze on me as his masculine breath caressed my face.

"Alright," I replied nervously. I felt something rigid caressing my thighs.

'Was that his cọck?' I pondered, my heart throbbing faster.

"What's on your mind? I can hear your increased heartbeat," he said as he moved away from me on the bed.

I thought he had lost interest, but he sat on the bed watching me with admiration on his face.

"Nothing," I replied bashfully.

"Take off my towel," he commanded. He had not removed it yet—probably he did not want to frighten me.

"I should take off your towel?" I asked him nervously, and he smiled.

"Yeah, it's almost midnight. Come on, I still have a long journey to travel tomorrow," he said, and I swallowed hard as my trembling hands moved closer to meet him.

I gently unfastened the towel from his waist and exposed his huge rod to my view.

I staggered backward on the bed, greeted by the massive size of his cọck.

"I…" My lips trembled as I said, "I cannot take this. I will die."

"You will be fine. Just relax. Haven't you been with a man before? Come on, feel it," he spoke in a soothing voice that made me restless.

His voice sent heat through me as he gently took my right palm and placed it on his huge cọck.

"Feel it. You can take it. It's not that huge and will fit you properly," he added, and my cheeks flushed.

My palms worked on his rod, caressing him, and he moaned.

"Do you like it?" he asked me, as I stroked his thick rod.

"Yes, but it's too big and veiny. Will I be able to take this? I do not want to die. I have heard that sex kills," I said, and he chuckled.

"Just relax and you will enjoy it," he gestured for me to suck him.

"Use your mouth. Make me happy, and maybe I can double your payment," he said, and my mind wandered off to the money.

"Alright." I bent and parted my wet lips as I took him. He moaned, his hands holding my head against him as I carefully pleasured him.

Sucking his huge rod made me wet. He filled my mouth, but I pleasured him to ecstasy.

He moaned as I took him deep in my throat, sucking his rod until he climaxed.

"Fụck," he moaned, and I shivered at his deep voice.

"I am sorry. You're so hot. Come on, let me eat you up," he gestured for me to lie on the bed, and I was trembling.

"Are you going to eat me for real? I do not want to die," I said nervously, and he chuckled.

"Silly woman. I do not eat humans. What do you take me for, a beast? Or are you still scared of me? I want to pleasure your pụssy, so get those scary thoughts out of your head," he replied, his voice laced with anger, and I apologized.

"I am sorry."

"It's fine. Come on, lie on the bed," he gestured for me to lie down.

My heart raced as I watched him move over me. He removed my towel to reveal my slender body to his view.

I was expecting a look of disappointment on his face. But his eyes were relaxed, his lips parted and curled in a beautiful smile.

"Delicious," he complimented, and my cheeks flushed. Before I could use my palms to cover my boobs, his hands caught them apart, spreading them wide on the bed. He bent forward, and his lips captured my boobs as he sucked and fed on them.

"Mmm," I moaned at the intense pleasure he was filling me with.

After sucking my brẹasts like a baby, he moved to my core and licked my wetness, swallowing my juice.

Even Mark, my fiancé, had never made me cum like this. The man was so good with his tongue as he pleasured my core and licked me clean.

Done, he prepared to make love to me.

"Are you ready?" he asked when he lay on me.

"Yes," I gulped heavily as he widened my legs apart.

"It will hurt, but it will pleasure you. So get prepared," he said, before thrusting himself slowly into me.

I drew in a deep breath, groaning until he fit in. Once inside me, he started moving his hips, thrusting slower and then faster.

"Ahh!" I moaned as he rode me on the bed.

Later he pulled out and changed position, angling my waist and having me on all fours. He thrust into me again, holding me firmly to take all of him.

"Ahh!" I moaned as he pumped himself deeper into me. My core clenched and unclenched. My womb vibrated as it felt like his cọck was aiming for it.

His hands held my waist firmly as he thrust deeper, moaning against my back.

"Ah! Fụck! Mmm!" He angled my waist, thrusting deeply until I felt something hot spilling into me. Before I could react and pull away, my legs felt like jelly.

His lips captured my neck, and he bit me, making me groan in agony. It hurt at first, but he continued licking my neck, and my brain racked. 'What kind of human being was he?'

'Do humans bite each other just to leave a hickey on skin?'

I tried not to think about it as he held me firmly and slowly released my waist.

I collapsed on the bed, my legs trembling, my body vibrating, and everything turned dark as I lost consciousness.