She took the elevator instead of the stairs and got to the ground floor in record time. She managed to stride out of the front door, still holding her book and walked purposefully in the direction she had seen the guards. When she got there, Angel was still sitting on the stretcher, He held his head in his hands even with cuffs around his wrists. As if he could sense her coming, he snapped up his face, watching her walk closer.
Although it was dark the outdoor light shone dully over his feature, making it easy for her to see his eyes. He seemed disoriented for about a second and then his eyes shone with malice. Nadia felt her entire frame shake. She made herself hold his gaze, letting him see how contrite she was. That seemed to make his eyebrows draw together in a frown. Nadia used that time to jerk cold gazes at the guards and then she hissed.
“Really? What sort of incompetence am I witnessing now?” she said in the most bitchy voice she had ever used, folding her arms against her chest. The guards looked alarmed.
“G - good evening … um morning, Miss…” one of the guards tried to explain.
And another one interjected when the other one kept uttering incoherent words, “We were just taking … um …”
“Why is he in handcuffs?” Nadia snapped in a chilly tone, cutting the two mumbling idiots off.
“The Doc said he might get violent if he became conscious…” another one succeeded in explaining.
“And does he seem violent to you now?” she asked, scowling at him as she gestured to Angel who seemed transfixed watching the display. The men darted a glance in Angel's direction. Nadia could almost feel his gaze burning a hole in her robe. His attention was fully on her.
“Um … no … Miss … ” the one who seemed to be in charge mumbled.
“Uncuff him at once!” Nadia snapped, causing them to give each other panic glances. When after a minute they still haven't done as she asked, she reached out her right hand, gesturing for them to give her the key.
“Miss Rufus, he is truly dangerous … ” the leader of the lot tried to warn in a concerned tone.
“Give me the key or I swear I will have your head when my uncle returns…” she replied, overriding his voice in a low angry growl. One of the men quickly stepped forward to hand over the key. Nadia tried not to let her fear show as she moved closer to Angel and crouched low in front of him.
Avoiding looking into his eyes, she unlocked the custom-made cuffs and let them fall off of his big, strong wrist. She doubted normal-sized handcuffs could fit around his wrist. She threw the key back to the one that gave it to her and then she reverted her gaze to meet Angels’.
“I trust you can find your own way back to your apartment, Mr. Angel,” Nadia said, sounding braver than she felt. Angel slowly nodded, his grey eyes searching hers as if he was trying to decipher her intent. “Good,” Nadia said and turned to skip her eyes over the guards looking at her in awe. “Do you intend to stand there all morning, gawking!”
“No, Miss…” two of the men replied.
When Angel stood up in his six-feet-three-inches glory, the men took a few strides backwards.
Nadia swallowed, noting he was indeed intimidating. He turned away and started to strode off in the opposite direction. Nadia watched him leave with a sinking heart and then turned away, but she didn’t head back inside. She walked in the direction of the garden just below her window, hoping the guards would leave so she could find a way to trail Angel.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” she heard one of the guards say.
“Do you think it is true that she is a witch? I heard the kitchen maid say so,” another replied.
“Did you see how amenable Beast boy got? I thought he was going to rip us all apart for sure!”
"Not once did he snarl at her...." another interjected.
"Idiot! Would you have snarled if you were him? Miss Nadia is really hot!"
"Please! Beast boy would never have a chance with her. She didn't earn the title of the witch of Orolow Refuge for being coy. Besides, the boss might treat him like some special merchandise, he will not hesitate to kill him if he dares look in his niece's way. I heard her father is a real mean son-of-a-bitch."
"Stop your yammerings! She will never go for an animal like him. Miss Rufus is classy,” another said as their voices grew distant.
Nadia sighed. It appeared her father’s reputation and hers back home in Orolow Refuge had reached her uncle’s household. She wondered if she would ever be able to live it down. She started to lower herself to a stone bench at the center of the garden when a stony voice stopped her cold.
"Is that true, Nadia, would you ever go for an animal like me?" The voice was barely audible but she heard it, and it came right behind her. Before she could turn, a strong hand covered her mouth and the other wrapped around her middle, lifting her up to rest against a warm solid form. Nadia's heart did a flip. She breathed hard. He then slowly backed up into the shrub, taking her with him.
She found herself wrapped in his warm embrace as he darted into the woods, taking her farther from the house and the guards.
At some point, it got too dark for her to see and then he pressed her back to a tree, with his hand still pressed against her mouth, he leaned close to her face and snarled – baring unusually long, dangerously sharp teeth.
"Tell me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now?"
When she mumbled something, a jolt of desire shot through him as her soft lips moved against his palm, making it hard for him to focus on his anger and not remember how incredibly soft they were and what they had felt like brushing his skin.
He then noticed how her robe gapped in the middle, exposing black lingerie, cupping her full, supple breast he remembered too well. He suppressed the urge to howl. His beast fought to surface so he could take her. He grunted and shook his head, trying to stay focused. Her beautiful eyes searched his with apprehension. Even though he could feel and smell her fear, there was also something else there that made him a tad befuddled.
"If I remove my hand and you scream, I will wring your neck!" he growled deep in his throat, fighting to stay in character. She nodded. When he removed his hand, Nadia swallowed and then flicked out her tongue to wet her lips. Angel clenched his teeth, his nostril flared as he breathed hard.
"I probably deserve everything you choose to do to me right now, but I need you to hear me out," she said in a rush and Angel watched her with a cold leveled gaze. "Hear you out? Did you give me such a chance before you use my body?" he said and watched her lips tremble. "I'm sorry, Angel. I am so sorry. I would never have done that if I wasn't under the influence. I promise you, it was a mistake. Angel… I." "Why?” Angel asked. “Why? I was not myself. I was intoxicated…” Nadia quickly replied, looking puzzled by the question and wondering why he was making her repeat herself. “Why wouldn't you have chosen to sleep with me? Is it because I am half human? A wolf-boy or beast-boy like your uncle guards like to call me?" "That's not what I meant…" "What then did you mean, Miss Nadia Rufus?" he enunciated in a cold, chilly way. His eyes were literally throwing daggers at her. "Your uncle and cousins do it all the time; use anyone they like just because they have guns and killing ga
"You smell good…" Angel said, and the statement made a moisture pool in between her legs. Angel growled deep in his throat as the scent assailed him. He reached for the silky shorts underneath and pulled them down her ankle. He then reached forward to cup her bum, and lift her up, making her widen her legs. Nadia breathed through parted lips then trembled when the tip of his tongue slowly stroked the hem of her vulva. "Angel!" she cried out as an intense pleasure shot through her. "You taste good too…" he rasped in response, then darted his tongue into her. Nadia moaned, gasping for air. The pleasure was profound. The position he had her in should make her quite modified, but what he was doing to her had turned her brains into cotton caddy. He was cupping her butt cheeks, with her legs open wide and his broad shoulders keeping them apart while his face was buried against her core. His rippling muscles bulged in the shadowy light, showing off his strength as he held her up, lapping
Nadia licked and suckled on him; she was whimpering at the sheer pleasure of getting to do this to him when lucid and with his consent. She wanted to pleasure him and have him enjoy the action as much as she was. She noted how unusually big he was. If she had gone on a date with a man of his length and size, she would have run straight out of the door if she saw him with his pants down. He wasn't freakishly big though but was enough to give pause. Knowing she had been able to accommodate him and had ridden and fucked him twice, she knew she could take him. The thought made her even wetter. Angel moaned and ran his finger through her hair. "Nadie," he rasped. She raised her eyes to look up into his. Even though she couldn't see his shadowed face, she could feel the heat of his eyes on her. "You want me inside you?" Angel asked even though he knew that was what she wanted. He could smell, and feel every one of her emotions. "Yes …" she whispered. Angel reached down to place his
Nadia quickly obeyed, panting in anticipation. Angel started to move inside her again, slowly this time while fighting down his beast and the animalistic instinct to sink his teeth into her flesh. It was hard and his beast did surface for a few seconds or so but he was able to keep him tamed as he mated with his woman -- truly mate with her for the first time. The pleasure was profound. "Angel! Please, don't stop," Nadia said in a shaky whisper. It felt so good, she wanted him to never stop. "Believe me, I can’t," Angel replied, sounding equally overwhelmed. Thinking his answer might not make sense to her, he added, “I will not.” His speech was a slow drawl as he spoke with his fangs extended. The experience shadowed the one they shared earlier and tripled all her expectations and even her daydreams. Nadia lost count of how many times he made her come. When Angel neared release, he grunted hard, holding her thighs in almost a painful grip, his claws dug into her flesh. Nadia whim
He lifted her off the ground, making her wrap her legs around his hips. Then he shifted position and sat down with his back to the tree. Nadia straddled him automatically. He didn't stop kissing her. Framing her waist he lifted her off of his thighs, positioned her to accept him and filled her up again. Nadia whimpered. Angel made her take all of him, cupping her ass. Nadia moaned. They both kissed each other fervently. "I want your mouth on me, Angel, " Nadia whimpered. "Tell me where," Angel rasped. "Here …" she breathed, reaching for his index finger and gently stroking it over her nipples. Angel moaned. He tilted her backwards, lowered his face to her chest and closed his lips around her left nipple. Nadia moaned as a shot of pleasure ricocheted inside her. Angel used his open palm to hold and stroked her back and stomach, sucking her persistently and making her cry out his name. He moved from one to the other, stroking the buds with his tongue and pulling them into his m
'I am so fucking screwed!' Angel thought as he forced himself to take one step at a time. And with every step taking him farther away from her, he could feel his beast feeling restless. “Calm down, bud, we can’t claim her in that way yet. By the way, it’s great to feel you again,” he muttered to himself. Angel took a deep breath, feeling the urge to shift and run wild but he knew he dared not. He fought the urge, knowing what would happen if he did. And God forbid if one of the guards saw him, that would mean another agonizing day of getting himself tranquilised and tested on like some lab rat! He growled deep in his throat. Untamed, primal power coursed through his veins, heightening the urge to go on a rampage. He tried taking breathing exercises, forcing himself to remember all the people raped, beaten, and shot just to get him to obey orders. The horrid memory fueled his anger but cooled the rebellious urge. A flurry of snow drifted in the air and his breathing sounded in his
Angel took a glance in the cell block opposite his. Wolfe curled up on the cold concrete floor, leaving his bed untouched. He recalled the other Were was brought in shortly after him. Like the rest of them, he had been hopeful that they would find a means of escape, but after nine years, he gave up and became withdrawn until Antonio Rufus started making them mate with captured female wolves. The guards would bring them from another cell block every Friday night, labeling them ‘gifts’. And there were times he would mix them up with human females. But they stopped bringing in humans when the death rate started piling up. A lot of the male Weres have been locked up for far too long and have fully embraced their animalistic side. Such Weres had totally lost touch with the real world and control was alien to them. After that, they only bring in humans they want to be killed. Wolfe had formed a bond with one of the she-wolves and every time she was brought in she only allowed Wolfe to t
Nadia opened her eyes, looking up at the high ceiling of her room. The event of the previous night rushed through her head like a panorama of pictures and her lush lips spread out in a happy smile. Wiggling with excitement on her bed, she let out a happy laugh. She had never imagined that coupling could be that intense and beautiful. She supposed it must be partly because the feeling of need had been natural and not cunningly geared by some cynical motive. She grimaced in recollection of her previous experiences. Her first time was with her literature teacher in high school. He had been quite a hunk; tall, witch-black hair, and the brooding kind. His name was Bildad James. All the female seniors had wanted him but he never gave any of them the slightest of attention. He became somewhat a challenge for her. The feeling of making him a conquest seduced her. She wanted to be the one who succeeded where others failed and she went at him with all she had got. At first, she made a subtle