Chapter~8~What's done in the dark.

Harley~

I strip my clothes piece by piece, and everything hits the floor as a thrill shoots through me. For a human, Ben is incredibly passionate and a little kinky. Upon entering my bedroom, I find him as naked as I now am, lying in my bed with a long-stemmed rose in his mouth. He threw back the sheet, revealing his already erect manhood.

Ben levels me with a heated gaze and strokes himself slowly. "I've got something for you."

"That I can see, big boy." No grass grows under my feet as I cross the room, take the rose from its mouth, give it a sniff, set the bud aside, and straddle him on my bed. "No handcuffs tonight, Mr. District Attorney?"

In a fast motion, I moved my hips, back and forth, rubbing my cilt and folds along his shaft and licking his lips. Ben's hot tongue enters my mouth and dances with mine. Before long, he has me wet as water and moaning his name as I submit my neck to him eagerly.

"We will have to use your set, detective, unless you want me to go out to the car."

"Outside is not the destination I have in mind for you!"

His chest makes a stable brace as I plant my hands there, push myself up, and toss my hair over my shoulder. Ben's hands find my ass, and he squeezes me before spreading my cheeks and running his fingers along my crack from top to bottom.

"Benjamin, are you trying to seduce me?"

"Harley, I am always trying to seduce you." He gave me a cocky wink.

Ben slides his hand between us. I raised my hips, and he guided his head to my core. One fast, deep movement took him into me because that's how Ben likes it! Now he's calling my name between our heated kisses while I am riding him like a broke horse, with such force that my tits are flopping up and down against my chest, causing me to moan.

Ben's hands come to meet them, and he cradles my breasts and teases my nipples between his fingers. With the support for the girls, I continue to drive him into me, greedily taking every inch he offers. Still, I want more. The wolf in me craves bigger, harder, faster, and I pursue the need for fulfillment.

When the impact of my orgasm surged within me, I felt my claws threatening to protrude from my skin as Rae tried to emerge. I'm pushing her back as I remove my hands from his chest and throw my head back as my eyes go black. That would be hard to explain. Ben turns me over, he pins my hands above my head, and slow strokes me as deep as he can go.

"Is this what you want?"

I wrap my legs around his waist and push down on his back, raising my hips into him. "No, harder!"

Ben starts faster and thrusts more forcefully as I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on. When his rhythm stops and his dick pulses within me, I tighten my core to let him ride out his pleasure. Ben likes that too; he groans as his cum runs down my asscrack. He collapses onto the mattress beside me, taking me into his arms.

"I have something else for you." Ben kisses my forehead.

"Already? You're an eager beaver tonight!"

"Maybe later."

He grins like the cat that ate the canary, leans over the bed, grabs his pants, and pulls a little black box out of the pocket. Oh, holy hell! My face lost its color as I recognized straightaway what it was. A deer caught in the headlights, fighting for its life, had nothing on me! He sits back up and opens the box.

"Harley Gibson, will you be my wife?"

With a blank face, I can only stare at Ben, looking between his face and the beautiful pear-shaped diamond he'd revealed. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Again, I closed it and swallowed hard, closing my eyes, trying to get a grip!

"Benjamin, I can't marry you."

"Why not, Harley? I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life showing you how much."

"Ben, I don't return your love." He is now looking at me in disbelief, which makes it all the worse. "I never will, and it isn't you; it's me." In my case, the oldest cliché in the book is the truth.

"So you've been using me all this time? Did you believe you could further your career by sleeping with the commissioner's son? Is that it?"

"No, not at all, Ben."

Not knowing what else to do and hoping it would help, I got up from the bed, but I still feel as low as a snake's belly. Short of unleashing the beast within, there was nothing I could say or do to make this any better, and that was not an option. Instead, I drop my eyes to the floor.

"I am sorry, Ben."

"Not good enough, Harley, not this time!"

My bedside phone rang, and I realized my cell was in my pants on the living room floor. Since I have no life outside the department, I know who it is. Saved by the proverbial bell, I thought as I picked up the cordless receiver.

"Yeah, Captain."

"Harley, we have another floater, Santa Monica Pier. The call came in from a hysterical mother whose ten-year-old had found the body by the amusement park."

"I am on my way, Captain."

"Hurry, the press will be all over this."

The handset lands on my bed as I dash out of my bedroom to retrieve my clothes from the living room floor and head into the bathroom, turning on the shower.

"I have to go!" I said around the elastic hair tie I had in my mouth and, jumping in the shower, I washed, dried, and dressed quicker than I thought was possible. "Duty is calling, Ben, you know how it goes." Without another word, I head to the living room.

"If you leave now, Harley, I'll be gone when you come back."

I came back down the hall, fastening my shoulder harness and securing my Glock in place. "Ben, if this were another time and place, I would happily agree to be your wife, but it isn't."