The satisfaction coursing through him was so arrogant, so unfaltering in its ownership, her wolf quivered a little in fear. If he consumed her, would she live to see another day? Intrigued, he rubbed his jaw against the inside of her legs, her scent decadent, strong. He fumbled with his jeans before pulling them down. His wolf wanted to take. To turn her around on hands and knees, mount her, and when she'd arch her neck in pleasure, take a bite. It'll hurt but he'd share the pain. "Noah?" She was still here. Legs spread, waiting for him. He smiled. His mind was playing tricks on him, he won't take her like an animal. That'll have to wait. He suddenly dipped his head and she shoved a discarded pillow to her face. Which was a good thing. Because the scream that tore out of her was no human. Her eyes shifted, her wolf begging to have her equal measure of the sensations. His eyes still on her face, he licked her between her thighs. The tender bud begged for his attention, which in h
The last thing she remembered was his claws digging in her ass, and their pleasure sated bodies a tangle of limbs. Where was he now? Not next to her. But he had slept, the bed held his impressions. Coming to herself, she blushed. His smell was so strong on her, hers had nearly vanished. She had an inkling that these were the signs of mating bond completing itself. Even he would smell more like Vanessa than himself. The animal was playing for keeps, and it wanted to be kept as an equal. She found him sitting on the porch stairs. She grabbed his shirt, shivered at how sensitized her skin felt, trying desperately to keep herself from looking at the spot of blood on lavender sheets. Thankfully, they weren't white. His marks, teeth, hand, claws pulsed in her body. Her body held his secrets more tenderly than it did anything else. He sensed her approach, straightening his legs, making space for her between them. She went, hiding behind her hair. His content was contagious. Bare chested
She watched his face, less shy about its location on the map of her body. He was smiling to himself, mischievous, his eyes on his work. Small pool of sweat gathered at her lower back, at the dimples he liked so much. He was finger painting.She gasped, trying to twist away as he wrote more. But he didn't have to. "Noah...." Was she going to weep? She didn't want to weep. "Is that a yes or a no?" The wolf was relaxed this time around. Like it had gotten what it wanted for the time being, she knew the decision was equally human. "Yes! Yes, I'll marry you." "If you can stop snotting, maybe then..." She hit his shoulder. When he kissed her, on the psychic plane, his wolf appeared. Battered, strong, feral. And with him- a bond. It was a great shining thing, like a falling moon. An orb born of love tumbling in the creeks, in the meadows. She had only to catch it. And she did. With it came a smaller bond-Ian. Unafraid, she linked herself to it. The distance between them felt like sph
'Love does find a way afterall. No matter what obstacles are laid before us, if our love is pure, it will win at the end, no matter what.' Vanessa thought as a smile lit her face up. She was sitting comfortably on a couch, in a large sweatshirt that belonged to Noah, now her husband.She thought back to their wedding ceremony, it was a wonderful affair filled with laughter, love and hope. All their friends had come, looking clean in their dresses and suits. Noah had left last night, in wolf form, hollering and calling loudly to the moon. A makeshift bachelor party- a wild run in the forest and then some chilled beer at a cliff with a nice view. That left Vanessa to sit back at home, thumbing through her favorite book and smiling now and then. It was midnight when she decided to call it a night and go to bed- her last night as a single lady. Just then, she caught sight of a rustling figure outside the window. It was Noah, his hair windswept and his cheeks red from being drunk. He was
"Button my shirt." Came the order in a hoarse whisper which made bursts of electricity run laps up and down Vanessa's spine. His lips were only an inch away from her face and she knew he intentianlly kept them this close, he loved seeing her reaction. Vanessa wanted to keep a straight face but her fingers shook and fumbled as she started to button his shirt. The tips of her fingers rubbed agaisnt his rock hard abs and she was all of a sudden out of breadth.She wanted to slap herself for thinking so sinfully. 'He is my master. He has hired me as his maid, that's it. There is nothing more.'She didn't realize that her entire body was shaking slightly at this point, so much so that her master Noah had to slide two strong arms around her waist to steady her.
Thin veiled curtains whooshed, swaying to the beat inside the club. The pavement right outside covered by plethora of bodies, in tight mufflers and trench coats; shielding their warmth from bone deep cold. Once inside, the modest protection clothes shed like snake skin to reveal ardently doned revealing silk dresses and tight tuxes. It was a week before Halloween, and instead of preparing for it, Right Vices, lone club in this area blared busy.Inside, the cold didn't stand a chance. People merged into each other over the canvas of disco lights, no one could walk a safe distance without tripping over on the dance floor. The bar on the far left side stood relatively peaceful, plagued by mostly customers who couldn’t separate alcohol from their blood, now that it was 1 a.m. and they had piss-drunk themselves.
The back office was, self-understood, at the very back. The front of the club might entertain clowns of all sorts. At the back, evenly designed corridors reprimanded business with every strike of shoe bottom on the black and white chessboard tiles. Had the hallway always been this long or time had slowed down, thought Vanessa? She had been only twice summoned to the back office since she started a year ago. Never in the middle of her shift. Her lungs reached for air, if she was called like this, it must be not good. Her fatigue traveled the other way when she was headed for the office. Adrenaline thickened the silence in her ears and sweat built underneath her collar. She twisted her hands to keep the pace even. The lights above illuminated two men sitting on either side of the door. Both wolves. Her wolf hissed in return. F
“Jerks! Turds. You filthy turds! I should’ve roofied your drinks!” her scream tore to the laments of frigid quietness. She threw her nameplate tag at Makhail’s feet, tearing her shirt a little in the process. The rip in her shirt from the safety pin had punctured the skin below her collar bone. A small red dot oozed on the skin, forcing Mikhail’s attention there. Vanessa then did the most unlikely thing, she hissed. And she could see Mikhail’s eyes widen to the sound her vocal cords could produce so well.Her anger mingled with hurt when she caught his eyes on the sliver of skin she showed. She knew he wasn’t checking her out. Ryder gave preferential treatment to girls who could at least reach his lips