Sex 101: Werewolf version of THE WET DIARY

She should have known better, but she’d figured it out too late.

That was all Bianca could think as she lay on her back with her wrists tied to the bed, completely naked.

 Simeon Gilbert was his name. The Alpha of Shadowfang Pack who caught her on his bed.

 He had one of those rugged faces, a five o’clock shadow enhancing the effect, and gray-blue eyes that seemed to promise things both dark and delicious. If only she’d realized just how dark…

She was three weeks into her six-week trip through Shadowfang to the Most anticipated Regal pack to reward herself for graduating college. And then she’d met Simeon in there.

It turns out they're mates and after the nightclub he’d taken her back to his house. He’d marked her that night.

They’d spent a steamy night together…and in the morning she had found herself naked and cuffed to his bed with a note left on her bare chest. Remembering the words, they still struck her as creepy, demented, and yet sweet at the same time: “Dear Mate, I count myself the luckiest man in the world to have met you. My wolf and I enjoyed each and every part of you and I’m never gonna let you go.

I know the goddess made us mee for a reason as that’s why I have to apologize first for what will befall you sooner.

I know you have friends and family who will miss you very much. You will become a missing person, and perhaps those others who have loved you will learn to cope with their grief. I am too selfish. I don’t let go of hot Omegas like you, so you’re never leaving this place and even if you do, the we’re going to my bed”

Bianca let the memory of Simeon’ note fall away as she heard the key turn in the lock at the front door. Her body awoke with anticipation. She could hear the light step of her ‘mate’-turned-captor coming up the stairs, down the hallway, until the master bedroom doorway swung wide open.

There he was, the hunkiest eye candy in his impeccable, dark blazer and crisp, white button-down shirt. He stepped into the bedroom as nonchalantly as any husband returning home from work. It wasn’t even lunchtime and today he’d come home early.

He looked at her as he closed the door behind him. She looked like a captured goddess. She was this gorgeous, slender young woman with long, dark-brown hair and medium-sized breasts. If he detected the pleading, haunted expression on her face, he didn’t show it.

“Hello, beautiful. How was your morning?” he said with a dark yet teasing sense of humor. He put down the groceries he’d bought on the way home and loosened his tie, pulling it out from the collar before he folded it and placed it carefully in the proper drawer. He turned to her and leaned onto the mattress.

Bianca glared at him. “You know how my day was, you bastard. You keep me tied up whenever you’re not here.” Simeon’ face had a mask of contrition as he leaned down and kissed her on the lips. She let him. She’d realized by now that constant resistance was just pointless. You had to pick your battles. She didn’t have the energy to fight him on every little thing, not anymore.

“My dear Omega is feisty. Mmm. You know me well, know what turns me on,” Simeon murmured. He trailed a hand up and down Bianca’s inner thighs. She stiffened at his touch.

Bianca closed her eyes as he bent over and gently lapped at each of her nipples, until they pebbled just so. She hated the sensations he awoke in her sometimes.

It was so wrong. It made her ashamed beyond belief. And yet… She was his captive, true, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t conflicted. There was a part of Bianca that still loved Simeon, despite what he’d done since they’re mates.

“Let’s see if I can wipe that scowl off your face, my beautiful Omega,” Simeon continued. He knelt at the foot of the bed and began to nudge his tongue between her cunt lips. His tongue flicked up and down her pearled nub. Then he dove inside her, tasting her. Coaxing her.

 He patiently stroked her sex with his tongue. His hands explored elsewhere. His fingers massaged her skin and created trails of heat. She hated it…almost. She squeezed her eyes shut until his fingers gently pinched her nipples.

 The two stabs of sensation made her open her eyes and look down. He was feasting on her pussy now. Her pussy throbbed with the beginnings of an ache she couldn’t quench. She hated that too. Almost.

“Mmm. Such a good girl. You become wet for me. That makes me feel blessed. It’s like a gift you give me. I cherish it,” he whispered. Now he inserted a finger into her sex, then two. He pumped them gently in and out, in and out, as he knelt down again and slid his tongue lovingly against her joy nub. She let out a sigh. Her fists clenched as her cunt muscles clenched up with need. No. She had to stop him. She couldn’t let him do this, not again.

“It’s all right, darling. Let me take you over the edge. I love you, baby. Let me show you how much.” Those words, which might have been sweet if she’d been in any other place, if Simeon had been any other man – right now they were tainted. Yet part of her heart pulsed with something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

She marveled at the care of his touch. He was patient with her, and dedicated. He lapped at her sex tenderly, finger-fucking her with firm yet careful strokes. The scent of her fluids became stronger as the wetness gathered onto his fingers, coating them with the proof of her arousal.

Bianca looked down as he gently nipped at her clitoris. She groaned as she felt his fingers slide deep inside, stroking the inner walls of her cunt.

“Please,” she sighed. “Stop.”