by Mandy Rosko
"I won't. Just so long as we're clear that we are finally dating."
"It's a bit more than that."
Heat immediately climbed into her cheeks. She couldn't look at him. She might smile. She was too embarrassed.
"You did say you could be with a guy named Warren."
"Yeah, but you haven't even had sex with me yet."
"I'm going to, very soon, so don't even worry about that."
"I'm not," she lied.
"And I will make it amazing for you."
"You're not the one I'm worried about in this coming interaction."
"You think I'm worried about you?"
Trisha scratched at the back of her neck. "I just... don't want to give myself whiplash again."
There was a brief hesitation. "What exactly do you think I'm going to do to...oh, you're not going to stab me, don't worry."
"It's not funny!"
"It's a little funny." The asshole couldn't seem to stop laughing.
"I think I liked you better when you were all stoic and aloof."
"Uh-huh." He spun her around, avoiding her horn as he leaned in and kissed her on the mouth, hard.
Trisha inhaled deeply. He used that to his advantage, pushing his tongue forward, sliding it against hers.
Her brain and knees immediately melted. It felt so warm, wet, and just nice. More than nice. She had barely had the chance to touch him at all thanks to his stupid rules, and those were going out the window tonight because she was no longer staying at the Academy.
Warren insisted that she still take some of the safety classes and keep up her practicing for whatever it was her horn did when she got excited.
But she was his now. Nothing was getting in their way now.
When he pulled back, it was way too soon, and there was a smile that looked a little too cat-like for a wolf-dog. "Let's hurry and pack up your things."
There wasn't much, considering she came to the school with nothing, but Trisha was eager to get out of there.
To start her new life.
Besides, if her horn had some magical powers that could heal and make flowers and plants come to life, then maybe it would also give her the power and stamina she needed to have awesome sex well into tomorrow morning because, after all this time of only a few kisses and barely light touches, she was more than ready.
16
Leaving the Academy was strange. For a little while, maybe without realizing it, Trisha had started to think she would never leave.
If not the FUC Academy, then at least this strange new life she'd grown accustomed to, where there was always someone watching, always someone poking and prodding.
Testing...
Driving out of there with Warren felt like a new chapter in her life had opened up. They were silent in the car, as though they both knew it.
Knew how quickly this was going, knew how different it was going to be for her.
For both of them.
It was as if neither of them wanted to break that silence, as if it would shatter everything around them.
Warren wasn't kidding when he said the place he'd rented wasn't very far away. It couldn't have been a ten-minute drive on the highway before he turned off, and then there they were.
He seemed nervous. It was kind of cute for him because she wasn't used to that in him.
"It's not much, and I know a lot of people wouldn't like being so close to the road, but if I get a call, then it's right where I need it to be."
She looked at him and then at the little house.
"It's beautiful. I don't know what you're talking about."
Warren rubbed at the back of his neck, looking at his home as though trying to see it through brand-new eyes, searching for flaws.
"Hardly pretty. I tried to grow some stuff, but that's not really my specialty."
"Your poor plants." She could already see how much prettier the little home would be when it had some flowerpots blooming, and she was definitely up for the task. Especially since her horn seemed to like flowers so much. It would be a cinch keeping roses and violets alive.
She was pretty sure.
They stood there, neither moving right away
It wasn't going to stop being strange unless one of them decided that it wasn't, so Trisha squared her shoulders back, took a breath, and set out with the task at hand.
"All right, show me around." She headed for the door, as though she had been there a hundred times before already.
Warren followed closely behind. She could sense his eyes on her and even feel his nerves vibrating.
Trisha had been told that she would start to notice her animal side sensing things, picking up on details in other people she otherwise might have missed as a regular human.
The quickness of a heartbeat. Sudden shortness of breath or a spike in body heat.
Was she picking up on these things right now because her animal side was noticing them?
Or because they were coming from Warren?
His house inside was neat and clean for the most part. The kitchen and sitting room were connected, and there was a jacket hanging over the back of the loveseat, which meant he quickly ran over to yank it off, also grabbing shoes on the floor and tossing them into the closet.
The sink had dishes in it but wasn't overflowing. The clean ones, Warren rushed to put away.
"Sorry, I wasn't expecting to have you over this fast."
She smiled at the way he moved. "Thought it would take a little longer to get me out of there, did you?"
He didn't look at her while putting away the glasses. "Actually, yes."
Interesting. Trisha warmed up.
Yeah, she was loving that he was making plans on getting her there one way or the other, and she couldn't help but enjoy the way he rushed around, trying desperately to clean up an already tidy home.
At least to her. She was so used to digging around in trashcans and sharing rooms that this looked wonderful.
"Sorry it's such a mess," Warren said, sounding annoyed.
It looked like he was getting ready to actually do the dishes, but Trisha didn't want that. She stepped up behind him, stopping him by wrapping her arms around his middle, leaning her body against his back.
He stopped, though the sink was still running.
"This is your house. It's perfect. And thank you for wanting to bring me here."
He hesitated but then turned off the water, his wet hands touching hers.
"Look, I don't want you thinking this is it. If you ever change your mind or want to stay somewhere else—"
"Cut that out."
"I'm just saying FUC won't abandon you to me. You want out of here, you have options." He growled a little as he said it, and for some stupid reason, that made Trisha happy, too.
"You like having me around, don't you?"
"Of course I do." The heat in his body increased. "I'd love for this to be your house, too."
Trisha squeezed him a little tighter.
She'd already known it, but this just solidified it.
He would say the sweet words when they were needed, but he still struggled with them.
She promised herself she would only tease him about that from time to time. She wouldn't go out of her way to make him uncomfortable.
Not all the time, anyway.
"You don't have to say anything else. I get it."
"You do?"
She nodded. "Yeah. Now hurry up and kiss me while I'm all warm and tingly watching you get embarrassed."
He snorted. "Seeing me get flustered is a turn-on for you, is it?"
Now her body was the one doing the warming up. "Um, only when it involves me."
He laughed at that, turning in her arms and looking down at her. Trisha realized he was getting so much better at avoiding her horn as he brushed a strand of hair away from her face, then leaned in and kissed her sweetly on the mouth.
Her body lit up like it was on fire. She inhaled deeply through her nose when his lips touched he
rs.
A jolt of energy rose up inside her. It was the same, beautiful, wonderful feeling she got every time he kissed her. Only this time, they didn't need to stop. They didn't have to worry about her being a guest of FUC or the fact that she was still recovering from being kidnapped and experimented on.
Whatever that meant.
She'd been ready and aching for this from the first moment he touched her, had wanted it the instant she saw him, and was so damned happy she was finally getting it that, when he pulled back from her, she groaned.
"No, no, no, you don't get to stop now—gah!"
The floor left her feet, and Trisha found herself hauled up into Warren's arms.
It was such a shocking turn of events that she didn't know what to do with herself.
Meanwhile, Warren grinned at her as though he'd just pulled a fast one.
"Didn't see that one coming, did you?"
Her body warmed up so much that her horn started to glow.
She glared at Warren, but there was no heat in that as he brought her up the stairs.
"Haha, yeah, I get it, you're showing off now."
"Is it working?"
Trisha pressed her lips together, and as much as she wanted to fight him on it, she couldn't ignore the part of her, the really big part, that was definitely turned on by his strength.
She couldn't say it, she was too proud, so she just nodded as he pushed open a bedroom door.
Warren smiled at her before he cursed suddenly, putting her back down to her feet, and when Trisha saw the problem, she laughed.
"Really? You don't have to do that."
Yes, I do," he said, straightening out the sheets and making his bed.
She appreciated the gesture but still didn't want him going to the trouble if he didn't have to.
"Won't we just mess them up again?"
"Yes"—he looked right at her—"we will."
More heat, more of that intense pleasure that came with knowing they didn't have anything standing in the way this time. Not his job, not the rest of FUC, and their concern over her mental wellbeing.
Just the two of them.
So normal, it nearly made Trisha tear up.
Which Warren picked up on.
She raised a finger at him before he could say anything.
"Not a word. This is good, trust me, very good."
She went to him before he could question her too much about it, and after angling her head enough to keep her horn out of stabbing range, she kissed him hard on the mouth.
His strong hands moved to her waist, settling there nicely before gripping hard.
Yes, yes, yes, this was exactly what she needed.
What they both needed.
She felt all hot and heavy in the best possible way when she pulled her mouth back from his. "You've been keeping me antsy for weeks. You need to do something about it right now."
"If you say so."
He grabbed her again, kissed her hard on the mouth, disorienting her just enough so that she didn't see it coming when he threw her down onto his newly made bed.
Trisha let out a tiny scream, nothing too embarrassing, but she forgot all about being embarrassed, as he was on top of her, pinning her down, his mouth on hers.
That tingly feeling came back to her. The press of his larger body, feeling the hard muscle beneath his leather jacket and jeans, was...the most wonderful feeling.
She felt alive. Every time he kissed her, she felt alive, like a normal person, but if a normal person had superpowers and had just inhaled a couple of energy drinks.
She was ready. More than ready. All those stolen moments and kisses had made her body ache for it in ways she didn't have words for.
Warren only stopped kissing her when he felt her pulling at his jacket, clumsily trying to undress him.
He laughed, helping her along.
"I've been thinking about this for so long," he said.
"Yeah?"
He nodded, and when his jacket was off, he pulled at the hem of his shirt, yanking it above his head in a way that stretched out his abdomen and gave her a real show.
"Yes." His eyes glowed. "You don't even try. It's crazy what you do to me."
Really? She hadn't known that, but now that she did, Trisha could run with it.
"You know, you weren't making it easy for me, either."
"Oh, no?" His fingers were shockingly swift as he pulled at the buttons of her overly large blouse. God, she couldn't wait to get some clothes that weren't second-hand.
"No, all those times kissing me just to get all honorable and whatever. We could've been doing this a while ago."
"Hmmm," he said, which sounded as though he was trying not to agree or disagree with her when they were in the middle of getting into their birthday suits.
Trisha found herself struggling to not feel too shy as her boobs were exposed.
"I mean, if you really want to try having a little fun back at the Academy, I'm not a guest there anymore."
"Trisha—"
"We could go back for a visit and find a nice hiding spot in the garden, just you and me. You could let out the big bad wolf for some playtime."
He leaned in, the warmth of his lips pressing against her collarbone, causing her breath to hitch.
"Probably not the best idea in the world," he mumbled against her skin.
Trisha swallowed hard, melting against him as he sweetly paid homage to her neck, chest, and then her breasts.
"I mean...not all the time...just once in...a while."
He pushed her back down onto the pillows, a hand on one breast while his lips played with her other nipple.
Her body was on fire. Trisha's sex throbbed, and even though she didn't think she was a virgin—none of this felt overly new—it did feel intense in a way that suggested she really, really, really needed to get off.
Regardless of her previous experience doing this, Trisha could say with certainty that she definitely hadn't had sex for as long as she could remember.
She couldn't take it anymore, and when Warren looked up at her, that sealed it.
"Warren—"
"If you behave yourself, I will consider taking you back to the Academy for a proper...christening."
She blinked, her brain putting together what he’d just said to her. Glee filled her up.
"Really?"
Warren pointed a finger at her nose, but it didn't take away from the thrill rushing through her.
"Only if you behave yourself."
"Okay, okay, what does that mean? What do I have to do?"
She expected something along the lines of having to do him an intense favor of some kind, maybe helping with keeping his plants alive using her extra special horn.
She didn't expect the favor to involve him going down on her and making her sing his name.
She came the instant his tongue touched her sex, which was humiliating as all hell. Warren looked at her as though he hadn't expected that either, but he was still smiling.
"Sorry," Trisha said, not entirely sure she had anything to be sorry about.
Of course, she didn't. Warren shook his head. "Don't be. I should have seen that coming, but now that you have it out of your system, you're not allowed to do it again until I say so."
Trisha gritted her teeth. "I figured it would be something like that."
"Only a little something like that," he said, his grin positively wolfish as he dipped back low, returning to what he was doing.
It didn't seem to matter that she'd just come and was soaked. He kissed her sex, tongued her, as though he'd been starving for it.
The guy was determined to make her toes curl, but it occurred to her in that moment that he wasn't exaggerating.
He really had wanted this. He'd been thinking of it for as long as she had.
Christ, his resolve was like iron if he really had been thinking about this, had been wanting it as much as she had, and had been holding off for as long as he did.
Trisha's
thighs clenched. The building warmth inside her belly, around her sex, her thighs, and her legs were too much. Even after just coming so embarrassingly fast, she was on edge, and she needed him inside her.
Much as she was coming to adore his tongue even more than she already did, there was something else she craved.
"W-Warren." She reached down for him, grabbing at his shoulders, probably coming off as a little desperate, but who cared when there was so much pleasure to be had?
He looked up at her. Her heart slammed.
"Get up here," She pulled him up, and he came to her. She realized just then that his pants were still on, though his fly was open.
He shoved his pants down fast, and Trisha didn't have the chance to enjoy the fact that he'd gotten her so hot and bothered that she hadn't noticed he wasn’t fully undressed yet.
Because then he was inside her.
She gasped.
He stopped, waiting.
She was a little sad. She was not a virgin. Part of her wanted that for him, to know he'd been her first time, but he filled her up so much that it took her a moment to settle around him.
She exhaled a long breath through her mouth, grinning up at him, smiling.
He grinned back, his powerful hand sliding down the back of her thigh, lifting her leg up even higher.
She took the hint and grasped him with her legs as he thrust inside her.
"That's...exactly what I want," she said.
He chuckled, even as his lips and cheeks darkened with bright pink from their lovemaking. "Good to know."
She couldn't help it. She laughed back at him, pulling him down by the back of his head so he could kiss her while he thrust into her.
The slow, gentle thing didn't last long. She could tell he was trying to take it easy with her, and Trisha appreciated the sentiment, but she liked it even more when he growled and slammed his hips into her, giving in to his pleasure, unable to stop himself.
That was another thing she realized that turned her on about him. Not just his strength but the hard way he could fuck into her, knowing she could take it.
And she did. She welcomed him with every hard thrust, felt him touching everything inside her that could be touched. It at least felt that way, and when he wasn't kissing her, he was looking her in the eyes.