ROMANCE: The Bad Boy Meeting

by Kevin, Amanda

  I waved at him before hurrying through the crowd, knowing that I had made the right decision.

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  After three vodka martinis on a fairly empty stomach, the two of us found ourselves lying on his bed in the flat that he owned just three blocks away from the bar. I had gotten so comfortable as to take off my shoes and he took that as a positive sign.

  He traced circles down my neck and shoulders, his fingers trailing all the way down my arms and leaving goosebumps in their wake. I found it wondrous that we could be lying so close to each other and remain restraining ourselves in this way.

  He filled the room with his low chuckle. “I must say, Esme, you really do confuse me.” He murmured.

  I raised an eyebrow, propping myself on one elbow so that I was facing him. “And how is that?” I asked.

  “Well,” he started as he propped himself up on his elbow. “You seem so sure of yourself, so mature. But, at the same time. I can see the innocence in your eyes.” He ran his hands up my lg.

  Although I found that statement more than a little condescending, I let him kiss me anyway. His lips caressed mine in a way that sent my entire body in heat. Every part of me from that very prevalent space between my legs to the hairs on my neck, was drawn to him. Even just as he pressed his lips against mind and his tongue into my mouth, I could feel him reaching deep down into me and it set me on fire.

  We sucked each other in, his hands caressing my body and my body melting in his. I could feel my own wetness soaking through my pants, just as clearly as I could feel his hard bulge pressing into the space above my belly button when he mounted me. I sighed as he moved his lips to my jaw bone, down my neck, and even farther down to my collar bone. He pressed his body into mine until I could hardly breathe, yet the sensation was far from undesirable. As his lips found their way to his breasts and his hands undid my jumpsuit from the top, I could feel myself growing hot again, much too hot. The fire just under my skin was like the tension that built between my legs, but it did not make me want to stop. On the contrary, it drove me to keep going. I wanted him to press even deeper. I needed to feel him inside of me. Moans slipped from between my lips at the sensation of his cold hands all over my hot body, until I felt something not so desirable pressing through my throat.

  My eyes went wide because the burn in my chest told me exactly what that was. I had heard horror stories of those who held in their fire and there was one big fire ball building up deep inside of me that if I ignored, could cost me my voice.

  But I was with Charles.

  I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping that it would go away on its own, that I was somehow mistaken, but that mere second of hesitation only made me feel ten times worse. I slammed my fists against his chests until he flew off of my, tumbling off of the bed. “What the-“ he muttered, floored by my impossibly strength, but I had no time for explanations. I leapt off of the bed and charged across his room towards the window. Once it was open, I split my lips and let the fire roll through my throat and out of my mouth.

  As it flowed, I could hear Charles screaming behind me. I stayed pressed against his west wall with my head hanging out of his window because I was afraid to face him after this. I was embarrassed that he had seen this; that he had seen me.

  And that was not a good look.

  Chapter 7

  Mother was right. It was all I could think as I prepared myself for the Mating. I doused myself in oils meant to ease the transition. Apparently when I finally changed, I would shed all of my skin and the oils were supposed to make loosen the tissues, or something like that. I sighed to myself, glancing around the empty room. There was no bed, only a buck-skin on the ground, surrounded by candles. Directly behind it was the large archway that connected the house to the garden beyond. I found it strange that although we were still in Paris, the sounds of the city could not be heard.

  Just as I was beginning to get comfortable being completely by myself, I heard a knock on the door. “Come in!” I called, without looking.

  Someone cleared their throat. I turned to find Heath and Caesar standing in front of me. A smile stretched across my face because they were every bit as beautiful in the flesh as they had been on screen. My heart leapt with excitement and goose bumps rose on my skin in mere anticipation of what was about to happen.

  Just having these two men in this room with me and feeling the moonlight on my oiled skin made me feel hot. I was profoundly aroused, what with my hard nipples pressing against the sheet I had draped myself in. The men crossed the room to me, but just as Caesar opened his mouth to tell me something, I undid my sheet. It tumbled to the floor, landing in a white puddle around my feet, and rendering me naked. “We don’t need introductions. I know exactly who you are.” I asserted.

  Heath wasted no time crossing the room towards me. He took my face in both of his hands and kissed me, his tongue stretching into my mouth. I felt a pang of pleasure between my legs just as Caesar approached me from behind, cupping my breasts with his hands, my hard nipples poking from in between his fingers. I reached behind me, easily finding his member, which poked through his flimsy shorts. Just holding the throbbing penis in my hand made me moan with pleasure. I could feel the heat building up just below my skin but I knew that this was a safe place to embrace it.

  Heath slipped his fingers into me. I gasped with surprise, but moaned with pleasure as he tugged his finger in and out of me repeatedly. I could feel the tension building, even in the air around me. Caesar pinched my nipples, the titillating sensation driving me into a frenzy. Impulsively, I dropped to my knees, reveling in Heath’s penis, which bobbed against my face. I rubbed my tongue against it, treasuring his own moan of pleasure, before taking the whole thing into my mouth. He exhaled sharply, releasing a huff of breath, just as Caesar bent me over. Confused, I placed my palms onto the rug to steady myself, but then, when I felt him enter me, it all made sense.

  He rammed himself into me over and over and over again until I was screaming with pleasure. As I could feel myself nearing a climax, the fire inside of me grew stronger and stronger and stronger, it burned at my skin and just behind my eyes. I hated it and never wanted it to end all at once.

  There was just so much pressure, everywhere. I felt like my body was expanding to a hundred times its size and yet shrinking at the same time. Just when I thought I might explode in ecstasy, Heath stepped away from me, praying his seed all over my face. I reveled in it.

  Caesar pulled out of me.

  I stood up just as it happened. My full body orgasm consumed every part of me. My brain was filled with white noise as I became momentarily blind and death. Fire welled up in the pit of my throat, but I let it out, allowing it to dissipate in the walls that were made to contain it.

  As my orgasm abated, my skin began to melt.

  This was it. This was me.

  NAVY SEAL WEREWOLF ADVENTURE

  By Rachel S. William

  Chapter 1

  Maria had wracked her brain for months, trying to figure out how she’d gotten here. What had led her to this place and the problems that came with it? She had such a promising future and then it was all thrown away and it wasn’t even her fault.

  It felt like so long ago that Maria had been studying to be a professional musician. She’d always loved music. Her entire world had revolved around it for so long. She’d wanted to play music for as long as she could remember and her first instrument had been a piano. Her grandmother played avidly and Maria loved to sit and watch her play. She could sit at her grandma’s feet for hours and just listen to the magical sounds that came from the Baby Grand that was her grandmother’s most prized possession.

  The black lacquer was smooth to the touch and when her grandmother wasn’t playing, Maria liked to run her fingers down the smooth finish and feel the cool material under her fingers. That piano gave her life and even as she blossomed into a beautiful young woman it remained her only interest. She went to school like every other child and got good marks. Sh
e was an excellent student and her teachers absolutely adored her.

  Maria took after her mother in beauty and in temperament. She was a quiet storm of passion with bright green eyes and long brown hair that stood out against her fair skin. She was truly a beauty and no one would ever argue it. She had boys from all corners of their city trying to woo her, but she had no interest in them.

  Her grandmother once told her that boys were just temporary and fleeting. Her talent would be forever and so that's what she devoted all of her time to. She perfected her skill on the piano and moved on to other instruments, though she always came back to that Baby Grand. Her long, slender fingers itched for its ivory keys.

  Maria’s love and passion for the piano paid off and she was admitted to Julliard to train with some of the best musicians in the world. Even there she was a prodigy of renowned skill. She was invited to play at balls and political events. The most expensive restaurants in New York wanted her in their lobbies. It was an exhilarating feeling and she never wanted it to go away.

  She would soon learn that the higher you flew the harder you fell.

  A day before the start of her Junior year of college, Maria’s grandmother passed away. The older woman had raised Maria since her parents had been drug addicts with no hope for a future. She’d been left on her grandmother’s door step and the woman had cared for her.

  After her grandmother died, Maria lost the passion for the Baby Grand. Her fingers didn’t itch to play and she didn’t even care to listen to pianos anymore. She watched the world around her crumble when they took the house away and even the piano. Her grandmother had owed money after sending Maria to such an expensive school and her modest life insurance policy couldn’t cover the cost of the debt.

  Maria was thrown into a whirlwind of depression that spiraled down a black hole she couldn’t have prepared herself for. There was no money for school and even if there had been she wouldn’t have gone back. She couldn’t even look at pianos without her heart breaking. She’d never experienced a loss like this and she couldn’t even begin to pick herself back up. There was nowhere for her to go and Maria found herself living in a small, closet sized bedroom that she rented for $200 a month.

  The woman who owned the house that Maria was renting a room in was an older Italian widow. She enjoyed Maria’s company and tried to care for the girl as much as she could but in her old age the best she could do was home cooked meals and a comforting shoulder to cry on. Widow Giovanni was the closest thing to family that Maria had left.

  Debt collectors were vicious animals. Maria didn’t even like calling them human because she didn’t understand how anyone with even a shred of humanity could come after a dead woman’s money. They were like vultures, circling around the corpse of her grandmother’s memory and she couldn’t stand it. She paid them what she could but her minimum wage retail job wasn’t cutting it. They wanted more, more, more but Maria had nothing left to give.

  The more calls and bills she got, the more desperate she became. She passed the neon lights that read ‘live nude’ every night on her way home from work. She never thought she’d step foot in the door of that awful place but when times got tough people seemed to do things they never expected themselves to do.

  It was a world she’d never imagined herself in but now Maria was the headlining act for Crazy Horse, one of the most popular strip clubs in the area. They clients loved her. She had the look of an average girl next door and most men ate that up. They loved her bouncy brown curls and emerald eyes. When she flashed a sad smile they could even see the light flicker behind them. The light in her eyes had died long ago but sometimes she could manage just a little happiness in her gaze.

  Her clients liked the way she touched their hands and encouraged them to talk about their day. They liked her slender hips and perky breasts too, but mostly they liked the kindness that radiated from her and the motherly tone she used when she talked to them. She never drank like the other performers and encouraged them to follow their dreams. She was a bright spot in a dark place and people flocked to her like moths to a flame.

  Maria had plenty of customers because of this brightness, but her most loyal, by far, was a mysterious man by the name of Aaron Madden.

  Chapter 2

  Aaron was a strange man and Maria didn’t know what to make of him. He wasn’t strange in a way that worried Maria. His strangeness came from his kindness and humanity. You didn’t find that in men when they were around strippers. When you put a naked lady in front of them, most men turned into drooling dogs who would paw at anything that got too close. Aaron wasn’t like that at all.

  The first time they’d met, Maria had been topless and walking the floor and Aaron had waved her over. She sat near him and he’d slid his coat off and put it around her shoulders before speaking to her.

  Aaron was one Maria’s customers who liked one on one time, but he never used that time to flirt or gawk. He actually talked to her like they were equals. He never put her down for her profession and never shamed her. It was a relief that she never expected because she’d never been treated so kindly by other customers.

  They would sit and talk about books, music and movies. He didn’t reveal much about his own personal life and all she knew was that he was a retired Navy Seal who lived just outside of town on a small farm. She was always a little disappointed that he never hinted as to whether he was married or not. She always tried to pull it out of him but never had much luck with it. He was a quiet man and even when they were talking about things he enjoyed he didn’t give up much information.

  It was Friday night and she knew to expect the handsome man. The other dancers were jealous that she received so much attention from such an attractive man. He was perfect in every way, they thought and they all wanted him, but Maria had him. Some of the other girls had even tried to drag him away from her and all they’d gotten for it was an angry glare that sent shivers through them.

  His intense blue stare was unnerving and his strong jaw and thick, muscular arms gave him an air of danger. It was both intoxicating and terrifying. Maria knew, however that he would never hurt her. She didn’t have to worry about that intense stare because he would never raise a hand to her or even his voice. She didn’t know how, but she knew this.

  Even though she knew he’d never hurt her, she had a sneaking suspicion that if you were on the wrong side of a fight with the tall blonde, you’d lose more than your pride. The sense of danger that most people felt around Aaron was more than warranted.

  He wasn’t a normal man and he wasn’t your average Navy Seal. Aaron was a four hundred year old wolf shifter who had spent his time in the army to curb his violence and blood lust. The military had always been a good way for him to keep his violent tendencies in check. He was older now and had better self control, but when he was younger that wasn’t the case.

  He’d been born into one of the most powerful packs in all of Germany. His father was the Alpha and Aaron had been next in line to take the throne. He’d been brought up as a fighter, ready and willing to protect his pack at any cost.

  Before he was old enough to lead the pack, his father, mother and the rest of the tribe had been picked off one by one by human hunters. They went after the pack, thinking the wolves responsible for the disappearances of children and livestock. When someone disappeared or died unexpectedly, the wolves were always assumed to be responsible.

  Aaron had escaped by running. His parents had been with him but he lost them at some point and didn’t discover their bodies for days. The town had massacred every single wolf in his pack except for himself and one young female wolf named Rein.

  The night their pack was murdered Rein and Aaron set out on their own. They were the last pack in Europe and they’d been systematically wiped out by villagers with pitchforks and rudimentary guns. There were other wolves out there but the pack mentality had fallen out of style. It was safer to separate and spread to all corners of the globe, disguising themselves as humans.
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  Aaron never forgave the humans for that bloodbath. He spent his younger years in the military of any army who would accept him and reveled in killing humans. He wanted them to pay for the pain they’d caused him and Rein and all the other wolves who had lost their loved ones.

  As time passed, Aaron felt the anger start to fade. He could only hold onto his hatred for so long and eventually, war became too violent for even him. The creation and detonation of the atomic bomb had been a turning point for Aaron. World War II was the last great conflict he ever fought in.

  He’d been a Navy Seal his entire military career and so he never felt like he was lying when he told people he was ex-military. It was the truth. He’d just been retired for over seventy years but that was a detail that people didn’t need to know.

  He and Rein had settled down on a farm in upstate New York and had built a life together there. They loved each other dearly but were not each others soul mates. Aaron was still searching for his Omega and he feared he would never find her. Aaron wanted to build a new pack and to do that, he needed his Omega. Aaron never would have walked into that strip club if he hadn’t smelled Maria. Her aroma was a strangely intoxicating, especially for her being a human. No woman, human or wolf had ever driven him wild like this. He wanted her desperately and he knew he had to get close to her.

  Aaron began to spend his evenings with her, jealous of the men he pawed at her and looked at her with impure intentions. She was meant to be his and he needed to rescue her from this hovel but he needed to be discreet about.

  The last thing he wanted was another fear induced witch hunt.

  Chapter 3

  Maria knew to expect Aaron late in the evening. He normally came in a few hours before her shift was up. He always went right for the reserved booth, not paying attention to any dancers who might be on stage. His only interest was in Maria and she couldn’t help but feel special for it. She loved his attention just as much as he loved hers.