You’re in the middle of an interview! My mind screamed but I didn’t listen. I didn’t realize he’d moved closer to me until his fingers curled around the neck of my shirt. He stood, leaning over me. My heart raced. Was I supposed to pull away and scream? What would he do if I did that? Could I trust him?
He pulled me to my feet. No pulled wasn’t the right word, he guided me to my feet, leaning over the desk as his hands cupped my face. He pulled me towards him, his lips millimetres away from mine.
“Can I kiss you?” He whispered. He was so close I could smell coffee on his breath. My mouth fell open.
He just stared at me waiting for an answer I couldn’t give him. I tried to speak but nothing came out. Instead I nodded.
Justin grinned as he closed the distance between us. His lips touched mine softly for a fraction of a second, as if he was still giving me time to pull away if I wanted. I didn’t. My arms wrapped around him as a small whimper escaped me. I pulled him closer, our kiss deepening as his arms wrapped around my body. His teeth grazed my lower lip gently. I let out a soft moan trying to move closer. It was no use, the desk was between us.
I gasped as his hands cupped my butt and pulled me onto the desk, the kiss becoming more aggressive as our lips parted and came back together.
My knee touched something for a second. Crack.
I gasped pulling away from him. I looked down behind me. “Crap!” I slid off the desk and down beside my phone. I took a deep breath as I reached down and picked it up. “Oh thank god.” It was still intact. And still recording. A blush touched my cheeks. Thank god he’d whispered the part about wanting to kiss me. I turned the recorded off and forced myself to face Justin.
A soft blush had touched his cheeks. “I don’t even know your name.”
“Danika.” I held my hand out to him. He took it and lifted it towards his lips. A feathery soft kiss landed on the back of my hand.
“It is a pleasure to meet you.” He looked me up and down. “Danika, would you allow me to take you home?”
My eyes widened. He wanted to take me home? I am supposed to get an inside scoop on what its life to fuck a werewolf…. But honestly…. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to write about it. Normally I had no issue writing about my sexual encounters but this… him, I wanted to keep to myself.
Chapter 2
The cab ride back to my place was hell. He wanted to hold my hand.
My heart was racing. His hand was the last thing on my mind and not the first thing I wanted to hold. I’d made my choice. I wasn’t going to tell him about my job and I wasn’t going to tell my job about him. It all sounded like such a good idea, why hadn’t it been the first thing to pop into my mind?
The cab slowed down in front of my house and I pulled my wallet out. I grabbed a bill large enough to pay for the cab ride, handed it to the diver and was out of the cab in a matter of seconds. By the time Justin was out of the cab I was unlocking my door. I slipped the key back into my pocket and pushed my front door open. I stole a glance at him. “You’re going to come in, right?” I didn’t realize how dry my mouth was until I tried to speak.
“If you’d like me to.”
“I would.”
His eyes were almost glowing as his hands wrapped around me and he guided me into living room. I took his hand in mine and lead the way towards my bedroom. I wasn’t going to waste any time with offering him a drink. I wanted him now.
He was only too happy to enter my small bedroom. If I’d known someone was going to be coming home with me I would have cleaned but I doubted Justin cared.
I turned to face him as his arms wrapped around my hips and pulled me close. Our lips crashed together as his hands roamed over my body, grabbing my ass and squeezing gently. A moan escaped me. I pulled myself closer to him, my fingers tracing over every detail of his muscular chest. My lips pulled away from his as my teeth grazed his lower lip gently. He let out a deep breath, his eyes rolling back as I let go of his lip and made my way down his neck. My lips touched every inch of his skin that they could reach, feathery soft nips fallowed. His fingers dug into my skin as he pushed himself against me letting me feel the full extent of what I was doing to him.
I pulled away just enough to slip my hand between us. And grab him softly. I massaged the budge in the front of his pants as he thrust towards me. I moaned feeling his warm body against me as we fell down onto the bed. His fingers left my butt and tangled into my hair pulling me away from his neck and back to his lips.
His kiss was aggressive; a growl escaped him as he nipped my lower lip. My moan grew louder. I matched his aggression until he pulled away from me. He took a deep breath and pushed himself off the bed. I sat up my mouth open and about to ask what was going on. He just grinned as he pulled his shirt over his head. “Fuck.” I muttered staring at his chest. My eyes traced every muscle I could see. He looked like Greek God. I reached out to touch him. My hands traced over his smooth skin, over his chest and over his abs. lower, lower, lower.
My hands came to a stop at his jeans. Jeans I’d hardly even noticed. I stared at his growing erection as I undid the belt and fumbled with the button on his jeans.
He chuckled softly after I still hadn’t gotten them undone in 30 seconds. He took my hands in his and guided them to the hem of my shirt. I took that as my sign to take my shirt off, only I didn’t want that to get in the way of me watching him. I managed to do it without missing him place his hands on the button of his jeans and get them undone in under a second. He pulled his pants and his boxers down around his ankles and stepped out of them before regarding me with a stare that made my blood boil. He stepped closer to me, knelt down on the bed and grabbed my legs. My eyes fixated on his cock. Hard and ready to fuck me. I swallowed at the thought of it inside me. It was enough to make me want to come right then and there. He lifted my leg towards his lips.
His first kiss was on the uppermost part of my thigh. I gasped, my eyes rolling back. He placed another one on my tight, just slightly higher, then another and another. I moaned; my eyes locked on his every movement. His hand slipped under my other thigh he rested my leg over his shoulder and his head lowered towards my pussy.
I gasped as his tongue touched my panties. Hot and wet against the fabric. He pushed them aside and I felt his tongue slip through my folds. Hot against my flesh.
I moaned, my eyes rolling back and my nails digging into the bedding. “Oh fuck.” I arched towards him as his tongue slipped into me easily and back out. He slipped up to my clit. I gasped as the tip of his tongue touched me, circling me. My moans grew louder and louder. His lips circled my clit and pulled it into his mouth. I gasped arching.
No one had ever done that to me before.
Then it was all over. He pulled away grinning. I opened my mouth to protest but he leaned towards me. He pushed my bra out of the way, my breasts fit perfectly in his hands as he played with them, massaging them gently at first and getting a little harder. I moaned. My hips arched towards the air, brushed against his cock and sent shivers down my spine. I reached out and touched myself, just for a second, rubbing my clit faster. Faster and faster. No. I could feel it coming. I wasn’t allowed to orgasm yet. I reached out, my fingers wrapping around his cock.
Justin gasped as I rubbed him, making sure his head touched my folds. He pulled away from me gasping for breath.
I stared at him. Right. He was looking around the room for something. “They’re in my dresser. Top drawer on the left.” A blush touched my cheeks as I remembered I was sending him into my sex drawer.
I watched as he made his way over there, pulled it open and eyed the contents. “I didn’t realize… you had such a wide range of interests.” He reached in and grabbed something before turning back to me. My cheeks burned as a grin spread over his lips. “Maybe next time we can play with some of those toys.”
Next time? There was going to be a next time? Oh yes please. But I couldn’t bring myself to speak as I watched him rip into the condom wrapper and
pull it out. He held his cock in one hand as the other slid the condom down his thick length. I pulled him down onto the bed, spread my legs and silently begged him to come closer.
It must have worked because he lowered himself to me completely. I gasped feeling him push into me gently. My hips rose to meet his thrust and lowered as he pulled away. He reached out and took my hand. His lips touched my neck softly I moaned as he pushed into me again, harder.
“Oh fuck.” I moaned. “It feels so good.”
And it did. To feel his cock pushing into me, faster and harder with every thrust. It was almost enough to send me over the edge right now. My moans grew louder as his teeth grazed my neck, making their way towards my earlobe. He nibbled gently on it.
“Oh god.” My eyes rolled back.
He pushed into me faster and faster. Harder and harder. It felt so damn good.
My fingers traced over his back gently, my nails digging into his skin. He let out his own sound of pleasure, something close to a growl as his hands settled above my head, the one still holding my hand. Our fingers intertwined. He squeezed my hand gently; still nibbling my ear lobe he pulled away and placed a kiss on my cheek. “You’re fucking beautiful.” His hot breath touched my neck. My senses were in over drive as he slammed into me again and again. Harder and faster but his words were the part that sent me over the edge.
His lips moved back to my neck, gentle kisses added to my pleasure. My free hand reached down between my legs. I touched my clit. I gasped rubbing myself.
“Justin,” I moaned. “I’m so close. Fuck me harder, please.”
Justin obliged. He pushed into me harder and harder. A small scream passed through my lips as my eyes rolled back. Everything went a fuzzy black as my nails dug into him. “Oh fuck. Yes, yes, yes.” My hips rose to meet his thrust as pleasure overwhelmed my body. My orgasm hit me as he slammed into me again. My fingers tightened around his hand as another scream escaped me. I gasped for breath, pleasure spreading to every part of my body. He slammed against me letting out a growl. Again. Harder.
He slammed into me as his fingers tightened around my hand. I forced my eyes to open, blinked twice before everything came into focus and stared at the man on top of me. His eyes were closed as he sat there, no longer moving, gasping for breath. After a second his eyes snapped open and he stared down at me. His lips lowered to mine as he slid out of me and pushed himself off the bed.
“There is a garbage can in the bathroom.” I pointed to the door that led to the bathroom. He nodded weakly as he slipped the condom off and padded towards the bathroom. He dropped the condom into the garbage and closed the door behind him. I stared blankly at the door. My mind hazy and my body still surging with pleasure. Should I invite him to stay the night? This was probably just a hookup for him. I’m sure he has his pick of women. Then why would he have picked me?
I stared at myself in the mirror. Why couldn’t I be human? It would be so much easier if I were human.
It’s not that werewolves fell in love with everyone they slept with, I was sure of that by now, but we… we had a tendency to get attached. It’s the pack thing. Once we find someone we like we want them to be part of the pack. There is no way she’s looking for something long term. That isn’t what anyone was looking for from a werewolf these days. I mentally shook myself.
I hated the fact that we were the latest sex craze but there was nothing I could do about it. I took a deep breath and made my way back into the bedroom. She was already wrapped in a black fuzzy robe when I emerged. She was standing over her dresser.
“I um… I wasn’t sure if you’d want to stay the night. I have some of my ex-boyfriends sweat pants if you’d like?”
She’s inviting me to stay the night. My mind raced. I should say no. I should get away from attachment before I had a chance to get even more attached. “I’m fine with my jeans.” I said reaching down and grabbing them. I slipped into them. Then I can leave. I told myself but I knew it was a lie.
“Alright.” She padded back to the bed and dropped down staring up at me. Her eyes locked on mine. “Can I ask you a couple more personal questions? Not for the interview… just for me.”
For her I already felt like I would do anything. “Of course.”
“What’s it like? Being a werewolf I mean.”
“It’s…. not much different than being human.” I paused as I dropped down onto the bed. “It’s… it’s like being human but having… I don’t want to say a disorder or having anger issues but that’s almost what it’s like. Like one minuet you are totally fine and then it’s the smallest thing that sets you off.” I looked away not wanting to see her reaction to it. “It’s about learning to control yourself more than anything.”
“Were you human before?”
“Yes.” I stole a glance at her and saw her eyes widen but she didn’t ask how it happened and for that I was thankful. I reached out and took her hand. “So, you’re a writer?”
“Yes.”
“You must enjoy it.”
“I do… for the most part.” Her tone told me there was something she wasn’t telling me but I didn’t ask her about it. Just like she hasn’t asked what happened to me. Instead I pulled her into my arms and we lay down; cuddling close to one another I held her close to me, taking deep breaths of her scent.
Chapter 3
I rolled over as I felt him move under me. Was it sunrise already. I looked up, squinting at the sun light. “Are you leaving already?” I tried not to sound disappointed.
“Yea, sorry but I’ve got some stuff to deal with at the club.” He paused staring at me as he slipped into his muscle shirt. “Can I maybe see you some time?”
“Of course.” I managed to spit out.
“Perfect. It will work best for me if it is during the week. Weekends get really busy at the club.”
“Right. That sounds perfect.” It was the reason I hadn’t gone to the club on the weekend. I wanted enough space to be able to sit.
Justin leaned forwards and kissed me. “I’ll see you later.”
I got the feeling it was a promise.
I sat up and watched as he left the bedroom. I slipped out of bed as I heard the door open and close. I padded into the kitchen, put on a pot of coffee and dropped down at the small table I kept in the kitchen. Like most days it was cluttered with my lap top as well as other writing research, a half empty bottle of water and candy wrappers. Hey, a writer’s lifestyle isn’t anywhere near as glamourous as you think it is. Even more so if they work from home like I do.
As soon as the coffee was ready I jumped to my feet, made myself a cup and drained it in a matter of seconds. I let out a deep breath and l closed my eyes. More than anything I just wanted to go back to sleep. But that wasn’t an option. Instead I put the coffee cup down and made my way towards the bathroom for a quick shower.
The shower did me good. I washed my body and my hair and just came out of it feeling ten times better than I had when I went in. I even felt like I could pass for awake.
I was just emerging from the bathroom, wrapped in a fuzzy black robe and my hair tied in a messy bun, when my phone rang. I snatched it up before even looking at the number. My heart skipped a beat prying it was Justin.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Danika,” My editor actually sounded happy for once. “I just got the recording you send me.
“Great! What do you think?” It was gold, I knew that much.
“It’s great! I can’t put into words how great it is. It’s going to be a best seller for sure. I’m going to give it to Stacy.” My jaw dropped as I processed her words. “And you, I’m still waiting for that article on what it was like to have sex with a werewolf. Have it in my inbox before noon, alright? Great work last night.”
“What?”
“You did great work last night but I’m still waiting for the article.” She said it as if I was an idiot.
I took a deep breath scowling. My mind raced to process this but it wasn’t work
ing fast enough.
“But… I sent in the article. I know it’s not what we’d talked about but I have a good article there, better than it would be if I talked about having sex with werewolves,” Not that I wanted to admit I had to her otherwise I’d be stuck writing about it for the rest of my life. “The article fits with me. I can run it under my column-”
“No you can’t.”
“Why not?!” I’d busted my balls for this company and now that I had the chance to move up a peg they were keeping me where I was. They were giving my work to someone else. Someone who didn’t deserve it.
“Because I make the choices around here Danika. We need an article on what it was like to sleep with him. Stacy can run the interview and we can cross promote them. Then everyone is happy.”
I wasn’t but I got the feeling that didn’t matter. “But Stacy didn’t get the interview.” I protested.
“Danika, you know how this stuff works. People reading your sex collomn won’t care about an interview with him unless it is related to sex. Now if you can get that-”
“I’m not getting that!”
“Well then it goes to Stacy.” There was a short pause. “Remember what this could do for your career Danika.” She reminded me, but it sounded more like a threat than a reminder. “This could get you the kind of jobs you really want. This could move you up in the company. Think about how pleased Nathan,” Our CEO. “Will be with this. Now I’ve got important stuff I need to talk care of. I look forward to that article.”
I swallowed as she hung up the phone. What choice did I have?
I could feel the tears welling up in the corners of my eye. My vision went blurry as I dropped down onto the floor and gasped for breath. No. Crying wasn’t going to get me anywhere.
I needed to talk to him about it. I tried. I called the bar, but they said he wasn’t there so I went myself to be sure. And they were right. I needed to get this handed in before noon or I was getting fired so I wrote it. I wrote it not knowing what I was going to do with it.
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