by E A Price
His other hand kneaded the soft globes of her buttocks.
He used his tongue to rim her entrance before pushing in, her delicious honey seeping into his mouth. She writhed and moaned above him, the double sensation was marvellous. The pressure inside was building at a terrific speed, she could feel it readying to explode.
He slowly sped up his movements and her moans became louder and longer. His hand on her cheek nipped and then slapped her, it was enough to push her over the edge. She cried out as her first orgasm burst within her. She panted and clawed at the wall.
He didn’t stop moving within her. Her cries only spurred him. The finger in her rosette jabbed at her fiercely as he forced his tongue inside her, pushing past her grasping muscles. His thrusts inside her were becoming faster and more powerful by the second.
She was seized by another climb to orgasm. White hot heat pooled in her womb, waiting to be released, to be set free throughout her body.
“Hans I need... I need...”
He moved his hand from her ass and reached round and squeezed her nub between his finger and thumb tightly. The orgasm rippled through her and she screamed. Her limbs quivered at the intensity. Heat spread throughout her body and she thought she might combust.
With one final flick of her clit he pulled out of her completely and sat back on his haunches, a smug smile on his face. She leaned against the wall struggling to breathe. Every nerve ending tingled.
“Sorry sugar was that too fast for you? Was that too much of a blur? Shall we go again?”
“No... I... “
“What’s the matter? Lost for words?”
“You... you... “
“No need to thank me sugar, it was my pleasure.”
He stood up and smoothed her skirt back down, his hands loitering on her buttocks. He spun her back round to face him and leaned his arms on the wall either side of her.
Her face was flushed and a thin sheen of sweat made her face glow. He smiled at her coldly.
Reaching down he licked his tongue along her bottom lip, tasting her blood. His body hummed, he could feel the delicious burn as it trickled down his throat. He crushed his mouth to hers forcibly, his tongue invaded her mouth, fighting with hers until she submitted. Abruptly pulling away he left her gasping for more.
“Tonight. My place. We need to be somewhere other than this store room.”
She managed to regain some of her senses and narrowed her eyes at him. “Cocky asshole.”
He leered at her. “You love it sugar.” He pushed off the wall and walked away, stooping to collect her ruined panties.
Stopping at the door he turned back to look at her, his expression stormy. “Don’t flirt with other men.”
She leaned her head back against the wall. Insufferable cocky asshole.
Chapter Six
The last few hours of Melody’s shift had passed incredibly slowly. Her body was kept in a state of anxious anticipation at the thought of what was going to happen that night with Hans. The warmth she felt only increased with every sneaky caress Hans gave her as she passed him orders and then collected the food.
Sometimes it was just the brush of a thumb on the back of her hand, or a sweep over her tender breasts. Other times he managed a stroke under her skirt, and he felt her honey over his fingers.
Hans’ face remained stony, but his eyes betrayed how aroused he was. Not to mention the enormous bulge in the front of his trousers.
After their encounter in the store room she had doused herself in perfume, wouldn’t want any keen nose wolf to scent the smell of sex on her. She had returned to Terri, Mal and Casey a little dishevelled and red in the face. Terri had looked at her curiously and she could swear by the grin on Mal’s face he knew what she had been up to.
Casey had tried a few more limp attempts to flirt with her but she was too agitated to notice, not to mention the young wolf was a little wary of Hans who had been openly glaring at him.
Melody had glanced at the clock every five minutes, willing time to move faster. She had been a little insecure about the fact that she no longer had any panties on. She made damn sure she didn’t bend over too far.
She had repeatedly skimmed her hands over her rear self-consciously, sure that someone could tell. She had caught Hans watching a few times, the look of raw passion in his eyes was electrifying.
Finally they had locked up and walked to his apartment. He lived in a condo not far from Pizza Moon. Melody was surprised that he chose not to live on pack land but she didn’t say anything.
They walked in silence, giving each other heated looks now and then. At last they arrived at Hans’ place. It was pretty messy, with posters of half naked women on the walls. Most of the living room was taken up with exercise equipment and the kitchen table covered in engine parts.
Charming, thought Melody disdainfully.
Once through the door he didn’t give her much time to think about the state of his ‘man cave’. He crushed her into bone melting kiss. Her legs actually trembled as his tongue tangled with hers.
He pulled her to the bedroom and quickly stripped them both of their clothes. He looked her up and down, his calloused hands skimmed over every inch of her only stopping when he reached her sex. He cupped her breasts and kneaded them lightly.
He pulled her into another kiss and moved his hands round to her ass, massaging and squeezing her cheeks. His cock was trapped between them and she could feel a droplet of his juice smear over her stomach. She shivered.
Coming up for air he said, “fuck sugar, you’re beautiful.”
Her heart flipped at his words. “So are you.” She murmured and ran her hands down his chest.
He chuckled, his chest vibrating against her. “Yeah? You’re the only one who thinks so.”
He stepped away from her and went round to the side of the bed. Kneeling on the edge he smiled wickedly and crooked his finger at her, beckoning her to join him. His huge erection proudly jutted towards her.
She tentatively placed one knee on the bed and licked her lips at him. He growled and pounced on her. He pulled her up and flipped her on to all fours. Kneeling behind her he brought her ass flush against his pelvis. His sex squashed against hers. She moistened even more, unbearable heat flooding her body. He began rubbing against her but after a few moments stilled.
Spreading her buttocks he poked her puckered hole and she gasped. He waited to see if she protested before coating his fingers in her juices and pressing his index finger against the tightness. The muscles gave way slowly and he slipped his finger in, spinning it.
She whimpered a little at the intrusion but surprised him by wriggling her hips and arching her back, trying to take more of him in.
“Have you ever been taken here?” His other hand tightly gripped her hip keeping her in place.
She had, her memories of it were just kind of fuzzy... She didn’t answer. He took her silence as a no.
He leaned over her and trailed kisses up her back. She emitted exquisite little moans. “If you don’t want to, just say.”
The thought of taking Hans there, of replacing her memories of Him was too enticing. She wanted to create some happier memories. To replace all the darkness.
“I want to.” She breathed.
Pulling his finger from her she mewled. “Don’t move.”
He swiftly moved off the bed and rooted around in a chest of draws. He threw a bottle of lube onto the bed and quick as a flash resumed his kneeling position behind her.
Her muscles trembled at what was to come. He flicked open the bottle, slicking lube over her rosette and then his shaft and fingers. He pressed his index finger back against her hole and pushed inside, the cold lube counteracting the warm twinge of pain.
He slid in and out slowly rotating against her muscles, widening her. He added another finger. She tensed slightly but relaxed as he resumed the slow twirls of his fingers. He pressed a third finger in her and she moaned. The feeling of having him there stung but the plea
sure was greater, and was made more potent by the pain.
His cock grew to enormous proportions, throbbing impatiently. She was so tight and he couldn’t wait to be embedded inside.
He eased his fingers out and aligned the bulbous tip of his shaft against the reddened rosette. He applied pressure until her tight muscles inexorably gave way and he slipped inside. She marvelled at the extreme tension and whimpered.
“More...” She breathed.
He rumbled his self-satisfaction and slowly sunk himself further inside her. Inch by inch he invaded her, her body reluctantly opening for him. He basked in the sight of his huge girth sinking inside this beautiful woman. Taking him all in, allowing him access to every inch of her lovely body.
He was almost rooted fully inside her when she bucked against him and took in the last few inches herself. She involuntarily shoved back against him and his wolf howled in contentment.
A thin sheen of sweat coated their bodies. He panted, holding still adjusting to the breathtaking feel of having her so closely sheathed around him. Afraid if he moved he would come immediately and ruin his enjoyment too soon.
“Fuck sugar...”
Gripping her hips he began plunging in and out of her slowly. He was so big she felt every inch of him and gasped anew at each intrusion. He settled into a steady rhythm and her body slowly warmed to the sensation of having him in her tightest hole. Soon the pleasure overrode the pain and she was eager for more.
She rocked her hips forward and pushed back into him forcefully. He grunted and increased the strength of his movements, gradually gathering speed. He felt his need for release rapidly growing inside him. He pulled out to the tip, sharply tugging on her tight muscles before thundering inside her.
Her arms shook and she dropped her head down to the bed, pushing her ass up into the air. The depth of his thrusts increased and he growled with renewed need, stroking into her more powerfully.
He reached round her and rubbed her clit with his thumb. She screamed and began pushing against him vigorously, increasing her pleasure and pain.
“Yes... yes...”
She was reaching for release, her body tightening around him even more and his balls stiffened ready to explode. Shouting his name the orgasm burst within her. She thrashed underneath him and Hans thrust in deep exploding within her. A couple more thrusts and he emptied herself into her completely, roaring as he came.
Shaking he pulled them down to the bed, collapsing on their sides. Her inner muscles powerfully kneaded him, and he felt a fresh wave of pleasure roll through him. Fuck she was going to kill him.
He eased out of her with difficulty as her muscles resisted.
They lay back panting hard. “Fuck sugar that was...”
She closed her eyes and smiled. “I know.” She felt sore but utterly satiated.
*
30th October
Hans awoke to sounds of distress. He sat up looking around the room wildly. What was happening?
He looked down to see Melody still asleep, her body twitching and little sobs escaped her. Tears rolled down her face. Fuck.
He lay back down and gently smoothed his thumb over her cheeks. “Shhhh, calm down.” He whispered. Apparently soothed by his motions she began to relax into normal sleep.
He studied the woman lying next to him. It annoyed him how attracted he was to her, how much he desired her. More than any other woman he had ever met. He wondered why.
He looked at her critically. She wasn’t prettier than any of the other women. Actually she was shorter than he usually liked his women. Normally he preferred blondes but he couldn’t deny the beauty of her caramel skin, which appeared even darker and richer next to his paleness.
She was also a bit too skinny for his liking. She looked so fragile. Once or twice last night he had worried that he was hurting her. But she hadn’t complained. If anything she had encouraged their vigorous love making. Her heart shaped ass however was absolutely divine...
He sighed and ran his fingers down her neck. He was always rough during sex. It’s how he enjoyed it, which is why he usually went for robust shifters. Not tiny, breakable witches.
Ghosting over her breasts he smiled. They were small but pretty with dark nipples that were pebbling at the cold of the early morning. Well earlyish morning. He gently trailed his fingers down her rib bones and she shivered. They protruded a bit too much. She needed to eat more. His wolf whined at the thought that this woman wasn’t being provided for.
No, he was wrong, she was prettier than the other women. She was the prettiest woman he’d ever met. Which is why he was attracted to her of course. His body and his wolf took no heed of the fact that she was a witch, they only cared about the sexy woman.
He had lost his mind and allowed his lust to take over, more than once now. But he had to stop. He had enjoyed her body... repeatedly. He had taken his pleasure and now he was done, it was over.
When she woke up he would tell her to collect her things and get out. The meaner he was the less likely she would want to repeat this. He was always a bastard to women, that way they never expected anything from him and were too disgusted by him to actually have feelings for him.
Easy right?
She started whining again.
His heart wavered at her distress, he wanted to take away whatever it was that was hurting her. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and never let anything hurt her again. He scowled at the thought while his wolf panted happily.
“Melody, wake up.” He commanded brusquely.
Quickly she snapped out of her dream blinking. She looked at him for a few seconds before remembering the previous night and blushed. She sought to pull the covers up over her naked body but decided there wouldn’t be any point, he had already seen every inch of her. No point in being shy now...
He stared at her intensely. “You were crying out in your sleep.” His tone was angry even accusing.
She gulped, it was a bad dream. The same bad dream she had been living for the past three years. “Oh. Too many scary movies I guess.” She laughed lightly.
He knew she was lying but chose to ignore it. He told himself he didn’t care.
Avoiding his hard face her eyes feasted on his tattoos. She’d seen customers at Pizza Moon eyeing them in distaste but she loved them. Each intricate design leading into another, skulls, birds, even a few flowers were peppered in amongst the names and dates. She wanted to trace and lick each and every one as he told her the stories of where he got them, but she feared he might consider that to be a bit to intimate.
She had heard rumours about him from Terri and Liv but they were both new to the pack and were still just learning about their fellow pack mates. She knew he had been in the army for a while, and then prison before becoming some kind of trained fighter. The details were quite sketchy , Melody thought that most likely only his mother and brother knew the exact details of his life. From what his teenage twin sisters said even they weren’t clear.
He lay on his back and slung an arm over his face.
“How come you don’t live on pack land?” She asked boldly.
He lifted his arm slightly and looked at her coolly. “How come you decided to move to this backwater town?”
She flinched. “None of my business anyway,” she muttered before turning over so her back was to him.
“I don’t want anyone to know about what we’ve been doing.” His voice was sudden and hard. He was glad she wasn’t looking at him, seeing her beautiful face right now while he was still revelling in the previous night’s love making might test his resolve. He might do something stupid like beg her to marry him. “It’s just a temporary thing and I don’t want people to get the wrong idea.”
She was glad he wasn’t looking at her. She didn’t want him to see her look of disappointment. Instead she could put on a bit of bravado for him. “Fine with me, you think I want anyone to know I’ve been sleeping with the town’s resident asshole, what does that say about me?”
He stared at her for a few moments, a little frustrated with her reply. What had he expected? Did he think she was going to break down and cry and beg him to be her boyfriend? Tell him that no other man could make her feel the way he did, especially his brother Acksel...
He began tracing his fingers down her back. She shuddered and blood started to rush to his groin. When he reached her buttocks he caressed and nipped them. He could smell her arousal starting to blossom. He scooted closer to her careful not to touch her with his shaft. Not yet anyway.
He reached round and began massaging her breasts. His other hand reached past her cheeks to her sex. Pushing two fingers into her tight channel he then applied pressure with his thumb to her puckered hole. She almost shot off the bed but he kept hold of her.
“I’m still tender there...” She moaned.
He bit her neck with blunt teeth, whilst grinding his fingers into her. “I know sugar, we’ll give it a few days to recover.”
She opened her mouth in surprise. He had told her they’d still be having this quasi-relationship in a few days. Her heart soared, and feeling pleased she pushed back against his hand. He growled his approval.
Glancing at the clock he was surprised to see it was 10am. He hadn’t slept so late since he was a kid. Usually he awoke at dawn unable to get back to sleep and instead exercised or worked on his bike. Then again she had kept him up half the night, she was almost insatiable. Almost.
He removed his fingers. They both had to be at work at 11am, and they still had to shower and Melody would need to get some fresh clothes from home.
She turned back to him, a flush already spreading from her cheeks to her breasts. He was rock hard with need. “Why’d you stop?”
“It’s already 10, we need to get ready for work...”
Her eyes widened. “Shit. We better get up, we’re going to be late.”
She moved to push him away but he held her steady and he gave her a coldly sensual smile. “Which is why we will fuck in the shower. Two birds, one stone.”
Chapter Seven
Melody settled into one of the booths at Pizza Moon to take a break. It was 9pm, she’d been working since 11am, taking one thirty minute break at 4pm she could now take her second thirty minute break.