Jack growled, showing a little of his wolf through his exposed fangs. His response triggered something in me—making me want to flash mine back at him. Digging deeply into myself, I resisted the temptation, but erected my posture and puffed my chest out.
After a few seconds, Jack’s head drooped down and his entire body slumped. “It’s just… She’s all I have...” Jack uttered, his eyes glancing over at Isabell for a second. “If I lose her then I might as well lose my connection to the world.”
I reached out, putting a hand onto his shoulder. “I’ll take care of her, all right?” I smiled at him and he gave me a little grin.
“Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.”
It was a little strange at first—having someone around the house. The last time I’d lived with a woman was back when I had my fifth girlfriend. Far before I ever thought of joining the army. Ha… I was such a fool back then, wasn’t I? To think she’d actually wait for me… To think…
The days never seemed to end, which in some parts were a joy, but others a pain. Isabell and I had made a routine out of sitting on the couch together and watching TV. The one time I watch the thing and I only have the basic channels…
Isabell shifted in her seat a few times and let out a sigh. Over the week, I noticed that something about her had changed. The way she carried herself was different as was the look on her face. She started out so cheerful and upbeat, but I could tell that when I told her that she couldn’t use the internet for the duration of the stay struck a chord in her.
I remembered it as if it’d happened yesterday. “But why?” Her voice was so shrill and high that my windows could’ve cracked.
Confused as to why she’d care so much about it, I replied, “Because they could be using it to track you. Who knows?” I didn’t know much about technology these days, but what I did know were the stories my friends told me. Isabell wouldn’t be the first person being tracked by the net and I knew she wouldn’t be the last.
Isabell frowned at me in the memory, so I added, “It’s just for safety.”
Ever since then, something changed in Isabell. We sat in silence for the most part, watching the images on the screen. Occasionally, I’d try to make conversation, but it didn’t continue for very long. The most I knew about her was that she had a good friend online she talked to and a few others, but aside from that I couldn’t get much else out of her. There was no telling how long she’d be under my protection, so I decided to try again.
“Hey, so um…” She turned to face me, raising an eyebrow. “You all right?” She shrugged. “Hungry or anything?” She shrugged again. “You know, I could go for some mac and cheese myself…maybe with some bacon bits on there.”
“Same here,” she admitted quietly. “But it’s more that I’m bored than anything else, Ross.”
I crossed my arms, shifting my weight around on the cushion. “Yeah? Well…what do you do on the internet that’s so great, huh? Maybe I could entertain you.”
She stifled a laugh, but turned her entire body to face me. “You’d really like to do that, Ross?”
I nodded and a smirk wedged itself in the corner of Isabell’s face. She giggled quietly, bringing a hand up to cover her mouth. In that instance, something pinged in the back of my mind—the vision of the sentry woman in all of her dripping, moaning glory. When I came back into reality, I was licking my lips and my heart was pounding in my chest faster and faster by the second.
Isabell scooted closer to me and turned down the volume of the TV. “So…I hope you’re not too weirded out by this, but how big are you?”
I blinked twice. “Excuse me?”
“You know…your cock.” Isabell bit down on her lip a little while motioning toward my groin.
I sat back a little, surprised by her question. “Well… I wasn’t expecting…that.” My eyes widened in shock, and yet, I could feel my cock starting to stir.
“I-I’m pretty big, I guess… I’ve never measured, but the women I’ve been with tell me, well, they usually gawk a little…”
“Oh my…” Isabell chimed, a tongue coming out to lick her thick, luscious lips.
Fuck, those lips around my cock… “S-so, you ask this sort of thing to the guys on the net?” She nodded slowly. Every action and movement she made sent a new sensation through me—a new tingle ran down my spine or pleasant chill caught my body off guard. It’d been so long since the last time I’d done this that I forgot what words to say. What should I do…? Should I be doing anything right now? God, what’s wrong with me? How did she get me like this already?
“Mm-hmm,” she hummed with a nod. “It’s usually pretty fun except for the whole screen thing. Sometimes I’ll get or give a cam show, but it’s just not the same, you know?” I swallowed hard, imagining her giving a guy a show—no—giving me a show.
I nodded, but asked with a dry mouth, “Wh-what kind of show do you usually give them?” My wolf, full of lust, seemed to speak for me, giving me a growly tone. My hand trembled, slowly drawing nearer to the outline in my jeans.
“Mm…” hummed Isabell as she leaned forward, exposing the perfect amount of cleavage to make my heart skip a beat. For the first time in the week I noticed something about Isabell that I didn’t before: her breasts. My mind was so caught up in the battles and protection that I hadn’t even looked at Isabell more than I had to. In this instance—this moment alone together it all came to me that she was one of the most gorgeous women I’d ever laid my eyes on. The curly hair, lovely dark complexion, and warm smile stirred me at the core and made my wolf claw at my heart.
While I was distracted by her, Isabell went on to say, “I usually show them the girls… How I like to suckle on my nipples to get me nice and wet… Then I show them down I play with myself while thinking about their cocks…”
“You…ah…ah…” I could hardly think of the words to say let alone what words sounded like. My mind focused entirely on Isabell and all I could think about was having her right then and there. A nail grown into a claw latched onto my zipper and without giving it a second though, I pulled the zipper down slowly exposing the all-too-prevalent bulge.
To my surprise, Isabell didn’t react with a gasp or even a teasing word. She simply put her hand to the bulge, feeling it as I throbbed and pulsed for her—already starting to feel myself give into my lustful desires. Her hand was warm and as she moved her hand up and down the length through the soft fabric, I couldn’t help shuddering. Another’s touch was something I’d longed for, certainly, but I never thought Isabell would be the one to give it to me.
Everything about Isabell helped me felt at ease. She exuded comfort and as my cock continued to grow in her grasp, I unbuttoned my jeans, licking my lips. “I hope you don’t mind,” she whispered. “I’ve been wanting to touch one for a while now… Always being able to see, but not touch… It’s such a goddamned tease…”
“Oh… Oh… Ah… I, uh, I know what you mean, Isabell…” I said in between hot breaths, finding it harder to keep my composure as the seconds fast. I dared to reach for her breasts in my haze of need and desire, but she pulled back just before my fingertips met her skin.
“Uh, uh, uh,” she teased with a waggling finger. “You can touch when I tell you you can…”
I swallowed dry air, my thoughts settling. “Then what are you…? Ah-ah…” I blinked and the second I opened my eyes my cock was out and in Isabell’s hand. It felt so good for it to finally be free and in her soft, warm palm. She took it slowly at first, softly grasping it as she glided her hand up and down the shaft, but gradually, she squeezed more and more.
Pre-cum flowed freely, coating her hand and making it slick enough for her to go faster. My mouth hung open, letting one hot breath follow another as my hips started to thrust upward to the rhythm of her hand. Right when I started to feel close—from the speed and arousal alone—she stopped, letting my hardness stand freely in the cold air.
I whimpered, begging for her to take me a
gain—in any way she could. “I’ve always wanted to do this,” she whispered. Before I could ask her what she was about to do, she adjusted herself, laying down on the couch and resting her head on my lap right beside my cock. My eyes widened in surprise as I watched her, looking down at her as she glanced up at me with a cocky smirk.
All of my muscles tensed up at the first lick and a soft sigh escaped through my gritted teeth on the second. Lap after lap up my shaft, slowly feeling up my hardened member sent a new wave of pleasure of me. Her teases did what my own hand and many before her couldn’t. My cock, pressed against her slick, warm tongue strained to be inside her lips.
“Ahhh…” I huffed, reaching out to put a hand at the back of her head. My touch seemed to encourage her because she stopped at my head after one last lick and stroked her tongue down my slit after rounding my crown. I shuddered, but the second she invited me into her lips, lightly suckling around my head, I moaned aloud.
The moan only got louder as she brought a hand up and twisted it up and down my slick shaft, moving it in time with her bobbing head. Her lips followed her hand as she pumped and sucked me. Feeling my wolf’s lustful wishes finally getting granted gave me sensations beyond all belief. My balls churned with my fresh seed just waiting to get pumped out and shoot down Isabell’s throat.
I threw my head back, planting both hands at the back of her head, digging my fingers into her hair. She forced her lips halfway down my length and my eyes fluttered as I cried out, “Oh, fuck yessss!”
“Oh… Oh, Isabell…! I’m gonna… I’m gonna start…! Ohhh fuuuuck!” All at once, I started shooting into her mouth, one after the other in rapid succession. After taking a few mouthfuls, she pulled her mouth off my cock, allowing a couple of the shots to hit her face—especially her cheek. She didn’t seem to mind, however, beaming at me just as she had when I first saw her come through the door.
I was left panting as she licked my seed off of her lips, quietly giggling to herself. “Well, that was pretty fun, don’t you think?” I nodded a few times, but she gave me a look. Picking up my prick, making me wince in response, she said, “But I’m not done with you yet…”
I sat up a little, surprised. “I… You… You’re not…?” My thoughts scattered for a moment, but it only took a second for me to see what she was getting at. In an instant, she was naked and quickly changed positions again. This time, she chose to expose herself to me.
I blinked twice and wrapped my hand around my newly invigorated hardness. “Well, well… It seems that you’re not.” I got onto my knees and took a moment to admire her beauty in its rawest form. There was nothing to keep her from me and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to keep myself from her for very much longer. “Hot damn, you’re absolutely gorgeous,” I said with a grin, reaching down to toy with her pulsing clit. As my thumb teased the little nub, her legs spread apart further, making it seemingly too easy to wedge myself comfortably between her.
Isabell looked at me if she was blushing and the wolf in me could sense her getting warmer. Her feminine sent drove me wild the longer it was in my nostrils—nice and sweet, but also packing a punch. Knowing what I could do to her—that I could give her just as much heat as she gave to me sent me past the point of taking things slowly.
“You ready, babe?” I asked in a low, growly tone. At first I started positioning the tip at her entrance, but I abandoned the endeavor once I decided that even though I knew what she was going to say, I wanted to hear her reply.
I crawled over her, feeling my shaft grind against her wet little snatch and glide up her inner thigh. Lips just inches away from her ear, I asked again, “You ready?” in a soft whisper. I could feel Isabell shudder along my words.
“Fuck yes, Ross,” she replied without the slightest second of hesitation. I grinned, leaning in a little closer to drag my fang down her ear to tease her as my hips brought my cock up and against her dripping sex again. “Mm… Oh, baby…” moaned Isabell as she began to rock into my grinds, kicking her feet up beside me.
“You want me to go hard for you, babe…?” I asked, grinning against her skin.
“I want you to give me everything you’ve got!” As soon as she answered, I slipped the tip in, making her gasp sharply. “Ahh…!”
“That’s what I like to hear…!” I said just before joining her in the gasp, feeling her walls clamping down around me and pulling me in further and further. “Ah… You’re so… Holy shit…!” I cried as I threw my head back, pushing more of myself into her. I felt like I was never going to reach her end and before I knew it, my entirety was inside of her.
I could feel her walls all around me, clenching me tightly and already starting to milk the steady stream of pre-cum out of me. Isabell’s moans matched my groans, getting louder as I slowly started to pull my hips back and thrust right back into her. The motion only got faster, my body staying close to hers as we rocked the cushions, the TV providing white noise under our cries of pleasure.
The sensations washing over me were like nothing I’d ever felt before. Each one she gave me worked wonders on my body. I could feel everything at that moment. It was close to overwhelming me the instant I started going faster, getting the entirety of my cock inside her with every other thrust. I bit down on the side of her neck, raising myself up to go even harder, making Isabell writhe and squirm under me until I started feeling myself building to the climax.
“Ah…! Ah…! Isabell…!”
“Ross! Rooosss! Yes!”
I gave her one last thrust before we both shouted out at the height of the climax. Her juices gushed past my torrent of hot seed, shooting out to meet her and fill her completely. Before I pulled out of her, our combined fluids were leaking past my shaft and onto the couch.
Exhausted, yet satisfied, I laid atop her, panting heavily as we reveled in the afterglow. “Hey Ross,” Isabell started to say in between pants.
“Yes?”
“I think my bro was wrong about you… You’re not such a bad guy.”
I couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Thanks.”
A few weeks passed and I didn’t hadn’t gotten any word from the outside. Jack would come by to check on Isabell and inform me that he hadn’t dug anything up then go back home for what I presume was more scheming. There wasn’t a day that went by that Isabell or me weren’t pawing at each other—sometimes right after Jack had left. “I just feel so naughty!” she told me on more than one occasion.
On that occasion, of course, I’d reply with, “I know you do, but sometimes naughty feels just so damned good. Because of all of our spontaneous outbursts, we ended up talking more than ever before. I started to learn more about how the internet worked, so I allowed her to go online again, which was much to her pleasure. It’d be impossible to name all of the times I’d come home only to see her giving a guy a show in the living room. By that point, of course, I’d join her if only to show the guy she was talking to who was really in control of things around here.
The first time I had alone in the longest time was when Jack came by to go with Isabell to do something with their mother. I didn’t look into it any further because I didn’t need Jack getting any more suspicious than he already was. Isabell asked if I wanted to go with them, but I figured it was something for the family to enjoy, so I declined. Jack didn’t seem too broken up about it, but I could tell Isabell really wanted me to go along.
A minute after she left with Jack, I remembered that I hadn’t checked the mail on that day. Living in an apartment, I had to go into the main office to get my mail. On the walk there, I couldn’t shake the creeping feeling that I was being watched, but shrugged it off. My wolf always felt things around me, but they weren’t always dangerous. A few years of getting caught chasing shopping carts disproved that my senses were always right.
I stepped into the main office, waved to the attendant, and pulled the mail key out of my pocket. After fiddling with the lock, I opened my box up and started to sift through the envelopes. One
in particular caught my eye. Upon closer inspection, the envelope’s color was mint green and was formatted like a bill. Normally, I’d see the corporation’s name written somewhere on the front, but there didn’t seem to be one on this one—anywhere.
My curiosity offsetting my caution, I opened the letter with a claw. “What’s this…?” I asked myself as I scanned the document. The entire thing looked as though it’d been typed up on a typewriter, and the only thing that resembled a handwritten font was the signature at the bottom. I raised an eyebrow at several of the lines, but the most disturbing part of the letter was the disclosure that they knew about Isabella.
Holy shit. My mind raced. How could they know? Jesus Christ. How the fuck? I acted on impulse and slammed my mailbox’s door shut. I nearly tore the lock off since I had to fiddle with my key a little to get it out. Shit. Shit! I stuffed the envelopes into my pockets, feeling my wolf growling and starling inside of me. I didn’t know whether or not to tell Jack, but what I did know was that Isabell was in danger. The one job I had was to protect her and if I could do that, then, I knew I’d be able to have another shot at happiness with her.
I whisked myself away back into the apartment. As soon as I was inside, I slammed the door shut behind me and threw the envelopes down onto the kitchen table. With a sigh, I put the normal bills together in a pile to the right, but pulled he distinct, mint envelope closer to me. As if I feared the paper itself was poisonous, I pulled it out and looked it over gingerly. It was obvious to me that the person who sent me the letter, regardless of the fact I didn’t know them, knew me very well.
Line after line they presented me with various facts. Where I lived, who I lived with, even when and where I ate every day. It was strange to me, at first, to think that someone would go to such lengths to learn about me solely to get at Isabell. I threw my hand behind my head, scratching my scalp as I searched for answers. “There’s got to be something that I’m missing here…” I said to myself as I looked through the lines again.
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