by Mia Harris
“I saw a man rescue me… but then the man seemed to become a dog, or something like that. I think my brain just got all confused,” she replied.
“A dog?”
“Well, no. More like a wolf, I think.”
Greg’s face suddenly took on a more serious expression.
“So what does that tell you, Jessa?” he said, his voice dropping to a cool murmur.
“I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do. You know what you saw, but your mind refuses to process it because you think that it can’t be real. I’m a werewolf, Jessa. Hardly any humans know my true nature, but last night could not be helped. I saw those men and I just… I had to shift to save you. I cannot forgive myself for allowing that to happen to you. I hold myself personally responsible for your safety, and the safety of all my other employees.”
His words washed over her in a wave of confusion. Is this a joke? Werewolves don’t exist! This is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream, she chanted in her mind.
“You’re probably very confused right now, Jessa, so let me explain something else. While I hold myself responsible for my employees, you’ve obviously noticed that I’ve taken a special interest in you,” he continued.
Jessa stared at the floor, wanting to melt right into it. Something was telling her that this wasn’t a dream, and that Greg Taylor really was what he said he was.
“The reason my kind can assume a human form is because we are, in fact, descended from early humans ourselves. We can still be attracted to, and mate with, human women. As I have gotten older, my desire to take a mate has outstripped all of my other desires in life… but it is difficult when I am this wealthy. Human and were-women alike want my money, and don’t care for me as a person. I am lonely. I want love, real love. Us werefolk often feel connections to our mates immediately… it’s not something a true human mind can understand. But when I first saw you and picked up on your scent… I knew.”
“Knew what?” Jessa asked.
“That you were special. Very special. That you weren’t the kind to use a man. That I wanted you to be my mate.”
“Okay, hang on. This is ridiculous. First you tell me that you’re a werewolf, as if I’m just meant to believe that. And then, you tell me that you want me to be your ‘mate’, yet yesterday you wouldn’t even so much as look in my direction!” Jessa said angrily.
“That’s because I knew that if I looked at you, I wouldn’t be able to control myself,” he growled, standing up and glaring down at her.
Jessa felt a tinge of fear.
“Do you know what a woman like you does to a red-blooded wolf like me?” he continued. “Those luscious curves of yours… your beautiful face… that long hair. You’re the perfect mate. If I so much as touched you, I feared I would pick you up and tear your clothes off right then and there.”
“But… Jane said that you prefer skinny women,” Jessa mumbled, feeling stupid the second the words left her mouth.
“I normally hire them, yes. Because I’m not attracted to them, and there’s no chance that I might react the way that I have reacted with you. I go away for two weeks and let Nicki take care of the hiring and I end up with… you. Christ, Jessa, you have no idea what you do to me.”
Jessa still didn’t believe that this wasn’t all some big joke at her expense.
“Prove it,” she demanded.
“That I’m a werewolf?” he asked, his green eyes flashing again. “Are you sure you can handle seeing me? Even with the humans who know my true nature… I don’t often show them.”
“Well, I won’t believe a word that you’ve said until you do.”
A heavy pine scent suddenly began to linger in the room, and Greg’s eyes began to glow; even in the light of day it was obvious that his eyes were not normal. One second he was there, and the next Jessa was looking at a large grey wolf with glowing eyes. The wolf sprang over to her and put two front paws on her lap, and then moved its snout close to her face. After sniffing her for a moment, it backed down, and the next second, Greg was back, standing there in his suit like nothing had happened.
Jessa was stupefied. He really was a werewolf. The pine scent began to fade, and her mouth dropped open in shock.
“How… how did you do that? What about your clothes?”
“When I shift, my clothes cease to exist along with my human form. Again, it’s not really something a human mind can understand. Do you believe me now?”
“Yes.”
Greg moved closer to her.
“I want you, Jessa. Your scent is intoxicating to me, so much so that I could not help but lock myself in here yesterday and howl. It’s another habit of mine. When I am angry or emotional about something, I shift and howl for hours.”
“That’s what that noise was yesterday?”
“You heard? I had this room soundproofed just in case something like this ever happened. I didn’t realize that you would hear me. Anyway, Jessa... You must understand something. While the men of my kind are strong and dominant, it is the women who are at the core of our power. My pack is a matriarchal one. Women must be asked for permission.”
“Permission for what?”
“I cannot touch you, cannot kiss you, cannot feel your incredible body against mine, unless you give me permission to mate with you. It is our way. This is why I have been going so crazy for the last day. I wanted you so much, but I didn’t think that you could possibly understand why. I feel like the incident last night was a sign to me, a sign that I should show you what I am.”
Jessa felt like she might actually melt into the floor. She had no idea that this man, this gorgeous man, or werewolf… whatever he was, wanted her so much. Her heart began to race again, and she could feel her legs trembling in her seat.
“What do you want me to say?” she whispered.
“I want your permission. I cannot force you to give it to me, obviously, but I would be the happiest wolf on earth if you gave it to me.”
Jessa considered his words. How often does a sexy, billionaire werewolf come along and beg for me to be with him? Certainly not every day, she thought. She made her choice.
“You have it. My permission.”
Greg’s eyes glowed green again, and he growled, his voice deep and guttural.
“Are you sure? As I said, us were-folk can be quite dominant sometimes.”
“Yes.”
Without another word, he pulled his suit jacked off, stalked over to Jessa from behind his desk, and then grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet. Smirking down at her, he picked her up and placed her on the edge of the desk before leaning in and nuzzling her neck. His warm breath on her ears sent shivers racing down Jessa’s spine, and she knew that she had made the right decision.
Greg began to plant soft kisses on the smooth skin of her neck, and she picked up on the faint scent of the earthy pine mixed with his cologne. As her legs dangled off the desk, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer. He growled into her ear for a moment and then looked into her eyes before leaning in and pressing his lips to hers.
Jessa closed her eyes, threw her head back and allowed him to take firm control, his tongue sliding along her lips until she opened her mouth to him. Hungrily exploring her mouth, Greg reached a hand around her back and pulled her even closer to him.
As their tongues continued to entwine, streams of heat began to flow through Jessa’s body, running up her spine and flooding her brain with desire for this gorgeous man. The fact that he was her boss, and a werewolf, served to make the experience even hotter. Greg finally broke the kiss, and she could see his eyes darken with arousal as his gaze lingered on her face. She felt a tingling, pulsing sensation begin to spread to the area between her legs, and a distinct heat was beginning to rise in her neck and chest.
Greg resumed his nuzzling of her neck, and as he did so, he began to fumble with the buttons of her blouse. Jessa helped him to undo them, and then pulled the blouse over her shoulders. His jaw clenched with desir
e as he took in the soft, creamy flesh of her full breasts nestled in the cups of her black lacy bra, and he buried his face in her cleavage. Bolts of electricity seemed to be bursting through her veins, and she couldn’t believe what was happening.
Finally coming up for air, Greg reached one hand to her back. The other slid to her stomach, trailing along her skin in circular patterns before reaching back up and squeezing her breasts.
“God, your body… I want to see it all. Please,” he said, his eyes conveying a sense of urgency that Jessa had never seen.
No one had ever made her feel this way about her voluptuous curves, and within just minutes with him, she had regained all the lost confidence of the previous day’s events. She leaned back, unhooked her bra and dropped it on the desk next to her, and his eyes began to burn with a fiery passion as he watched her breasts spring free from the material. Sliding one hand over her right breast, he slid his mouth over the left and swirled his tongue over her delicate pink nipples. Another bolt of electricity seemed to flow through her, and she felt her legs trembling with wanton desire for him.
Growling, he pulled her off the desk and set her down on the floor, and then reached his hands up her skirt, touching her legs and stroking the soft skin of her inner thighs as they moved slowly upwards, getting higher and higher. Jessa’s breathing was becoming fast and shallow, and her heart was racing even faster than before. She reached to the side of her skirt, trying to find the zipper, and Greg pushed her hands away. Grabbing her wrists, he pinned them up above her head and held them down.
“I want to take it off. I’m in charge here,” he growled, his eyes flashing with anger.
Jessa shivered at his words. He had said that he could be dominant, and it appeared that that particular alpha side of him was showing itself now. He pulled his hands away, unzipped the skirt, and then yanked it down over her ankles before throwing it aside. Wearing only black lacy panties now, Jessa wondered if he would still be attracted to her now that he could see almost everything.
She didn’t have to worry. His eyes lit up as they lingered on her soft curves, and he pulled her legs apart before settling his weight on top of her, positioning himself between her thighs so that his groin was directly up against hers. Gasping as she felt how hard he was through his black pants, Jessa felt the heat from her chest beginning to take over her body, starting an inferno deep within. She needed him as much as he needed her.
He pinned her wrists behind her head again, and began to grind his hips slowly against hers. Jessa felt her panties dampening as he continued his movements, and she desperately wished that he would take his clothes off too. Seemingly reading her mind, Greg suddenly pulled away and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the powerful muscles of his chest and abdomen underneath. His chest was sprinkled with dark curly hair, and his jaw clenched again as he stared down at her. Leaning back down, he resumed grinding his hips into her and then slid his mouth over her right ear.
“What do you want me to do to you?” he murmured.
Jessa was embarrassed. She knew exactly what she wanted, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it. Greg growled into her ear and repeated his question.
“Tell me. I need to hear you say it.”
“I… I want you to touch me. I need to feel you inside me,” she whispered, feeling her cheeks turning pink.
She felt him smile against her ear, and goose bumps prickled her skin as they spread all over her naked upper body. Keeping one of his hands above her head to hold her wrists down, he trailed the other slowly downwards, over her stiff nipples, and then over her soft belly and hips. Finally, he reached the edge of her panties, and he slid the palm of his hand inside.
Jessa moaned softly, knowing that he was about to discover how wet she was. He growled into her ear again as his hand began to stroke between her folds, feeling how ready she was for him.
“I think you can do better than what you said earlier. Tell me, what do you really want me to do to you?” he murmured.
She moaned again as he slid one finger inside of her, and she saw his eyes glowing triumphantly as he lifted his head and stared down at her. Leaving her hands above her head, he reached down and grabbed her jaw.
“Tell me,” he demanded.
“I want you to fuck me. Hard, and fast,” she said, knowing that her face was bright red.
Her words seemed to inflame him further, and he slid another finger inside her before stroking his thumb across the sensitive bud of her clitoris. Feeling a pressure building deep within her core, Jessa began to move her hips in a rhythm with his fingers as they moved in and out of her. Greg smirked down at her, and then pulled his hand out of her panties.
“What are you doing?” she gasped, wanting him to continue.
“You’re getting your reward for telling me what you really want,” he said.
He moved his body down until his head was directly between her legs, and then hooked two fingers into the side of her panties. Looking up at her with a wicked expression on his face, he slowly pulled them off and threw them across the room before moving his mouth over her now-throbbing clitoris. He gently sucked on it for a moment, and Jessa squirmed underneath him.
Greg pulled away and grinned up at her again, and for a moment Jessa felt something cold and wet touching her inner thighs. She realized that it was the cold, slightly-wet nose of a wolf, and somehow knew that he just wanted to remember the scent of her inner thighs and nether regions. Looking down a moment later, she saw Greg back in his usual human form again, and he slid his tongue ever-so-slowly down her wet slit, all the way to the bottom, before licking back up and settling his mouth back onto her clitoris.
He sucked, licked and nibbled her until she felt as if she couldn’t take any more. The pressure in her core was about to explode out of her, and she bucked her hips against him as he slid a finger inside her again. Jessa moaned with delight as he began to move the finger inside of her, hitting one of her most sensitive spots as he curled it in a beckoning motion. His warm tongue continued to trace small circles and patterns on her clitoris, and seconds later she felt as if she were being swept off a cliff by waves of ecstasy.
An incredible warmth flooded through her body as the orgasm swept over her, and she gasped and sighed with pleasure.
“Oh, god, I want you inside me. Now!” she begged, no longer ashamed of the wanton words that were escaping her mouth.
He growled again and moved back up, settling his weight on her and propping himself up on his elbows, one on either side of her. Jessa heard a metallic sound as he unzipped his pants and tugged his underwear aside, and then gasped again as she felt him rubbing his hard cock up and down her wet folds before pressing it against her still-sensitive clitoris.
“Are you ready for me?” he murmured, his eyes flickering with a devilish glow.
“Yes!”
Greg pressed himself against her slick opening and slowly entered her, groaning as he felt her warm tightness gripping his cock. Jessa gasped as he moved inside her, and instinctively arched her back, pulling him closer and deeper inside her. She ran her hands all over the tight muscles of his back and arms, moving her hips in a rhythm with his as he started to thrust in and out of her. She had never felt so desired in her entire life, and squeezed her eyes shut as he began to thrust faster, grunting with pleasure with each movement.
After a few moments, she wrapped her legs up around his back, making herself even tighter for him. His eyes darkened as she raked her nails up and down his back, and he continued to slide in and out of her, getting harder and faster with each thrust. Finally, he slowed down his movements inside her, and slid a hand down between their writhing bodies.
“I want you to come again for me,” he growled.
As he pressed the pad of his thumb against her clitoris and began to rub, Jessa was lost. Her legs began to tremble, and every single nerve ending felt as if it were on fire as she came again. Her head was spinning, and her legs quivered and twitched uncontrollably. No ma
n had ever been able to bring her so much pleasure before, but with Greg it felt completely natural.
He groaned in contentment as he felt her muscles contracting around him and leaned back down, sliding his mouth over her ear again.
“You’re unbelievable, Jessa. I want you to be mine forever. My mate. Say it,” he growled.
“I’m yours,” she gasped. Right now, she would have agreed to anything he asked of her.
Aroused into an even wilder state by her words, he pulled out of her and flipped her onto her hands and knees. Jessa arched her back and spread her legs, biting her lip as she looked back over one of her shoulders. Greg moved so that he was right behind her, and then plunged his hard cock back into her. Grabbing her hips to keep her steady, he thrust himself deep inside, in and out, harder and faster, panting and grunting as he moved.
Jessa reached between her legs and up to her clitoris, and then began to gently rub. Within moments, she exploded in another orgasm, and whimpered with delight as her hips involuntarily bucked up and down. Greg wasn’t going easy on her now; he was slamming himself into her, his balls slapping against her thighs as he did so, eliciting even louder moans from her as she was swept away into another sea of ecstasy.
Wanting to delay his own pleasure for as long as possible, Greg used all of his willpower to pull out, and then stood up. Pulling Jessa to her feet, he scooped her up in his strong arms and placed her back on the desk.
Jessa threw her head back and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him close. Locking her feet together behind his back, she gasped as he pressed his cock back against her warm, wet opening, wanting and needing him inside her again. Greg smiled wickedly and rubbed the head of his cock against her clitoris, teasing her until he thought she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please, Greg. I want you inside me again!” she whined in wanton frustration.