“So what were you saying about L.A.?”
I sighed, “I moved out there and got mixed up with the wrong crowd. I was heavily into drugs and drinking. I thought I was so cool,” I laughed humorlessly, “And then one night, I was leaving a party. It was probably about four in the morning. I had too much to drink and I was high. I drove home and ended up getting into an accident.” I stopped not wanting to tell the rest.
“And what happened?” Greer asked gently.
“I had a friend in the car with me. The accident left her in a comma.” I gulped, unable to continue until I composed myself.
“Did your friend die?” He asked after a long minute.
“No. Thank God. I would never forgive myself if that had happened. I can barely forgive myself now. She was fine after about a week, but she blamed me for the accident, rightfully so, and I blamed myself. I checked myself into rehab.”
“That was pretty brave of you.”
“I had to do it. It was the responsible thing to do.”
Greer nodded, “So how long have you been sober?”
I shrugged, “I don’t know. I don’t really think about it. I try not to think about it, at least. I’m just grateful that my friend and I, well former friend, are alive. I messed up. Really bad. And she could have died.” My voice broke at the end of my statement and I felt tears threatening to spill.
“You were young. You were bound to make a mistake along the way. Did you expect to be perfect?”
I stopped to think about what he said. All these years, I had been holding on to the guilt of making a bad decision, never cutting myself any slack for messing up once in my entire life. I had been young and silly and I had messed up. Surely that one mistake didn’t define me, but yet as I sat there with Greer looking at me intently, I knew that I had allowed it to, for far too long.
I said, “Yeah. I guess I did.”
“Well you don’t have to be perfect for me. In fact, I think imperfections make us better versions of who we strive to be.” He then stood up and held out his hand. I took his hand and he said as I stood up, “Would you like to stay the night?”
I knew what he was really asking and I responded softly, “Yes.”
Silently, he led me to his bedroom, already caressing my sides and kissing my neck. In the darkness, he laid me on the bed and slowly allowed his fingertips to trail up my thighs, pulling my dress up inch by inch as he did. My panties were soon exposed and he pressed his hand against my mound, feeling the wetness already there. With one finger, he traced a line up and down my panties, making me wetter.
“You’re so beautiful, Jasmine.” His deep voice said, breaking the silence.
He replaced his fingers with his mouth and I moaned as he placed kisses on the fabric that covered my sex and then he inhaled deeply, shifted my panties to the side and slipped his tongue inside of me.
I hadn’t been expecting that and moaned, spreading my legs further so that he could explore even more of me. He spread my legs further apart and quickly took my panties off.
He then quickly went back to pleasing me. He started at my clit and traced slow circles around it with his tongue as he pushed his thick finger deeply into me.
“How does that feel?”
“Perfect,” I moaned and he pulled his finger out of me and licked away the juices there.
“Sit up,” he ordered suddenly, and confused I did as I was told. “Take off your dress.”
I moved to do so and he said, “Slowly.”
I let the dress fall down slowly and I saw him move his hand between his legs. He started pulling on his member and I hadn’t even been aware of him undoing his zipper. I could see his member, long, thick and wide, standing erect. He would be hard to fit into my sex, but I was more than willing to welcome the challenge.
I motioned to take my bra off, but he stopped me. “Leave it on, just push the cups down so that I can see your nipples.”
I did as he said, thinking his preference odd, but feeling beyond turned on by the way he bossed me around while masturbating.
“I want you inside me,” I said softly.
“When I want to be inside of you, then it’ll happen. Until then bring your mouth here. I want to feel those lips on my cock.”
I got down on my knees and immediately wrapped my lips around his shaft, sucking him into my mouth and moving my head up and down, allowing my teeth to scrape against his member, just a little.
He sharply inhaled and his cock thickened in my mouth. I didn’t know it was possible for a man’s member to get that big. He was frighteningly big, but that knowledge just made me wetter. I stuck my hand between my legs and started rubbing my clit as well.
He was breathing heavily now and I knew he was about to come. The idea of him coming made my pulse race and I spread my legs a little more as I continued sucking his cock, lapping at the head of his member, sucking on it, while I played with myself.
He tossed back his head and cupped the back of my head, keeping my mouth from leaving his member. He didn’t have to worry about that though, I thought as I sucked him in again deeply one last time and simultaneously plunged my finger into my own sex. I came then, gasping around his cock and he came too, emptying his sex into my mouth as my own sex clenched around my finger, tensing and relaxing in an uncontrolled rhythm, until finally the remnants of my orgasm seized to tremble. I swallowed and released Greer’s member from my mouth.
He was still hard I noticed, and he didn’t waste any time as he laid me down on his bed again.
“I love your mouth,” he said lowering his mouth to mine and kissing me aggressively, dipping his tongue into my mouth, exploring it and sighing as my tongue touched his own. He straddled me and then bent down and began to suck my nipples and fondle my breasts. His touch started off gentle and then he pinched my nipples, making me yelp in pain since my breasts were so sensitive given that I was highly aroused.
“Did I hurt you?” He asked suddenly, stopping, breathless.
“Yes, but I liked it.”
I could hear a smile in his voice as he said, “Yeah, I thought you would.”
He did it again, this time nipping at my nipples as well with his teeth. It hurt, but for some reason, I liked it and I could feel myself growing even wetter, so wet that the inside of my thighs felt slick from my passion for him.
I went to wrap my arms around his neck and he surprised me by stopping me and pinning my arms above me. I grabbed the spindles attached to the headboard and watched as he reached for something in his drawer. I figured it was a condom, but then I felt something cold close around one of my wrists and then the other. I tried to move my hands, but I realized he had handcuffed me to the bed.
“Are you uncomfortable with this?” He asked standing up, shedding his clothes completely
I watched him through eyes heavy with lust and opened my legs wide, exposing myself to him, chained to his bed, nipples out, sex open and wet for the taking.
“I want you,” was my answer. His sex seemed to quiver at my words and I marveled at his gorgeous body as he kneeled in front of me.
He sat up on his knees and picked my hips up and then pushed his sex into me. There was no foreplay, no hesitation. He took me boldly, and dove into me over and over, pushing his shaft as deep into me as he could. He didn’t wait for my sex to stretch to accommodate him. He forced his way into me, stretching my inner muscles to the point of pain and I screamed in ecstasy. No other man had been so rough with me and that roughness excited me. And as he trailed his hands across my belly and reached up to caress my breasts, he withdrew almost completely and as I begged for him to bury himself inside of me, he complied and I came. But I wasn’t done. I was so aroused by the feel of his thickness in me; as my muscles clenched around his shaft, shortly after my first orgasm, another one followed it.
“Greer! Oh God! Greer! Don’t stop. Fuck me, Greer. Please!” I screamed.
He slowed down then and pulled his cock almost completely out of me, “N
o, Greer. Please. Put it in. Please.”
“You like this dick?” He said and flicked my nipple hard. I shook and started thrusting my hips up and down on his cock, riding it without his help.
He gasped not expecting that and then laughed dryly before stilling my hips with his hands and grinding his cock deep into me.
I came again and this time, he came with me, thrusting deeply and quickly, losing control as the entire bed rocked and squeaked at the force of his thrusts, and when he was done and his seed poured into me yet again, I was finally able to take in a shaky breathe.
I fell into a deep sleep then and he laid his body on top of mine, holding me while he rested his head on my breasts. We woke up periodically throughout the night. And each time, we made love. I didn’t ask him to release me. I slept with my hands handcuffed to his bed, but with Greer, I felt completely safe. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me…unless I asked him to.
Chapter Five
I was in a deep slumber when a noise pierced the silence and Greer immediately sat up next to me. I groggily looked around.
“What was that?”
He didn’t answer, he just leapt up and I instantly panicked. I was handcuffed to a bed and it sounded like a burglar was trying to get in.
“Wait here, I’ll be right back,” He said, and I sputtered as he quickly disappeared, “Greer! Don’t you dare leave me like this! Greer!”
I instantly shut up as I heard what sounded like something scratching at the window and then to my shock, an animal vaulted through the window, shattering it open as glass flew in all directions. It was a wolf and it pounced on the bed where I was and leaned over me, growling softly as it looked at me with eyes clearly showing it was moving in for the kill.
I opened my mouth to scream when another wolf appeared suddenly at the doorway of Greer’s bedroom and flew through the air. It tackled the wolf that had only a second ago been about to rip out my neck. I screamed and screamed and tried to pull the cuffs off the headboard with all my might, but to no avail. I watched in horror as the wolves flipped each other, tearing at throats, growls and howls ripping through the silence and then I heard a scream. It wasn’t my own and I searched for the source of the sound. I then heard a moan and the words, “Enough is enough, Leila.”
The wolves that had previously been in front of me attempting to kill each other had instantaneously transformed into humans, but not just any humans. One was Leila and the other was Greer.
“Get out of here, Leila. If I see you anywhere near Jasmine or my home, I will kill you, slowly. Do you understand? I will rip off every single one of your limbs. Is that clear? She is my mate and I will kill anyone who comes within an inch of her meaning to do her harm.”
His voice was dark and deadly and I knew he meant every word. Leila held her arm in her hand, blood pouring from where the bone and flesh were no longer connected.
She had scratches across her face and her features were lined with bitterness as if she didn’t feel any pain. She didn’t dare look at me though as she transformed into a wolf and crawled back through the window, disappearing into the night.
Greer stood at the window, watching Leila go. I lay there shaking, not believing my eyes. Finally, he crossed to the bed and reached for my face.
I flinched and moved my face away. The one man I could share everything with wasn’t a man at all. He was something else entirely different, some sort of wolf. A werewolf! And most likely he would kill me. I turned my face to him knowing I couldn’t delay the inevitable, determined to not show fear, as I met his eyes straight on.
* * *
Five minutes later, I sat at the dining room table, facing Greer not knowing whether to flee or check myself into a mental hospital. To my surprise, when I expected him to kill me, he had instead released me. He had told me to leave if I wanted, that he understood if I did.
I had high-tailed it out of his bedroom as soon as he released me, not hesitating at all. I didn’t even bother to grab my clothes, but then I happened to look behind me. His face showed sorrow and deep regret. That wasn’t the face of a cold-blooded killer.
“Stay, let me explain,” he had then called out to me, apparently changing his mind about allowing me to leave. Every cell of my body wanted me to stay, but my mind told me to leave. I told my mind to hush. If he wanted to kill me, surely he would have already? Right?
I sat down naked, stiffly, my legs and sex feeling sore from our lovemaking. He went to walk towards me but I held out my hand.
“No. Stay there and explain. Come any closer and I’ll scream.”
He looked hurt, but said, “Fair enough.”
“What are you?”
“A werewolf, obviously.”
I didn’t know what else to say. “What happened? How did this happen to you? Were you born a werewolf? Is your mom a werewolf too?”
He nodded, not moving an inch, “Most werewolves are women. It’s rare for a son to carry the trait, so males who are werewolves are highly sought after. Leila was jealous.”
“So jealous that she wanted to kill me.”
He swallowed hard and said, “I would never let that happen. Not in a million years. I would rip her throat out before I would ever let that happen.”
I believed him. After all, wasn’t that evident tonight?
He gestured to a chair, “Can I sit down?”
“It’s your house.” I said in a noncommittal tone.
He sighed as he sat down and placed his face in his hands, “I’m sorry again. I couldn’t tell you obviously. How was that conversation supposed to start?”
I shook my head, “I don’t know. It’s not every day that a woman finds out her boyfriend is a werewolf. It’s a big secret to keep.”
He nodded, “You’re taking it surprisingly well though. I have to admit.” He met my eyes and reached for my hand. I hesitated and then let him take it. “I try to stay clear of relationships, but when I ran into you the second time around, I couldn’t help but ask you out. It was almost as if we were meant to meet again, so I pursued you.”
“And now because of that Leila tried to kill me.”
“She’s the jealous type that’s for sure.”
“More like murderous.”
“You won’t have to worry about her anymore. I guarantee that. Even if you walk away now, which I’ll understand, I’ll continue to protect you.”
His words were spoken sincerely. And I found myself believing them as I met his eyes.
“I don’t know what to say. How is a girl supposed to react when she realizes her boyfriend is a monst---?” I instantly stopped myself. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.”
He let go of my hand and said stoically, “It doesn’t matter. You’re right. How can you see me as anything else?”
He then stood up and walked away from the table and I heard the shower soon start. I was torn. I was frankly afraid to leave in case Leila was out there, but I also felt terrible for what I had said to Greer.
My mind made up, I walked towards the bedroom and retrieved my clothes. I was about to walk out of his bedroom and out of his life, but for some reason I couldn’t. I couldn’t leave things between Greer and myself where I had left it. He had listened to me talk about my past and hadn’t judged me and yet what I had done had been unforgivable, in my book. I had almost taken someone’s life. He had saved mine. I didn’t deserve a second chance. He did. Could I possibly make things work between us? I didn’t know anything about his kind. But maybe I could learn…
And as I dropped my clothes to the floor, I knew my decision was made. I pushed through the bathroom door and walked into the steam filled room. I saw Greer in the shower, his back was towards me and I knew he knew I was there as he abruptly turned around, pushing the water back from his hair. He was a gorgeous man, I thought yet again: A gorgeous, understanding man who genuinely cared for me. He had cared for me enough to risk his life to save mine and revealed a secret to me that he probably hadn’t told a soul. He watched me watc
hing him and then he reached out a hand. I walked forward, opened the shower door and took it. And he embraced me as our lips met, hungrily kissing me, and I responded willingly, hoping that the feeling of being loved by Greer would never end.
Epilogue
“Okay, okay, what do you call a cow asleep on the ground?” My nephew Jason said bouncing up and down. I placed my hand on my chin, pretending to deeply consider my answer.
“I don’t know…Hmmm. A sleeping cow?”
He began to laugh really hard, deep belly chuckles, and Kennedy poked her head around the corner and made a face at her brother. “You’re so silly, Aunt Jasmine. Ground beef. Ground beef is the answer, duh. Get it?”
She rolled her eyes and walked away as if she were fifteen. She was actually four going on fifteen, if you asked me.
Jason ran after her, “You weren’t supposed to tell yet!” And I could hear them arguing in the kitchen.
Nahla came into view, shaking her head as she exited the kitchen. “Let me reiterate Jasmine, if you want to babysit anytime you just ask me. It’ll give you plenty of important hands-on experience.” She pointedly looked towards my belly.
I laughed, “No thanks,” and I felt Greer’s hand reach out to place a warm hand on my tummy that was currently holding up a bowl of popcorn. It was that distended and round that I frequently used it to hold plates and trays. And that was often, because I ate all the time. I was about nine months along and due any day, and instead of feeling tired and cranky, I was practically glowing. I was excited to see what my baby would look like. I couldn’t wait to hold him in my arms. But I wasn’t ready to do the whole labor thing. And I’d had a perfect pregnancy. No stretchmarks, no varicose veins and no swollen ankles. I waddled and gained a ton of weight, but most of it was in my chest, so I was sort of happy about that. I just hoped that post-pregnancy, I would get to keep my current cup size. Greer certainly hoped so too.
I looked up at him as he started talking to our baby, pressing his ear against my stomach.
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