“Have you been into town?”
“Not yet. Just unwinding first,” he said. “I could always use a guide, though, if you're offering,” he teased. It was a mild flirtation, but coming from him, it caused her ears to turn pink in embarrassment. She could feel her face warming.
“It's a small town,” she teased back. “You just have to walk five seconds and you'll pass through the whole town without realizing. Not much to give a tour of,” she said. She was trying to sound aloof, as though she wasn't watching every line of muscle she could catch in his movements. As though she wasn't dying to get him alone.
These thoughts filled her with guilt, and she fought them down again.
He was bad news.
A stranger from out of town who could turn into a wolf.
Seeking anything with him was out of the question, was dangerous and not smart.
Still, as she got him his second drink, she couldn't help but want to sit down with him and just talk. To find out about who he was and where he was from. Some of these thoughts did seep out.
“Why move out here?” she asked as he started drinking his third beer. He seemed to be chugging them down without much trouble.
“It's a smaller town, and there are people like me,” he said, glancing around before the second part to make sure nobody overheard them.
“What about your town? Were there not any people like you?” she asked, starving for any information.
“There were, yeah, but not anymore. A lot has been happening in the last couple years, and we're all a bit scattered to the wind,” Anthony said as he finished his third beer and set the empty glass aside.
“Want another?”
“Nah,” he said, stretching. “What time are you off work? Want to talk more in depth?” he asked. His voice was relaxed, casual, as though it didn't matter what her answer was.
She liked that.
“Just barely an hour left,” she answered after glancing at a tiny watch on her slender left wrist. The second part of the question was more complicated. She wanted to talk to him, yes, but she wasn't sure she'd be able to stop at that. Parts of her body and mind wanted him so badly that she couldn't fight down the idea of spending the night in his hotel room.
She'd never slept with a patron before, but she could feel herself almost longing for Anthony.
“Sure, I'd love to talk more,” she agreed, being sure to say the word 'talk' so that he couldn't misread the situation.
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When she got off work, he was waiting outside the front door.
The Casino was open 24/7 except on major holidays where it may close for six hours for employees to spend time with their families. Him waiting around like he was wasn't the strangest occurrence. Sierra made eye contact with one of the security guards to make sure they knew it was okay with her. It was nice to have them there. It let her feel secure.
The two wandered off to his hotel room and closed the door behind them.
She'd only been in one of the rooms once, when it snowed so hard during her shift that she couldn't make her way back home in the mess of the blizzard. The rooms hadn't changed since. They were like time capsules.
“Sorry, I don't have much to offer. There's vodka,” he said, motioning around the room.
“No, I'm fine,” Sierra smiled. It was hard not to be charmed by him. “So, tell me, what's it like being a wolf…er…a shifter, I mean,” she asked, settling into the one arm chair in the room. He pulled up a regular chair from the small table that sat in the corner of the room.
“Mm, it's like constantly being directly wired into the world around you. Not only can I sense what people are doing…” He paused, leaning back in his seat. The pose was almost lewd, creating a straight line from his face down to his torso. “You can also tell how people are feeling,” he added, smiling. It was almost a smirk, and it was borderline driving her wild.
What was she doing? She didn't know this man, she hadn't planned on getting to know him, and yet here she was, in his hotel room, alone with him. The situation made her blush.
“Why did you leave your home behind?” she asked. The question had been begging at her lips. “If it's so hard to get a new town to like you, why leave yours?”
His demeanor tightened like the room itself was holding its breath.
“I don't have any family left there,” he said slowly, like the words were foreign in his mouth.
“Oh, my god. I'm so sorry,” Sierra caught herself. The guilt was strong and sudden. She hated that she asked.
“It's okay,” he said, shaking his head. “I just had to get out of there and start my own life,” he explained, staring down at his hands.
“I understand that completely,” Sierra said. Leaning forward, she rested her hand on his leg. “Sometimes you just have to get out of dodge,” she agreed. His leg was warm through his jeans, and the sensation was surprisingly relaxing.
“Thank you,” he said, leaning toward her.
She knew better.
She should have been scared.
Their lips touched, though, carefully at first, and she couldn't make herself fear him if she tried.
Chapter Twelve
She should have gone home. She knew that.
Her mother would end up falling asleep on the couch if she didn't.
She wanted to be selfish for once, though.
His lips were warm, roughly pressing against hers as their kiss deepened. He tasted like alcohol, like the night, and she wanted more. Her lips parted, and his tongue slipped inside, rubbing against hers between kisses, like he was showing what he could do if he let her kiss elsewhere. Sierra's face flushed, but she kept kissing him, only parting for air when she realized she wasn't breathing.
“Is this okay?” he asked, pausing with his lips only a couple inches from her face.
His eyes were focused on hers, and she would have given him the world in that moment if it would have made him keep going.
“God, yes,” she answered, pressing her mouth back against his. She could feel Anthony smiling in the kiss, and she smiled, too – enjoying it. His hands landed on her hips, and he pulled her into his lap, the chair beneath him creaking just slightly from the motion.
It would be embarrassing if it wasn't so hot.
She could feel his arousal beneath her, and she gasped in surprise.
God, she wanted him.
How did she even end up in this situation?
How did she end up getting hot and heavy with a wolfman?
It didn't matter, she realized. All she wanted was to kiss him, to wrap herself around him and take anything he was willing to give.
His mouth strayed from hers, his hands on her hips parted so that one was gripping her thigh, where her miniskirt ended, and the other was starting to slide up her shirt. It was exciting to just let him take control. If she didn't want anything, she'd tell him.
His lips were on her neck now, and she moaned out, arching her back, which only made her grind down against his clothed erection. He groaned a little, still kissing and nipping at her neck, and Sierra let out a soft moan. She couldn't keep it in. He was making her feel incredible.
The hand near her skirt started to wander up to where her skin-colored pantyhose covered her underwear. He gripped at her ass and pulled her down so he could kiss her lips again. Sierra ground down against his arousal again, loving his reactions, loving that she could draw this out of him. It felt powerful.
He ground up against her as well, inadvertently sliding against her clit, and she felt her legs wobble from the sensation.
It felt so damn good.
“Wanna move this to the bed?” he asked, stopping the kissing. She stared into his large, dark eyes and didn't hesitate for a second.
“Yeah,” she agreed. He immediately lifted her, and set her on the hotel bed, leaning over her and kissing her after he did. She gasped in surprise and kissed him back.
She'd ne
ver done anything like this before. It felt dirty and wicked, but something was so damn right about Anthony. Literally nothing mattered except how much she needed him in her life and how much she needed him inside her.
His right hand slid up between her thighs, and through her underwear he started rubbing against her clit and entrance, rubbing back and forth, and then in circles. Sierra couldn't help her body, couldn't hold back from her hips moving in circles against his hand.
“That feels so good,” she gasped, leaning up to kiss him again.
“You're so wet,” he murmured against her lips. Sierra blushed immediately, embarrassed. She kissed him again to hide any flush her face may have been showing.
Of course, she was wet. He was incredibly sexy, and the things he was doing to her had her almost desperate for him.
She wanted him to feel desperate as well.
“Get up here with me,” she said, sitting up and patting the bed beside her.
“Okay,” he agreed, climbing up with her.
Sierra kneeled in front of him, kissing his lips softly. Her fingers went right for his waistband, unbuttoning his jeans. He smiled into the kiss again. She couldn't help but find that incredibly sexy. Her hand went into his pants. She was cautious at first, but when she felt how hard he was, how thick it was, she couldn't keep up her guard anymore.
She slid her fingers up and down against his arousal, over his underwear, teasing him the same way he teased her.
“Wow,” she murmured. He was bigger than she expected.
She wasn't sure what she expected, but he was built like he was handcrafted by the gods. His cock twitched under her touches, and Sierra felt emboldened by it. She pulled down the waistband of his boxer briefs, and he moved to slide them and his pants over his ass, completely revealing himself.
“It's so big,” she murmured almost reverently as she moved her fingers softly over the shaft. His hips thrust a little at his touch. She didn't think he did that on purpose, and it was unbelievably hot.
She wanted to be surprising.
Without forethought, without warning, she lowered her head and smoothed her lips and tongue over the head of his cock in a kiss.
His moan was like the sweetest candy.
She needed more.
His cock twitched, and she took the head of it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it roughly. Sliding her eyes open slightly, she could see he was gripping the sheets at each side of his hips. Good.
Sierra lowered her mouth onto his further, using her hands to rub the parts of him her lips didn't reach. She sucked softly, and then a little harder, using her tongue to do most of the work. He groaned out. It was deep and throaty and so freaking hot. Sierra looked up at him as she sucked, dying to see what his beautiful face was doing during all of this.
He was looking right back at her.
Anthony looked lost in the sensation, like it was almost too much, but he seemed to really be enjoying it.
Good.
She started to gather speed, humming when she took him as deep as she could so that her throat would vibrate around him. His hips faltered and bucked him into her mouth a little further, and she was surprised she didn't gag. She kept going. She could feel him throbbing and pulsing beneath her tongue.
“Wait, wait stop,” he said after a few minutes, pulling her away by her chin. She let his cock fall from her lips with a pop. “I won't be able to keep it up much longer if you do that,” he said, leaning in to kiss her. He didn't seem to notice that her mouth tasted like him. He seemed starved for the kiss.
“I need you,” Sierra said, leaning back so that her chest was more visible. If there was any one redeeming feature about her work uniform, it was that it was incredibly easy to look sexy while wearing it. His eyes wandered over her form, and for a moment, she thought she could see the wolf in him come out.
It was exhilarating.
“Take those off,” he motioned to her pantyhose. Sierra smiled, slipping off her shoes, and pulled down her stockings and underwear in one movement. At the same time, Anthony was pulling off his pants, allowing her to get a good look at him. She pulled off his shirt for him to complete the picture.
He was so goddamned ripped it seemed fake.
His abs, arms, and chest, were all well-defined, without going over the edge into being too-muscular. He looked like a tightly strung bow, ready to do whatever she needed. Right then, all she needed was him.
Sierra climbed onto the bed again, resting in his lap so that his cock sat right at the cleft of her ass, and started kissing him slowly. It was a teasing pace That drove her as wild as it was driving him, and she loved it.
His cock pressed up against her, and she moved her hips against it, letting it nudge against her entrance more than once.
When the head first slipped into her, she hadn't done it on purpose.
It was instant exhilaration, instant pleasure at the idea.
The sensation was interesting, and she pressed on. As he filled her, she could feel herself stretch tightly around him. He was almost too much, but she lowered herself into his lap until she couldn't take any more of him in.
“Fuck,” he swore, looking down between them where her mini skirt was pushed up, revealing where they were connected.
“Yeah,” Sierra agreed. Pivoting her hips, she rose a little off his erection and then slid back down onto it again. His hands fled to her hips, gripping tightly as they moved. She pulled off her tight shirt, sweating from the motion and feeling. He reached around almost immediately, unhooking her bra and sliding it off her as she continued to rise and fall on his lap, her C-cup breasts now bouncing just slightly in the movement.
Anthony caught one of her nipples in his lips, the other between a couple of his fingers, and pinched and licked them, nipping just slightly with his teeth.
“Oh, my god,” she gasped, watching him. The sensation was surprising and painful in a good way. She wanted more of him. He cupped her chest and thrust up suddenly, harder than before. His cock hit something inside of her, and her whole world became stars. It felt amazing. “Do that again,” she begged, wanting more of the feeling.
“Mm,” he growled out, doing it again. The same amazing feeling – he felt like he'd unlocked the key to making her feel amazing.
“I need more,” she begged.
“Good,” he answered, changing their position. Without pulling out of her, he pressed her onto her back on the soft sheets, kneeling over her as he started to thrust more. He kept hitting that spot with every movement, and she felt like she was losing her mind.
“That feels so good,” she gasped, clinging to him, wrapping her legs around his hips.
“Yeah,” he agreed, picking up the speed.
She kissed him, losing herself in the sensation. She wasn't sure how much time was passing or what noises she was making. All she knew was that he was taking her apart slowly, and she wanted all of it.
“I'm going to come” she finally found herself saying, the sentence punctuated with the slapping of their skin against each other. He didn't answer. Instead, he slipped his hand between them, rubbing his fingertips against her clit.
She was gone within moments.
The orgasm tore her apart, left her feeling like she was floating in a thousand pieces, each pleasurable. Only when she was coming down from it did she realize she was still moaning, still pulsing and squeezing around him. Anthony's pace quickened, taking his own pleasure from her, and within a couple minutes, he became erratic and came, too, panting and moaning, his mouth seeking hers.
She kissed him through it, almost getting turned on again from just feeling him pulse within her, jerking from the sensation of his orgasm.
“That was amazing,” she admitted, stealing another kiss from him.
“Yeah,” he agreed, kissing her back. He slid out of her and continued to kiss her. It was slow and sweet. She couldn't help but feel like her entire life had just changed.
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It was easy sex, and yet she felt like she'd just been bonded to the man for life.
Something was different, and if she wasn't so exhausted from feeling good, she would have been scared.
Chapter Thirteen
When Anthony woke up the first time, Sierra was getting dressed.
“I'm not running out on you, I swear. I have to go check on my mom,” she explained. It was just past two in the morning, and he hated to see her go. He pulled on some sweatpants, though, and walked her to her car while holding her hand. It was such easy and immediate intimacy. He wanted every bit of her, and she seemed more than willing to give it.
“Give me your phone,” he said gently, kissing her as they leaned against her car. She handed it to him without pausing.
“This is my number. Feel free to text or call me whenever,” he said softly. “I'm not…this isn't a one night stand, is it?” he asked, wanting to be sure. Something about her felt too right for this to just be a one and done situation. She was a non-shifter, that was true, but she was incredible. His body longed for her, his mind craved her, and he didn't want it to be over.
“No,” she smiled, her hair slightly messed up from sleeping. Her eyes were tired but smiling. “I'd love to see you again,” she admitted. There were dimples in her cheeks when she smiled, and he told himself that one day he'd take the time to kiss those. For now, though, he kissed her lips and sent her off, missing her already.
The second time he woke up, his room was much emptier.
She was gone, and the bed was cold without her.
Instead of wallowing in it, though, he told himself that it was time for action. It was now his fourth day in town. He needed to suck it up and go talk to the pack. He hadn't had a chance to seek out a shifter who could help him, but he was fine. It wasn't hard to find a shifter if you really wanted to. The usually ended up in positions of power. Police, politicians, doctors, teachers – they did it to ensure that if anything happened to one of the other shifters they could help cover it up. Non-shifters would never have to know, would never have an excuse to hunt down shifters like they had in the past.
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