by Sky Winters
But now, her body knew what it meant to be pleasured as this half man, half animal whipped her around his elegant bedroom, tossing her onto his bed and climbing on top of her. He pinned her down with his waist and slid himself slowly out of her, allowing her to catch her breath for a moment as he took in her tremendous beauty. The wolf was telling him to take her, devour her until her scent was all over his room, all over his body. The scent that told him she was his for the taking, she had been ready for him, waiting for this moment for all her life.
He plunged swiftly inside of her just as she was ready to writhe on the sheets and beg him for more. She cried out loudly as he unleashed another torrent of animalistic thrusting inside of her, reveling as her walls hugged and enveloped his shaft, contracting around him as she reached her first orgasm. It would be the first of many, he decided, and looked down into her eyes with a smirk. She stared at him as she shuddered, her pussy clamping around his cock as she came.
The second she started winding down, he was fueled by a new burst of power and flipped her onto her hands and knees, shoving himself hard inside of her. He moaned as he felt her insides, swollen and slippery the fresh, hot wetness of her orgasm. She was close to screaming now as he used her body like a toy, expertly, to gratify them both.
Melanie gripped his headboard as he rammed into her from behind, and she was taken to a new realm of pleasure unlike anything she had ever felt before. He was playing her like a fiddle, and growling as he did so. His raw power just served to enhance her pleasure. She wanted more, and was shocked by her body’s response to him. Usually she was satiated after one round or two, but she felt like the fire in her loins might never stop.
She came hard again as the power that Weston unleashed on her body became impossible to fight. He still wasn’t done with her yet though, and gripped her by the waist, lifting her and flipping himself beneath her. She hovered in the air for a moment as his strong arms held her, feeling empty and writhing for more. She squirmed in his arms until he suddenly pushed her body on top of his immense, powerful cock, pushing her down and around it hard before he started hammering into her as she clutched his chest and fingered his muscular abdomen from on top of his body.
He shuddered and inhaled as she looked down at him, confident and sexy as her body began to move seductively on top of him, taking control of his pulsing member as she maneuvered him inside of her to scratch an even deeper itch, one that she wanted to bask in. Weston’s muscular chest heaved up and down as she teased him, slow and tantalizing, until he was deeper inside of her than he had been yet. She closed her eyes, inhaling softly, and raising and lowering herself against his body. He watched her pleasuring herself on him, doing his best to hold the wolf back, but before long it had become too much.
Melanie squealed in delight and pleasure as Weston lost control and lifted her up off the bed, pinning her against the deep red walls of his bedroom. He stood in front of her, and they stared each other up and down. It was a challenge, Mel knew, and if she looked away, she would be done for. But Weston’s golden eyes shimmered at her, showing no sign of weariness.
She held his gaze as long as she could, her heart hammering in her chest. She wanted to show him just what she was made of, show him that she could hold out longer than he could without his cock inside of her body. But she didn’t just want it anymore. She needed it. The second she broke his gaze to glance down at his massive, swollen member, he gripped both of her wrists in one hand and shoved it inside of her.
She gave a low moan as he brought her to heights she had never imagined possible. Her legs had turned to jelly, and as if he sensed this he lifted her around his waist and held her up with the sheer brute strength of his body as he plunged himself inside of her, again and again, until she was nearly crying with pleasure. Finally, she couldn’t hold back any longer and came hard, flooding his member with her ecstasy.
Weston growled loudly into the air and she felt him tensing up inside of her body, shuddering before unleashing the hot, violent torrent of his load. His eruption was more powerful and lasted longer than any other man’s that she had experienced, and she cried out loud as it enhanced the pleasure of her climax. She could feel the hot liquids pooling between her legs as he pulled himself out of her. They were both panting hard, and he gave her a handsome grin.
“The shower is in there,” he said, gesturing to a door behind her. He flopped onto the bed and watched her with his golden eyes as she reluctantly disappeared.
Chapter 6
Melanie was sore the next day. What had started out as the best sex of her life had quickly turned even better when Weston decided he couldn’t wait for her to come back and surprised her in the shower. She had ended up spending the whole night at his manor, her body being used in every way imaginable.
The man was hot-headed and hard to please for the most part, but in the bedroom, his dominant spirit had proved irresistible. She struggled to focus on her newest round of band flyers, but was interrupted by invasive thoughts of Weston’s perfect body and animalistic appetite. He couldn’t get enough of her and seemed able to sense when his straight-forward attitude toward sex got her hot and bothered. He would respond accordingly, providing them both with an indulgent night of steaming passion that left it almost impossible for her to walk two steps without flinching the next day.
And yet, she was still hungering for more.
As if on cue (she would swear the man truly was psychic), her phone buzzed with an alert from ComeShift. She turned away from her computer screen and immediately checked the message. It was from Weston. Her heart thudded hard in her chest as she considered what he might want to say. Maybe she had left something in his bedroom and he wanted to return it. She only dared to hope that he might want to see her again.
“I have been smelling you all over the manor all day. I am picking you up at 5:00.”
She put her phone down without replying. She knew it should bother her that he was making the plans and calling the shots without even asking her if she wanted to see him. But for some reason, it just made her want to see him even more. She couldn’t wait for 5:00, but she didn’t want to give the impression that she was just some hopeless girl who would follow a man’s orders. Instead, she would wait without replying. Maybe he would feel insecure about treating her like he could just boss her around. But she had the sneaking suspicion that she would probably do anything that he asked of her.
***
Weston pushed his chair away from his desk and checked his watch. If he was going to see Melanie by 5:00, then they would have to leave now. He had gotten pretty consumed in his work, but it would have to wait. He had other things on his mind, and when Weston Randall wanted something, he got it.
He had been pacing around in his bedroom all morning, the smell of the night before causing him to howl in anguish. He wanted more. Immediately. But she was gone. He had taken her home himself. They both had other lives, surely, but the smell of her was driving him wild. He couldn’t get her out of his head.
He pulled on his jacket and headed out, calling for his chauffer and taking out his phone. She hadn’t replied to his message. But he wouldn’t take no for an answer. If she was having second thoughts about being with a shifter, he could change that. If she was interested in seeing somebody else though, he would just have to persuade her that she would never need another shifter on the ComeShift app. Not when she had him.
Finally, the limousine was ready and Weston hopped inside eagerly. He glared out the window impatiently until they were finally in front of her apartment building. He walked inside and took the elevator up to her floor. He anxiously walked through the hallways until he reached her apartment and knocked on her door.
He was there precisely at 5:00, and waited at the door, tapping his foot impatiently. He could hear the soft sounds of movement from inside. He could sense her apprehension, but beneath it, he could smell her lust.
Finally, she opened the door for him, her face wrought with worry
and anxiety.
“Weston, I don’t think…”
“You can’t hide what you want,” he said, pushing himself into her apartment and closing the door. “I can smell you, remember?”
His body was so near to hers that he could almost taste her desire. The scent was intoxicating, and the wolf was immediately hungry.
“I…”
He fixed his golden eyes upon her and she trailed off. Her heart was hammering in her chest and she knew that there was no way she was getting out of this.
“I’ve thought about you all day,” he said, slowly coming toward her, his handsome, pensive face not letting her out of his sights. She swallowed hard, running her hands through her long, dark brown hair.
“I’ve thought about you too,” she admitted.
“That’s what I thought,” he said. He looked around fondly at her modest décor, then turned his eyes back to her. Her face. Her body. “This place smells like you.”
He was hard immediately, his wolf overwhelmed by the power of her scent. He was suddenly no longer in control of himself and gripped her shoulders, kissing her passionately. She moaned, instantly on fire as his middle pressed against hers. Despite how sore she was, she allowed him to take her right there on the floor of her apartment, once, then twice, until they were both almost satisfied.
Chapter 7
They were just starting a fifth round when Melanie’s phone buzzed and vibrated. The ringtone was Tanner’s, and she stopped grinding against Weston, wondering what he might want.
“Who is that?” Weston asked, his face suddenly dark. “It’s a man.”
“How do you know that?” Melanie asked, raising her eyebrow at him.
“The way you reacted. Do you love him?”
“He’s my best friend,” she replied, “so yeah. In a way.”
Weston glowered and smacked the phone away from them, off the end table.
“Don’t answer it,” he ordered. “You’re here with me right now.”
“He’s just a friend,” she said to him, her blue eyes boring into his.
“And I’m your lover,” he retorted. “So get with the loving.”
He shoved himself inside of her again and she groaned, overcome with bliss before she had the chance to pick a fight with him over Tanner. She immediately forgot the conversation as her body was overwhelmed with pleasure again.
When they had finished, she lay against his chest. He was spent for now, but it was hard to tell when her scent might drive him to the edge again. But for the time being, his handsome face was content, and he was lounging on her bed with her body draped over his rippling, muscular abdomen.
“So I saw you on a magazine cover,” she said softly. “I didn’t read the article though. How did you make all that money?”
“I’m a good businessman,” he said with a grin. “And actually, you know that app we met on? I designed it. I make a killing off that.”
“Wow, really? That’s impressive.”
“Yeah, really.”
“Have you hooked up with a lot of women on there?” she asked, trying to keep the jealousy out of her voice. After all, this was just a hook up. It didn’t mean anything. It probably meant nothing to him, at least. Especially if he was the creator of a hook up app.
“A couple,” he admitted. “But none of them have ever awakened the wolf in me to this extent.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” she laughed.
“No, actually I don’t.”
Weston turned his golden eyes onto her and fixed his gaze upon her. She felt frozen in place as the sincerity of what he was saying sunk in. He had never demanded to see the other girls the next day. There was something about her that he thought was special.
“I don’t want you talking to other men,” he said with a pout, looking away from her and folding his arms over his broad chest. “I’m not talking to any other women. And I wouldn’t dare. You’re all I can think about.”
“That’s a little possessive,” she said with a short laugh. “I don’t think we should commit like that until we both know for sure it’s what we want.”
“It’s what I want!” he barked, turning his fiery eyes back to her. She shrank back away from him.
“I’ll think about it,” she said, feeling uncomfortable with the idea. It wasn’t that she didn’t love being with him, but possessive guys were usually bad news. It could sometimes lead to a lot of conflict like it had with Jake, and even abuse. She didn’t want to stand for that and would do her best to avoid it if she saw it coming.
“All right,” he said, rolling to his side and standing up. He wasn’t facing her, and she let her eyes greedily roam his perfect body, his back, down to his ass and muscular legs. He was incredible. “Well, my driver has been waiting outside long enough. I think I should probably go get some work done.”
He pulled on his clothes and she sighed inwardly, wishing he didn’t have to cover up his beautiful body or leave her apartment. But she had things to do too, she realized, and if she got caught up in this wealthy, handsome stranger, she might end up sacrificing her band’s career. That’s not something that she felt willing to do.
***
After Weston left, she checked her messages. Tanner had simply been curious to find out if she had gotten to hook up with any of the shifter men yet, and told her to call him so they could talk about his new girlfriend. It would have to be a patient woman who stayed with Tanner, who was always partying and looking for government and paranormal conspiracies. She loved him, but she was worried he might never find the girl for him.
She called Tanner back and they chatted briefly. She told him as much as she dared to about Weston, and Tanner was shocked.
“The Weston Randall?!” he exclaimed. “I love that guy! He’s the reason I’m writing my book on the government’s attempts to oppress shifters!”
“I’m glad to hear it,” Mel sighed, considering whether or not it would be a good idea to tell Tanner about how possessive her fling had gotten. It might be better to help her friend maintain his illusion.
They spoke a little more about her steamy night with Weston before moving on to the girl that Tanner was dating. They had met in an online forum, which meant that they were both probably into the same conspiracy stuff. That was a relief, but she was worried that her friend had planned a date to meet her that night.
“It’s no different than using a hook up app,” Tanner said with a laugh. “Don’t worry, it will be a meeting in a public place.”
“All right…”
After they hung up, Melanie got back to making the band’s flyers and thinking about Weston. Her body was aching in all the right places, but she wasn’t sure she could handle a man who was so possessive. And yet she couldn’t get him out of her head. Maybe he would plan another date with her. He had gotten serious about her quickly, and she had to admit she was flattered and relieved that he hadn’t been able to get her off his mind. Maybe it would be all right.
It was late before she finally finished the flyers and sent them to Tammy and George for a once over. She fell into her bed, suddenly catching a whiff of Weston’s scent. She didn’t know if it was a cologne or what, but he smelled rich, like cedar trees. It was a rugged scent that drove her wild.
She fell asleep, dreaming of him all night long and the ways he might use her body if given another chance.
Chapter 8
Weston got an alert saying that Mel’s website had posted new content. They were playing a gig at another bar, and since he had finished up his work early, he decided it would be good to reward himself with a chance to relax and listen to Melanie’s incredible voice.
He dressed his best and headed to the bar, his mind single-tracked and anxious for an opportunity to see Melanie again. She drove him wild. She was the only human woman who had ever been able to handle it when he unleashed his full power on her. She not only handled it, but she reveled in it. She loved it when he took her as much as he loved doing it. Never h
ad he met a sexier woman with a more voracious appetite. It was exactly what a wolf needed.
When he arrived at the bar, Weston found a concealed table and watched her perform from afar. He gazed around the room, his eyes narrowed as he took in all the men in the room as they stared at Melanie – his Melanie – and enjoyed her performance. He wasn’t sure he could stand the male attention, but she didn’t give any of them any notice. It wasn’t her that he didn’t trust though. It was other men and what they were capable of.
He’d been with a human woman before, who had a long and tangled up history with human men. They were ruthless and cruel to her, and had taken advantage of her time and again. The stories she had told him were enough to make him furious. He no longer trusted human men. If he was going to be with a woman, he would protect her and make her his alone. No other man would dare to come within arm’s reach of her unless he okayed them first. It seemed dangerous for her to be in such a public space, stared at like this by men who had evil glints in their eyes.
He could smell cruel intentions just as easily as he could smell Melanie’s arousal. Several of the men in the bar were leering at her, imagining in their minds what they would do to her if given half a chance. It had his blood boiling, but he tried to focus on her and forget what he was sensing.
When the set was over, Melanie smiled out at the crowd before disappearing off stage. He met her between the bar with a grin. She was surprised, but he could also sense that she was excited to see him. The mere sight of him seemed to do it for her now, making her hot and unleashing that scent he couldn’t get enough of.
“Weston,” she said, smiling at him.
“Good evening,” he replied with a low bow.
“Hey, your set was incredible,” one of the untrustworthy men who had been in the audience said, interrupting their conversation. It was a man who had blood on his hands, Weston knew. A man who was ruthless and unkind to the gentler sex.