Things That Go Bump In the Night 2004

by Ashleigh Raine

  “A den says a lot about a werewolf.” He turned to face her, noting how relaxed she was in his presence. She didn’t fear him. That was a good thing.

  “And what does my place say about me?” Her teasing expression didn’t change. She crossed her arms, pressing her breasts together. He loved the view.

  “You spend most of your time in your bedroom.” He watched her color flood her cheeks and approached her slowly. “What do you do alone in here?”

  Sandy glanced past him, her scent changing along with her expression. “I’m sure I do the same things most people do in their bedrooms.”

  She couldn’t look at him, her naturally sweet scent changing to something a bit more tart, like lemons.

  “Show me your toys, Sandy.” He ran his hand over her shoulder, down her arm and then brushed over her breast, unable to keep himself from feeling her ripe nipple through her shirt, so hard it begged for his touch.

  Sandy stepped away from him quickly, turning, leaving him alone in her room.

  “It’s getting late,” she told him. “And I really appreciate your making sure that I’m safe.”

  Ralph smiled, taking one last look around her bedroom before following her out, shutting the light off in her room as he left. He found her in her living room, looking around it with an almost desperate look while she rubbed her hands together.

  “You will learn not to be shy around me,” he whispered into her hair.

  She shivered. Her scent turned sensual, making him crave her, drawing the beast in him to the surface. Something primal rushed through him.

  “I’m far from shy.” She laughed and turned to him, her eyes aglow when she smiled. “If I was, I wouldn’t have let you in.”

  “I want more than invited into your den.” He couldn’t keep his hands off of her. For so long, he’d waited to touch her, learn her body, learn her mind. “I want to know you, what you like, what you enjoy.”

  He cupped her face in his hands, running his fingers through her hair.

  “That’s the impression that I got.” She made a nervous sound, almost a giggle, and her cheeks flushed an adorable rose color.

  Her lips were moist, her mouth so hot. He kissed her, relishing how sweet she tasted. She responded, leaning into him while a mewling sound escaped her. His carnal side, darker than she imagined, aching to surface, forced a pressure through him making his cock throb painfully.

  Wrapping his arms around her, he crushed her to him, letting her feel what she did to him. A shudder ran through her when he brushed his hand across her back, and then gripped her ass. She was in perfect shape, not an ounce of fat on her.

  And he loved the taste of her. Releasing her mouth, he traced his tongue over her skin, nipping at the sensitive flesh on her neck.

  “Ralph. Shit.” She dug into his shoulders with her hands, while her head fell back, offering herself to him.

  If only she knew how much of her that he needed.

  Blood rushed through his veins. His heart pumped so quickly a ringing started in his ears. The urge to growl, allow the more primal side of him to surface sent a surge of electricity through him.

  “Do you know how badly I want you?” he growled, barely able to prevent the change from taking over his body.

  “I think so,” she gasped, clinging to him, her breasts smashed against his chest.

  She teased him with her body more than she knew. Her reactions to him were natural, not trained. He loved how she hadn’t become immune to her feelings, jaded from too many relationships.

  “I am going to make you want me that bad, too.” He needed her craving him, begging him to do what he would.

  And he would enjoy bringing her to that point.

  “Oh.” The one word came out on an exhale, sultry and willing.

  He sensed her desire to learn, her eagerness to be molded. Sandy was everything he had known she would be while watching her. Untainted, almost like a fresh flower. He could make himself believe she had saved herself over the years for him.

  But he wasn’t a fool. And he’d never been hung up on too many emotions. Sandy had hidden from the world ever since her mate died. He didn’t know the details. But her reason for not dating had nothing to do with him.

  He caressed her ass, savored how soft and round it was, ran his fingers over the place he craved to run his tongue. That special spot where her ass curved right before her legs.

  “Ralph,” she whispered, and leaned into him, stretching against him so that she could press her lips to his face. “It’s getting late.”

  “It’s never too late, my dear.” He wanted to caress the tender skin at the bottom of her rear end just a bit longer.

  And he ached to explore the rest of her, learn those special spots on her body that would make her melt. He wanted her to scream his name, beg him to do anything he wanted to her. But more than anything, he wanted to see the look in her eyes when she reached the edge, right before she toppled over and exploded for him.

  “Ralph.” She said his name again, adjusting herself in his arms.

  He knew she fought her own urges, that she had tried to push him away just now and failed.

  She leaned against his arm while he caressed her. Her expression was so flushed, the need building in her. He could see it in her eyes, the way her mouth formed an adorable circle as she struggled to keep from breathing too quickly. Running his fingers over her lips, the heat from her almost burned through him. Her jawline was firm, her neck so slender and fragile.

  Instructing her right now would make her balk. So he didn’t speak, just let her get accustomed to his touch. He ran his hands over her breasts, loving how firm they were. Her nipples were so hard, so sensitive. She quivered, gasping when he pinched one of them through her shirt. His heart pulsed so hard in his cock he wasn’t sure how much longer he could stand the pain.

  “Lift your shirt for me, Sandy.” He had to see her breasts. He loved large nipples on a lady and he was sure Sandy’s would be a perfect mouthful.

  “We shouldn’t.” She nibbled at her lip, searching his face while she hesitated.

  “If I lift it I might tear it from your body.” He didn’t want to scare her, knew she wasn’t ready for everything he needed to give her. But with her in his arms like this, he could only hold back so much.

  Sandy looked down, moving slightly backward while her hands moved to her shirt. She moved so slowly he thought he would explode. More than anything he wanted to grab her hands, pin them behind her, and yank the material away from her, exposing her to him.

  She raised her shirt, revealing her soft mounds. She didn’t wear a bra, but he had known that already. He guessed she had dressed simply in preparation for running with the pack tonight. Most of the times when he saw her, her attire was modest. Bra included.

  “So perfect,” he murmured, knowing they would be.

  Full and round, her breasts were more than a handful. And her nipples, a soft brown, large and puckered into hardened nubs. He cupped her breasts, her soft skin so warm against his touch. She cried out when he rubbed her nipples, the rich scent of her desire filling the air around them, mixing with his own lust, bringing a fever into his already tortured senses.

  “Okay.” She backed away from him, pulling her shirt down quickly, and crossing her arms. A shield against him. “You need to leave now. It’s late.”

  She didn’t look at him, but turned toward her front door.

  He followed her. “I’ll stop by tomorrow. And when I do, I want to see your toys.”

  She looked up at him quickly, a protest on her lips. But he gripped her jaw, preventing her from answering by kissing her. She didn’t stop him, didn’t try to push away. He knew he pushed her, but that was the only way he could get her to open up and give him everything he needed from her. And it was the only way she would be able to offer all to him she had suppressed for so many years.

  “I…I don’t have anything too exciting.”

  He smiled, acknowledging her acceptan
ce of what would happen when he saw her again. “Then maybe I will bring you a gift.”

  Chapter Three

  Ralph didn’t tell Sandy what time he would be by that day. And she would not sit around waiting for him to show up. In fact, she wasn’t even sure she wanted him to come over. He’d been so demanding the night before, so sure of himself, and very confident in how she would react to him.

  “I think that is all of the Halloween decorations.” She brushed her hands off on her jeans, squinting against the brightness as she walked out of the storage shed.

  “Looks to me like it’s more than enough.” Beth Parks, Sandy’s daughter, made a face while staring at the boxes on the ground. Her cell phone rang, and she looked almost relieved.

  Sandy hated her daughter’s phone. It never quit ringing. “Halloween is a wonderful holiday. I don’t understand why you don’t like it.”

  “I never said I didn’t,” her daughter said and then answered her phone.

  “We have a big gym to decorate.” Olson Full, the principal of the pack’s new school, looked proud over the fact.

  Sandy smiled at the young werewolf. He should be proud. They had one of the largest packs in the Midwest, and one of the few who could boast they had their own school.

  “Well if you don’t need me anymore.” Beth had hung up her phone. “Duty calls.”

  “Of course.” Olson smiled at her daughter.

  And Sandy didn’t miss the hidden glance he gave her while he looked her over. But all the werewolves noticed Beth. She was so pretty. Her daughter had eyes only for her mate, though. And Sandy couldn’t be more proud of the fact that Beth was now queen bitch. She took on the responsibility as easily as she ran her private law office.

  “I guess I should be going too.” Sandy didn’t know why she wanted to hurry off too.

  Olson nodded, turning to walk the two of them to their cars. She had no reason to hurry off. Just because Ralph said he would see her today, she shouldn’t go home and sit and wait for him to make an appearance. She wasn’t really looking forward to him showing up anyway.

  I want to see your toys.

  Her heart skipped a beat at the thought. No matter what she’d done all day, she couldn’t get his comments out of her head. As she drove home, her hands moist on the steering wheel, she couldn’t stop herself from glancing around, checking to see if he was anywhere near.

  “Good grief. Stop it,” she scolded herself while she pulled into her garage.

  The werewolf wouldn’t control her like this. She had done nicely over the years, raising her daughter and helping the pack when she was needed. Her life was full. She was happy. Stressing over this over-pompous werewolf would only bring her grief.

  Her house was quiet, peaceful and clean. Just the tranquility needed to soothe her frazzled nerves. Her heart raced faster than it had before she got home, anticipation forming a ball in her stomach. She kept glancing toward the windows every time a car passed down her street.

  She was more nervous than a schoolgirl. This was ridiculous.

  “He shows up, or he doesn’t.” Talking to herself didn’t calm her. But maybe a hot shower would. And no, she wasn’t showering for Ralph. She’d been working outside all day, sorting through decorations for Halloween. She would have taken a shower even if she weren’t expecting company.

  She hummed one of the songs the cubs had been singing in school that day while she showered. Her pussy was so soaked that she hardly needed soap while she shaved, her thick cream making it easy to run her razor over the most sensitive parts of her pussy. And afterwards, some of her special oil that her daughter had given her for Christmas one year made her feel especially sexy. She rubbed the scented liquid over her body before toweling dry, and then slipped into her favorite robe.

  None of the pampering calmed her in the least. At this rate, if Ralph didn’t show up soon, she would be a frazzled bundle of nerves before the sun went down. She tied the belt that came with her thick terrycloth robe, more than aware of how the material brushed against her nipples.

  The way Ralph had pinched them last night had kept them oversensitive all day. They ached, craved more of his attention. In fact, who was she kidding? Every inch of her craved his touch.

  “This will not do.” There was nothing worse than a female who fell all over a man, flirting with him, begging him to do whatever he wanted to her.

  All that did was spoil a werewolf. Ralph would think he could just stop by on a moment’s notice and get a piece of tail without asking. And that was not going to happen. The man was aggressive. And she admitted that turned her on. But his pushiness needed curbing. There needed to be rules.

  Her nightstand caught her attention, the doors not quite closed on it from the night before. This was what she needed. No werewolf would control her body, be her only means of satisfaction.

  She stood, facing the small wooden cabinet where her reading lamp and alarm clock sat. Kneeling before it, she opened the double doors and searched through the contents inside. Her vibrator had to be her favorite toy. Quick and effective. After a long day she knew she could bring herself to a satisfying climax with it.

  But it wouldn’t take care of the growing ache, the pressure that built deep inside her pussy. She needed something larger, something more thorough. Pulling out the soft gelatin rubber designed to sheath the vibrator, she slid it over her hard plastic toy. The cover was the color of skin, giving her toy a lifelike look.

  “You are what I need tonight.” She ran her fingers over the cock-shaped sex toy, wondering how it compared to Ralph.

  Her pussy moistened in anticipation, the throbbing matching the pounding of her heart. After making sure the gelatin cover was secure over her vibrator, she moved to her bed. The ache inside her pussy intensified while she stroked her toy, imagining a real cock in her hands.

  She moved her fingers down to her pussy, the heat and thick musky smell growing stronger the second she moved her bathrobe to the side. Exposing herself, she smoothed her cream over her freshly shaven skin, the smoothness turning her on, making her excited, anxious to feel the hard cock she held in her hand deep inside her.

  Her heavy breathing made her mouth dry. She licked her lips, staring at her toy, and then brought it to her mouth, licking its hard round edge. Dipping into the source of her heat, feeling the thick cream wrap around her fingers, she soothed the inner walls of her pussy with her fingers. She felt her inner muscles contract while moist heat soaked her hand. The toy cock was hard against her mouth and she sucked it in, closing her eyes, imagining that she gave head while fucking herself.

  She moved on the bed, gyrating her hips while sucking the toy into her mouth, lubricating it so she could fuck herself. It would have to go deep, reaching that spot inside her pussy that she couldn’t reach with her fingers.

  Pulling the toy from her mouth, the first wave of her lust rushed through her, the pressure inside her pussy building, bringing her to the edge. The ache grew, intensifying while she arched into her hand, forcing her fingers deep inside her cunt.

  “Please.” She wanted just a little bit more. Needed to be brought over the edge just a bit further.

  But her hand wasn’t enough.

  Placing the toy at the entrance of her soaked pussy, the heat from deep inside her made her burn. The fire reaching past her cunt, surging through her body, had her arching, willing her orgasm to come. She was so close. Heavy throbbing in her pussy ransacked her senses, her breathing coming hard and heavy.

  “I’ve got to…” she urged her body, wanting so desperately to feel that wave of relief.

  Her toy cock slid inside her, filling her, stretching the tender pussy muscles that grabbed it eagerly. Pressure shifted, building, forcing her to stop just for a moment. She took slow, long breaths, trying to calm her body just for a moment so that she could ride out her orgasm.

  Rolling over with her toy inside her, she flung her robe off of her, too hot now to have it wrapped around her. On all fours, she
reached between her legs, pushing her toy deep inside her, fucking herself in her favorite position—doggy style.

  Gripping the edge of her toy, she began pushing it inside her and then pulling it out, slowly at first. The sensations rippled through her, filling her body with a need for more. Her fingers were moist against the gelatin, her grip against the smooth surface sliding. Moisture from her pussy saturated her toy, her fingers, her hand.

  She plunged the vibrator deep inside, striving to reach the source of her pent-up pressure. That one spot that needed attention, begged to be caressed, fondled, continued to be just out of her reach.

  Still the pressure built, the agony of her orgasm bordering on pain. She needed to come so bad.

  “Damnit.” Nothing irritated her more than not being able to get off.

  Sliding off of the bed, she pulled her vibrator out of her, her white cream covering the toy, filling the air in her bedroom with the rich scent of her lust. Almost drunk from need, from the intoxicating fragrance, she pulled her chair out from under her desk.

  “You are going to get me off,” she instructed her toy, staring at it as if it might answer.

  Centering it on her chair, she straddled it, holding on to it until it nudged against the entrance of her pussy.

  “Do what you’re supposed to do. Now.” She forced herself down on her vibrator.

  It filled her, pressed through her soaked cunt, stroked her inner muscles. The fire inside her burst into flames, heat rushing through her with more intensity than she could control.

  Her toy forced its way deep within her, hitting the most sensitive muscles that craved the penetration. The toy rubbed against that one spot that demanded satisfaction.

  Pressure inside of her erupted, the dam exploding, her orgasm flooding through her with wave after wave of molten heat.

  She rode her toy, holding on to the back of the chair, her leg muscles burning while she moved faster and faster, riding through her orgasm like it was the eye of a storm.