Alpha Wright's Rogue Luna

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It was a pleasant day, not too hot and not too cold. Just the kind of day that the lonewolf loved. She was a loner. And she loved to spend time with herself. 

The wind swept the caramel strands of her hair onto her face and her bar of chocolate as she brought it close to her mouth.

"Damn it!" Noelle Moore cursed as she picked the hair stuck to her bar of Hershey's Cookies 'N' Creme, feeling nauseated by the blood flowing into her head. Still, she decided that she was most comfortable in her current position, hanging from a tree branch; her legs buckled on the branch the only thing keeping her from falling and breaking her neck.

"So sleepy.." She pouted to herself. She hung there, contemplating whether she should take a nap in that position or not. She looked down at the ground, embedded with shiny grey rocks. An unfortunate way to die.

'Maybe I should skip the nap.' She sighed to herself.

"Oh, Noelle!!" Her sharp ears picked up the distant annoying voice of her good friend, Samuel followed by the scents of her other fellow rogue friends; Kade, Jordan, Ashton, and Benjamin. What did they want?

Her wolf growled in her head. "I don't want to socialize right now."

Noelle rolled her eyes as she held her chocolate in her mouth, swinging forward, holding the branch with one hand and the tree trunk with another, letting go and taking her chocolate from between her sharp teeth only when she was sure she was fully balanced.

And I, my little black fur ball, don't want to socialize ever. She told her wolf who growled again in warning, "I am not little!"

Noelle's wolf was smaller than the average female wolf, owing to the fact that she was only half a wolf, the other half a fragile human who died giving birth to her. But she was faster, more aggressive, and calculative. In her seven years of rogue life, not once had she been hit by a silver bullet or injected with wolfbane. Of course, she had got scratched, bit or almost torn to pieces but she always managed to escape, and the wolf healing made sure she had not one scar.

Noelle's lips curled up in a devious grin as she watched her undoubting friends reach the foot of the tree she was perched on.

"Where is she?" Jordan wondered out loud, ruffling her coal black pixie cut, highlighted in purple at the tips. "Her scent is everywhere." 

Well, that might have had something to do with the dancing she did around the woods pretending to be a lady in a period drama.

Noelle decided that Ashton was her target. After all, he was the most annoying one of them all.

"Heads up!" Noelle called as she jumped down, landing on Ashton and tripping him backward in the process. She laughed as she got back up on her feet, taking another bite of her chocolate.

She turned around and smiled smugly at the guy who was sitting up, patting the dirt off his arm.

"Noelle!" Samuel hugged her from behind which she happily accepted.

Samuel was her favorite person in the whole wide world and she had a crush on him until she found out that he was gay and then he later on found his mate, Ashton, Noelle's least favorite person for obvious and petty reasons.

"We need your help girlie." Kade moved forward, standing next to his mate, Jordan.

"With?" Noelle flipped her hair, knowing exactly what they needed help with. There was only one thing they ever needed her help with.

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Noelle smiled at the receptionist flirtatiously, biting her lower lip which she had overlined with bright red lip gloss as she leaned onto the desk, giving him a generous view of her cleavage, all the while twirling a few strands of her hair between her fingers. This was a game she was a master at.

She had changed from her usual hoodie and shorts combo to a red V-necked dress, pairing it with nude heels. She travelled with a huge bag of essentials which was now hidden inside a hollow tree stump in the woods.

She always carried them around, because she had learned pretty early in her life that men's brains were between their legs and a generous display of sexiness was all it took to get her whatever she wanted.

"To what do I owe the honor of having such a lovely lady stay at our humble motel?"

She quirked an eyebrow. Had the sleaze ball swallowed a Jane Austin for breakfast or something?

"Bianca." She sensuously forwarded her hand, cringing at the condition of his nails. She made a note to herself to wash her hands as soon as she got into a room, lest she catch some disease.

"Chris." He blurted out, shaking as he held the hands of the little minx.

"I want a room." She cooed. "But I am not sure how long I will be here."

"You can stay as long as you want," Chris said, dazed.

"How much should I pay in advance?" Noelle asked, her voice low and husky.

"You don't need to."

Chris handed over a key to the neatest room in the motel, the only one with both the geyser and air conditioner working.

The business was slow until nighttime when couples visited the cheap motel to tend to their carnal needs.

The man had seen several people come over and over again with different partners. And he kept tabs. He made money off of it. It was his side business.

So what if he lost the customer? He was paid the kind of shush money that he wouldn't make if that person visited him every day. And the luckiest part of this business was that no one ratted him out. Because people wanted others to suffer the way they did.

And since not many were going to check in at this time of the day, he made it his topmost priority to cater to the needs of his new guest. Any kind of needs.

As he stood there, leaning on the front desk, imagining the things he would like to do to the goddess staying at room number seventeen, the desk phone rang and the call was from the same room.

His heartbeat picked up and his little friend twitched in his pants.

He cleared his throat before he picked it up. "Yes ma'am?"

"Busy?" Her voice was as seductive as it could be.

"N-not at all." He was too excited.

It was the first time such a goddess had visited his motel, that too alone, and she had called him.

"Wanna come up?"

Of course, he agreed, with no shame or hesitance.

"I will be right up." He was about to put the phone down when she added,

"You have any toys you could bring with you?"

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Noelle took her sweet time walking over to the door, opening it ever so slowly and revealing herself to the sleazeball.

He gulped visibly as she licked the chocolate off her finger, sucking on it. The Hershey's kisses she had brought with her solely for this purpose. Okay, maybe not solely.

"Come in." She purred as she held on to the door.

The man walked in, internally thanking the heavens for such luck.

'His member is pretty big.' Noelle chuckled lowly as her wolf growled, "Don't even think about it."

Noelle closed the door and pressed her back against it as the human watched, his lustful eyes roaming her face, legs, and chest.

"Strip." She commanded and the man placed the dildo, condoms, and handcuffs on the nightstand and did as asked, excited for the kinky fuck he had imagined. "And lie down on the bed."

When she got him where she wanted him, she straddled his waist and the man groaned as his little friend rubbed against the vixen's butt through the rough fabric of her skimpy dress.

Noelle leaned closer to his face, his foul breath fanning hers, and brought his arms up, cuffing them together, the chain trapped between rods on the headrest.

The man looked up, his excitement visible in the sweat on his forehead, the hike in his heart rate, and the dilation of his pupils.

"Close your eyes." She whispered. "And open your mouth wide."

She reached out for the dildo. She wanted to suck it and give him a show but she wasn't taking any risk after where all it could have been before. She got straight down to business, plunging the pink sex toy into his mouth, all the way to the back of his throat, gagging him.

His eyes shot open and welled up with tears as he choked a bit before he could breathe again.

"See ya," Noelle smirked as she hopped off the bed and gathered his clothes. Chris wriggled on the bed, kicking with his free legs but to no avail.

Noelle locked the door behind her and tossed the clothes and key out the nearest window.

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