Chapter 5: The First Touch

“Hailey, are you alright?” she hears the husky voice next to her ear. Leaning against the bar top with her head in her hands as she tries to calm the acing feeling in between her legs.

Turning around slowly, she looked up. If he was much taller than her, she had to crack her neck to look up into those beautiful eyes.

Damn it, it is him again. He was standing slowly close to her so that if any of them moved an inch they would be touched. He takes her hand with one of his big hands and leads her toward the bathroom.

She has no ability to stop, and her brain not working, so she follows him. Her brain screamed at her to do something, anything.

You do not know this man. He could be a rapist or something. Even though Candice said he was a nice guy, anybody can have a dark side. Her body does not respond to her brain as it seems to have its own mind and just follows him like a lost puppy looking for attention.

Opening the door, he leads her in and locks the door behind him.

Before she could register what happened, he pressed her to his chest, his hand firmly around her waist. His month is placing open mouth kisses along her neck and collarbone. Still unable to move out of shock, a small moan escapes her lips as she melts into his arms.

His one hand travels up her top as one of his fingers slightly brushes against her left breast, making the nipple turn painfully hard in an instant. Even though the material, she could feel the warmth of his touch.

No, this could not be happening, she thought, as she had never felt such tenderness. She and Erick had sex but it was just got it done and over with. He never held her this tenderly, there was no kissing and no foreplay. He did not touch her like that. Did not even bother to touch her breast, to him it was just something on her body.

O God, what is this man going to me? I do not even know his name and now his touch is sending me into a sexual spiral that it feels as if I am a virgin being touched for the first time.

Even though her body responded to the tender touches and kisses of him her, her brain keeps telling her ‘I cannot feel, I will not feel. It is not real, all men just want sex with no love attached. They do not care what you feel, as long as they get what they want,

even if it means, in the end, a broken person with a heart that is unable to love or feel again.’

“You are so beautiful”, Brian’s voice is much deeper as Cayden has taken over wanting to feel his mate.

With his hand, he pulled her trunk top up and over her head slowly while placing his mouth where just a few minutes before his hand was. Trailing his tongue alongside her breast barely touching her nipple. 

Reaching her nipple, he takes it into his mouth, sucking and nipping at it. As his tongue traces her nipple in his mouth, she feels like she is going to explode.

Pulling down the zipper of her jeans with his other hand, she had no strength or desire to stop him. Still latched to her breast, his hands pull her jeans off till they are on the floor.

Her back hits the wall, then with one hand, he places her hands above her head in a tight grip.

“Keep them there, no moving, you understand” Cayden demanded softly.

Now standing just in her bra and her white lace panties she could do nothing but give, to his demand.

Losing his grip on her hands, he leaves her breast and takes her waist in both his hands as he kneels so his face is the same height as her stomach. He trials soft kissing down her stomach till it reached the top of her panties. With her panties still on, his tongue goes sideways alongside the top of her panties as he tucks on them with his teeth. His kisses then follow his one hand, which is touching lightly on her core, going slowly up and down till they reached her core, which was by this time overflowing.

She lets a moan escape her mouth.

“I know baby, I know. I also can not wait to get this hard crock of mine into your smooth pussy and fuck you so hard that you wither and scream for me to stop”

He then moves her panties aside and slips his middle finger over her wet slit of her femininity.

Hailey bit her lower lip in pleasure as she felt Brain’s finger starting to go in and out of her pussy at a slow pace. She felt a strange sensation in her start to build as her insides started to tremble with each stroke of his finger, feeling it deep inside her.

“Hay!! Why is this door locked”, someone shouted from outside the door.

As if cold water was pouring over her, Hailey came back to her senses. Placing her hands against his chest, she tried to push him away, but it was like trying to shift a mountain.

“Get off me!! I do not do love or any one-night stands or whatever you think this is” Hailey, hissed through gritted teeth.

Slowly, without looking at him, she bent down to get her jeans so she could put them on again, but before she could reach her waist a growling sound throughout the bathroom so intense it shook the walls. 

He was still kneeling in front of her with a tense-looking body that did not look good, as if he could rip something apart.

“Wh. Wha..what are..are..you?” she asks as she slowly looks down into two black eyes that stared back at her as if they could look deep into her soul.

Too scared to ask anything else, she picks up her top and quickly puts it on, still keeping an eye on him, but he does not move. She hurries to the door, unlocking it and running back into the bar.

What was that, she thought? She really has to get rid of those damn books that are messing with her head, so much so that she is now seeing and hearing a werewolf.

He was just a man. She should have stopped him, but it was as if she had an out-of-body experience wanting to feel the tender touch of someone that really sees her as a woman, not just an object.

Get a grip on yourself Hailey, you are going crazy. Her mind keeps telling her as she tries to calm her heart and forget the feeling of his finger inside of her and his lips on her flesh.

Getting back to the bar area, she feels again as if someone else is looking at her.

Turning around, she sees nothing and just goes on taking orders thinking that it must still be her on a high because of what just happened. Trying to calm her senses.