Off to a Good Start

    He was the size of a beast. When he first drove into her, she could feel him fill her so completely that she lost herself to the experience. So ready for him. He glided in and out of her with slow, even building thrusts. Even when he lost it and came, she responded to the core deep fiery bursts of his completion. Her own extended with each rush of heat. Now that heat settled in her belly and kept her mellow. She wanted to purr like her fox. But she resisted. She dozed through the fuzzy pleasurable high he left her with.

     When she woke, he was returning to bed with a couple of glasses of red wine. “I’m surprised you don’t have any hunting trophies on display.”

     Malcolm made a face. “I make enough conquest at work. I don’t need to be watched by things I kill. It always seemed gory and wrong to hunt for sport.” Melody studied Malcolm’s face for a moment. A wolf not lost in the hunt. This was new and different. But to protect her secret, she said nothing more. “I’d rather hunt for the next big deal or a new lover than kill some unsuspecting animal who’s just trying to survive.”

      Melody didn’t fool herself, but she resisted pointing out that his job was to make or break businesses. Innocent people often lost their jobs when they did theirs. It was sadly the price of doing business. He was still a wolf hiding in a tailored suit.

      “Enough talk of work. We’re here to have fun and I’ve only just learned everything about you. You were born and raised in Toronto. I’m familiar with your education. What are your passions and interests outside of work?” Melody had to think about that. She couldn’t lie, but she couldn’t say she was a healer. That was a shifter specific profession.

      “You’ll think I’m crazy.” Maybe if she phrased it right, he wouldn’t connect it to shifters.

      “Come, tell me.”

      “I make natural products. Salves, tinctures, perfumes, personal products like that, and I sell them to friends and family.”

       “That’s an interesting hobby. How did you get into that?”

     “My mother. She made things like that for our community.” She wasn’t lying. That’s where she learned most of what she knew. She hated not telling him that after this weekend that very thing would take her away from the job she love and her life here. Melody could feel herself mourning her life here already.

     “You’ve never mentioned your mother.”

      “Yeah, that’s a personal issue, and we didn’t talk much.”

      “What about your dad?”

      “Never knew him. He came into my mother’s life and left the same way. Before you ask. He knows I exist, but requested that we have no contact.”

      “Ah… One of those situations. I’m sorry.”

      “Don’t worry, I survived without him just fine.”  

      Malcolm listened to Melody, and he could tell she was being guarded as she spoke. That was fine, it made this weekend for fun. So, why did he want to hunt the man down and shame him into being the parent he should have been to Melody? That was a question he needed to unpack later.

     “I’m getting a drink. Want a glass of wine? I have the wine you always order when we’re at lunch for business meetings chilled in the wine cooler.”

      “That sounds perfect. I’d love one, please.” He smiled and left the bed to go to the kitchen. Melody watch the ripple of bare muscle as he walked from the room, beautiful and graceful in his bare form. Gods, the man didn’t have a bad side. She could watch him all day as he walked around here like that.

     Malcolm was in the kitchen pouring the wine, and his mind slid to the broken condom. Again, he debated telling her about it. He’d knotted her, which was rare to do with someone who wasn’t your mate. But it happened. When he enlarged further inside her, it must have stressed the condom too much, but he’d not felt such pleasure in a long time. Even now, his shaft thickened at the thought of plowing into her sweet, hot depths. His interest return at the mere thought of the experience and now he wanted her again.

     Melody couldn’t help but notice Malcolm’s sexual interest had peaked again, as he walked proudly into the bedroom with his shaft bouncing against his belly. Gods, forget the wine she just wanted him.

    “Hmm… Is this a new take on coffee, tea, or me?” She pointed at his hips with a teasing smile on her lips.

     “Oh, it could be.” He return her smile as he handed her a glass of wine.

     “Thank you.” She took a sip and put the glass on the nightstand. “Hold on, stay right there.” Melody approach him as he stood there with one knee on the bed. She took his glass and put it with the other one. When she returned, she was on her hands and knees, her lips open and her eyes on her price. His hard shaft. Malcolm smiled, pleased as she took him in her hands and mouth, petting, licking, caressing, …he gasped… biting him.

     “That’s it Mel, baby. Suck me, come on, don’t be gentle. I like it rough. Suck me like you want it all. Get greedy.” Her actions changed and she get more aggressive. He leaned over her back and toyed with her bum. That dark little forbidden hole. Malcolm was delighted to see her bum welcome his touch. Even though her waterfall of hair hid his view of her face, he could feel her actions. He slipped a finger past the tight resistance and caressed her intimate region. “Look at you. I knew you’re built for all kinds of pleasure. You love sucking me, don’t you? Oh yeah, do that again.”

      Melody felt her excitement explode as he explored her body. His words encouraging her on. The power of finding how much control she could get over him was heady. His hands now found places on her body that sent her senses spiralling. His scent was in her nose, his taste in her mouth, his fingers found her eagerly responding to him.

      “You’re so ready for me. So, perfect. I love how you open so readily. I can smell your need.” She could hear the wolf hiding in his voice. He was lost in the hunt for pleasure. “Enough, we aren’t doing quickies. You’ll learn to love the slow burn.” Melody quickly understood Malcolm was into long foreplay. She felt her core weeping at the thought of him taking his time with her.

      She was right. This weekend would be what memories were made of.