Soon his cum hit the back of her throat in a long, endless stream; he let out a deep moan as he came, his essence flooding into her mouth.It lasted for minutes before he slowly withdrew his cock from her mouth. He was still hard; his cock, thick with veins winding in all directions, appeared to have doubled in size. Fuck.He looked down at her, his eyes boring into hers, observing her closely."Swallow." It was a command. She could see the molten flicker of his wolf in his gaze.And she swallowed without hesitation."Good girl," he said.He pulled her to her feet and lifted her effortlessly into his arms before gently placing her on the edge of the desk."I want to fuck you," he growled as he shifted to stand between her legs, his cock pressing against her pussy.His mouth found hers, and they kissed with such deep hunger that it shook her to the core. He moved his lips over hers and sucked on her lower lip. She moaned deep in her throat and drew incredibly near, wanting more.When
The next morning Annette woke up feeling a bit disoriented. She ached in different places. She could feel the soreness in her muscles, the ache in her bones, but the sensation was not unwelcome; it was strangely satisfying.She forced her eyelid open and looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand and saw that it was still early. Why would she be up so early? She thought, stifling a yawn. It was 5:30 am on a Monday morning. Shit.She really needs to get out of bed; the weekend has come to an end, and it was time to dive into the new week.The incident that occurred the previous day came rushing back; her thoughts were suddenly flooded with images of their intimate moments, scenes of their passionate exchange.After she was discovered by Xavier in his office, he made it clear she was his in every way possible and that he was not done with her. He had fucked her into oblivion, first on his office desk, then the couch, on the floor. He had finally carried her to his bedroom, where they
Although she had staff to open and manage the day-to-day running of her shop, she wanted to get started on time to meet up with the orders coming in.Perhaps she could have breakfast with Xavier before he left for the office.Annette hurried into the bathroom, quickly brushed her teeth, and dashed through the fastest shower of her life.She slipped into one of Xavier's bathrobes and walked back into the bedroom.Xavier was securing his watch on his wrist and fixing his hair in front of the mirror when she stepped out of the bathroom.He looked at her through the mirror, his face contorted into a frown when he saw that she wasn't going back to bed."Why don't you go back to sleep? There is still plenty of time," he suggested, his voice dripping with displeasure."Not happening. I have a lot of things to take care of, and besides, it is Monday," she stated, with a quick shake of her head as she headed for the bedroom door.Before she could even touch the door handle, he was on her, slam
He kissed her with intense need and urgency, pressing his solid body flushed against hers.The kiss became deeper and rougher, taking her breath away, and by reflex, she parted her lips, granting him entry, offering herself completely, and his tongue slipped into her mouth. Their tongues intertwined as the kiss deepened and became heated, as their lips moved in sync.The feeling was mind-blowing and intense; Annette moaned when he pulled on her lower lip, sucking on it like it was the sweetest thing in the world.Even after the intense intimacy and passion of the previous day, and the still lingering aches and soreness that filled her body as well as the sensitivity of her pussy, lust and need consumed her suddenly and fiercely; it took hold of her in a heartbeat.Xavier thrust his tongue between her lips in a steady rhythm, making love to her mouth, fucking her lips.The movement of his tongue awakened her desire, making her shudder in anticipation as heat pulled in her belly.Annett
"Oh Xavier," she murmured as she moved her body against his fingers, bouncing up and down, gripping his shoulder for balance.Xavier's thumb rubbed her clit as he thrust deep inside her.All she could do was focus on the feeling of his fingers sliding in and out of her pussy st a steady pace; she could feel her juice dripping down her leg.She couldn't argue with him; all she could do was focus on her breathing and hold on for the ride.He held her against the bedroom door as if she weighed nothing, gripping her firmly yet lightly, one of his hands braced under her thigh, spreading her legs wider, and the other, fucking her pussy with three of his thick fingers. Desire deepened his gaze, turning his eyes to a stormy midnight, striking against his ember irises. So powerful and commanding, yet there were times he treated her with a gentleness that left her breathless.But not at the moment. Because at the moment his breath was uneven, filled with desire, and his grip on her thigh unwea
And by explain, Annette knows it involves his fingers or cock inside her already sensitive pussy.Damn. She knew that she couldn't possibly go again as her pussy was so sensitive from the abuse it had endured, but her body and thoughts were saying otherwise. She doesn't think her pussy can handle another session of fucking at the moment or a repeat of another toes-curling orgasm, so she shook her head. No, there was no need for him to go over it again; she totally got the message. Yet, his fingers were still buried deep inside her, and despite the fact that she just orgasmed, her body responded to the feeling of his fingers inside her. He slowly slipped his fingers out of her dripping core with deliberate care. A glistening stream of her arousal followed the slow departure of his fingers, dripping down her thighs, and she whimpered from the loss, as she felt the emptiness where his fingers had been.Fighting to regain her breath, she let her weight rest on the bedroom door for supp
"Come here," he spoke, motioning for her to come closer. She eased off the bed and walked over to where he stood by the door. She was halfway across the room towards him when awareness hit her and she stopped moving. Her body responded to his every command instinctively, as if his presence robbed her of control.Sensing her hesitation, he stepped forward to bridge the remaining distance. He wrapped his arms around her waist and tugged her against his broad chest, pressing a swift, firm kiss on her lips. "Treat yourself to something special, whatever you want. It matters to me that you feel content here by my side." He spoke, gently brushing his fingers across her cheeks.Whatever she wants, Xavier should stop giving her ideas, she muses."Alright, Xavier. Go on, head to your meeting— you don't want to keep them waiting." She said, with a little smile trying to act like the submissive woman he wants her to be, just for now, just for today; she will choose her battle wisely. "Have a g
Her aunt's voice was becoming more heated, getting louder, signaling that she was starting to get really angry. Annette sighed, already anticipating the scolding and reprimanding that is about to follow. This was the last thing she needed at this point. She began to pace; the thick carpet of the living room muffled the sound of her footsteps."It is not your house, Auntie, you are now staying with me, or have you forgotten already?" Annette asked. She made an effort to be as gentle as possible, but it was the honest reality.Not long ago, Annette decided to move out of her aunt's place and live on her own. It was hard, especially since she was the family's only source of income.Her aunt got remarried, and her new husband moved in to live with her aunt. He took the small money Josephine had saved for her alcohol and bit her, and after endless arguing, Josephine opted to separate from him. The marriage lasted for a brief four months before Josephine arrived at Annette's front door, her
Keeping her cell plastered to her ear, she watched the streets flash by. It seemed to take forever to reach the studio, but it could only have been a few minutes before she was paying the driver and racing up the steps of the apartment building.“James! James, where are you?” she called out, shouldering her way through the open door to the studio with her heart in her throat. Her gaze scanned the floor, still splattered with ceramic work and sculptures, expecting to see the tall form of her cousin stretched out on the floor unconscious, or worse.Nothing. She moved farther into the room, craning her neck to check the corners and between the clay drying rack in case he’d fallen and the debris from the place being ransacked had fallen over him. The door clicked shut behind her and the lock turned. Frowning, she straightened. The door had been open when she’d walked through. “Hello, Annette.”She whirled around to find James standing with his back to the door and a smirk on his lips. R
She’d fucked up, good and proper. Wolves, people, had died because of her, and she’d lost Xavier’s trust. He’d left her in the lift. Just walked away, leaving her to trail after him, but it was no good. He’d shut the en-suite door on her as he’d showered. When he’d dressed, he’d thrown a keycard on the bed. “So you don’t play any more games with my people. Damien blames himself, you know? One of the dead wolves was his nephew.”Misery clogged her throat as she stood by the door, arms wrapped around her waist. As if it couldn’t get any worse, now she had a face to put to those who mourned. When Xavier left, she dragged herself through the motions of showering and dressing. Stretchy, comfortable clothes with her hair dragged up into a messy bun. She didn’t plan on going anywhere but the sofa, after a trip to the kitchen to raid the freezer for ice-cream. Rocky road, chocolate, hell, plain old vanilla would do. She needed something sweet to gorge on before the tears collected in a lump
Sliding her hands between them, she pushed at his stomach. Her fingers pressed against the rock hard abs and she almost lost her train of thought as the need to explore beckoned. With an effort, she kept her focus and managed to put some space between them. He nipped at her neck, the small pain from his human-blunt teeth making her gasp as she eased her hand between their bodies to stroke him through his pants. He stilled, hands flat on the mirrors either side of her head and his lips millimeters from the skin of her throat. Not waiting for her next move but a primal force barely restrained. Tension and anticipation thickened the air, making it difficult to breathe. She found the button in his waistband and rolled the tip of her forefinger around it, stretching out the moment. Then she flicked it free, her movements speeding to yank the zipper of his fly down with a harsh metallic rasp. She needed to touch him and instinct told her that she didn’t have long to do it.His cock sprang
It was at least an hour later when Xavier pulled open the door and slid into the backseat of the limo next to her. Worn out emotionally, she stayed curled up in the corner, watching him warily as they were driven back to the Michaelson building. He didn’t look at her once, not once, and the set of his jaw told her he was still furious. The silent treatment continued as they headed inside, Annette forced to trail after Xavier like a puppy who’d disappointed its owner. No one in the foyer looked at her, not even the uppity receptionist. Anger and grief hung so heavily in the air that she, a mere human, could practically taste it. How many of them were related to the wolves who’d died?She followed Xavier into the lift, her throat thick with tears as the doors closed behind them. Somehow, she had to make this right. “Xavier,” she started, reaching out to touch his arm. “I’m s—”“No,” he snarled. Knocking her hand aside, he shoved her against the wall, his big hand closing around her th
As she observed the battle, an elf lunged at Xavier with a blade from the back.Annette flinched in fright and called out to him in warning. Xavier twisted with lightning speed, sidestepping the elf. He moved faster than she expected, which surprised her. He rose from the ground, balancing on his legs, his paws stretching outward as his claws tore through the elf's abdomen.Blood spraying all around them and pulling at his feet. He lunged forward, his fangs sinking into the elf's neck, ripping his head from his neck in a single motion.His fur was soaked with blood, his fangs were red with blood dripping down his mouth and running down his jaw and neck.Annette felt her face drain of all colour; a wave of nausea surged up her throat at the brutal and violent act.She watched as the life drained from people in front of her. She stood frozen as death was unfolding right in front of her."Oh God," she whispered in sheer horror. The steps and streets below were bathed in blood. The were
Annette walked out of the building housing her cousin's studio, and she instantly felt a shiver coursing through her.Annette immediately grasped the gravity of her situation. She realized that she was in danger.Alarm bells went off in her mind, and she felt a rush of fear running through her body, and every fiber of her being urged her to escape."Come on, guys, take a look at what we have here." Said a deep male voice mockingly, and Annette cautiously turned to face them. She found herself enclosed by what resembled a group of bad-looking guys who kept throwing lustful glances at her. Their skin was pale and dirty, like they had been on the street for quite some time and hadn't taken proper care of themselves or had a bath in months. They had high cheekbones, a sharp jawline and delicate nose. Their hair was of different styles which looked dirty and unkempt, adorned in various bright, luminous hair colours.They were tall and lean with an athletic body and pointed ears. They were
This had caused an uproar in werewolf society, but no one was powerful enough to challenge it. When Xavier became alpha, he abolished those vile policies.But Xavier’s efforts to persuade his father had fallen on unresponsive ears.Had things been different, if his father had relaxed that single rule, Xavier would have never let Richard's marriage to Annette’s auntie stand in his way.He would have marched right into the guest house on the Michaelson estate where they had lived out of concern for their safety and made her his mate, bonded with her as his mate.Did she realize how many full moon nights he had spent watching over them, ensuring the rest of the pack didn’t approach but kept their distance?Fuck, the things he instinctively does for her.The guards filtered out as his phone went off. He looked down at his phone and noticed that it was an unsaved number. Who could it be? Could it be Annette? Was she in danger? Why did she have to disappear and get caught by the wrong peop
Find mate. Find mate.His wolf had been agitated all morning, pacing and snarling in his thoughts, which had frustrated him since he couldn’t understand why, but the news after his meeting brought everything into focus.His mate was nowhere to be found.Xavier shot a displeased look at his subordinate; his anger was simmering past the point of control."You’re telling me a single human woman outsmarted you?" He snapped at the bunch of idiots standing before him.He was enraged and made no attempt to conceal it, his voice reverberating throughout the grand reception area of the Michaelson building.He had come back from another important meeting with a client to find the security team bustling all around the premises, and one of them had stepped into his office to inform him that Annette was missing. Annette had succeeded in outsmarting them all. Bloody fools."Yes, Alpha. We can't find her; we checked the entire building." Damien, the one he’d entrusted with the responsibility, kept h
The next item was a jacket, which she took from a hanger and threw on over her dress.Just before reaching the white door labeled 'restroom', her eyes landed on a wide-brimmed hat. She plucked it off a mannequin and set it on her head, altering her appearance.Perfect.She needed to move quickly before the werewolf bodyguard realized she was gone.She pushed into the ladies restroom and hurried to the last stall, throwing the door wide open.Her eyes fixed on the narrow window above the toilet seat, calculating if it was large enough for her to pass through.Placing her feet on the closed toilet lid, she pushed herself upward and maneuvered her body through the window.It was a tight squeeze, but she made it through. The ground below wasn't far, and she jumped down with ease.Landing on the floor outside the boutique building, she scanned the surroundings and realized it was an alleyway between the boutique and a restaurant. She quickly stepped out and found herself on another street