Chapter 7: Between the Devil and a Round Bossom

Ludovic's POV

Amber and a handful of men circled around us to salvage what was left of the sudden change of merriment. A mild quizzical look drooled over their faces as they mumbled indistinctly amongst themselves. The rest of them remained seated, poking and turning their necks to catch a glimpse of the situation.

Her body was arched backward like a ball room dancer, with her hair falling straight behind her head. This was the perfect moment were the gentleman plants a gentle kiss on the lip of his lady, but she was in no state to return the kiss- a stolen kiss.

God! She smells like breakfast, ready to be devoured without napkins.

I bent on one knee to gather her petite body in my arms properly. I lifted her into my arms and stared into her face, examining her thin arched brows. Her hair covered a fraction of her face rested against my chest. The centrifugal urge to tuck her red hair behind her ears to behold the beauty they wield was too powerful to tame, but I had to tame them anyway.

What a shame!

"Call the doctor." I called out to Amber, raising my eyes to her.

"The line is broken. It's been damaged for a month now." She replied, parting Iris's lids to check for a sign of life. When nothing out of the ordinary happened, she placed a hand on her forehead and shrugged. "She'll be fine."

"You can't be sure. We still needs a doctor." I prompted.

"I'm as sure as the truth. She had too much to drink for a first timer, that's why." Amber smiled. " A good rest will get her back on her feet."

"Wow!" I breathed, bringing my eyes down to the sleeping first timer still wrapped in my arms.

"Take her upstairs." Amber breathed, dipping a key into my left pant pocket. "Room 003. Second room on your left."

"Thank you." My eyes were still glued to the beauty lying in my hands. I swore that she was next in line to my mother.

"Stop gawking at the lady in distress, Ludovic! She needs to rest." Amber slapped me at the back.

"Ouch!" I turned and made for the concrete stairs that led to a narrow corridor of rooms on both sides. I turned my focus from Iris' face to the stairs and picked my steps to the top.

"Second room to your right." I muttered to myself, recalling Amber's direction. I stood before the oaken door, and concentrated the 'sleeping beauty' on my shoulder to reach for the key in my pant pocket.

I drew the key out and inserted it into the key hole. On the second right flick, the wooden door creaked open, revealing a blue-carpeted cozy room that had a middle-sized bed in the midst. A biege coloured blanket overlay it with a lamp post sitting regally on a mahogany cabinet. A bathroom was en suit the room on the right, with the door slightly left ajar.

At the fairly large window cut out from the left wall of the room was a cotton curtain held taut by a curtain holder. The bríghtness of the full moon peeped into the room from the window which caused a bulge in my veins. I felt Odin wagging it's tail and pacing about inside me. Its restive growl made my eyes glow crimson red, but I shut it off with a blink.

It's a bad time to go primal in the woods, when the solution to all my problem was right there in my arms.

Four years ago, Laura had told me I'd find the fixer at the Mourning Sun Motel. She said the fixer would be in distress, but what the witch didn't tell me was when the fixer would come by, nor a good description of how she looked like.

From then on, I'd frequented the Motel, and became close to Amber. Too close to the middle aged woman that I was beginning to see a part of my bedridden mother in her.

I pulled back the blanket and snugged her beneath it. I stole one last stare at her and pinned her hair behind her ears. The softness of her milky skin against mine sent cold shivers of uncultivated pleasure down my spine, exploding through every nerve in me.

She was right here. What stopped me from stealing a quick kiss? Just a kiss. No one would know a thing as long as no one saw a thing.

I bent slowly and closed my eyes to savour the impact of her plump lips against mine. I thought it was going to be a quick kiss, but the spark left me caged and rooted to the spot. I captured her lower lip between mine, drawing a long kiss from it before shifting to have a full course of her waiting upper lip.

Fuck it! She tasted oriental.

Since my mother fell ill, I had shut my body off from sensual pleasure. She was my prized possession. But Iris was different. Even without making any effort, she had my heart jitterbugging and my wolf panting.

When it dawned on me that I was breaking all moral limits, I broke off and rose to clean myself in the bathroom.

"Don't leave me too." She muttered between closed eyes. Her right hand held my shirt as if she was using me as a shield against a looming threat. I felt her caged wolf howling unto my wolf, begging to be free. Odin rose on its hind feet, letting out a long excited howl.

This could only mean one thing. Mate.

Her lids parted halfway, with her grey eyes fastened on me. She held out her hands stretched to me, and repeated again. "Don't leave me too."

Worried, I sat beside her at the edge of the bed and held her hand in mine. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Stay."

"I'm here, Iris.''

"I like the sound of my name on your lips. Can you let me taste how it sounds too. I have a feeling it'll sound so fucking good."

She rose up to face me. Her dress was pushed down a bit, revealing too much of her large breasts to me.

I turned away, fighting the arousal. 'If she continues this way, I swear to the moon, I'm gonna make her pay.' I thought to myself.

"Are you all right?" She sounded half sleepy and half conscious. Her voice also had a tinge of slutty whisper to it, which made my eyes glow. I only feel this way when I was aroused.

It's been a long way from home.

"Yes I am," I turned to look at her again. What I saw made my jaws drop to the ground with my wolf salivating impatiently. She undid her dress, revealing fair bare breast begging to be sucked, and a net thong covering her forbidden fruit.

"I think it's cold in here." She rose up to her feet on the bed to allow the dress fall unhindered below her straight legs. She crawled to where I sat and crouched over me, pressing her rock hard nipples against my heaving chest. "I think you're hot too," she whispered into my ear, licking the lobes noisily.

My dick pulsed to life, ready to be exploited in ways it had forgotten. Electric currents sent carnal impulses from my chest to every excited nerve in my body. It was becoming truly hot all of a sudden.

Damn!