Dressage

  Adrian took me to a large building that smelled of horses. Inside was a beautiful huge riding arena and rows of stables. “Aricela?” He called.

  A pretty blonde popped up from behind a friesian who was chilling in his stable. She smiled sweetly at Adrian but scowled when she spotted me. “Oh. You brought one of the dogs.”

  “This is Kate. She does… horse things. I thought she could take Misty’s spot.”

  “I really do need to replace Misty. Get Vanilla ready. Everything’s labelled. Bring her into the arena and I’ll test you.”

  “One date doesn’t count as an ex.” Adrian said.

  “It does if they really like you. In fact, if they really like you, eye contact counts.”

  “You werewolves are far too complicated.” He sighed. “Go and ride. I have things to do.”

  “Coward.” I snapped. 

  The horse I’d been given was a flea bitten grey. Someone had already groomed her but I cleaned her hooves to be on the safe side. She wore beautiful brown leather and a bright blue pad. I found a hat that fit and rode Vanilla into the arena. The other horses were decked out in the same tack and their riders wore matching outfits. I felt a little out of place in my scruffy stable clothes.

  Aricela’s frisian stood proud and intimidating in the centre where she barked orders. I quickly fell into step with the ground. Vanilla was a very sensitive horse who listened to my every command. Despite my lack of dressage experience, having such a good horse made it easy. 

  “Not bad.” Aricela said. “You look like a mess though. I’ll get you the uniform.” 

  “Thanks.”

  I sighed. “Is this about Adrian? Because he is not worth fighting over. I’m not even going to marry him if I can get out of it without hurting my pack.”

  “Why wouldn’t you?”

  “Because I don’t want to be forced into marriage?”

  Without Adrian, I had no idea how to get back. In the end, I climbed up a pile of hay bales and lay down to take a nap.

  I was woken up by Adrian poking my shoulder. “You should be careful.” He said. “Some men would love to find a beautiful wolf laying here, ready to ravish.”

  “Are you trying to be cringey or is it an accident?”

  “Shut up. Do you want to head back? Or live out a common fantasy?”

  “Those books are apparently very popular. She told me I should read them, learn what a lady wants.”

  “Not into incest?”

  “No.” I pushed him away. “Not here. It’s uncomfortable.”

  He didn’t push it, leaping up and handing me back my shirt. “Maybe there’s somewhere more comfortable in my rooms. Bed, shower, dining table.”

  “That’s more like it.” 

  As soon as we arrived back in his room, Adrian strode over to the window and opened the curtains. The view was amazing, we were so high that the world below seemed to be a completely different planet. 

  “Strip and get on the table.” Adrian said. “Facing the window. I want the world to know what I’m doing to you.”

  “I don’t think anyone can see in here.”

  “All in good time.” He removed his shoes, jacket and tie before sitting down, with the back of his chair in front of me. He was still just watching me. 

  “Go on.” I poked him with my foot again. “Do something.” He grabbed my ankle and held onto it.

  “On your back.” I lay down, folding my hands over my stomach. He moved closer, lifting the ankle that he was still holding. 

  “I’m just getting cold here.” I teased. I yelped as his hand cupped me between the legs.

  “That help?” He smirked. I whined as he began to move his hand, eventually sliding fingers inside me. He’d worked out what would have the most effect by now and within minutes I was making some sort of bizarre noise of pleasure as I got closer to that release. “I love the noises you make.” Adrian said. “And your face when you come. I should fuck you in front of a mirror sometime you can see.” He flexed his fingers, pushing me over the edge. “Like that.” He kissed me roughly as he moved a hand to my chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. He let go of my mouth and began to kiss along my body until he reached my chest, latching onto a nipple and sucking at it. I gasped, partly from the shock and partly from how good it felt. “I love your tits too. Who’d have thought a wolf would be so fucking hot?” He twisted the fingers still inside me. I screamed, it was almost too much for my body to take. “You ok?” Adrian asked, suddenly sounding worried, concerned he’d gone too far.

  “Fuck yes.” I moaned. “More.”

  “Yes!” I cried as another orgasm ripped through me. 

  “The fun I could have with you.” He kept his hand in me but moved down, lowering his face until it was between my legs. He propped my leg up onto the table and adjusted me until he was happy with the position he had me in. Once he was pleased, he latched on, sucking and biting while twisting his fingers. He’d made a good choice. I’m pretty certain there was no build up, I was just exploding in pleasure, my nerves on fire. 

  “You have some sort of superpower.” I panted when he grew bored of eating me out and returned to playing with my nipples. 

  “I’m a vampire. We can calculate outcomes extremely well. I like to apply it to all areas in my life.”

  It was kind of hard to get into this voyeurism fantasy when all I could see from this angle was black. But I had enough going on below my neck to occupy me. I came another two times before Adrian finally did and stilled. 

  We stayed there for a while, neither quite able to breathe. There was something to be said for being able to roll over and nap after sex. But eventually, Adrian seemed to regain the strength to scoop me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, and carrying me into my room. He sat me on the bed and began to look through my clothes, eventually handing me some underwear, a pair of shorts, and a camisole. He helped me dress, which was probably for the best. I wasn’t feeling very good. Once I was dressed, he tucked me under a blanket and disappeared, returning in his own pyjama pants with a couple of bottled waters and a bottle of wine. “Do you want food?” He asked.

  “Not really.” I admitted. “I kind of just want a cuddle.”

  He nodded. “If that’s what you need.” He climbed on the bed next to me and snuggled up to me.

  “We don’t talk much.” I mused out loud.

  “I got the sense you don’t want to talk to me.”

  “Oh. I don’t know what I believe anymore. What I have with Anthony is supposed to be more special than anything else. He hasn’t even sent me a text and I’ve practically replaced him. But it makes sense. We’d only been together for twenty-four hours when I left.”

  “So, you’ve only had sex with him, what? Once or twice?”

  “I didn’t know you were practically a virgin. I should have asked but you were acting like… fuck. This was a mistake.” He turned to leave the room and then seemed to remember something. He got back into bed with me and wrapped his arms around me. 

  “What are you doing?”

  “Oh. Thanks.”