“Nice place you have here. I love what you’ve done with the scenery.” Malcolm knew her eyes never stopped eating him up. He could feel her gaze and it went straight to his head. That wasn’t the one on shoulders either. Gods, she had him hard just getting out of her car and looking at him. The electric excitement of this new encounter had him walking down the stair to her almost bowl legged. When he finally stood before her, his fingers tore that bun from her hair and tangled there while his lips came down on hers, demanding a deep, longing kiss. Malcolm didn’t rush it. No, he savoured her sweetness. That lavender and vanilla curled around him, hopping up his need to explore every inch of her. His memory went back to her words in his office this afternoon. She’d let him find out if her panties matched her bra.
“That’s better. No more buns here, and that was an improvement to that first greeting.”
“Really? You won’t just take me against the warm hood of my car? Just flip my skirt up and tear my panties away. Then screw me to an inch of my sanity?”
“Later, I want you inside. Dinner is ready. We’ll fortify ourselves before we truly begin.” Malcolm took her bag and her hand. Melody saw it. He ran the show, on his schedule. But if she played along, he wouldn’t disappoint her. So, she let him lead her into the luxury cabin. He dropped her bag off in the master bedroom with its king-size bed and wall of windows. The scenery was breathtaking inside and out. Once that was done, Malcolm wrapped an arm around her and tucked her against his hot, hard body. She could feel his wild strength and she eagerly awaited experiencing it unleash on her willing body. She wanted to lose her panties because they were in the way and so wet with her eager anticipation. Gods, every minute without him going at her felt like forever.
The only thing she did on the long drive here was imagine encounter after encounter with him. Gods, she had it bad. Malcolm would be the only one to cure her of it.
The cottage was a far cry from a cabin. It was a second home. In the dining area, he had the doors open to the outside and the cool evening breeze filtered in over a beautifully set table. The fireplace across the room was lit, as were several candles. He’d set the scene and now he was playing with her.
“Have a seat. We’ll eat first. Maybe go for a walk and I’ll show you the beach.” They sat at the table, but being so close to him and breathing in his scent, Melody couldn’t sit still for long. It was like a punishment. Her body ached for his touch already and she’d barely been there ten minutes. Now she needed to compose herself and get through dinner.
Local fish cooked to perfection, greens and a crusty bread dipped in olive oil. The tastes were divine, and he got close, insisting he feed her. His hands were always touching her, stroking her bare skin.
Melody returned the favour by feeding him, too. Slipping from her jacket and opening more that a few buttons on her shirt. The once tailors shirt now gaped open seductively, welcoming him to gaze at her breasts longingly. Anyone but an Alpha would have been distracted. But Malcolm had a plan, and he was on a mission. Though he stopped long enough to touch the top of her tanned breasts.
They finally got to dessert. It felt like time stood still. A lush sponge cake with fresh berries and whipped cream. In the process of feeding the cake to Melody, Malcolm dropped some on her breasts. With an apology, he smiled, and his lips raked the rich creamy morsel from the tanned curve of her breast, and he slowly ate it. Melody arched toward his hot breath and tender lips, whimpering softly when his lips left her wanting flesh. “I want to show you the beach, then we can come back here and perhaps revisit that.” He meant his teasing her breasts.
“Hm… Sounds intriguing. I’ll follow you wherever you wish.” Melody didn’t want to see the beach, but if that was what it took to get his pants off. She stood and slowly stretched like a cat, her open shirt momentarily let her bra covered breast free for his viewing as he still sat, and her breasts were at his eye level.
Melody found his face back at her breasts, feasting like he’d not eaten in days. “Thought you wanted to show me the beach.” She smiled fondly at Malcolm, where his cheek was pillowed by her breast.
“Yes, the beach at sunset. My favourite time of day. Come. He didn’t wait for her. She couldn’t walk because he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.
Laughing, he left the cottage for the nearby beach. There was a boathouse and a dock. Adirondack chairs sat there for their viewing pleasure.
There, he placed her in a chair before he took the other. “If we’re lucky, we’ll see a loon go by.”
“The sound they make is so haunting I always get shivers. It reminds me why people believe Canada is so haunted. It’s set up like that.”
“Yeah, like anything could be out there just past the tree line and we’d never know.”
“Hmm… Just like anything could happen here and they would never know. So what have got planned for this weekend?”
“That depends on how well we get along. I figured long walks, swimming, bubble baths, a private boat tour, and anything else our hearts desire.”
“Hmm… that sounds wonderful. I hope you don’t mind if I get more comfortable.” She wanted to tease him a little.
“Go ahead.” He took his shoes off and stripped off his socks. Gods, even his feet were strong and sexy.
Once he was done, Melody stood and slowly raised her skirt. “I figure I should thank you for the lovely dinner.” She slipped her passion soaked panties from her body and with one finger she gifted them to him.
He put them to his nose and drew in the scent of her passion. The smile he gave her was well worth it. “I believe the sun is down and it’s time to return to the cabin.”
“I’ll follow you anywhere.” With her own shoes in her hand, she directed him to lead the way. It wasn’t far and as soon as they were inside, the shoes hit the floor and he was embracing her in a passionate kiss. The evidence of his desire stabbed her belly, insistently seeking the depths of her passions.
Just like in business, Melody delivered. Her playful nature was temptation itself. It was all he could do to contain his desire to sink into her for hours. He could smell her scent of her desire over her perfume. Like him, she felt the need to shed her business shell and open herself fully to their experience. They didn’t need to talk about this being only for now. When they agreed on it, she made it clear in the coffee shop. She was steaming hot with her purple bra and bare feet. She was so horny that when she walked her hips gave him come hither vibes and he’d follow them. In the cottage again, she kissed her, drink in her pliant curves and eager kisses. They made it into the bedroom, and she excused herself so she could use the bathroom. Now he stripped down to only his pants. Clothing was too restrictive. Gods, he so rarely of this worked up over a woman. But for him, he was riding the high. Melody was scrambling in the bathroom. She could feel her foxish nature
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
Malcolm would not let her leave the bed. He brought everything to them that night. Never in his life did he have to resist doing something. But he felt it was too soon. Malcolm didn’t want to scare Melody by restraining her too soon. Now he felt the weekend wouldn’t be long enough to explore everything and get her out of his system. This was their first night together and he could keep himself out of her tight core. Just the thought of driving into her again only amplified his urge, seeing if he could knot inside her again. She wouldn’t forget this weekend until the day she died. He’d make sure of it, because he didn’t want to be the only one remembering it. Malcom pulled her onto the bed, and he sat against the headboard. She watched him, eager to follow his instructions. “Straddle my lap, but not close enough for you to take my shaft inside you. See? Lean back and hold your ankles. Now thrust you hips up towards me. Good girl. Excellent, you’re so open and hmmm… ready for an
Melody used the bathroom after Malcolm returned. When she returned, he was asleep. She drank her wine as she watched the night through the wall of windows. Gods, if there were eyes out there looking back, they must have a great show. She couldn’t help but touch her bare flesh, remembering what his touch felt like and how it made her feel. She feared that she’d want to get used to being with him. But even if she stayed, they’d agreed it would end Monday. When they left this place. Her heart wept at that because she couldn’t harden it now. The fun and games were too real right now. She had to remind herself that this was for the best. That she couldn’t maintain this. Right now, she was all too aware of the surrounding scents. The scent of their mingle passion lit up the room. Even after a shower, she could smell him on her body. It did things to her that made her knees go weak. Now she’d climb into bed beside him and attempt to sleep. When she slipped naked into bed with Ma
That aggressive nature found its way into a heated encounter there on the shore, with him taking her like the animal he knew he was. It was all he could do to not lose himself and bite her. The urge was stronger than ever before, and it scared the crap out of him. This he had to unpack before he went too far. “What time is it?” He’d knotted inside her again and she tried desperately not to say she knew what that meant. Melody prayed her birth control would work because him taking her like this was bliss incarnate. “Four thirty-four. Why?” She couldn’t tell him. Gods, she should have taken a scent blocker half an hour ago. “It’s nothing. I’ll be back in a moment.” She grabbed her daypack and moved into the tree line. Crap, she was screwed if he scented her fox and with all the sex, she was sure her fox would fly her colours from here to North Bay if it weren’t for the pills. She popped another pill and tried to hang out while it took effect. This was a mess she cou
She tried to speak; he saw her lips move and his hand gripped his shaft harder. His mind’s eye seeing those lips wrapped around him earlier. “I’m going to ask again. Should we go slower?” “As you wish it, Sir.” “Good answer.” He turned the dildo back on. This time, he changed the tempo of the vibration. Her back arched as she felt it. He’d have to do something with her soon. His hand wasn’t cutting it to soothe his desires. With a feather, he traced her body, breasts, belly, inner thighs. She was lost in her space, and he gloried in a job well done. He toyed with her, intrigued by her in every way. Now he was getting lost in his own focus. Now he had time to think. Time passed, and he stretched her desires out. Slowly wringing her of her resistance. His mind went to the things he’d thought and felt that were so different this time. Oh, each encounter was different, but this one. This one had teeth and legs. He studied her legs from every angle. Touching and
Melody returned to the sleeping Malcolm, saddened knowing that she’d have to leave. She climb back into bed with him and lay there until morning came. In the bathroom, she got ready for the day. Packed her things and tucked them back into her overnight bag. Melody found Malcolm in by the fire. It was raining outside. She stood at the windows, watching it for a long while. Her mind trying to go over where she could have lost the scent blockers. Gods, she felt like a fool. She couldn’t ask Malcolm for help to look for them. He’d ask her what they were for and, as a wolf, he’d know if she lied. Melody wandered the main room where she’d left the daypack, hoping against hope she’d find the bottle in a corner or some hidden place. But she had to be subtle about it. So she pretended to look at artwork and organize the already clean room. “Everything alright Melody?” “Just restless, I guess. Maybe it’s the rain.” “Hmm…” Melody knew that sound. He didn’t buy it.
Malcolm awoke alone. He stretched and found the place beside him was cold. Sitting up, he went still, trying to locate the sound of her moving around. But everything was silent. Worried something may have happened to her, Malcolm searched the building. Nothing. She wasn’t inside the house. He started looking outside and stopped dead in his tracks. Her car was gone, her bag too. She left without a goodbye. He checked again for a note, nothing. Malcolm stood there stunned, in disbelief. No goodbye, no reason for leaving early. He tried to call her phone, and she didn’t pick it up any time he called. Finally, he called Jordan and told him what had happened. Jordan told him she’d probably explain on Tuesday when she saw him. That maybe she had a family emergency and reminded him about the cute Ellie. She’d not wanted to talk about it. Perhaps that was the case. He still wanted to change the rule of their agreement. Now it would have to wait. He cleaned up the