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.
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
Malcolm paced the cottage’s spacious living room, searching the late afternoon outside the window. He kept expecting her to drive up and come in with some surprise, but she hadn’t. Gods, where was she? There was no note. Her things were gone. His enforcers had searched for evidence of where she could have gone. All they could find was a security video of her leaving their territory. She’d been alone in the vehicle, at least. But she didn’t say anything about leaving. Had he done something wrong? He knew nothing really about her family. Could she have had a family emergency? Why wasn’t she answering her phone? He was useless at finding her, because he kept following her scent back to the bedroom they shared. Jordan called and informed him that her apartment was the wrong address, or she’d moved out. The neighbours weren’t home to ask anything else. What was going on? People don’t just walk away from their lives like this. He couldn’t stay here any longer. Every
Melody missed working in the office. She enjoyed healing well enough. But it didn’t make her happy. She felt like a fraud and a failure. No one was ever happy around her and it boggled her mind how many women came to about either, then asked how she found working outside of the den. One or two even asked how they could do it. The greatest fears were being excommunicated from the den, and the large population of wolf shifters. Melody couldn’t mention that she worked with wolf shifters. It was bad enough when her pregnancy became obvious. The Elder women of the den loved the idea of a new kit or two around the den until she wouldn’t name the father. Their tune changed to a more malicious and quiet tone. They said nothing to her face, but their words got back to her through Ellie. Ellie who now moved in with her to the old and rundown apartment. The tiny place was too small for her healing practice, to load because they surrounded apartment with public spaces, and ther