Passions Aftermath

    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 surfacing, and that worried her. So she took another scent blocking pill. Gods, please don’t let him notice. She only needed to get to Monday morning without him discovering her shifter nature and beast. Beast, what a bad word for her perky and excitable delicate fox. She knew she didn’t run, nope; she flitted from place to place. Too cute to be scary. It annoyed her because no one took her seriously.

      She brushed her hair and fixed her makeup. Praying the pill would kick in before she left the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, Melody questioned her sanity. Now, with her shirt gone and her shoes, Melody looked at herself in the mirror. Her passion showed on her thighs in the bathroom lighting. That she would leave, her pheromones would heighten his experience, her nipples thrust hard through the lace of her lavender bra. Her hair curled in dark reddish curls past her shoulders and framed her breasts. With a quick spray of her perfume, she left the bathroom after pasting a come-hither smile on her face. She wouldn’t feel guilty about this. It was her choice, and she wanted memories of enjoying at least some of her life.

     “I’m glad you waited. I hope you won’t be disappointed.” She walked toward the most godlike looking man she’d ever seen, and he was hers for the weekend.

     Malcolm stood framed by the darkening sky like some god of wrath overseeing his domain. He’d run his hand through his perfect hair, and it only made him look more ruggedly dangerous. Melody wanted to eat him up.

     “I can wait for perfection. You’re beautiful. Come here.” He sat on the end of the bed, took her hand, and guided her between his thighs. “It’s time. I want to see the entire package.” With that said, his arms wrapped around her waist. Malcolm’s lips and tongue tasted her soft flesh. She gasped as he slid her skirt zipper down and she felt her skirt fall and hit the ground. She stepped gracefully from it and kicked it aside.

     As she did, Malcolm removed his pants, and they made a pile on top of her skirt.

     He drank in the sight of her. Those lush breasts of hers weren’t purchased, they were proudly bursting their confines of that purple bra. Purple was his new favourite colour. Against her darker skin, it framed and accented those firm globes.

     Malcolm felt his desire race through him like an electric shock. He was so hard it almost hurt. She slowly opened the front clasp of her bra and then they were free of him. Only him. The wave of possessively surprised him. Gods, this was a new feeling, but he would tuck it away to examine it later. Right now, he was about to feast for a second time tonight. This time, he’d satisfy the hungry wolf and his need to procreate.

     This time, when he embraced her to him, his thighs made space between hers, forcing her to straddle his raging shaft as he buried his face between her breasts. Feasting on her scent and silky flesh. His hands splayed over her curvaceous hips, angling her exposed core to him. Her weeping depths begged him to thrust deeply into her. But he would not rush this encounter. The more build up, the bigger the explosion, and he’d shatter her. She’d want no one else after this.

    That thought gave him pause. He’d never wanted to do that to a previous lover. The urge was never there before. So, he packed it away with the other renegade thoughts. It might just be the wine.

    He held her in place when he explored her thighs. When she moaned, he moved her to the bed and laid her on her back, splayed out for his continued exploration.

     “You’re a hot little thing, aren’t you? Well, that will benefit us both.”

      “You don’t know the half of it.” Melody found his shaft and her hand fit him like a glove. She knew how to tease him with her body. Her lips never came near his shaft, but her touch drew his desire higher, and he panted breathlessly, careful not to find his completion. “Enough of that, honey. It’s my turn.”

     Two could play these games. Malcolm moved one of her feet from the floor, parting her thighs wide for him. Even there, she was perfect. Built for action and pleasure. He watched her carefully as he explored her thighs and core. Gods, she was a blessing, so responsive. Arching to his hands, her scent intoxicating him as he played her body like an instrument. She was gorgeous in her need. There was no hiding the fact that she truly felt it all. Gods, he wanted her.

      Melody was riding the roller coaster of her desire. This was a new high for her and she didn’t want it to end. Gods, please let this go on again and again. “Malcolm, please. Please, I need you. Take me.”

     Malcolm grabbed an open condom pack from where he placed to on the nightstand. With it on, he returned to Melody and settled into her. Even with the condom, he’d never fit like this.

     Then the genuine pleasure began. Malcolm drove into her with powerful thrusts. He couldn’t go faster because his thighs shook with intense pleasure, shooting through his nervous system. This so rarely happened that Malcolm didn’t want to waste it. He struggled not to howl. Never had he achieved this state so quickly. He felt like a match flaring to life and burning brightly. Gods, so perfect. He wanted more. Shifting their position so he could sink further into her. He watched her eyes as she lost her control, a silent scream on her lips as his crashed down on hers. He worked his way through her orgasm. Gods, he felt every second as it elitist his completion from him. They finally settled on the bed. That’s when he realized this had been more. He’d knotted inside her. That the heavens human women didn’t know what it was. He’d just stay inside her for a few minutes.

    Melody lay panting. He was still inside her. Thank the gods for condoms. She could feel he’d knotted inside her. His brain might register her as a human, but his body knew. She could feel the aftershocks of his completion. It felt like hot and so deep it trigger her orgasm to go longer than normal.

     “The was…”

     “Amazing… And just the beginning of our weekend.” Malcolm promised. He had to have another go at her. She was too good to be true.

     Eventually, he left her dozing quietly in bed. In the bathroom light, he was surprised to find the condom had torn. He wasn’t worried humans rarely got pregnant with shifter pups when they weren’t mates. He’d only have to worry if he was with another shifter. Melody was human. It should be good.

     So, why was he freaking celebrating at the back of his mind that she might be pregnant soon? His mind was betraying him and his life’s rules. Melody already had an entire weekend. Perhaps he could get her out of his system by then?

    Now for round two of fun and games bedroom style.