I could not just blurt out my name, or my father’s! I could not disclose to some stranger - as handsome as he was - who I was! The Malvak family is a renowned one and a special one, that was. The females born into this family usually suffered from an extremely rare genetic mutation, that’s what they call it, but I think it’s just a curse that is bound to our blood.
We had no scent, we had no wolf. No matter if the father was an alpha, if his Luna bore a daughter, she’d be born wolfless.. For a werewolf, that might have been the worst fate ever, but in our world, it meant you could easily slide around and move like a fish in water, because you were harder to be caught. Harder to desire, harder to mate.
I suck in a breath and something within urges me to play his game. A smile curls on my lips and I feel a bit of mischief tickling my senses. Despite the usual shyness and overall coy nature that is etched within me, one of my hands reaches upwards and my fingers touch his cheek, hesitantly. His eyes move from my face to my hand and a smirk curls on his lips.
“Not willing to at least give me your name?” he rasps out, grabbing my wrist roughly and stopping me before I could cup his cheek, but instead of pushing my hand away, he brings it to his lips and presses a soft kiss on my fingers, his eyes cutting back to my face, watching me with such an intense gaze I feel like he is taking the air right out my lungs.
“Does my name matter?” I mutter, a bit dazed by his tender gesture.
He didn't seem like the kind of man who was able to be tender. His shoulders were wide and larger, his arms might have been the size of my thighs. Every fiber of his muscle was almost visible and he looked like he could easily break me in half. He looked like a professional athlete. A swimmer… Was he one?
“I need to know your name so I know how to tag your number in my phone~” he growls out, in a sultry voice, making me blush like crazy.
Silence sets over my brain, because I was definitely not ready to hear such a thing right now. Didn’t this kind of thing end after one night? Was this not why the VIP room was made in the first place? For flings? For one night stands? For one and done?
Needless to say, the fact that he wants my number makes me all giddy inside. Maybe… maybe something like this could be fun! For a few weeks. A few more nights before the wedding~
I roll my eyes at him, deciding to play hard to get. I tug my hand free from him and his smirk widens slightly when I roll away, to the edge of the bed. With my back to him, I stretch slightly and allow my feet to touch the floor. I was not sure if I could get out of bed right now, but I’ll manage!
I feel his eyes on me, tracing my back, my waist, my hips, before they move back up to my head.
“Wasn’t this supposed to be a one time thing?” I ask, running my fingers through my hair, combing it backwards.
“It usually is supposed to be-” he answers a bit pensively. Maybe he finally realized we were not supposed to actually exchange numbers, or names or anything, and that makes me a bit anxious, because I definitely wanted to see him again. “And it can be a one time thing, again-” his voice lowered, into a menacing one. “- and again, and again-” his words trail off as he makes his way behind me, his lips pressing on my shoulder blade, his much larger hand snaking around me, resting on my stomach.
I feel something inside there flutter and I lean my head back slowly, looking at him through the corner of my eyes.
“Am I actually hearing this right-” I find myself chuckling at doubting the both of us right now.
“I’m not asking for too much. Just the occasional sex.”
He is blunt and I find that oddly disturbing and comforting at the same time. Knowing he was very aware of what he wanted was comfortable, but knowing I was not wanted for something serious, was a bit damaging to my self esteem. But Overall, it was a good offer, because I could not support a serious relationship. Not when-
“It does the both of us good-” he growls in my ear, his lips pressing a kiss right behind it, his teeth moving to capture my earlobe, his hand moving up to cup one of my breasts. “We both get the fun out of it.” he continues, “You enjoyed it too-”
He was not wrong.
His teeth move to scrape the skin over my shoulder and a surge of panic washes over me and I jolt out of his grasp like a spring toy, rushing to get out of his reach before he’d catch me again, covering myself with the first item of clothing I find on the ground, which is his shirt. I pressed his shirt against my chest, covering my body, my eyes narrowed on him.
That was a sensitive spot for me. It was were the mark of a mate would usually be laying and I could not stand the idea someone knew about me… or if someone tried to mark me. I could not go on with the marriage if someone laid their mark on me. I would bring shame to the family! To myself…
He remains sitting on the bed, his eyes pinned on me with that mischievous smile upon his face. Such a smug smile that I want to slap it out of his face right now. I’m itching to slap him actually. I can feel the tingles in my fingers itching to be scratched…
The man slowly pushes himself up, stepping out of bed, his moves slow, much like a predator, his eyes half lidded, his fleshy lips curled into a playful smile, peeling back ever so slightly, giving me a glimpse of his teeth and his slightly pointed canines. Damn, he was handsome! Too handsome for my own sake.
The white blanket slides off of his body, revealing to me the rest of his body. My breath hitches in my chest as my eyes slide down his abdomen, and stop right above his hips. Truly, a strangely erotic sight. There is little hair on his body and whatever is there, is barely seen since it’s pale and thin and I really wonder what lottery did he win to get such genes. The V line of his hips is sharply accentuated by the muscles around and he looks exactly like one of those marble statues some ancient Greek artist managed to shape to his desire.
Unlike me, he does not shy from curious eyes, and he even gives me the chance to process the fact that I am staring at his half erect cock, and I immediately feel like my own body reacts to it, asking for more of what he offered earlier.
He reaches for me and rips off the shirt, tossing it away from me, his hands grabbing me and pulling me towards him, pressing me against his body, making me aware of the horrible height difference between us. The top of my head barely reached his heart and my shoulders seemed to have been the width of his pelvis. At 5’2 i don’t expect to be too big but this… makes me want to cower.
His hands are soft, clearly he is not someone who works hard with his hands, and they move gently down the curve of my back.
“The way I see it, we are perfect for each other right now. I’ve been searching for someone like you for a while now. Someone who has what it takes to have some fun-” he leans down and presses his nose into my hair. “And you seem to be one who wants freedom and not to have her wings clipped. I can do that for you. I don’t even need your real name. Just-” his hand moves under my chin, forcing my head up so he could look at me. “Allow me to see you again.”
This is not a demand. This is a genuine plea. His hand holds my chin tenderly and I feel like I could melt right in his hand, right here and right now. The other one is set gingerly on my lower back, Giving me the opportunity to pull away if I wish to do so.
“Alright~” I whisper, a bit out of breath.
I can see in his golden eyes, the unexpressed relief. And I can feel my inner wolf howl with agreement to my words, and I genuinely feel like this will be fun. Exciting even. Even if it will last just… just a bit.
“WHAT do you mean you gave him your number?!” Thalia’s voice echoes through the cafe and I feel myself growing ashamed when a few heads turn around to look at us with slight annoyance. “Hush!” I hurry to make the brunette shut her mouth before she makes a fool out of both of us.She rolls her eyes and leans back into her seat, covering her face with both her hands. “From what you know, he could be a fuckign serial killer! Didn’t your parents warn you about men like those?! Did I fail to mention men are pigs and they will-”“Oh, Stop it!” I started to feel a bit uncomfortable with her fussing like this and I started doubting my decision to exchange numbers. “He also has no idea who I am-” I huff and bite my lower lip, looking out the window, watching the first drops of rain start to fall.Thalia turns silent and I feel like she is weighing this all in her mind once again. Truth was, it sounded a bit crazy. In a world like this, with a name like mine, you could never be too cautious.
She’s smaller than I expected. She looks much frailer. For a ballet dancer, she fits all the standards. Despite her straight posture and her elegant, almost feline way of walking, I can see the way her body lingers for more. More rest. More food and definitely more of ~ me. I’m not sure if I will ever forget the way anger took root in my chest when I saw that scum approach her. Not just that. The way he tried to make his move in such a forceful way. Did he not know a doe like her would scare easily? Did he not see the fear that hid behind those stormy blue eyes of hers? Did he not feel the distrust in her voice when she tried to gently turn him down?The fact that he knew and he still pushed it, the fact that he was ready to dump drugs into her drink and have her in the bathroom, made me blind with rage. It made my stomach turn and my inner demons recoil in disgust and spite. No one was allowed to lay their hands on her-Needless to say, I did not expect the next thing to happen. And
The last thing I want is to be late right now! But it seems that the world is against me in every possible way. The traffic is insane and each route I take seems more crowded than the other! But eventually I park the car right in front of the studio and jump out of my car like a panicked five year old who is late for a birthday party. I walk around the car, checking my phone and bump right into a damn pole. “I’m sorry -” I mutter out of habit as I walk around the pole and before I can make another step, it hits me. Leather and peaches. The perfume is so powerful I almost gag. I lift my head and find myself facing a terribly familiar face. My own reddens in an instant and the air leaves my lungs immediately. The man seems as puzzled by our encounter as I am, his brows raised in an obviously confused way as he processes what is happening too. Why does he seem so fuckign dumb?! It feels like there is no thought behind those golden eyes of his. It feels like there is nothing between
Days passed and I am not sure if I ever spent more time in my life in this dance studio than before this god forsaken show!I walk by the mirror in a hurry, and I catch a glimpse of myself. I looked overworked. I definitely felt overworked. How late was it? The sun had set a while ago and I was sure everything was dark. At least there wouldn't be much traffic and I would make it home soon enough. I sigh and look at myself once more, smoothing my hands over my waist, over my belly, a sinister thought coming to haunt me right now. I was to be married in three weeks. I was to be a wife. A good wife… a good wife births children. But a mother, no matter how good of a mother she was, was not going to be a ballerina. And that terrified me. Ballet has been my life for as long as I could remember. And when I accepted the marriage proposal, I did not take into consideration the collateral damage this would bring. And even now, it seemed unreal. It was not something I could see myself live wit
Our usual secrecy has all washed away as we make our way to my car. I know this could break a big scandal in my pack. I know this could ruin my image in front of my future husband, but it did not matter. I did not promise to be a virgin! I only promised to marry! I did not promise I will not fuck around until the last minute. Part of me knows that if news like this will make their way to my father’s ears, I will surely hear a bunch of not so pleasing things. But right now… with the fire burning brightly under my skin, nothing mattered. A sinful union that would soon cease was not something new in the world we live in. Or at least this was what I told myself when guilt would come creeping, to take hold of my last sane thoughts. When guilt would come to taint and grip my heart. It had no power over it, when I was already tainted by him. By his lips, by his hands and hungry kisses. As I sink into the driver's seat, he buckles his safety belt into the passenger's seat and as I look a
“Wait, wait, wait -” I hurry to speak when he dips closer to my neck, his nose brushing against one of my pulse point, his breath falling right in the crook of my neck, making my skin turn to goosebumps, while I press my hands into his chest, in a terrible attempt of pushing away. “Wait?” he repeated in a low raspy voice, not moving away from my neck. “Why would I need to wait, little doe?” he asked, the hand on my hips squeezing me a little tighter. “It’s been a four hour dance rehearsal with no break. I stink!” I protest, a little self conscious about the fact that wearing spandex is not the ideal outfit before a date. But this was not a date, was it? “Stink?” he repeats and I wonder if he is just playing dumb or he is truly one handsome hunk and nothing more. “I need to freshen up -” I insist and give his chest another push. But he is not moving. He seems determined to not give me the chance and dignity to shower before he puts his lips on me. I feel the tip of his nose move
I watched her walk away, hurried, as if she were a scared rabbit. The way she grabs her bag and the way she sprints for the bathroom, makes me feel like a damn frenzied wolf, because all I want to do is chase after her, tear that door down and bring her back. Or maybe take her in the bathroom, under the running water… As the door closes and I am left alone, I realize I am nothing but a damn horny bastard. That I have been maniacally enjoying her prey state of mind and I was taking my predator position a bit too seriously. This was not a game of chase. This was not a one and done. And this was not something that could simply end on a whim. I push myself up from my seat and run a hand through my hair, combing it backwards, while I scan the view. The city seemed a bit more peaceful tonight and I wondered if things were going to change. Was my life going to get more peaceful now too? Were things going to take a turn for the better or was I going to have to juggle it all like I have done
For someone who is his size, he is extremely easy to bend. Especially when I know exactly what buttons to push to get him to bend to my will. Especially when I know where to put my lips and pick the right words to whisper in his ear. The way he stiffens and seems to be ready to finish just from me stroking him makes me feel powerful.He could easily break me in half. He could easily overpower me and use me as he saw fit, and I might not even have it in me to fight him or struggle to not allow him to, but he doesn’t. His face buries into my shoulder as my rhythm changes into one more alert, while he tries to get a hold of himself before he’d spill himself right on my belly.I feel his cock throb into my hand and I feel determined to have him finish, even if it was this early, but before I can stroke him some more, he takes hold of my wrist and brings the motion to a stop.His breath is shaggy, almost shallow. I let out a soft, surprised chuckle and let go of him. “What is it?” I whisp