Seduced By The Wall Street Werewolf (Interracial Paranormal Shifter Romance BWWM) (3 page)

I fell silent.  I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting, but somehow I hadn’t expected him to say something that, in all honesty, sounded completely reasonable.  Maybe Lawson had jaded me more than I thought.  “Alright, I can do that.”

“Wonderful.  Then I’ll meet you after work.”

*

Zoe spent several minutes absently stirring her martini without looking up.  Even now that we’d left the office and gotten to the bar she still seemed like she didn’t know what to do.

“So,” I said, leaning forward on the table, “what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this anyway?  Don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t seem like much of a secretary.”

She shyly lifted her eyes to me.  “You mean, why am I not with my pack?”

“Sure.  That’s definitely a good question.”

She paused, seeming like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to answer.

I decided to give my answer first.  “I was banished from mine.”

“Banished?  What for?”

“To put it simply, I wanted more.  I wanted a real education, a career.  I wanted money.  I wanted what I have now.  But my alpha insisted that we didn’t belong in that kind of world, living and working with humans.  He wanted us to stay hidden out in the boonies, living in wood hovels, driving old Volkswagens, scrounging for petty cash.  When I got defiant with him about it, he told me that I could leave if I wanted, but if I did I wouldn’t be welcome back.”

“So now you’re a millionaire,” she said, “and all alone.”

“That about says it.”

“Do you ever regret that choice?”

I shrugged.  “Sometimes.  When I think about the things I had to sacrifice to get where I am.  The hunts, the howls, the running… I used to live for that.”

And before my eyes, she actually smiled, looking nostalgic.  “I know what you mean.”

“Alright then, now you’ve admitted to missing your pack too.  So are you ready to answer my question yet?”

Her smile disappeared, as she looked me in the eyes.  She looked down at her drink again, stirred it some more, and finally took a sip.  Then she looked back up at me, and she paused.

“I’m running,” she said at last.  “I had to escape my pack.  My alpha wanted to own me.”

“Really?”

“He was going to force me to marry him.  And to him, that meant I would be his slave.  …Slash puppy factory.  So I ran.  I’ve gone from city to city, living where I can, taking job after job.  I never stay in one place for too long.  I’m always worried he’ll find me.”

“You really think your alpha has that much power?”

She seemed almost surprised by that question.  “Probably not,” she admitted.  “But it always seemed like he did.  I always felt so helpless with him.  My whole life, he was there, controlling me.”

“He’s not here now,” I said.  “It’s just me.”

She gave me an intense, vulnerable look.

I scooted my chair, sliding around the circumference of the table to move closer to her.  “I get why you’re so guarded now,” I said.  “But there’s nothing you have to guard against here.  And there’s no reason you should hide.  As much as you try to pretend otherwise, you’re a beautiful woman.  And I’m betting you’re even more beautiful four-legged.”

“Huh,” she half-chuckled, looking thoughtful.  “I don’t think I’ve been four-legged in over a year.”

“You’re kidding!”

“I’ve always been so afraid of being found that I just never dared.”

I laid my hand on top of hers.  “Tonight, we’re going to change that.”

“What?”

“Come on!”  I arose from my seat, pulling her with me.  We hurried outside to my car, where I guided the confused-looking girl into the passenger seat before I hopped behind the wheel and sped off.

I drove us through the heavy nighttime traffic, making my way out of the city toward the woods on the outskirts.  I parked somewhere off-road, near the tree line.  She got out much more slowly than I did, remaining consistent in her uncertainty.  “What are we doing here?”

Walking toward the trees, I began removing my coat and my tie, and dropped them on the ground.  “We are going to go for a little run.  The way we were born to.”  I started unbuttoning my shirt.

“You’re serious?”

“You just said you haven’t done this in over a year.  Aren’t you itching to let your fur out after so long?”

The look on her face was answer enough.

Actually, as I discarded my shirt and dropped it on the ground, another look crossed her face.  And it seemed to be directed at my pectorals.  “Are you checking me out?”

She shrugged bashfully.  “Guess I’ve lived among humans too long.” 

And with that, she began shedding her own clothes, starting with her coat, and then began unbuttoning her blouse.  I smiled, and resumed stripping myself.

By the time I slid my shorts down and stood fully naked in front of her, she had slipped off her skirt and gotten down to her underwear.  I took a moment to drink in the expanse of her coffee-colored skin.  When she unfastened her bra and exposed her B-cups capped by dark nipples to my view, I found myself experiencing an all too human reaction—much as I did seconds later when she bent to slide her panties down her legs, and I took in the smooth curve of her ass.

Then she noticed how I was looking at her.  “Are you checking
me
out?”

“Guess we’ve both lived among humans too long.”

She smiled with silent laughter, stepping up beside me.  And then we took off running for the trees.

We dashed back and forth, weaving along the dark night paths, past trees, over rocks, through bushes.  And in mid-stride, I leapt off of a rock outcropping with my human feet, but it was my front paws that touched the ground in the next moment, pulling me loping forward.  And even though the woods were dark, every sense I had could feel Zoe running beside me; from the sound of her paws pulling at the ground with each stride, ripping up the dirt; to the sound of her rapid, panting breath as she ran; to the smell of her fur, and the warmth of her pounding blood.

For so long…
so long…
I had been forced to do this alone.  And now a she-wolf was running beside me again.  After
so long
.  My lupine heart was pounding like I hadn’t felt in years.  I was alive again.

Suddenly Zoe took off running in a specific direction.  I turned to follow her, a second before I discovered what was driving her: the scent of a live raccoon.  I picked up my pace to match hers, as together we closed in on our newly discovered prey.  The docile animal barely had time to see us coming before we were upon it.  In a flash, I had my jaws on its throat, crunching its neck, while Zoe got her teeth into the flesh of its back, tearing at its meat.

The civilized dinner dates I’d put up with for years with vapid women, who knew nothing about me other than my position and money, could never compare to feasting on a fresh kill with a spirited she-wolf.  And now that we’d finally stopped running, I had the chance to look up and really see the beautiful four-legged creature sharing meat with me.  She may have kept her human look plain, but her lupine form was a marvel of nature.  The way the moonlight slicing through the trees glistened on her dark fur; the way her yellow eyes shone in the night; everything about her was magnificent.

I moved toward her, touching my nose to the fur of her neck, beginning to rub against her.  I sniffed at her, savoring her scent.  And then I realized she was doing the same with me.  I could sense the rush still coursing through her.  We grunted and whined affectionately as our muzzles rubbed together.

She shifted back to her two-legged body first, which I did immediately after.  We rose to our feet and stared at each other, as I watched her pant from the excitement.  “I forgot how good that feels,” she breathed.

I suddenly grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her to me, bringing her into a fierce, heated kiss.  She offered no resistance, opening her mouth to my tongue.  Our mouths still tasted of fresh-killed meat, just like I remembered after the hunts with Lucile and the other she-wolves from my pack.  Her hands gripped tight onto my back, and she pressed her nubile naked body into my own.

I could smell her arousal.  Even standing there, lip-locked with her, I could smell the wetness forming between her legs.  I felt her nipples hardening against my chest, and I slid a hand between our bodies and brought it up to cup a breast, making her moan into my mouth.

I bent lower to kiss her smooth, mocha-colored neck, to which she responded by rolling her head to the side and moaning softly as I continued to massage her breast.  I ducked my head lower still, pulling at the breast I was massaging to bring the dark nipple out for my mouth.  She gasped sharply when I sucked her erect nipple into my mouth, clutching onto the back of my head.

I began lowering us down as I continued suckling at her tit.  I laid her down flat on her back on the ground.  No blanket or clothes separated her from the dirt or grass or tree roots beneath her.  Just like this, out in nature, in the dirt, was where all my best sex experiences had happened.  Human women would never understand; they always wanted to do it inside, on my soft sheets.  But Zoe was of my own kind, and this was where we belonged.

When I had her on her back, I kissed my way down her body, until I came to the junction of her thighs.  I breathed in her musky smell; this was another thing no human woman could compare with.  None of them ever smelled as intoxicating as this.  When I brought my mouth down to taste her nectar, her body came alive like never before.  Her legs kicked back and forth, churning up dirt, and her torso undulated beneath me.  Her fingers clawed at the ground as she screamed with delight.

I continued pleasuring her slit with my tongue, until her hands took hold of my head and lifted me up.  Staring at me with smoldering eyes, she softly breathed, “I want you now.”

I grinned, and crawled up her body, the tip of my erection sliding along her inner leg.

*

My heart pounded as he crawled atop of me.  My pussy throbbed with anticipation, already feeling the heat from his cock coming nearer.  I reached down to grab it, eager to guide it in, and found his hand already there.  Together we guided it towards its goal.

When his cockhead pressed into my folds, I sucked in my breath.  I’d told him how long it had been since I had been four-legged; what I hadn’t told him was how long it had been since I’d done this.  And to ask how long it had been since I had done this and
enjoyed
it was yet another question.  The time I had spent living as Lawson’s bitch had all but completely jaded me against the idea of sex being a good thing. 

As he pushed his way into me, I groaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain at the feel of my long-unused pussy being stretched again.  I could feel the ridge of his mushroom head moving inside me.  I bit my lip, squeezing my eyes shut as he slowly sank deeper.

When I felt him bottom out, I finally opened my eyes and looked up at him.  Even though I hadn’t said it, I could see that he knew I hadn’t done this in a very long time.  He was allowing me time to get used to his girth—a courtesy Lawson had never offered me.

I gasped out a few short breaths, staring into his eyes, and wordlessly gave him the slightest nod to his unspoken question.  I was ready for more.  He began pulling out slowly, letting me feel every ridge and vein in his cock.  He withdrew nearly completely before he began sinking in again.

When he started getting into a rhythm, I started getting into it with him, moving my hips to match his thrusts.  I hooked my legs behind his knees, and gripped his sides tightly, giving him a look to urge him on.  He began picking up speed, driving me to greater heights of pleasure.

My body started becoming more active, writhing about on the ground underneath him.  I wrapped my arms and legs tighter around him, trying to envelop him completely.  I wanted as much of him in me as I could get.

I heard the sounds coming from my own mouth beginning to pick up in volume.  I realized he was actually about to make me orgasm—something that had almost never happened to me during sex before.  Definitely not with Lawson.

I came with a shriek, clawing at his back and thrashing my legs about.  He stopped his thrusting while my pussy convulsed around him.  I felt my teeth changing shape, extending into lupine fangs, and my fingernails hardened into claws as they dug into his skin.

When my orgasm passed and I got my shape back under control, I paused to catch my breath, while I continued to savor the fullness of him inside me.  “Do you need to stop?” he asked me.

On that, I looked up at him, and grabbed hold of his face.  “Don’t you dare!”

I launched myself up at him, smothering him in a volcanic kiss.  I rose up with enough force to roll us over, and bring myself on top of him.  Now I took over the motion duties, churning my hips on his lap, leaning forward while supporting myself with my hands on his chiseled pectorals.  My mouth hung open, letting out my pleasured gasps as I stared at his face, seeing him grinning with… what almost looked like pride.

His hands reached up to grasp my breasts, and his thumbs began massaging my stiff nipples.  I groaned aloud, and straightened up, rolling my head back as I luxuriated in what he was doing to me.  I was starting to remember something that I had long since forgotten: what it meant to call someone a lover.  Not an alpha, not an owner, not someone who was trying to simply take pleasure from me, but someone who wanted to share it with me.  Someone who wanted to give it.