by Mia Harris
For the first time in her life, she felt truly alive; her entire body pulsing with a pleasure that she had never known. Caleb’s hands and mouth continued to play between her legs, and she whimpered and tried to push him away. It was so sensitive that it was beginning to hurt.
“That’s enough,” she said breathlessly. “I can’t take any more.”
He rose to his feet and grinned at her, and then wrapped his arms back around her before pressing his lips to hers. She could taste herself on him, and as their tongues entwined, she knew she was ready to experience more of the delights that she knew lay ahead. She was ready for him to claim her as his mate once and for all.
“Are you sure you can’t take any more?” Caleb murmured as he broke away from the kiss.
“No. That’s not what I meant. I mean… I want more from you. Not your mouth,” she replied, her eyes imploring him.
A fire was raging in her core again, reheating her earlier arousal to a wet, swollen desire that rapidly spread between her legs, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could wait. Caleb growled and reached one hand down to the front of his pants, and seconds later Alice heard a metallic sound as he pulled the zip down and tugged his underwear aside.
He pressed the bulbous head of his manhood right up to her folds, and Alice let out a moan of arousal, already imagining what it would be like to finally feel him pushing inside her, thrusting back and forth and bringing her to even greater heights of pleasure.
His amber eyes stared straight into hers, as if he were looking right into her soul, and with one quick movement he was inside her. Alice closed her eyes and cried out as she felt a sharp pain sweep through her system, but only seconds later it was replaced with a sensual pleasure, one that was even better than what she had felt from his mouth and hands.
Caleb groaned as he began to move in and out of her warm wetness, gradually increasing his speed and depth with each thrust. Alice clutched the edge of the table again and moved her hips back and forth, quickly finding a rhythm with his, and she opened her eyes to see his gaze still intently on her face.
Every time he thrust inside her, his groin rubbed up against hers, and she felt another warm pressure building inside her belly. She wrapped her legs around his back to pull him against her even closer, and only moments later she felt more waves of pleasure crashing over her, flooding her body with ecstatic warmth as she cried out in delight. Every nerve ending was on fire as she came again, and her head began to spin as her body quivered uncontrollably.
It was hard for her to keep her legs wrapped around him any longer as they trembled, orgasmic aftershocks still rippling through her body, and she dropped them down and slid away from him.
“Take me as your mate the way a real wolf would,” she demanded, a newfound sense of wonder filling her with confidence.
Caleb’s eyes glowed with burning arousal, and he scooped her up in his strong arms and carried her off the table and onto the floor, where he gently placed her down on her hands and knees. Alice arched her back and turned her head over her shoulder, and as she looked at him, he crouched down and kissed her with a voracious hunger that she knew she would never tire of.
After he broke the kiss, Caleb ran his hands up and down her soft curves and then grabbed her hips, holding her steady as he aimed himself against her slit. Alice bit her lip in anticipation, and suddenly he was plunging back inside her again, seemingly filling her up even more in this new position.
As he held her steady and drove himself in and out of her, Caleb punctuated each movement with a soft growl, and Alice turned her head over her shoulder again. Her mind was nearly lost in a fog of delirious joy as she saw the look of hungry concentration on his face, and she turned her head back to the front, closing her eyes and enjoying the incredible sensations as he sped up, slamming into her with wild abandon now.
He reached around and between her legs and pressed a finger against her clitoris, and as he rubbed in small, slow circles, another orgasm exploded out of Alice. Panting and sweating, she nearly collapsed forward onto the floor, but he held her steady, his hands tightly gripping her hips as he thrust in and out.
She was completely lost in a sea of pleasure, and had no idea how much time had passed before she felt Caleb’s legs twitch slightly behind her. Letting out a loud groan, he thrust deeply into her one more time before coating her insides with his warm seed, and Alice finally collapsed forward onto her stomach.
Caleb lay down on the floor next to her, and then slid an arm over her, rolling her onto her side to face him. His eyes were blue again, and his hair wet with sweat.
“That was incredible,” she murmured. “I had no idea how good it would be.”
“I’m glad you thought so,” he said, giving her another wolfish grin. “As my mate, I can assure you that we’ll be doing a lot more of that.”
Alice felt like melting right into the floor as she snuggled into her werewolf mate’s arms. She couldn’t believe how many years she had waited to experience the touch of a man, but she was glad that her first time had been with Caleb. Werewolf or not, he was the most amazing man that she had ever met, and now she was bound to him. She would never have to worry about being cruelly humiliated as she had been in the past; as his mate, she would be with him forever.
***
My Doctor Is A Werewolf
Sarah Bilson closed her eyes and rubbed her temples with two fingers as she reclined in her office chair. She had been getting headaches every day for a week now, and they seemed to be getting worse each time they started. Her co-worker Ali had suggested that she take some time off to go to a doctor, but she just hadn’t been able to make time.
There were at least fifteen separate reports that needed to be analyzed and edited, and at eighty pages each, they would never be done in time if she left the office for even half an hour while she was at work. Her boss frowned upon his employees taking work home with them, so it seemed that her only real option was to ignore the headaches and hope they went away. Alternatively, she could hope for a Saturday appointment opening at her GP’s office, but that was unlikely to happen.
Right now, her brain felt as if it was being split in two by an ax, and as she sighed and massaged her head, she opened her eyes to see Ali standing by her cubicle.
“Are you still getting those headaches? Really, Sarah, you need to get it checked out. My Mom knew someone who had a really bad headache one day, and the next day they died of a brain aneurysm,” she said, her eyebrows knitted together.
“Wow, way to make me feel better, Ali!” Sarah replied. “I would go to a doctor, but I just don’t have time at the moment, with these reports coming in from Wentworth, along with the merger and all.”
“Your health is more important than work. Why don’t you go to an after-hours medical clinic? There’s one near my house, right next to Wilson Park up on Nicholson Road. That’s probably the closest one.”
“Oh… I didn’t even think of that. Thanks, Ali.”
After Ali had left, Sarah looked up the after-hours clinic online to see exactly where they were. Their website said they were open until ten o’clock at night, and that appointments weren’t necessary. All a person had to do was walk in, take a number from the receptionist and wait for a doctor to see them. Well, that’s convenient, she thought. If she left the office at six-thirty and then had a quick dinner at home, she should be able to make it to the clinic by around seven-thirty or eight at the latest.
A few hours later, it was finally time to finish work, and Sarah shut down her computer, grabbed her bag and then left. It was difficult to drive with such a bad headache. Every few minutes she just wanted to close her eyes and curl up into a ball. When she arrived home, she took a couple of Advil and ate some dinner leftovers from the night before, and then grabbed her bag and looked at the clock. It was only just after seven. Plenty of time to get there and get an appointment.
As she checked the time, her eyes fell on the calendar that hung next to the clo
ck. 17th… 18th…19th... wait, how did I not notice this? she wondered, realizing that her period was late. For a fleeting moment she panicked and thought she was pregnant before remembering that she hadn’t had sex in over six months. Her last relationship had ended abruptly when her ex had decided he preferred the skinny blonde receptionist at his office and then cruelly dumped Sarah via text message. So why is my period late? It’s always been regular. Maybe I’ve just gained so much weight that my body is shutting everything down, she thought, pinching her upper arms as she looked down at herself.
No one except her ex had ever said anything insulting about her weight, but she knew that she wasn’t the skinniest person alive, especially after the breakup. Since that had happened, she had taken to eating a box of chocolates and a tub of ice-cream every weekend to cheer herself up and distract her from the loneliness, and that had caused her to gain another ten pounds of padding around her hips and thighs. Another ten pounds I didn’t need, she thought bitterly.
Every time she got on the scales, she promised herself that she would start dieting and going to the gym, but she had never been one for either of those things. She enjoyed good food too much, so instead, she had decided to give up the chocolates and go for a relaxing walk every evening. She had felt fine until the headaches had started, and now her period was late too. Yet another health problem to add to the list… well, at least I’m going to see a doctor tonight.
Half an hour later, she pulled into the parking lot of the after-hours clinic. Ali had been right; it was situated directly next to an enormous and beautiful expanse of parkland. After admiring the setting sun and the leafy trees that stretched into the distance next door, she entered the clinic and walked up to the reception desk where a harried-looking receptionist greeted her.
“How can I help you?” she asked.
“Hi. I’d like an appointment, please. I’d prefer a female doctor if possible,” Sarah replied.
The receptionist asked for her name and insurance number, and then checked her computer.
“All of our female doctors are busy at the moment. There’s a free spot with Dr. Robert Lyche, though, so you could either see him or take a seat and wait for one of the others to finish up with their patient.”
Sarah considered the receptionist’s words for a moment. Normally, she would have decided to wait for a female doctor, but she wanted to see someone as soon as possible about the headaches. Ali had scared her somewhat with the aneurysm story. Besides, the doctor would be able to answer any questions about her period, even if it was a little embarrassing to discuss it with a man.
“Um…I suppose I’ll see Dr. Lyche, then,” she said, flashing the receptionist a tight smile as she rubbed her temples again.
“Sure. Take this and wait over there,” the receptionist replied, handing her a piece of paper.
Five minutes later, a deep voice boomed into the waiting room.
“Ms. Bilson? Sarah Bilson?”
Sarah’s head jerked up at the sound of her name, and her mouth almost dropped open at the sight of the man standing only yards away at the entrance to a hallway that she assumed led to the doctor’s offices. Dr. Lyche was a lot younger than she had expected. He had thick, dark hair and one of the most handsome faces she had seen in a long time, with a strong jawline and chiseled features that would put a film star to shame.
As she looked at him, he flashed her a mega-watt smile, and her cheeks flushed as red as the crimson blouse that she was wearing with her favorite black skirt.
“That’s me,” she said, finally finding her tongue.
“Great. Please follow me.”
Her legs trembled and her hands shook as she followed him down the hallway, and she cursed herself for not having decided to wait for a female doctor. The last thing she needed was to be around an impossibly sexy doctor like Dr. Lyche… flustered, awkward and discussing her ovaries.
“Now, my office is being painted at the moment, so I’m seeing my patients in this room here,” he said, turning to her and motioning for her to enter a small examination room at the end of the hallway. “I hope that’s alright. Don’t worry, there are comfortable chairs. I moved them from my office along with my desk and computer, as you’ll see.”
He smiled at her again, and Sarah felt as if she might melt right into the floor as his twinkling brown eyes lingered on her.
“That’s fine,” she replied, her voice almost catching in her throat as she stepped into the room.
“Alright, have a seat over there and I’ll just find you on my computer… Bilson… ah, there you are! I see you normally go to Dr. Rossi at the South Street Medical Center?” he asked.
“Yes. Unfortunately, I finish work at six and her office closes at five, and there’s no way I could get a Saturday appointment. They’re booked solid.”
“And you couldn’t take some time off work?”
“No. It’s way too busy.”
“I see. Are you always this busy at work?” he asked, his gaze still focused intensely on her.
Sarah felt her face return to its usual color as she answered. Despite her attraction to him, she was starting to feel quite comfortable around the young doctor.
“No. Just lately. I’ve had a lot to do. Normally I could just take a long lunch break and go to the doctor then, but yeah… it’s been really busy for the past few weeks.”
“That’s no good. So, what seems to be the problem today?”
“Well, it’s a couple of things. I’ve been getting these awful headaches lately, and they seem to get worse and worse each time. And… um… well, it’s meant to be that time of the month for me right now, but it’s late. I don’t know why,” she said, casting her eyes to the side as she felt her cheeks reddening all over again.
Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw Dr. Lyche’s eyes flicker a light golden color for a second as she said ‘that time of the month’, but as she moved her gaze back to his face again, they appeared to be brown again. Trick of the light?
“I see you take a contraceptive pill. Are you sexually active?” he asked, glancing at the computer screen for a second before training his eyes on her again.
“No. I mean, I’ve had sex before, but not in several months,” she admitted.
“Well, you obviously aren’t pregnant, then. A major thing that can mess with the menstrual cycle is stress, and from what you’ve told me, work is very hectic for you at the moment. Stress could explain the headaches, too,” Dr. Lyche said.
“Oh.”
“Well, I’d say it’s that, but I’ll need to check you out, anyway. There’s a number of things that could also explain your symptoms, and I’d like to make sure.”
With that, he asked her to stand up while he checked her out. As he examined her, she relaxed her shoulders and let her mind drift away to thoughts of the sexy doctor’s tight, muscular body pressing up against hers and holding her in his arms. In her mind’s eye, she could see his eyes darkening with arousal as he broke away from their first kiss, and then he would tear her clothes off and…
“Ms. Bilson?”
Sarah was startled out of her reverie by Dr. Lyche, and she realized that she had been staring into space as she fantasized about him.
“Oh. Sorry. What did you say?” she asked.
“I just asked you to give me your left arm for a second,” he said, grinning.
As she gave him her arm, she avoided eye contact with him out of embarrassment. God, it really has been too long since I’ve been with a man. I can’t even go to the doctors without picturing him naked, she thought as a wry smile turned up the corners of her lips.
Humming faintly as he checked her blood pressure, pulse and reflexes, Dr. Lyche then asked her to look straight at him as he shone a small torch around her ears and eyes.
“Okay, now look left for a sec,” he said. “Now up.”
After he put the torch away, he motioned for her to sit down, and then did the same.
“Well, Sarah, from the
brief examination I’ve done, you seem to be in perfect health. I think it’s just stress affecting you, so I’d really like for you to take it easy for a while. Try not to worry about work so much. Is there anything else in your life that might be worrying you?” he asked.
She cast her eyes down to her lap.
“Well… ever since my last boyfriend and I broke up, I guess I’ve been really lonely. I moved here with him a couple of years ago, and I haven’t made many friends aside from work colleagues.”
“Mmm… it can certainly be harder to make friends when you’re an adult,” Dr. Lyche said, nodding his head as he spoke. “Work gets in the way and you aren’t always in huge groups of your peers like you are in high school or college.”
