by Mia Harris
He hungrily lapped and sucked at her, and Sarah sighed with delight. She had never felt so desired in her entire life, and after a few moments of this treatment, the gorgeous werewolf doctor looked up at her with a smirk, his amber eyes seemingly reading her mind and knowing exactly what she wanted as he pressed one finger against her warm, wet opening.
She bit her lip and nodded, and as he pushed the finger inside, and threw her head back and closed her eyes again, moaning as he probed inside her, feeling her slick tightness as his tongue resumed tracing circles over her clitoris. He curled the finger inside her, locating a tiny, sensitive spot on her front wall, and as Sarah squirmed and moaned with delight, he growled from between her legs.
“Calm down.”
The vibrations from his mouth nearly sent her over the edge, and she squirmed even more, despite what he had just told her.
“No,” she whispered, her tone conveying her urgency. “This feels too good!”
Another moan escaped her mouth as he increased the pressure that his mouth was using against her clitoris, and Sarah struggled to hold herself down as he sucked and licked it, clutching onto the wax paper of the exam table. She couldn’t bear his teasing any longer, so she ran her hands through his hair, tugging it and pulling his head closer.
“Please!” she said. “Do it faster!”
She felt him grin against her as he increased the speed that he was licking her with, and then gasped as he slid a second digit inside her warm tightness. Her mind was soon filled with nothing but desire for the werewolf between her thighs, and she couldn’t even remember the reason that she had come to the clinic in the first place.
Dr. Lyche growled something else as he slowly pumped the fingers in and out of her. Sarah couldn’t hear what it was, but the vibrations from his mouth sent shockwaves spiraling through her body again. Her heart was beating crazily as she began to move her hips up and down against his mouth, and seconds later she was coming, gasping and sighing with wanton delight as he continued to lap at her folds.
Finally, he came up for air and grinned before moving himself up the exam table and leaning down to kiss her as he propped himself up with his elbows on either side of her. She could taste herself on him as he pressed his lips to hers, and then moaned softly, still not fulfilled.
“I want more,” she whispered once he had broken away from the kiss.
“I know,” he growled softly, sliding his mouth over her ear. “So do I. You have no idea what you do to me.”
He climbed off her and the exam table and then stood by it, pulling Sarah up by her shoulders so that she was sitting on the edge as she had been earlier. She responded by wrapping her legs around him, and Dr. Lyche smiled and unzipped his pants, tugging his underwear aside and letting his cock spring free.
Sarah whimpered in frustration as he pressed the head against her but didn’t slide it in. She wanted and needed him inside her more than anything else, but he continued to rub it up and down her slit for a few more seconds, teasing her until she thought she might go crazy. Finally, he pressed himself inside her, and growled as her hot, wet tightness enveloped him.
She stared right at his face as she felt him fill her, his yellow eyes flickering with burning passion as he moved inside her. Every nerve ending seemed to be on fire, and she threw her arms around him, raking her nails up and down the hard muscles of his back as he began to thrust in and out of her, getting harder and faster with each incredible movement.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, staring right into her eyes.
“Oh, yes,” she replied, her breath nearly catching in her throat as the doctor plunged in and out of her. “Oh, God, don’t stop!”
Sarah began to move her hips back and forth in a rhythm with his, and every inch of his cock filled her with a pulsating pleasure that she knew would send her careening over the edge of her second orgasm soon. She closed her eyes and let out a moan of delight, never wanting the incredible ecstasy to end, and seconds later she felt a pressure building deep in her core, threatening to explode out of her at any moment.
She reached down and grabbed his lower back, pulling him inside her even further, and he groaned again and nipped at her full breasts. Then, he slowly moved one hand down her abdomen, letting it come to rest just above her clitoris.
She gasped as he began to rub and stroke her with delicate precision, and moments later the pressure exploded out of her, sending her over the edge again. As the warm waves of pleasure flooded through her, her entire body began to quiver uncontrollably, and she couldn’t help but moan and gasp loudly with delight as Dr. Lyche held her down on the exam table with his strong arms and continued to thrust in and out of her. Her nails dug harder into his back, and after a moment, he pulled out.
“No, I don’t want you to stop!” she begged, trying to pull him back in.
He growled again and pulled her off the table, an animal-like lust flickering in his eyes.
“I want to take you from behind like a true wolf,” he growled. “Also, I want to see your gorgeous curvy ass as I slide in and out of you.”
Sarah felt another tantalizing shiver race down her spine, and she turned around and placed her hands on the exam table. Arching her back, she turned her head and looked over her shoulder. Dr. Lyche was kneading and rubbing the smooth, creamy skin of her buttocks, groaning with appreciation as he did so.
Without warning, he plunged himself back inside her from behind, and she moaned with delight as she felt him filling her up again. He reached one hand around to her front as he thrust in and out of her and began to rub her clitoris.
“I need you to come again for me,” he murmured, his deep, gravelly voice alone nearly sending her to another peak.
Still sensitive from the two previous orgasms, it didn’t take long for another wave of pleasurable warmth to sweep through her, and she closed her eyes and bit her lip to stop herself from screaming as she felt the orgasmic aftershocks ripple through her body.
She could hear his breathing getting faster and heavier as he slid in and out of her, and she knew that he was about to come as well. She squeezed and contracted her muscles around his cock, and within seconds he growled loudly and buried himself deep inside her, leaning forward and sinking his teeth into the back of her neck as he did so.
Nearly collapsing forward onto the exam table, Sarah rested her arms on it as she caught her breath, and when she felt that her body could support itself again, she turned around and looked at her new werewolf lover. The yellow had faded from his eyes, and they were their usual brown again as he gazed back at her.
“You know, being around you seems to have completely cured my headache,” she said. “I think I’m all better, Dr. Lyche.”
He gave her a wolfish grin and wrapped another arm around her waist.
“Well, you aren’t a doctor, so you don’t really know what you’re talking about,” he teased. “I happen to think that you aren’t any better. You’re going to have to come in for another check-up tomorrow night, and maybe every night after that.”
He leaned down and kissed her again, and Sarah felt the crushing loneliness that she had experienced for months simply melt away as if it had never even existed. Breaking away from the kiss, she looked up at him again, and his eyes took on an amber glow as they traveled over her still-naked body.
“You know… I think you’re right, Dr. Lyche,” she said, putting a hand up to her forehead and feigning another headache. “I think I might need another physical examination right now!”
***
Curves For The Alpha
Another day’s work was finally over, and Gemma sighed as she packed up her things, wondering what would be in store for her when she got home. All day, she had been looking forward to having a nice anniversary dinner cooked for her by her boyfriend, Jack, but as far as she knew he hadn’t even remembered what day it was, let alone remembered his promise to make it a special night. Not even a single text message. Maybe this is a trick to thr
ow me off. He probably has a big surprise planned, she thought, cheering up a little.
They had been together for one year, and today also marked the six-month anniversary of the two moving in together. Or rather, he had moved in with her. Jack had lost his job only a few months after they had met, so Gemma had been supporting him ever since while he looked for a new one. After he hadn’t been able to pay his rent anymore, it had made sense for her to invite him to live with her.
He still hadn’t found a new job yet, but she didn’t mind. It was difficult considering the state of the economy right now. Besides, she made just enough to support the two of them at her office admin job, even though it was occasionally a struggle.
Lately, things had been rough. Jack had seemed distracted and irritable all the time, the sex had dried up ages ago, and he had lost a lot of weight – all signs of stress, Gemma assumed. He had been very difficult to be around, so she was hoping that he would make up for it tonight of all nights. By the time she pulled into the driveway, she was confident that there would be some big surprise waiting for her inside, but instead, she saw an unfamiliar car parked in the driveway.
That’s strange. Why would he invite a friend over on our anniversary? Unless… he really forgot, she thought, feeling dejected again. As she stepped inside, she smelled something odd. It definitely wasn’t dinner; that was for sure. It had a strange chemical odor, like nothing she had ever smelled before, and as she walked into the lounge room, she realized immediately what it was. Jack was sitting on the sofa with some woman that Gemma had never seen, and they were taking turns smoking something out of a glass pipe.
Suddenly, everything fell into place. His attitude, his weight loss… he’s been on drugs!
“Jack? What the hell is going on?” she demanded.
He looked over at her and smirked.
“Oh, hey, babe. I was wondering when you’d finally show up. I want you to meet someone. This is my new girlfriend, Ana.”
The other woman snickered and buried her face in her hands, clearly high out of her mind.
“What?” Gemma shouted. “Is this a joke?”
“No, babe. This is really happening. I met Ana a few months ago, and now we’re moving in together. Ana knows how to keep it tight… unlike some people,” Jack replied, gesturing towards her full figure.
Gemma fumed as she tried to figure out what to say. How dare he say that? I’m not fat. I’m just tall and curvy, unlike that skinny little rake over there who’s only thin because of all the crack she smokes. In my house, apparently!
“How dare you?” she finally hissed. “I come home thinking that you might have something nice planned for our anniversary, and this is what I get? You sitting here, taking drugs and cheating on me? After everything I’ve done for you!”
“Whatever, babe. I’ve been over you for ages. One of the only reasons I didn’t leave before is because it’s been nice having someone to do everything for me and pay for everything for a while.”
“The drugs… you used my money for that? I gave you money to spend on things like groceries and gas! Oh my god, Jack. Get out!” Gemma yelled, unable to believe that this was really happening. “Both of you!”
He laughed and leaned back on the sofa, ignoring her as he kissed Ana.
“Seriously, Jack, this is my house. Get your things and get the hell out. Not that any of this is yours anyway. The only thing you own here is your clothes. Seriously, get out or I’ll call the police! How would you and Ana like to spend some time in prison for possession of illegal substances, or whatever it is?”
That seemed to motivate him into at least standing up, and he looked down at her, smirking again.
“Okay, I’ll go. But you’re wrong about one thing. Half of everything in this house is mine. It’s the law. We’ve been living together for six months now, and legally, that entitles me to half your stuff. Including half your savings, which I’ve already gotten my hands on. That’s the other reason I stayed with you so long, you stupid fat bitch,” he snarled.
“You cleared out my savings account?” she replied, hot tears filling her eyes and spilling down over her cheeks. “That’s bullshit. You can’t just take my money and half my stuff!”
“Actually, I can. Look it up. I even have a lawyer. Paid for by you, so thanks for that, babe,” he said, his smirk turning into a twisted grimace.
Gemma sank to the ground and sobbed as Jack and his new girlfriend left. Apparently, he had already packed his bags, so he had clearly planned this. He wanted to be caught tonight. Why? she wondered. Did he just want to hurt me as much as possible? Or is it actually really all about trying to take my money and my things?
She couldn’t believe how blind she’d been to all the signs. God, how did I let this happen? For months now, this has been going on and I didn’t even see, she thought, cursing herself. Sure, things had been difficult, but she must be stupid to not have noticed what he was doing, and where all her money was going. That’s it. I am officially the stupidest person alive.
When she had finally managed to stop crying for longer than two minutes, she got onto her computer and tried to search for information on the laws that pertained to where they lived; West Van Lykan county. She couldn’t find anything, so she called her best friend, Liza Morris. Liza was a lawyer, so she would know what Jack had been talking about; if he hadn’t just been making the whole thing up.
“Hey, Gem, what’s up?” Liza said cheerfully on the other end of the line.
Gemma sniffed and then told her everything that had happened. By the time she had finished, tears were streaming down her face, and she realized that she must look like an absolute mess.
“Oh, shit, Gem. I can’t believe Jack would do that! I mean, he has been sponging off you for a while now, but I thought that he’d been looking for a job,” Liza said. “What an asshole! If I see him, I’ll kill him!”
“He said he was. Apparently he was just off doing drugs and god knows what else with Ana. I even hate her name!”
“I don’t think it’s the name you hate, it’s just what those two are doing to you. Sorry to have to tell you this, sweetie, but what he’s saying is true. In West Van Lykan, we have these laws. If you live with someone in a de facto relationship for a period of 180 days or longer, then technically, you are entitled to half their things.”
“What? I thought he was just making that up!”
“No, sorry. It’s a real law. I think it was originally brought in to protect stay-at-home mothers who weren’t married to the father of their child, in case he tried to leave them with nothing. I can’t believe that he’s using this against you, though. What a scumbag.”
“He said that it’s my fault. That I’m fat,” Gemma said, before bursting into a fresh set of tears.
“Oh, Gem… it isn’t your fault. Assholes like him always say things like that because they don’t want to face the truth; the fact that it’s all their fault. Not yours. And you, fat? Come on. I wish I had your curves,” Liza said, trying to console her.
Gemma continued to sob, and Liza waited for her to calm down a bit before speaking again.
“Look, I’m still out of town at this conference, but I’ll be back later tonight. Why don’t I call my secretary and get her to push back all my meetings tomorrow? Come to my office at eight A.M., and we’ll see if we can fight this thing.”
“Okay. That would be great. Thanks, Liza. You’re a good friend,” Gemma replied as she wiped her face.
“So are you. You’re a good person. I won’t let Jack get away with doing this to you. I’ll make him pay back every cent he stole from you, and then some!”
After she hung up the phone, Gemma took a long, hot shower and then crawled into bed, feeling utterly miserable. I can’t believe this happened. On our anniversary. Not that there’s really an ‘our’ or ‘we’ anymore. It’s just me, all alone again, she thought bitterly, remembering what it had been like to be single for so long before meeting Jack. He had been so nice and ge
ntlemanly when they had first met. What the hell happened? Is it me?
As she cried into her pillow, she prayed that Liza would be able to help her with her legal troubles in the morning. Finally, sleep came, and took away the pain for a few blissful hours.
***
Feeling miserable all over again when she woke up, Gemma got dressed, not even bothering to wear anything particularly nice or do her hair and makeup. I’m only seeing Liza today. Who cares? She had called in sick to work, and as she pulled into the parking lot of Liza’s law firm, she took in a deep breath. Please, she prayed, this has to go well. I’ve worked too hard to lose half of everything I own to that scumbag user.
