by Lauren Wood
While I was distracted by her, Isabell went on to say, “I usually show them the girls… How I like to suckle on my nipples to get me nice and wet… Then I show them down I play with myself while thinking about their cocks…”
“You…ah…ah…” I could hardly think of the words to say let alone what words sounded like. My mind focused entirely on Isabell and all I could think about was having her right then and there. A nail grown into a claw latched onto my zipper and without giving it a second though, I pulled the zipper down slowly exposing the all-too-prevalent bulge.
To my surprise, Isabell didn’t react with a gasp or even a teasing word. She simply put her hand to the bulge, feeling it as I throbbed and pulsed for her—already starting to feel myself give into my lustful desires. Her hand was warm and as she moved her hand up and down the length through the soft fabric, I couldn’t help shuddering. Another’s touch was something I’d longed for, certainly, but I never thought Isabell would be the one to give it to me.
Everything about Isabell helped me felt at ease. She exuded comfort and as my cock continued to grow in her grasp, I unbuttoned my jeans, licking my lips. “I hope you don’t mind,” she whispered. “I’ve been wanting to touch one for a while now… Always being able to see, but not touch… It’s such a goddamned tease…”
“Oh… Oh… Ah… I, uh, I know what you mean, Isabell…” I said in between hot breaths, finding it harder to keep my composure as the seconds fast. I dared to reach for her breasts in my haze of need and desire, but she pulled back just before my fingertips met her skin.
“Uh, uh, uh,” she teased with a waggling finger. “You can touch when I tell you you can…”
I swallowed dry air, my thoughts settling. “Then what are you…? Ah-ah…” I blinked and the second I opened my eyes my cock was out and in Isabell’s hand. It felt so good for it to finally be free and in her soft, warm palm. She took it slowly at first, softly grasping it as she glided her hand up and down the shaft, but gradually, she squeezed more and more.
Pre-cum flowed freely, coating her hand and making it slick enough for her to go faster. My mouth hung open, letting one hot breath follow another as my hips started to thrust upward to the rhythm of her hand. Right when I started to feel close—from the speed and arousal alone—she stopped, letting my hardness stand freely in the cold air.
I whimpered, begging for her to take me again—in any way she could. “I’ve always wanted to do this,” she whispered. Before I could ask her what she was about to do, she adjusted herself, laying down on the couch and resting her head on my lap right beside my cock. My eyes widened in surprise as I watched her, looking down at her as she glanced up at me with a cocky smirk.
All of my muscles tensed up at the first lick and a soft sigh escaped through my gritted teeth on the second. Lap after lap up my shaft, slowly feeling up my hardened member sent a new wave of pleasure of me. Her teases did what my own hand and many before her couldn’t. My cock, pressed against her slick, warm tongue strained to be inside her lips.
“Ahhh…” I huffed, reaching out to put a hand at the back of her head. My touch seemed to encourage her because she stopped at my head after one last lick and stroked her tongue down my slit after rounding my crown. I shuddered, but the second she invited me into her lips, lightly suckling around my head, I moaned aloud.
The moan only got louder as she brought a hand up and twisted it up and down my slick shaft, moving it in time with her bobbing head. Her lips followed her hand as she pumped and sucked me. Feeling my wolf’s lustful wishes finally getting granted gave me sensations beyond all belief. My balls churned with my fresh seed just waiting to get pumped out and shoot down Isabell’s throat.
I threw my head back, planting both hands at the back of her head, digging my fingers into her hair. She forced her lips halfway down my length and my eyes fluttered as I cried out, “Oh, fuck yessss!”
“Oh… Oh, Isabell…! I’m gonna… I’m gonna start…! Ohhh fuuuuck!” All at once, I started shooting into her mouth, one after the other in rapid succession. After taking a few mouthfuls, she pulled her mouth off my cock, allowing a couple of the shots to hit her face—especially her cheek. She didn’t seem to mind, however, beaming at me just as she had when I first saw her come through the door.
I was left panting as she licked my seed off of her lips, quietly giggling to herself. “Well, that was pretty fun, don’t you think?” I nodded a few times, but she gave me a look. Picking up my prick, making me wince in response, she said, “But I’m not done with you yet…”
I sat up a little, surprised. “I… You… You’re not…?” My thoughts scattered for a moment, but it only took a second for me to see what she was getting at. In an instant, she was naked and quickly changed positions again. This time, she chose to expose herself to me.
I blinked twice and wrapped my hand around my newly invigorated hardness. “Well, well… It seems that you’re not.” I got onto my knees and took a moment to admire her beauty in its rawest form. There was nothing to keep her from me and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to keep myself from her for very much longer. “Hot damn, you’re absolutely gorgeous,” I said with a grin, reaching down to toy with her pulsing clit. As my thumb teased the little nub, her legs spread apart further, making it seemingly too easy to wedge myself comfortably between her.
Isabell looked at me if she was blushing and the wolf in me could sense her getting warmer. Her feminine sent drove me wild the longer it was in my nostrils—nice and sweet, but also packing a punch. Knowing what I could do to her—that I could give her just as much heat as she gave to me sent me past the point of taking things slowly.
“You ready, babe?” I asked in a low, growly tone. At first I started positioning the tip at her entrance, but I abandoned the endeavor once I decided that even though I knew what she was going to say, I wanted to hear her reply.
I crawled over her, feeling my shaft grind against her wet little snatch and glide up her inner thigh. Lips just inches away from her ear, I asked again, “You ready?” in a soft whisper. I could feel Isabell shudder along my words.
“Fuck yes, Ross,” she replied without the slightest second of hesitation. I grinned, leaning in a little closer to drag my fang down her ear to tease her as my hips brought my cock up and against her dripping sex again. “Mm… Oh, baby…” moaned Isabell as she began to rock into my grinds, kicking her feet up beside me.
“You want me to go hard for you, babe…?” I asked, grinning against her skin.
“I want you to give me everything you’ve got!” As soon as she answered, I slipped the tip in, making her gasp sharply. “Ahh…!”
“That’s what I like to hear…!” I said just before joining her in the gasp, feeling her walls clamping down around me and pulling me in further and further. “Ah… You’re so… Holy shit…!” I cried as I threw my head back, pushing more of myself into her. I felt like I was never going to reach her end and before I knew it, my entirety was inside of her.
I could feel her walls all around me, clenching me tightly and already starting to milk the steady stream of pre-cum out of me. Isabell’s moans matched my groans, getting louder as I slowly started to pull my hips back and thrust right back into her. The motion only got faster, my body staying close to hers as we rocked the cushions, the TV providing white noise under our cries of pleasure.
The sensations washing over me were like nothing I’d ever felt before. Each one she gave me worked wonders on my body. I could feel everything at that moment. It was close to overwhelming me the instant I started going faster, getting the entirety of my cock inside her with every other thrust. I bit down on the side of her neck, raising myself up to go even harder, making Isabell writhe and squirm under me until I started feeling myself building to the climax.
“Ah…! Ah…! Isabell…!”
“Ross! Rooosss! Yes!”
I gave her one last thrust before we both shouted out at the height of the climax. Her juices gushed past m
y torrent of hot seed, shooting out to meet her and fill her completely. Before I pulled out of her, our combined fluids were leaking past my shaft and onto the couch.
Exhausted, yet satisfied, I laid atop her, panting heavily as we reveled in the afterglow. “Hey Ross,” Isabell started to say in between pants.
“Yes?”
“I think my bro was wrong about you… You’re not such a bad guy.”
I couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Thanks.”
A few weeks passed and I didn’t hadn’t gotten any word from the outside. Jack would come by to check on Isabell and inform me that he hadn’t dug anything up then go back home for what I presume was more scheming. There wasn’t a day that went by that Isabell or me weren’t pawing at each other—sometimes right after Jack had left. “I just feel so naughty!” she told me on more than one occasion.
On that occasion, of course, I’d reply with, “I know you do, but sometimes naughty feels just so damned good. Because of all of our spontaneous outbursts, we ended up talking more than ever before. I started to learn more about how the internet worked, so I allowed her to go online again, which was much to her pleasure. It’d be impossible to name all of the times I’d come home only to see her giving a guy a show in the living room. By that point, of course, I’d join her if only to show the guy she was talking to who was really in control of things around here.
The first time I had alone in the longest time was when Jack came by to go with Isabell to do something with their mother. I didn’t look into it any further because I didn’t need Jack getting any more suspicious than he already was. Isabell asked if I wanted to go with them, but I figured it was something for the family to enjoy, so I declined. Jack didn’t seem too broken up about it, but I could tell Isabell really wanted me to go along.
A minute after she left with Jack, I remembered that I hadn’t checked the mail on that day. Living in an apartment, I had to go into the main office to get my mail. On the walk there, I couldn’t shake the creeping feeling that I was being watched, but shrugged it off. My wolf always felt things around me, but they weren’t always dangerous. A few years of getting caught chasing shopping carts disproved that my senses were always right.
I stepped into the main office, waved to the attendant, and pulled the mail key out of my pocket. After fiddling with the lock, I opened my box up and started to sift through the envelopes. One in particular caught my eye. Upon closer inspection, the envelope’s color was mint green and was formatted like a bill. Normally, I’d see the corporation’s name written somewhere on the front, but there didn’t seem to be one on this one—anywhere.
My curiosity offsetting my caution, I opened the letter with a claw. “What’s this…?” I asked myself as I scanned the document. The entire thing looked as though it’d been typed up on a typewriter, and the only thing that resembled a handwritten font was the signature at the bottom. I raised an eyebrow at several of the lines, but the most disturbing part of the letter was the disclosure that they knew about Isabella.
Holy shit. My mind raced. How could they know? Jesus Christ. How the fuck? I acted on impulse and slammed my mailbox’s door shut. I nearly tore the lock off since I had to fiddle with my key a little to get it out. Shit. Shit! I stuffed the envelopes into my pockets, feeling my wolf growling and starling inside of me. I didn’t know whether or not to tell Jack, but what I did know was that Isabell was in danger. The one job I had was to protect her and if I could do that, then, I knew I’d be able to have another shot at happiness with her.
I whisked myself away back into the apartment. As soon as I was inside, I slammed the door shut behind me and threw the envelopes down onto the kitchen table. With a sigh, I put the normal bills together in a pile to the right, but pulled he distinct, mint envelope closer to me. As if I feared the paper itself was poisonous, I pulled it out and looked it over gingerly. It was obvious to me that the person who sent me the letter, regardless of the fact I didn’t know them, knew me very well.
Line after line they presented me with various facts. Where I lived, who I lived with, even when and where I ate every day. It was strange to me, at first, to think that someone would go to such lengths to learn about me solely to get at Isabell. I threw my hand behind my head, scratching my scalp as I searched for answers. “There’s got to be something that I’m missing here…” I said to myself as I looked through the lines again.
I started at the signature for what felt like hours, but nothing came to mind. I thought back to everyone I’d been in the army with or people I just happened to know. Would it be him? Nah, too pretty to be his…
Left with little choices, I knew I could call Jack, but that could make things worse for the both of us. I decided to grab my phone, but instead of dialing his number, I dialed another friend’s. It rang a few times, but once I got the answering machine, I cleared my throat. “Hey, Mike? I need a favor…”
“So… It was you, huh?” I asked the house standing before me.
The tiny home was almost entirely in shambles, but light pink outlined every wooden panel and inch of it. I sneered at the color. Someone who wants to threaten two veterans lives in a place like this? I bet this is his mom’s house and he lives in the basement. I took one step onto the creaky old wood, making it cry out. Damn, this thing could break any second, I thought as I made my way up the steps and to the door.
I knocked twice and waited for a while. Using my enhanced hearing, I put my ear to the door to listen for footsteps on the other side. There didn’t seem to be anyone approaching, so I knocked again, but just once this time. My knocks made someone on the other side get up, as I heard through the thin, wooden door. “Hello…?” I asked as the person approaching stopped just short of reaching the door.
Slowly, the door started to open, revealing the dim light in side. I tried to see more of what was behind the person answering, but I couldn’t see past her impressive bosom blocking the way. It was apparent, at that point, that my eyes were wholly focused on her chest, so I cleared my throat to excuse myself. My gesture seemed to amuse the large, woman with snowy complexion enough to make her giggle. “Looks like someone hasn’t changed a bit…”
I tilted my head to the side asking, “Excuse me?” Oddly, she grinned a little, but didn’t respond. “Do we know each other…?” The woman nodded once. “From where…?”
She sighed heavily, her posture dipping for a moment. “You don’t remember? Well, then again, I suppose it was a pretty long time, but…” The woman pinned up her long, flowing hair with her fist for a moment, giving me enough time to fixate on her face.
Wait… No, it can’t be! “R-Rose…?” The woman nodded a few times.
“Yeah, it’s me. Surprised?”
I took a step back, swallowing dry air. Words couldn’t form in my mouth anymore—she shocked me to the core. “Y-you’re…”
“Alive?” she asked with a toothy grin. “Don’t worry, I was surprised to be alive as well. You see, after your little raid everyone died except me.”
“What…?” I tried to make sense of the situation in my head, but everything kept coming up blank. “I mean we…so…you know. They couldn’t get you where we were.”
Rose nodded slowly. “That’s right. And when I say ‘everyone’ I mean everyone. Even my brother. Trevor.”
I sighed deeply, remembering the night a little more clearly. I could see Rose in the moonlight, lost in bliss as my brothers slaughtered the unlucky bloodsuckers at the base. A part of me always held fondness for Rose despite her alliance, but the conflicting feelings made my fist curl up into a tightly wound ball.
“I… I’m sorry, Rose…” I looked away from her, feeling unworthy to look into her blue eyes.
“You don’t have to be. You’re not the one who drove a stake through his heart.” Rose crossed her arms, leaning on the doorframe.
“Drove a… Wait… Jack never did that.” Thinking back to the vampire hunts, Jack was the one who led the attack, but he never got his
hands dirty. The one most notorious on our team for killing the vampires was… Jesse.
“What are you talking about?”
My mind racing and heart pounding I hastily asked, “Rose, who did you ask killed your brother?”
“I…I can’t really remember what his name was…” She looked off to the side, lost in thought as she tried to remember.
I took a deep breath and then asked, “Was his name Jesse, by chance?”
“Yes!” she exclaimed excitedly as she jumped in the air. “That was his name! Jesse. Why do you ask?”
“I… I don’t know how to tell you this Rose, but Jack wasn’t the one to kill your brother…”
“What are you talking about, Ross?” she asked with a confused look on her face.
“Jack never actually killed any of the vampires. The guy you probably want is Jesse. He’s the one who went crazy with the stakes…not Jack.”
The two of us were silent for a little while. Rose was lost in thought and I didn’t know what to say to help. “So,” I started to say, “Are you going to be all right…?”
Rose nodded a few times before saying, “Thank you, Ross.”
Before I could say anything else, she started closing the door. Just as it shut I managed to squeeze in, “I hope everything turns out all right.”
Rose paused for a moment to add, “You know, we could always go for coffee or something if you’d like…”
I shrugged, but smiled. Seeing Rose in the doorway helped me remember why I was here in the first place. The woman that’d been enchanting my life ever since she walked through the door. As much as I liked Rose, there was no denying that I’d moved on. “Nah, I’m all right. But thanks for the offer anyway. Take care, Rose.”
