Dancing through the bathroom doorway, she shimmied her way to the shower door, opened it, and turned the water on full blast before allowing it to warm up sufficiently. When she dipped one foot under the deluge, she couldn't help but feel somewhat pathetic for thinking it but it seemed such a shame to wash Hugh's delicious scent from her body. She'd never smelled anything like Hugh's scent before. Well, except perhaps on Byron, but she'd never been so close to him to have had a full one hundred percent blast of his scent. Whatever aftershave they used, it sure as hell packed a punch. With an uncontrollable smile, she likened it to the same power as an atomic bomb.
The power of her experience with Hugh astounded her, and, as she began the daily ritual of cleansing herself and started to soap up her body, she realized that sex had never been so hot for her.
Mentally chastising herself, she continued to wash up. It wasn't a lie that sex with Joe had always been just adequate. There had never been any fireworks or big bangs. There had been a few gentle orgasms at times and nothing but false ones at others, but it had been a good experience overall. They'd never done anything wild or risqué, but she'd never been unhappy with her sex life. But, that was before what had just happened with Hugh.
She'd never realized that everything she'd ever experienced with Joe had been mild and so very . . . tedious, she thought a little shamefully. The thought seemed more adulterous than the act she'd just engaged in and only God knew why! But it did. It felt very treacherous to think that way, but it was the undeniable truth and impossible to explain away.
In the past, when she'd thought about sex with Joe, her sole reaction had been to sigh hopefully, longingly. Now, having experienced Hugh's touch, she knew that it wasn't her at fault, as she'd always thought it was. It had all been Joe's fault and that was like freeing a burden from her shoulders.
Just thinking about Hugh's touch and how it made her feel inspired hotter emotions, and, a little despairingly, she switched the water from hot to cold, shivering a little as the cold drops of liquid brushed over her sensitive skin. Quickly finishing up in the shower, she started to towel herself dry and grimaced once more as the material rubbed skin that was already covered in gooseflesh.
Dabbing the toweled material against her tender skin, she pondered what to do next now that her brain was finally starting to function like normal again. Blushing faintly, she realized that almost immediately it had focused on the next time, another time where she would be dominated by his powerful possession. How she would revel in that!
Grimacing, she realized that this could be the first and last time she experienced Hugh's lovemaking. Perhaps a part of him had been intrigued by what she supposed was a carte blanche. Perhaps now that he'd tasted the goods, he wouldn't be back for more.
She silently damned herself for being a coward and closing her eyes earlier when Hugh had pressed a kiss to her temple. Had she kept her eyes wide open, looked into his own, she would have had some clue as to how what had happened had affected him, if it had at all.
They said the eyes were the window to the soul, didn't they? She felt certain she would have been able to recognize whether it had been just a quickie or something he would've liked to repeat.
A part of her could only dream of experiencing something like that again while another part of her realized that it could potentially spoil her for good. It was like tasting the best, most heavenly perfect ice cream in the world and then being told that they just didn't make it anymore. It would ruin her for life. Having known the best made everything else seem ten times worse and therefore, totally off putting.
If she and Joe eventually reconciled, then as incredible as it seemed, she would have to learn to tolerate his touch. Hugh would definitely be a hard act to follow and a part of her was damned pleased that she'd made this little foray. Joe had done it and while they'd still been married. Now that they were no longer together, why the hell couldn't she?
It was about time she lived a little. Nearly fifteen years with the same man had made her dull and boring. Maybe whatever time she had with Hugh and or Byron would liven up her life a little and open her eyes to more than what was around her.
Returning to her bedroom, she hurriedly dressed and wandered back to her office. Starting her computer up, she glanced a little blindly out of the window as she waited for it to load. She had to shake herself away from her thoughts as the machine bleeped. With a tired and weary sigh, she started her work day.
Stopping herself from focusing on those stolen minutes with Hugh was a lot harder than she cared to admit.
* * * *
Narrowing his eyes at the clock on the far wall, Byron frowned as he realized that Hugh had been gone nearly twenty minutes. Despite himself, he was jealous. He was hard pressed to stop himself punching his fist through the newly constructed wall!
Feeling like a fool, Byron tried to control his anger and tried to stop himself from watching the second hand tick by. He couldn't be sure that his brother was with Nicole in the biblical sense, but he instinctively knew that Hugh was fucking their lady boss.
The thought made his nostrils flare wildly, and it was fast becoming immensely difficult to contain his beast, to stop it from reacting to the thought of what could be happening downstairs.
There was no need to feel any possessiveness because Nicole wasn't his to possess. Nor was there any need to feel jealousy for exactly the same reason.
It was harder than it should have been for his beast to understand that and the only relief in sight was short in coming. His acute hearing allowed him to hear the faint stomp of boots on the staircase, and he grimaced as he realized that Hugh was on his way. Very soon, his brother popped his head around the door. Nicole's scent on him was so pervasive that it was difficult to contain a groan and then a growl. A groan, because the scent was fucking amazing. A growl, because it shouldn't have been her scent all over him.
It was difficult to stop himself from snapping at his brother. Byron knew that Hugh had intended to tell Nicole about some heavy duty work that the floor necessitated and that it would be best if she were out due to the noise. But he felt certain that nothing of the kind had passed between them. His brother's usually somber face had lightened up some. He wasn't exactly grinning. His conquest and the change in his demeanor wouldn't be evident to anyone else, but to Byron, it was like a flashing yellow beacon.
For the first time in his life, Byron felt jealousy. It was a hard emotion to name, especially after having only heard of it and never having experienced it and definitely not where his brother was concerned, but he knew that he resented Hugh for having touched Nicole first.
No one else suspected anything. The rest of the work crew weren't wolves, so they couldn't discern jack shit from his brother's scent. But Byron could and the telling fact that Hugh wasn't meeting his eyes told Byron that Hugh could sense his fury.
It was difficult to change focus and start thinking about all the work ahead of them. It was even more difficult when Hugh called everyone together with a change of plan to the day's schedule. If Byron's scent didn't deceive him, and he was sure it didn't, then Hugh had fucked Nicole. Knowing how he was with women, she was probably downstairs napping after their quick fuck.
Why that suddenly sent ire flooding through him like a back draft, he wasn't sure. Only yesterday he'd heard Nicole proposition Hugh. When he'd first met her, he'd been attracted to her. Hell, every single member of the crew thought she was hot. But there had always been some kind of restriction, a definite line drawn between them because of her marriage. Now that he knew that restriction was gone, that she had practically given Hugh and indirectly him the perfect opportunity to pounce and enjoy the very lushness of her body, his beast was finding it difficult to contain itself.
That Hugh had gone ahead with Nicole's wishes merely riled him up even more, made him want her more. He could almost feel his beast panting with desire, with a desperate need to mark the woman downstairs with his scent, for that scent to compete with th
at of his brother's.
Reaching for a hammer, he grabbed it and began to pound some nails into the wall. The action, the violence of it, burned up some of the tension that was riding him. But at the same time, it seemed to be adding to it. The momentum of the work, the power he was using, seemed to increase the violent feelings that were pervading him. Lifting his hand one final time to knock the nail into the wall, he grimaced as it powered in on the first hit and left a large dent in the plaster.
Grunting, he released the hammer and let it fall to the floor. The sound made every member of the crew look around and stare at him in shock. He ignored their bewildered gazes and with an aggressive nod at Hugh that dared him to say anything, he stalked angrily out of the room.
He hurried down the stairs and walked over to Nicole's office door. Immediately knocking on the door, he waited none too patiently for her to open it. The wait seemed interminable and he was hard-pressed not to open the damned door himself and storm in.
A moment later, however, the door swung inwards and a somewhat dazed and harried Nicole stood in the doorjamb. She gazed blankly at him for a second. "Byron? Is everything alright?" she murmured quietly.
That short pause managed to rile him more than anything that had happened that morning. For a moment or two, she genuinely hadn't known who he was. How could she not know him on first glance? Why was it that he was tearing himself up inside with these possessive feelings and she had to take a moment to recollect just who he was?
The injustice of it annoyed and frustrated him. But what really pissed him off was the fact that she'd just managed to hurt him. Hurt him! The man that usually did all the heartbreaking had been hurt by a woman he hadn't even slept with. A woman that called to his beast more than any woman he'd ever met.
Breathing deeply, he closed his eyes to regroup and started when she seemed to move backwards fearfully. He frowned at the movement, then looked at her piercingly, hoping to analyze whatever the hell was going on behind those molten, gleaming green orbs of hers.
"Do I frighten you, Nicole?" His voice was low and there was a vein of hurt threaded through the question.
With a look of surprise, she shook her head in response.
"I was working, Byron. Is there something you need?"
He smirked, then slowly quirked his lips into a smile that would make even the hardest woman, hell even lesbians, take another look. "How about, if I said . . . you."
"Me?" she squeaked and took another step backwards.
"Hmm, yes. You," he murmured softly, on firmer ground now because he felt more in charge of the situation.
"But . . . ," she said, shaking her head in confusion before trying to swallow and dampen her suddenly dry throat. "What are you talking about, Byron?"
He grinned. "What do you think?"
"I think you're mad. What's brought all of this on?" she asked, then narrowed her eyes and aimed a suspicious glare his way. "Have you been talking to Hugh?"
Recognizing that she was uncomfortable with that possibility, he chose to act dumb.
"He's my brother and my partner, of course I talk to Hugh. What kind of question is that?" he asked blithely.
She sighed in relief, and he wondered why that had been so all-fired important to her when only yesterday she'd been asking Hugh for their, not just Hugh's, help in riling up Joe's possessive instincts.
"I've seen you watching me, Nicole," he said, taking a step forwards and into her space.
"You most certainly have not!" she denied fiercely.
He grinned wolfishly as a blush stole over the delicate features of her face.
"You have. Why lie? I've been watching you, too." He swept his gaze over her covered but undeniably lush curves.
"Why are you really here, Byron?"
"Sweetheart, do you really need to ask that?"
He didn't let her answer. Moving with lightning speed, he brought his body flush against hers and pressed his lips softly over hers. It was hard containing the fury of the beast, because that was what it was. Fury. Energy surged through him, and he longed to pounce on top of her. He longed to cover every inch of her body with his kisses, longed to taste every single centimeter of her tingling flesh and, more importantly, mark her with love bites.
The beast wanted to gain dominion over her and that he would allow, but he knew that if he pressed too hard, she would retreat and that he wouldn't, couldn't allow.
Instead, he kissed her teasingly and enticed her with his mouth. His tongue lathed her lower lip and the inside jut of that pleasing mouthful. Tangling his tongue slightly with her own, he slid the two lengths together and had to hold back a growl of triumph as she mewled softly.
His hands clamped tightly to her hips and slowly, he pressed her against his hard length. Feeling the jut of her hipbone against the pounding hardness of his throbbing cock made him almost sigh in relief. He shifted his hips and rubbed himself between her legs.
Hesitant hands raised and clung to his shoulders before they swooped down and began to explore his cloth-covered chest. Fumbling fingers began to crease the bottom hem of his shirt, and he had to withhold a groan of delight as they eventually began to touch his stomach. He felt the wonder behind that touch, the sheer uninhibited pleasure that she exuded from being able to caress him so freely.
It made him wonder what kind of sex life she'd had with her ex, but his wolf didn't appreciate the thought of her with another man. It could just handle Hugh, but then the only thing that had pissed him off this morning was the fact that he hadn't joined in. That Hugh had made the decision without him and had gone storming off to seduce her without discussing it with him.
Now, it was his turn, and he intended to enjoy it to the max.
She wore the most unsexiest baggy sweats he'd ever seen, but somehow his cock was harder than he could ever remember it being before. When her hand hesitantly reached down and cupped him, his brow felt as though it was covered with sweat. The control it took to hold back and not pounce on her was immense, and, despite himself, he began to feel a little wary. She shouldn't be affecting him this way, but, at the same time, a part of him had always known that it would be this intense with her, this deep with her. It worried him a little, but he accepted it and accepted what it could mean to him.
He wondered if Hugh felt the same way. If when he'd touched her, this overwhelming sense of rightness had pervaded him.
Impatience started to clamor at him and so, he grabbed the T-shirt she wore and tore it asunder, baring her to his hungry gaze, and he was hungry like the wolf.
As he watched her entire torso became flush beneath his penetrating gaze, but she didn't seem scared or fearful of his passion. Indeed, excitement made her lips quiver and a slight tremor overtook her, making her breasts quiver delightfully.
He ripped off her bra, then proceeded to strip her of her sweats and panties. Holding her close to him, he bent slightly, crouching so that he could grasp her legs and spread them, then hike her upwards so she could cling to his hips.
When the heat of her wet pussy touched him, he felt like flinging his head back and howling with pleasure. His cock began to pound with the blood rushing to it, and he knew that if he didn't get it in her soon, he'd be in danger of cumming in his pants, which seemed a hell of a waste to him!
He turned around and jolted with shock as he realized he'd left the damned door open, so with her clinging to him, he kicked it shut and pressed her back against the hard wood.
She moaned as the cold surface touched her back and arched away from it.
He pushed her back against it then fumbled with his fly and released his throbbing cock.
She looked down at his cock and her eyes became wide with surprise.
He couldn't help the smugness that pounded through his veins at her slight look of awe. Grabbing his dick, he pressed it between her legs and unerringly sought out the molten heat of her wet cunt. He slid it along the line in between her clinging pussy lips, felt the moisture cling to him and sigh
ed out loud as pleasure racked him.
He teased them both for a second, lodging the head of his cock at the entrance and refusing to move. Only when her hips began to squirm, only when her head began to rock against the door and small mewls of pleasure escaped her mouth as her beseeching gaze tore at his control did he comply with her demand and take possession of her. Plunging into her fiercely, so deep and hard that a he ripped a shocked cry from her and her body went rigid for a few seconds.
Guilt assailed him for a few moments at having taken her so roughly until her hips began to rock in demand and he realized that although she hadn't been prepared for it and it had hurt a little, she was willing to meet him and fight him for every damned inch.
He pinned her to the wall and began to fuck her in earnest, simultaneously soothing his wolf, burning his earlier anger and annoyance and generally making his cup run over in Nicole's very willing body.
He groaned as her pussy walls began to milk him, the tight clinging muscles almost unmanned him. But with his body holding her to the door, he removed one hand from her hip and moved it between her legs where he began to play with her clit.
She squealed as he did so, and he couldn't help the grin that overtook him at the sound of sheer pleasure that his touch elicited. His hips slowed as he ploughed into her tight flesh. Tension overtook her, and his fingers pinched at her clit hard, and he plunged deep into her, dragging her to the very height of an orgasm that made her entire body flush and her head tilt backwards in pleasure.
He watched her cum, watched the climax's effects and realized that he had never seen a woman appear so damned sexy in the throes of an orgasm.
His cock still hard in her, he withstood the fucking fantastic feel of her pussy clinging to him and managed to hold back from spewing into her. It was hard, but he was determined. He wanted his scent on her and the strongest way of doing so was cumming in her mouth.
When the tremors of pleasure stopped rocking through her, she looked at him weakly and squirmed, skewering herself deeper on to his cock. Burning eyes looked at him and the sensuality and sheer appeal in those eyes made him take a deep breath.
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