by Wilde, Rhea
He stood up and kissed me deeply. I could taste some of my own fluids on his mouth. He continued to stimulate me with his hands as if trying to get me to come again. I picked each of my legs up and kicked my pants to the side. Completely naked and against the glass, Vaughn punished me with his hand and mouth.
I used both of my hands to help him with his own clothes. I pulled his shirt off of him and fumbled frantically with his jeans. He kicked them off quickly and now we were both naked in front of the window.
I could feel the heat of his length next to me. My climax had not gotten rid of my desire for him. He suddenly placed both of his arms underneath my legs and picked me up off of the ground. He pinned me against the glass window. I wasn’t aware I was this flexible. Vaughn was strong though and it didn’t take him a lot of effort to hold me up. My knees were suddenly parallel to my arms. He pushed me up against the glass with his broad shoulders resting under each of my knees.
“We don’t have any condoms,” he groaned to me.
There was no way I could tell him to stop. My passion was running too deep. I wanted him inside of me and the formality of latex only made me angry.
“Vaughn, please…” my voice low with passion.
I looked at him through narrowed eyes. I could see the desire deep down in his blue eyes. We didn’t plan this. We just had to live in the moment.
Without warning, he shoved himself inside of me. I gasped at the feeling of his length. The warmth filled my insides and rubbed against me. I was so wet and inviting for him, allowing him to slide in and out of me with ease. The glass thudded as he quickly found his rhythm. He pounded me up against the window, my ass on display for the entire city to see. He reached forward with his mouth and kissed me, filling me with more of the venom my body was craving. We had this entire penthouse to ourselves and we had already found the perfect spot for him to please me.
Vaughn’s muscles became harder. His body was covered in sweat as he worked to drive himself into me. His length filled me up completely. My walls closed around him. The stimulation was too much for me to handle. The loud sound of his hilt banging against my skin grew louder. I was sandwiched between him and the glass, unable to move but not caring a bit.
Vaughn then tightened his grip around me and moved me away from the glass. I didn’t know where he was taking me but I didn’t care. He carried me around the penthouse suite, my arms wrapped around his neck. We continued to kiss as he led me into the bedroom. He pulled out of me and playfully tossed me onto the bed. I worked my way onto my hands and knees, waiting for him to get back inside of me. I felt his hands upon my ass and he slowly turned me onto my side.
“Just for tonight,” he said.
I nodded. We didn’t usually do it like this. I was used to having him mount me. I enjoyed it. I knew that he did, too. But it didn’t matter to me how he had me. I just wanted him.
I laid on my back. I spread my legs and he positioned himself between them. He worked his way up my body and kissed me. The rigidness of his muscles pressed up against me and I was reminded of just how perfect he was. I gasped and closed my eyes as he filled me up once again. I wrapped my arms and legs around him. The feeling of having my boyfriend inside of me was indescribable. He drove me into the soft mattress.
The arousal was building up inside of me again. I quickly found myself on the verge of another climax. His hilt bounced against my clitoris and stimulated me even more.
“Vaughn…”
I moaned his name again. He started to increase his pace. His thrusts became hard and fast. I wrapped my arms and legs around him as tight as I could. His sweaty flesh started to drip onto me. I was close to the edge and with a few more hard pushes he pushed me over.
My muscles tightened as I began to climax again. I pulled Vaughn close to me as the orgasm racked my body. The waves of pleasure surged through me. My mouth hung open. The moans were stuck in my throat. It was as if my brain had shorted out, the pleasure overloading my senses.
I collapsed down onto the bed when my orgasm finally started to subside. Vaughn slowed his pace and my arms and legs fell to my sides. He pulled out of me. I looked down and saw that his length was still hard and erect.
“You didn’t…”
Vaughn shook his head. I sat up and passionately started to kiss him.
“Vaughn, you can—”
“No.”
“Okay… You can’t finish inside of me. But that doesn’t mean you can’t finish. Please…”
Vaughn sat upon his knees and crouched in front of me. I kissed him as I sat next to him. I took his length into my hand and began to stroke him. His cock pulsed from my touch. It was wet, covered in my fluids. I knew that he was enjoying it because he started to moan into my mouth.
I started to increase the pace, just as desperate as he was to find his relief. My hand stretched the wet flesh of his length back and forth. I squeezed my hand and the squishy sound grew just as loud as our moans.
“I… I want you to come on me,” I moaned.
“Ariel—”
“Come on me like when Sosa and his queens were watching. Now all of the eyes of New York are on us. Mark your territory…”
He was powerless to protest. A slave to his lust. I fell onto my back for him. With his cock in my hand, I aimed it at my chest. I was jerking him as hard as I could. I looked up at him and tried to get him to finish. His body was trembling and I knew that he was close.
Suddenly, he let out a loud groan and his body began to spasm. The first line of his seed shot from his tip. The white fluid fell upon my breasts with some of it missing and ending up on the sheets. I continued to milk him as we both moaned. I enjoyed the feeling of my breasts becoming wet with his semen. Line after line emptied from his tip.
As he started to finish, I squeezed every last drop out of him. His cock started to go limp in my hand. I looked down at the mess he had made on me and couldn’t help but feel satisfied. He leaned down and kissed me. I was in complete ecstasy.
He laid down next to me. We smiled at one another as the bliss washed over the both of us. I was barely able to look back at him. I was exhausted but forced myself to remain staring at him. I didn’t want to stop looking at his handsome and unkempt face.
“How long do we have the room for?” I asked him.
“Only a few days.”
“A few days? We should leave soon. I might get used to this.”
“Don’t worry. I’m sure there are more places in New York more appropriate for a couple like us.”
We chuckled with one another in our ecstasy. It only took a few days but we had already made enough memories in New York to last a lifetime. But we still had time to make even more.
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Somewhere…
Irvine Gold took a huge bite out of the apple in his hand. He rested his feet up on the desk in front of him and leisurely leaned back in his seat. With his motorcycle jacket being cleaned of all of the blood on it, he decided to dress in a black custom-tailored suit. He looked around the office he sat in and sighed with boredom. The door suddenly opened behind him.
“Irvine, get you feet off my desk.”
He casually did as he was told but still remained relaxed in his seat. A brunette woman dressed in a navy blue office suit walked into view and took a seat at her desk in front of Irvine. He took another bite of his apple as the two of them stared at one another.
“Well,” he said as he held his arms out to the side, his mo
uth full of food. “Are you going to congratulate me?”
“Congratulate you? Isn’t your payment enough?”
“Sasha, you wound me. I do this for more than just the money.”
“Then you’ll do your next assignment for free.”
“Now, I didn’t say that.”
Irvine winked at her and Sasha rolled her eyes. She flipped open the manila folder in front of her. While she examined the documents inside, Irvine stared at her curiously.
“You should have seen it, Sasha. There were thousands of wolves. Every inch of Central Park was covered—”
“Yes, I read your report, Irvine. There’s no need to embellish your story once again.”
“Yeah but words on a sheet of paper… They can only tell you so much.”
“Yes, yes, go on if you must.”
Sasha remained focused on the documents in front of her while Irvine continued his tale. But before he did, he stopped himself. He noticed the unusual focus on Sasha’s face.
“What is that?” Irvine asked her.
“I’m looking at some of the information that Forensics sent me. They examined that rifle you picked up.”
“And what did they find?”
Sasha finally looked up at him. There was a look of seriousness on her face which only confused Irvine.
“We checked the fingerprints in our database. Nothing came up.”
“Well, I’d never seen him before,” he said. “I thought I’d met every hunter in the world by now. He must be new.”
“But his fingerprints weren’t the only thing he left on that gun.”
“What do you mean?”
“You said you hit him with a crossbow bolt. He bled onto it.”
“What does that matter? Do you have a blood database, too?”
“No. But they noticed something strange about it. It was melted into the metal.”
“So?”
“They tested the blood, Irvine. It’s positive for a Lycan.”
“What?”
Irvine stopped chewing on the apple he was eating then started to laugh. He shook his head. Sasha didn’t find any amusement. She only stared back at Irvine with a serious look on her face.
“You’re joking,” he said. “That doesn’t make any sense. Why would a wolf be using a weapon? What reason would he have to—”
“I don’t know, Irvine. But he is a wolf.”
“That’s impossible! Maybe it was someone else’s blood. He was hanging out with a bunch of wolves. There were thousands of them.”
“Irvine, you saw him bleed. He was holding it when you shot him. It’s his blood.”
“Let me see that…”
Irvine tossed his apple into a nearby wastebasket and picked up the paper on Sasha’s desk. His eyes quickly scanned the information. Everything Sasha had said to him was right there before him.
“There must be a mistake,” he said as he shook his head.
“Irvine, they tested it several times. The man is a wolf. You said he was white-haired and dressed in a suit?”
“Yeah, so?”
“How old was he?”
“I don’t know,” Irvine shrugged his shoulders. “I forgot to ask him when his birthday was when we were on our date. He looked young though.”
Sasha sighed then leaned back in her chair. Irvine put the paper back down onto the desk and leaned back just as she did. The two of them looked at one another, trying to process what they had just learned.
“Okay, so he’s a wolf,” Irvine said. “And he happens to be an asshole, too. So what?”
“Irvine, stop and think. This man is responsible for influencing two different clans. He went to a small town and practically wiped out the Rucai. Then he went to New York and tried to influence the largest clan in the world. He’s obviously up to something.”
Irvine lowered his head and scratched the back of it. He sighed after listening to everything Sasha just said.
“Do you have my next assignment or what?” he asked.
“I talked with some officials, Irvine. You’re the best.”
“Naturally.”
“And since you’ve been on this assignment already, it’s only necessary for you to continue.”
“Okay. But we don’t have any leads to go on.”
“We do. There’s a pattern here.”
“There is?”
“He thought that nobody would notice if he tried to influence one of the smaller clans. When we did, he decided to go after the biggest one. And he succeeded.”
“So, who’s he going after next?”
“That’s the thing, Irvine. You’re going to get to them first.”
“What? What do you want me to do? You can’t expect to negotiate with wolves! I hunt them for a living. They’re not going to want to talk to—”
Irvine stopped himself. He looked at Sasha as she calmly placed her hands on her desk and leaned forward.
“Vaughn has proven himself more than capable—”
“This isn’t Vaughn’s job!” Irvine shouted at her. “He’s not some superhero. He’s just a lone wolf without a clan trying to live an ordinary life.”
“Irvine, this is important. You’re going to need Vaughn’s help once again. You need him if you’re going to get to this clan first and protect them from this man’s influence.”
Irvine sighed and stood up from his chair. He balled his fists and pressed his knuckles against the desk. He began to shake his head in disbelief.
“The Agency is prepared to offer you a lot of money,” Sasha said to him. “We’re not paying you to deal with the clan. We’re paying to convince Vaughn to lend us his services once again. It shouldn’t be that difficult. Technically, his life is still at risk. And it’s not just him. She is in danger as well—”
“This is not their fight!”
Irvine raised his head from the table. He stared back at Sasha then shifted his eyes to the side.
“The serial murders have ceased in New York,” he said. “They’ve received the respect of every remaining wolf in the city. There’s no place safer for them than among those clans.”
“Irvine… As long as the owner of this rifle is still alive, they’re in danger. It doesn’t matter where they are. This is their fight.”
Irvine sighed as he considered Sasha’s comments. He knew that she was right but didn’t want to acknowledge it.
“At least give them a few days,” he muttered.
“This is not an immediate concern, Irvine. But the sooner you get to them, the less chance of danger there will be.”
Irvine stood up straight and fixed his jacket. He looked at his reflection in the glass of the office window and straightened his tie. He ran his hand along his dark hair and pressed it down. He coughed and cleared his throat.
“I want the full payment upfront. Now… Where am I taking them?”
