Fluffy Like hell. He was he was he was a freakin man in what she thought was a dogs body, was what he was. How long could a guy keep this up?
Oh, and that sweetums crap was gonna stop.
Dog? If he could spit right now, he would. Instead, he opted to give himself a good scratch. There were some finer aspects to this particular form. He could lick his own balls. He scratched again behind his ears.
How the hell had he gotten fleas? In the damn pound thats how.
His ears, finely tuned, pricked to the sound of her voice. Did she say dinner? Shit, he was not eating that dog kibble bullshit.
Yes, he was, for now anyway. Until he could make himself known, unleash the man in him Jesus, he sounded like a commercial for Viagra.
With resignation, he shuffled down the hall to the kitchen to eat his dinner and answer to the most ludicrous name in all of Hoboken Fluffy .
* * *
JC was scooping kibble into a bowl and working on cooking up a steak for her dinner when Fluffy squeezed himself between her and the table.
Hey handsome, hungry?
He sniffed her ass in response.
Quit, would you? You dont need to sniff my ass. You already know who I am. Im the girl responsible for that beautiful new hairdo youre sporting. Now, be a good boy and eat your dinner, and Ill eat mine. She smiled at him, rubbing the top of his head with the heel of her hand. Dinner for two, isnt it romantic? Pretty soon well be picking out a china pattern together. As she set a place for herself, he stood beside the bowl sniffing the rim.
This was god-awful. Whatd she call it? Some cheesy-liver crap. He didnt care how many tender, bite size nuggets they included. It sure as hell did not smell like real anything .
The aroma of the steak under the broiler was breaking him. His stomach growled with discontent over his bowlful of kibble. He nudged a piece or two with his nose.
See? Its good, isnt it? His eyes followed the steak as she pulled it out of the oven and set it on the counter.
Yahooo! Real meat . His taste buds did the happy dance.
The doorbell rang just as she was putting the finishing touches on her plate. Wiping her hands on a towel she gave him the dont screw with me look. Now, listen up, Fluff, dont go getting all territorial on me here. Its probably just one of my friends. Believe me when I tell you men have not been beating down the door to my sexuality as of late. So chill out and eat your dinner. Got it? She scratched his ears and went to answer the door.
Thank God. Now all he had to do was resist the temptation to stand on his hind legs and firmly sink his teeth into that tender steak. Hell, it smelled so good. Maybe if he just smelled it.
Paws firmly planted on either side of the flowered plate, he took a whiff. Holy T-bone ! He needed this bad.
He could just lick it. Shed never know. He raked his tongue over the salted surface.
Hell. His instinctive nature to devour it was threatening to overwhelm him. If I just take a bite well of course, shed know he did. Shed scold him and they could go on about their business. So he wouldnt get one of those doggy treats that tasted like shit on a shingle.
Big deal -- hit me where it hurts .
One bite and no more.
He clamped down on the meat, holding it with one paw, tearing just a small bite off the edge. Savoring the texture on his tongue, his stomach rejoiced.
He was certain he heard angels sing hallelujah in the distance. It had been so long since hed had a decent meal. It was a little overcooked for his liking, but who cared at this point?
Dropping down off the counter he attempted to fend off the temptation to gorge. He sniffed the bowl of kibble. No freakin way was he eating that.
Her feelings would be hurt. Shed gone to so much trouble to pick just the right variety out. Reading the ingredients on the package, vitamins and protein, everything a good pet might want in an owner.
He would not eat dog food and he was nobodys pet. Now if she wanted to pet him
He grabbed the bowl between his teeth and tipped it over behind the fridge, pushing it to the back with his paw. It was the best he could do for now. His stomach rumbled noisily again. That steak was calling his name. Well, it wasnt calling this new, utterly ridiculous dog name shed given him but calling him nonetheless.
He could resist. He would just walk away
Shit, no he couldnt.
Half, thats all hed eat. Just half -- it was too big for her anyway, he reasoned.
Finding a comfortable spot, he rested his lower body against the cabinets and dug in. Half, only half, he reminded his overactive stomach.
A screech laced with horror invaded his love-affair with the steak.
Fluuuffy! What are you doing? She stomped toward him, clearly not pleased.
His name is Fluffy? a male voice guffawed loudly. Hes friggin huge, JC.
Shit . Foiled, screwed, it was the doghouse for him. He slid guiltily from the counter, turning to identify the new male voice whod entered the kitchen. His ears stood up attentively.
Why, thank you . He preened over the intruders words.
Yeah, hes huge all right, and in a whole lot of trouble. He ate my steak!
Well, not the WHOLE steak, and who the hell is this anyway ? His eyes landed on the dweeb whod interrupted a perfectly good meal. Definitely not a member of the tall, dark, and handsome club. He had that beefed-up look about him that meant he cared more about making his payment to the place he pumped iron in than he did about his girlfriend. His eyes were deeply set under a hawk-like forehead. Kinda beady if you asked him. Course, no one would ask him. He was the DOG .
He sat back on his haunches and narrowed his eyes at the interloper, waiting.
Grabbing JC by the arm, the man pulled her close to him. Listen. Forget the dog. Lets go out. Ill buy you dinner.
She squirmed free of muscle man and rubbed her arms, moving closer to Fluffy. I appreciate it, Jess, but no thanks. I have a lot to do tonight.
Like what? Hang out with this mutt? He hovered closer to JC, his thick body pushing Fluffy out of the way.
Mutt? Im sorry, did I hear that correctly? Wanna see my big MUTT teeth, asshole ? He placed his bulk between them again and gave Jess a warning growl.
Go lay down or something would you? Jess nudged Fluffy, hard with his knee and reached again for JC. Fluffy barked sharply in warning. This guy just didnt get the picture.
Dont make me bring out the big gun, bud .
Look, Jess, Im tired. Its been a long day. I already made dinner and I dont want to go out. JC let her hand rest on Fluffys back. He nuzzled it, staying close to her.
I just dont get you, JC. We had a good thing goin and now you want to throw it all away. Jess ran his finger down JCs cheek but she shrugged him off.
Yeah, we had a good thing going until you decided to stick your Mr. Happy where it didnt belong. Go home, Jess.
It was only once, JC, and you know I was drunk
Ah, of course you were -- that explains everything .
It doesnt matter anymore, Jess. We broke up. Its over. Now go home. JC turned her back to him, looking over her plate. Apparently, she was concentrating on what she might salvage of her half-eaten steak.
Jess was obviously not accustomed to the word NO . Cmon, JC, lets try to work this out. Ill take you to your favorite restaurant and we can talk. He persisted in sliding his arms around her waist from behind as his hand grazed her breast.
Thats it, nobody grabs my womans boob! Time for you to go . Fluffy growled just before he jumped on Jess back. Standing as tall as Jess, he used his full weight to knock him forward.
Jess reacted quickly by shoving Fluffy hard, knocking him to the ground. Get the fuck off me, you damn mutt! he snarled at him.
It was over faster than it began. With one swift motion, Fluffy backed up against Jess, lifted his back leg and let go.
A large yellow puddle formed on the tile of the kitchen.
JCs eyes widened as she bit her lip to smother a giggle while Jess h
opped around from foot to foot.
He peed on me! Ill fucking kill him Jess yanked the dishtowel from the rack and dabbed at his sodden jeans. His big, ugly face wrinkled with disgust.
JC began to laugh, the husky rumble making it all worthwhile for Fluffy. I really think you should go now, Jess. Fluffy doesnt like you much, do you, Fluff? He answered her by brushing up against her thighs protectively.
Jess beat a hasty retreat, shooting a fierce look over his shoulder at Fluffy. Okay, JC, but youll miss me when Im gone.
As if he hadnt threatened that a time or two .
Well, dont worry. If I find myself overwrought with loneliness, Im sure Ill be compelled to pick up the phone and call your cheating ass, JC called after him as the door slammed in her face.
Looking down at Fluffy, she tugged his ear gently. You ate my steak.
And saved your ass. Your very pretty ass .
But Ill forgive you, because you did get rid of Jess and hes not easy to get rid of. So I guess Im not eating steak for dinner, am I? Well, hero, I think its soup for me.
Fluffy nuzzled her hand to show his remorse. His ears stood at attention, waiting for forgiveness.
You beast. Listen here, sweetums, whatever I put in your bowl is yours . If its on a plate, you can be pretty sure its mine , unless the plate is on the floor. Got it?
Well, he couldnt in all good conscience consent to that, now could he ? He avoided her eyes and nuzzled her hand again instead.
She smiled down at him, her blue, almond shaped eyes crinkled at the corners. Im going to take that as a yes, Fluff. God, if only you were a man, youd be perfect.
* * *
He was sprawled out on the bed, his large paws tucked under her pillows. The blankets were a rumpled mess after hed given himself a good back scratch. They smelled of her sweet scent, sunshine and cinnamon.
Hey. JC patted his belly. Just a little lower and she was so there. No -- she wasnt ready for that yet. He fought his lustful thoughts and slowly opened his eyes with a yawn.
This, she tapped the bed, is mine, cookie. That, she pointed to the mat on the floor, is yours.
He lifted his head to see her more clearly. She had a towel wrapped around her head and one wrapped around her body.
Naked she was naked beneath the blue towel.
The gentle swell of her hip brushed up against his legs as she sat down next to him. Pouring lotion into her hands, JC smoothed it over her calves, working her way up to thighs he just knew were silky-soft.
He sniffed the air. Cucumber-melon for sure. Her small hands made circular motions, rubbing in the cream higher and higher. Lowering the towel, she let it rest at her waist as she dabbed some of the lotion on her shoulders. Her breasts thrust upward, her taut nipples beading from the cool air.
And what are you looking at? she chuckled.
He turned his head guiltily. I told you to get on the floor, handsome. JC stood and pointed again to his bed. Fluffy slunk off the bed, sliding to the floor and curling his big body on the mat.
Letting the towel fall to the floor, JC found her nightgown at the end of the bed and slid it over her creamy skin, the glow of the lamp shading her soft contours.
His groin tightened and he tensed at the familiar call of his body to shift . He willed his muscles to relax and obey, focusing on remaining in his wolf form. Because that could be bad Hey, JC. Im da man . Your man. I just look extra furry right now. Dont worry, I clean up real nice .
It was all he could do not to shift and show her he was no dog . Patience was required here. He didnt quite understand much more than JC was his prophesized mate. He felt her inside of him. He knew her soul. Now he had to find a way to get to know the rest of her without scaring the bejesus out of her. It wasnt going to be easy. Hey, JC, glad you adopted me at the pound. Thanks for rescuing me from death row. By the way, did I mention Im not just any wolf? Im YOUR wolf, baby. Wanna mate?
He really wanted to mate, and mate they would, if he had anything to say about it.
Soon.
Turning off the bedside lamp, JC scratched his muzzle before climbing over him and getting into bed. Her hand hung down over the edge of the mattress. He licked her palm, savoring the soft texture of her skin on his tongue.
Night, Fluffy, she whispered to him, her sultry voice slicing through the velvety darkness.
Goodnight .
Chapter Three
Moonlight streamed in from the window, soft, white shafts of light illuminating the sleeping form on the bed. He stood patiently, watching the slow rise and fall of her firm, rounded breasts. Covered in sheer white cotton, the shadow of her nipples scraped the fabric with each breath she took. Beaded and tight they thrust upward. Her nightgown skimmed the top of one thigh, the creamy expanse of skin leading to the soft folds of her sex. His mouth watered with anticipation as he imagined the velvet slide his tongue would experience in the moist lips of her cunt. His nostrils flared at her scent, smelling the musk of her need mingled with the night air softly blowing through the window.
He lifted a strand of her long hair from the pillow, inhaling the fresh scent of her fruity shampoo. The silky, soft wisp curled around his finger, glistening in the darkness of night. His heart sped as she stirred and whispered his name, low in her throat. Max
She stretched her arms upward exposing the outline of her lithe form. His cock swelled and lengthened with yearning. Soft hands tugged him forward so he knelt on the bed beside her. Lifting the sheer material, he tugged at the nightgown until she was naked. Her slender thighs spread in welcome.
He heard his own low moan in his ears when she grazed the thick patch of hair above his shaft. Her nails scraped the tender skin, gliding over his belly to caress the ridges and planes of his abdomen.
He sucked in a breath when she firmly grasped him in her palm. He thrust forward in the soft tunnel, as his head fell back on his shoulders and he circled her wrist to guide her. His hips rotated slowly, letting her caress him to pulsing madness.
Gritting his teeth, he stilled her hand bringing it to his mouth and kissing her palm. His tongue began a heated path along her arm. Slowly, he found his way to her shoulder in long strokes of tongue and lips. He hovered closer to her breasts, dragging his tongue between the two creamy swells. She raised her arms to cradle his head, clutching at his hair and tugging him closer to her nipple.
He captured the tight peak between his lips as her hips arched upward off the bed and she moaned softly. He allowed the pebbled surface to linger on his tongue before he suckled. Her hands tightened in his hair when he drifted toward the apex between her thighs. His hands massaged the supple skin of her leg, feeling her muscles tense as he slowly ran his fingertips over the outer lips of her pussy.
With forefinger and thumb, he spread the soft flesh, making her gasp.
He smiled against her breast, loving her sharp intake of breath when he grazed the swollen nub of her clit. She pulled him from her breast to her lips. Gazing down at her, he watched the tip of her pink tongue lick at his mouth. The soft sweep of her lashes fluttered when she felt his cock flex in response. Bracketing his face, she swept her silken tongue over his lower lip. His muscles tightened and his heart hammered in his ears as she explored him with her tongue.
He couldnt hold back any longer, he devoured her mouth, tangling his tongue with hers, sliding it in and out of the hot recess. Pressing her into the bed, he ground his throbbing cock into her thigh as his fingers continued to fondle her creamy folds. He let one drift to her wet passage and inserted a finger in slow increments.
Small hands dug into his back as she kissed him feverishly, spreading her thighs wider. He tore himself from her mouth, and strung a trail of kisses along her ribs, over her hips and across the flat plane of her belly.
She rolled toward him lifting her leg and pressing her soft body to his. He felt the outline of her ribs against his abdomen. His cock was inches from her mouth, as she clamped his head between her silken thighs. He felt her fingers c
ircle his rock hard shaft, then the moist warmth of her mouth as she enveloped him. His body shook while she held him between her lips and ran small circles over the sensitive flesh. He lay with his head pressed to her thigh, inhaling the musky scent of her pussy. Moving quickly he removed his finger and straddled her body.
His knees bracketed her head and his cock was deep in her mouth as she drove him to madness. Leaning forward he slid his tongue between the lips of her cunt. He fought to maintain control when her hips bucked and she hissed against his cock. He pressed his tongue flat against the inner folds and dragged it over the soaking, wet flesh. Burying his face in her sweetness, he laved her clit, swirling his tongue in and out, as he slid his hands under her ass and kneaded the firm flesh.
Cupping his balls, she fondled the tight sacs as she rose up on her heels, pressing his tongue to her. His hips jerked toward the warmth of her mouth, and he found himself rhythmically circling her head, dipping his cock in and out of her lips. She wrapped her arms around his torso, dragging him to her so they lay tightly together.
Skin against skin, he felt every inch of her silken form flush against his rougher one. Her beaded nipples scraped against his stomach, her hips crashed against his face. His cock throbbed against her tongue his balls grazing her nose. Her nails tore at the flesh of his ass, his gripped her calves tightly.
Tongues suckled and licked, the wet suction pounding in his ears as he devoured her pussy. She tensed beneath him when his teeth grazed her clit. He felt her mouth slacken around his cock as she rocked against his tongue, clinging to him and crying out as she came. He smoothed his hands over her thighs, gentling the small remaining shudders.
His cock burned now, with the need to imbed himself in her tight warmth. Shifting position, he turned her on her stomach. Still above her, he leaned back on his haunches to admire the curve of her ass. Her head rested between his thighs, cradled in her arms. Her long hair streamed around her shoulders, the dark silk a stark contrast to the white of the sheets. Her back rose and fell with short gasps for breath. Her eyes rose to meet his, waiting, searching. He tangled his hands in the long black tresses, caressing her cheeks. He let his hands roam over her skin, stopping at the taper of her waist, lingering. Kissing a path along her spine, he nipped at her skin lightly, allowing him time to rein in his desire.
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