by Mia Harris
Finally, he broke away.
“I know that this is a cliché; the President with an intern… but you… you’re special. I knew it the second I first smelled you,” he growled, staring down into Ari’s eyes as he continued to grind his hips against hers.
“How am I special?” she whispered.
“Well, aside from your incredible face and body, you just have an intoxicating scent about you. The right kind. The kind an alpha like me needs to be with.”
“What do you mean?”
He smirked.
“You know exactly what I mean. I know that you saw me today. I’m a werewolf. I’m actually glad that you did, because now I can claim you… as my mate.”
His eyes suddenly began to glow amber again, and Ari gasped as she realized how wild the expression on his face was. God, he really is a werewolf. The earlier heat had become an inferno raging throughout her body, and despite her fear and uncertainty, she knew that she wanted him, whatever he was. Badly.
Remy released her hands and growled as he pawed at her satin pajamas.
“I want these gone,” he demanded.
Ari obliged, unbuttoning the satin shirt and allowing her full breasts to spring free from the fabric. Remy growled again, and she saw his amber eyes burning with arousal as he ran his hands all over her chest. Leaning down and sliding his mouth back over her ear, he murmured something else.
“I’m going to fuck you, and when I’m done with you, you’ll never want another man ever again.”
As he spoke, his voice became gravelly and even deeper than before, and Ari shuddered in anticipation. She no longer cared that he had broken into her apartment in the middle of the night. All she wanted now was to feel him touch her.
He continued to slide his palms all over the smooth, creamy flesh of her breasts, and then moved his mouth down. Taking one of her already-stiff nipples in his warm mouth, he sucked gently, and then traced small, delicate patterns over her areola. Another bolt of electricity seemed to stream though her body, and her mind was completely flooded with desire for him.
As his mouth continued to move over the soft skin of her breasts, one hand began to move ever-so-slowly downwards, his fingernails trailing along her soft belly and hips before reaching the top of her pajama bottoms. Reaching back up for a moment, he grabbed her wrists and held them back up above her head with one hand, before smirking and sliding the other hand over the top of the satin fabric.
Ari whined softly in frustration as his palm cupped her, and she ached for him to be inside her right away. Despite his claim at being an alpha male, he was certainly taking his time to tease her and get her ready for him.
“Do you want me to take these off?” he asked, his eyes burning again.
“Yes.”
He grinned and used the hand that had been teasing her to pull the satin pants over her legs and feet. Groaning at the sight of her now-naked body beneath him, he shifted his weight for a moment and pushed her legs apart. Settling back on top of her, he resumed his grinding against her for a moment, before sliding his palm back down over her bare thighs.
Leaning down and roughly kissing her again, Remy continued to caress her thighs, and then began to nuzzle her throat and lick over her earlobes. He started to reach further up her legs, stroking her inner thigh, and then moving higher and higher until he reached and gently stroked the sensitive line where her thighs met her nether regions.
Ari moaned as he slid a finger inside her, and she could tell how wet she was. A tingling sensation started to build directly between her legs as he pumped the finger slowly in and out, and she closed her eyes and began to move her hips, trying to increase the pressure that he was using. Remy growled and held her down, but gave her what she wanted. He curled the finger inside of her and began to press against a sensitive spot, and then placed the pad of his thumb over her clitoris.
Ari moaned again, louder this time, as she felt a pressure building deep within. Remy smirked and pulled his hand away, slipping his wet finger into her mouth. She could taste herself on him as she sucked his finger, and as she did so, he released her hands from above her head and started to undo his pants. Tugging his underwear aside, he yanked her legs even further apart and positioned himself so that his hard cock was right up against her opening.
“Tell me to fuck you,” he growled as he rubbed his cock up and down her wet slit.
Ari was so desperate to feel him inside her that she would have said anything.
“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Hard.”
He growled again, and the expression in his eyes was that of a wild animal. Ari was suddenly afraid as he glared down at her, but the fear disappeared in an instant when he finally entered her. More bolts of electricity seemed to be shooting through her, and she gasped with delight as he filled her. As he began to thrust in and out, she ran her hands over his still-clothed back, feeling the tight, strong muscles underneath and pulling him closer.
Opening her legs wider, she wrapped them around his back and gasped as he began to move faster. His movements inside her felt incredible, and his groin rubbed up against hers with each thrust. Soon, Ari felt herself getting close to orgasm, and she began to whimper and moan with pleasure. Her breathing was quick and shallow now, and minutes later she felt the first waves of pleasure begin to descend over her.
As the incredible warmth flooded through her, she moaned in wanton ecstasy, and felt her muscles contracting erratically around Remy’s thick, hard cock. He grunted with contentment, and began to slam himself into her even faster and harder, his strong jaw clenched and his amber eyes glowing with arousal.
Ari screamed with pleasure as he continued his movements in and out of her, and he clamped a hand over her mouth again.
“You like this? You like being held down and fucked by the President?” he growled.
“Oh, yes,” she said breathlessly before gasping as she felt another wave of ecstasy surge through her body, again satisfying her deepest urges.
Truthfully, she didn’t care that he was the President anymore. The thing that was turning her on the most was that he was a real, live werewolf. Just hours before, she hadn’t believed in anything paranormal, but tonight had changed everything. They really did exist, and were seemingly capable of bringing her more pleasure than any other man ever had.
“I’m going to come inside you, little girl,” he growled.
His voice sounded gravelly and masculine, and that alone was enough to send her over the edge again. As her muscles tightened around him again, he buried himself deep inside her, coming with a loud groan.
Remy collapsed on top of her for a moment, exhausted, and Ari slid out from under him, trying to catch her breath.
“So, do you do this to every intern you meet?” she asked, feeling slightly bolder now.
He growled and pounced on her again.
“No. But you better watch how you talk to me.”
“I’m just… I’m still finding it hard to believe that you’re real,” she said. “I had no idea werewolves were real. How are you the President… if you’re one of them?”
He smirked at her again, but this time it was out of amusement.
“Of course you didn’t know we were real. We hide in plain sight, and perpetuate all the fake stories about werewolves so that all you plain old humans think we are just a myth. But I can assure you, we are very real. As for why I’m the President, well… are you a conspiracy buff?”
“Not really, but I know of some,” she replied, confused as to where he was going with this.
“Ever hear of the theory that an elite group of super-rich people secretly run the world, influencing politics and other such things?”
“Yes. The person that told me that one also told me that the elite people are all secretly lizards.”
He laughed softly.
“Not lizards. Werewolves. Or, that’s how it used to be, anyway,” he said.
“What do you mean? Wait a second. Why are you telling me a
ll of this?”
“Because you asked. Why, are you planning on telling someone? Do you really think anyone would believe you if you went to the newspapers tomorrow and said, ‘I fucked the President, and he’s actually a werewolf?” he growled, his eyes glowing amber again.
“Oh. I’m sorry. I just wanted to know. I won’t tell anyone. Please don’t be angry,” Ari said, suddenly frightened again as he glared down at her.
The frown disappeared from his face.
“Good. Okay, I’ll give you a basic history. You’ve heard of Remus and Romulus, right?” he asked.
“The founders of Rome?”
“Yes. They are commonly depicted in myths as having been raised by a she-wolf, and that’s actually true. They were regular human babies abandoned by their mother, and they were suckled by a she-wolf. They became the first werewolves, and when they founded Rome they became immensely powerful. Humans flocked to Rome, and as you know, the Roman Empire was one of the biggest, most powerful empires to have ever existed.”
“Oh. I guess that makes sense,” Ari said, recalling the stories she had heard of Romulus and Remus.
“Our kind remained wealthy and powerful until the fall of the Roman Empire. Vampires had started to infiltrate our ranks, and when an entire empire falls, it falls hard. We rebuilt, but it took a while. The USA is the new empire to us.”
“Vampires? This has got to be a joke.”
Remy glared at her again.
“So you believe that a werewolf can exist, but you don’t believe that vampires can also exist? Believe me, they do, and they have been our mortal enemies since the days of Rome.”
“Go on,” she replied, realizing that he had a point.
“Our packs are still powerful, and we still control much of the world’s wealth, and have great influence on politics to make things go our way. And that’s the real reason I got elected. But it’s not just us anymore. The vampires are nearly just as powerful now, and exert almost just as much political influence.”
“Do I know any vampires?” Ari asked.
“Definitely. Nearly half of the senators are vampires. They can walk around during the day, you know. The whole night-time only thing is another myth designed to confuse humans. I had a meeting with one today, which is why I was angry enough to shift right inside the White House, where you saw me. I was furious, and just wanted to tear things up.”
“Wait… Damien Xavier?”
“Yes, him. He’s a snake. The problem with vampires is they have this deluded notion that they used to be in control of the whole world. They want to go back to what they see as the ‘old ways’ which to them means, total human and werewolf subservience. So most of them are conservatives, and push the whole ‘going back to old-fashioned ways’ agenda. What the public doesn’t realize is that their real agenda is eventual slavery of all humans. And my kind, too. Us werewolves aren’t like that. Contrary to what you may think, we are actually relatively peaceful. We want freedom and equality for everyone. After all, we all sprang forth from the same primordial ooze.”
Ari couldn’t believe her ears. A whole new world had suddenly opened up to her, and she was excited to find out more… but first, she wanted to know something else.
“How did you find my address?” she asked.
Remy laughed again.
“As you know, I remembered your scent when I found the bobby pins on the ground next to that shelf. And I’m the President of the USA, in case you had forgotten. I can get anyone’s address.”
Ari felt stupid.
“Oh. Of course. Why are you here, really?”
“I told you why. As alphas get older, they are taken over by the urge to mate. You are perfect for me. Your scent was enough to tell me that, although this body of yours doesn’t hurt, either. I realize that I may behave in a dominant, frightening manner, but I assure you that I do not intend to ever harm you. If you do not want me, I will leave you.”
As he spoke, he ran his hands over the soft curves of her body, and Ari melted.
“I don’t want you to leave.”
“I meant in general. Right now, I actually must leave you. My men are waiting outside your apartment for me, and we both need to be up early, don’t we?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll see you soon, Arianna.”
Remy’s stood up, and his eyes glowed again before he disappeared into the darkness. Ari didn’t remember anything else after that. Exhaustion overcame her again, and she fell into a deep sleep, dreaming only of him.
***
A week later, Ari hadn’t heard anything from Remy. She hadn’t so much as even seen him anywhere while she was at work.
“Beth, do you have any idea where Rem… I mean, President Armstrong is?” she asked as they sorted out files.
Beth eyed her suspiciously.
“He’s in Australia, at some several-day conference. He’ll be back either today or tomorrow afternoon, I think. Why?”
“Oh, I was just wondering. I haven’t seen him around, that’s all.”
The rest of the day dragged on, and Ari couldn’t wait to get home. She had been annoyed that Remy hadn’t contacted her since the night that he had come into her apartment, but now she was just angry. He used me. I can’t even tell anyone, because who the hell would believe me? she thought.
Later that afternoon, she was on her way back from a coffee-run when she saw him standing with three older men outside an office. They appeared to be deep in conversation, and as she hurried past she heard Remy excuse himself from the group.
“Miss Mills, I need to discuss some files with you. You were apparently meant to drop something off with my secretary, but I didn’t get it,” he called after her.
Ari rolled her eyes and turned to him, knowing that he was just making up an excuse to talk to her. There were no files. As she looked at him, she plastered a fake smile onto her face for the benefit of the group of men that she was still in full view of.
“Why don’t you go and harass some other poor innocent intern?” she hissed through her teeth, the fake smile nearly cracking.
Remy looked confused.
“Didn’t you get my…”
Before he could finish his sentence, Ari turned on her heel and strode away. Remy couldn’t follow her without looking suspicious in front of the men he was with. Feeling amazing for having just snubbed one of the world’s most powerful men, she delivered the coffee and spent the rest of the work-day on a high.
“You’re in a good mood. You won’t be soon, though,” Beth remarked.
‘Why?”
“I need you to stay later today. Until around nine. I’m sorry, but there’s just so much that needs doing.”
Ari didn’t mind. Anything that provided a distraction from thoughts of Remy was a welcome relief. When nine o’clock finally rolled around, Beth told her to go home and get some rest, and Ari decided to catch a cab home for once.
“Marco?” she called out as she unlocked the door to their apartment.
No answer. He must be out somewhere. She strolled into the bathroom, closed the door and turned the shower on. As she stripped out of her clothes, she looked at herself in the mirror. For someone who had been working these ridiculous hours, she actually didn’t look too bad. She hummed an old show-tune as she stepped into the shower, tilting her head back and enjoying the warm water as it flowed over her. A few minutes later, she thought that she heard a door opening and closing, and stuck her head out of the shower enclosure.
“Marco? Please tell me you brought me some dinner, I’m starving and cannot be bothered cooking,” she shouted.
There was no reply. Must have just been hearing things, she thought, shrugging as she adjusted the water temperature.
All of a sudden, the bathroom light turned off. Ari whirled around to see what had turned it off, and saw two glowing amber eyes hovering in the doorway. I didn’t lock the door. Oh crap. The light turned back on again, and Remy stood there looking at her, his eyes bright blu
e again. He looks angry.
Ari tried her best to cover herself with her hands.
“What are you doing here?” she asked. “You can’t just come into my house like this!”
He didn’t say a word, and began to remove his clothes. He pulled off the tailored suit jacket that he had been wearing and threw it on the floor, and then pulled off his tie and unbuttoned his white shirt. Underneath the shirt, he wore a tight black T-shirt which left nothing to the imagination, and as he took that off too, she couldn’t help but feel slightly aroused. His broad chest was sprinkled with hair, and the sight of his tight, muscular arms and abdomen made her nipples stiffen.
Remy glared at her as he kicked off his shoes and removed the rest of his clothing, and then stalked towards the shower with a predatory look flickering in his eyes. Ari gasped and stepped backwards, and as he got into the shower with her, he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her up against the tiled wall.
Ari felt something digging into her lower belly and gasped as she realized that he was already completely hard. She tried to fight her desperate urge to have him inside her again, and pushed him away.
“So you like playing hard to get?” he growled, his eyes burning with a combination of anger and lust.
He pushed her wrists above her head and held them against the wall with one hand, and began to stroke her clitoris with the wet thumb of his free hand. Seconds later, Ari felt a warm pressure building in her core, and she knew that she couldn’t deny herself any longer. I still want him.
“No,” she finally replied. “I want you.”
Remy’s eyes lingered on her body for a moment longer before he leaned down and roughly kissed her, his chin stubble grazing her face.
“I knew it. But don’t tell me that you aren’t playing hard to get. I sent you eight messages in the last week and didn’t get a single reply. And then… the way you spoke to me today,” he growled.
Ari had no idea what he was talking about, but she didn’t say anything just yet. Now was not a time for words. She threw her head back and closed her eyes as he nuzzled her neck and earlobes, before slowly sinking to his knees in front of her, planting soft kisses on her stomach and thighs.
