“And what, look like some sort of pervert outside the sex shop. Yeah, great. We’re done here.” He said grabbing her hand and pulling her through the shop.
“Let’s just hit some club.” Bg pouted.
“You promised me a strip club with lap dances.” She pouted back at him as they stepped back out onto the street.
Paris looked at her darkly. “You’re serious? “ He asked as she nodded her head back at him. “You’re in heat and you want to go to a strip club and pay for women, to give you extra attention by lap dancing on you?”
Bg nodded her head. “I think my mind might explode.” He commented.
“Well if that’s all that explodes then, I’m really not trying hard enough, am I?” Bg taunted him. “Unless of course, you want to take me to a male strip club.”
“Hell can freeze over first.” Paris grumbled. “Come on, there’s Flash Dancers up on Broadway.”
“Flash dancers?” She giggled back at him. He nodded his head.
“Strip clubs, gotta love the names.”
Paris had thought Bg wouldn’t go through with their planned excursion to a strip club, not really. He’d figured they’d probably go in and she’d be disgusted or feel awkward. Instead, because she was the only female clientele in there, she was given special treatment by everyone, from the doorman to the bartender to the dancers themselves.
She was loving the attention and stealing glances at Paris every now and then as he drank his bear and handed her money to wave at the girls.
“So I’m probably not the first girl you’ve done with right?” Bg asked.
Paris shook his head as he sipped his beer. “Actually you are. I’m sure it’s been mentioned before, they try to be all playful and dirty or something but I’ve always maintained the strip clubs are for the males only mentality. But I’m beginning to..” He trailed off as they both watched the Pole Dancer before them, do a split behind the pole holding onto it, then pull herself up until she was on the pole upside down doing things.
“Change my thought train on that.” Paris held up a note for the girl as she completed her routine and squatted down in front of him, snatching up the fifty but winking at Bg, and doing a booty roll in her direction as she stood back up again.
Bg broke into a huge smiled and held up her champagne glass at Paris. “See, she likes me more than you, despite your money.”
Paris chuckled and saluted Bg back with his beer as they both drank down fast. “You know how I said I wouldn’t share you before with anyone?” Paris gulped finishing his mouthful of beer. “Well I meant, not just anyone, but maybe a pole dancing stripper, maybe.” He chuckled as Bg threw her serviette at him playfully.
“You know, I did some pole dancing classes once.” Bg commented.
“Really?” Paris smiled back at her, having a very pleasant visual.
“But I could never really master the whole upside-down thingy. I’m sure if I’d practiced more I could’ve got it eventually.”
“So you didn’t go out and buy your own pole to practice on?” He asked her with a grin.
“I would have loved to have got one and put in my room at home, but I think my father would freak out and think poorly of his daughter’s career choices or something.” Bg said dropping her eyes down low. She let out a heavy breath and looked up again. “Wow, for a few hours there, I was doing good. Actually felt like I was in a good place” She said with a weak smile at him.
“It’s going to take time you know. It’s never easy, it just never is.” He said softly.
“The burden of love that is ours to bear, the memory of them.” Bg said softly.
“Is it such a burden to go through the pain to remember them?” Paris asked her. Bg shook her. “Let’s blow this joint.”
18
“What about your neighbors?” She hissed at him.
“Bg, nobody is going to see us.” Paris said his eyes glazing over as Bg dropped the last of her clothing at the safety of his words. “It’s dark, it’s just us.” He said dropping the sex shop bag, with the vibrator that they had decided to go back and get, down beside them. She stood before him, naked and luscious, backlit against the moonlight of the Manhattan skyline, kissing, him on the balcony backyard of his Tribecca condo.
“Do you think whoever controls the Moon, controls the werewolves?” Bg asked looking up at the night sky twinkling with stars.
“I don’t think anyone can control you.” Paris replied glancing across at her, before looking back up at the stars with her. “Not even me.”
It was Bg’s turn to look at him now. Surprise showed on her face. “What is it with you and control?” Paris shrugged his shoulders loosely. “Why would you want to control me? I mean, you like me the way I am right? Which is you not controlling me so…”
“I didn’t mean it like that.” Paris let out a haggard breath “Hell, I don’t even know if I can control myself around you.” They both laughed lightly.
“How long did you say I could have you before you have to shape shift?” he asked her, looking back at Bg’s face that was half in moonlight half hidden in shadow. His voice was a low velvet rumble of barely restrained desire.
“Last time I checked, we only had about an hour and half, we’ve probably got less than that now. And that is a we have that time, not just me, this time.” Bg said listlessly as he kissed his way along her neck.
“So are you gonna tell me that lovely bedtime story again, the one about the two loup-garou and the moonlight, and the claiming..” He said running his tongue along her jaw.
“Well,” Bg replied softly as he pulled her into his naked form. The warm night air, brushing over their heated bodies.
“Maybe I can help you with that.” He said husky, his eyes drinking her in as his hands smoothed their way up her sides. His thumbs rubbing her erect nipples slowly.
“You picked a really crappy week to go slow big guy.” Bg muttered as Paris rested his forehead against hers. Looking down her body, feeling its softness against his.
“Only time in my life I’ve ever gone slowly with anything, despite not wanting to.” She put her hand under his chin and tilted it up, looking into his eyes. “Oh god, you’re so beautiful,” He muttered looking back at her, bringing his mouth down on her. Bg felt herself get consumed in a wet heat. His tongue demanding entrance, and seeking her out. His body hardening beneath her even more.
“I want..”
“Shhh.” He put a finger to her lips. “You’ll get and if it isn’t now, it will be in the morning. Not going anywhere.” Bg popped his finger between her lips and started sucking on it, looking back into his eyes.
Paris moaned deep within his throat. “That’s a dirty little trick, are you trying to rush me here? Make me loose control?” His hands slid down her slender waist and around to her rump. Squeezing it in his hands.
Bg nodded her head, smiling at him as she laughed. “Well then you’re just going to have to be taught a lesson in patience aren’t you?” He guided her gently to the makeshift bedding. “Lay down.” He commanded as Bg made herself comfortable. Her eyes tracked his as he knelt before her, and ran his hands up over her long legs, biting his lip as his fingers found her wet and ready.
“So wet and I haven’t even done anything yet. Note to self take her out to more strip clubs on lunar nights.” His fingers started a slow circular motion of her clit and Bg bit back an instant moan. Holding Paris’s gaze the old time. He smiled at her, as his finger slipped easily into her tightness.
“I don’t want to hear a sound.” He muttered with a grin, as he pushed her legs apart and tasted the juice on his finger, watching her the whole time. “Not a god damn sound.” He husked, his tongue flicking out at her clit, making her body arch instantly. “Unless you’re going to howl at the moon for me. I mean, what would the neighbors think?”
Bg gritted her teeth down hard as she felt his tongue plunge into her and out again, lapping at her clit, sucking on her juices, and holding her legs wide
apart for his feast on her. Her back arched in silent response to his pleasure, her breasts jutting out, as she clung to the arm rests; trying to ensure her panting breath was at minimal level of noise. The warm night winds washed over them, tickling at her skin as Paris heighted her pleasure, sliding two fingers into her burning desire and continuing to lap at her juice. Bg felt the building of her orgasm begin, too early, she wanted more.
She was so greedy, in wanting, she’d been good in holding off her own self-gratification. Well mostly holding off, if you didn’t count going to the strip club and getting lap dances that turned her on. She dug her nails into the soft grass as he added a third finger and plunged deeper into her, up to his knuckles. She closed her eyes, tilting her face towards the Manhattan moon and listened to the sounds of her wetness being engulfed by him. It turned her on even more, she pressed harder. Bg’s eyes opened wide and she stared down at him.
Paris looked up at her and she nodded her head at him then, Bg bit her lip hard as he kissed the sensitive spot of her hip bone. “I can’t wait.” She panted desperately at him. Paris lifted his head and looked at her, “Just a bit longer,” He said pointing to the night sky. “Soon.”
“How can you tell how soon?” She asked kissing his face feverishly all over.
“It’s like a cord pulling inside me. It just kind of gets tighter or something, it’s how I know.” He replied, kissing her back as she slowly moved up into a sitting position and straddled his waist, as they continued to kiss deeply, desperate to have one another.
Paris’s hands worked the condom pocket out of his wallet as he started sliding it, gently, and slowly onto himself. Even the movement of touching himself was maddening. He as so turned on and hard.
“Turn around.” He panted softly as Bg quickly changed position, so she was straddling his legs, with her back to him. His hands reached up to cup her breasts as he positioned himself and helped her slowly, position herself. “Slow, slide down real slowly onto my cock or I just might lose it before we’ve begun.” Paris instructed, brushing her hair off her neck and over her shoulder, out of his way. “Oh yeah, that’s it.” He murmured as she stilled, with him fully inside her.
Bg breathed heavily. Paris kissed her back shoulder. “You okay?” He asked her into her shoulder.
“Better.” Bg replied, trying to make her brain work. He felt better than anything she’d ever experienced before in her life, and they hadn’t even started moving. “I have a confession to make.” Bg panted, feeling the heat between them make her hairline bead, as they sat joined together in the open night air, under the Manhattan Moonlight.
“What’s that?” Paris asked, his hands sliding down her abdomen, to her dark patch of hair.
“I’ve never done it like this before, never been claimed.”
Paris kissed her shoulder again. “I’m glad, because I want this for us.”
“It’s intense, the feeling in me, the heat and the feeling.”
Paris chuckled. “Well baby, I hope you can hold out.” He said raising her hips up slightly off him as he slipped unconsciously into French again. They started moving, quickly, the sense of urgency driving him into her and her to need to feel all of him inside her, stretching her was overwhelming Bg’s senses.
“More, please.” She panted as his cock stroked her and his fingers rubbed her clit at the same time, as he held onto her hip with one hand.
“Je vous veux.” He panted as he gasped for air, keeping pace in attacking their combined desires that the moonlight held them captive in.
Paris’s moved closer to her, his flicking her hair which was fast becoming damp from the sweat glistening over her smooth skin, out of the way quickly. He brought his mouth to the back of her neck, biting into the tender flesh of it hard.
Bg was unable to stop herself before she cried out in pleasure. “Oh god!” She groaned, feeling the familiar stirrings of her shift shape running to meet her orgasm as it tingled through her legs, causing her toes to cramp. “Harder, bite harder, I want to wear your mark for weeks.” She bemoaned as Paris tried to oblige her alternating between sucking and biting her neck as they fucked frantically fast. Creating so much heat that their perspiration made him start to loose grip on her hip, driving his hands up to her breasts where he squeezed them tightly. “Oh god!” Bg cried out again
“That’s it beautiful,” Paris muttered watching her writhe at his doing. “Come for me.”
Bg’s mouth dropping open to unleash her scream of exquisite ecstasy which fast gurgled and turned into a howl as she threw her head back, feeling the moons beaming light touch her body and awaken her werewolf inside her. It was followed by the howl of Paris’s werewolf with hers.
19
It was morning when Bg awoke in a bed, that wasn’t her own, and it didn’t smell like Conall. Which was a highly unusual occurrence after a full moon night. In fact, it was downright odd, as it had been her routine, for the last few years to awake with her pack partner. Soft white sheets fell from her as she sat upright in a moment of panic and looked around the brightly lit up room, that the morning sun filled easily. Taking a moment to realize, where she was.
“Morning,” Paris muttered from behind her.
Bg turned around in the bed and looked down at the handsomely sheepish male. He was even sexier in sleep than he was awake. She wondered if he could be her new pack partner, permanently.
“Good morning,” Bg replied brushing her hair out of her face and sitting back against the pillows.
“Well now, this just makes it a very good morning indeed.” Paris said cheekily as he reached out to her, drawing her across the bed to him and biting playfully on one of her nipples. Bg gasped in pleasure.
“Do you feel as good as I do?” he murmured sucking on the same breast. “Correction, you do feel as good as I do, better in fact.”
Bg sighed lightly. “That does feel good.” She slid down as he moved up her chest, running his tongue along her collar bone and up neck, till he worked his way around to her mouth, where he pulled her down, until Bg lay engulfed in soft pillows, with Paris laying above her. Already hard and more than happy to feel her between his legs.
“I could get used to this, waking up every morning here, making love to you in the sunlight.”
Bg lifted her hips invitingly. Paris located a condom on the night table quickly and put it on. “Yeah, just us, or own little world.” She said as he slid into her and he lifted her legs, grabbing her rump as he started to move. “This is the best feeling I’ve felt in days.” She panted, raising her arms above her head, stretching and reaching for the bed head to hold onto as he moved with her.
“I’m glad.” He said softly, increasing their tempo.
Their love making wasn’t as urgent as it had been the night before, because now in the new light of day, there was no rush. No need to chase down an invisible time barrier. They could be themselves with one another and enjoy everything the other had to offer. Of course, that didn’t mean they weren’t still a little zapped of energy. Paris cried out as a light brush of Bg’s fingers down his lateral muscle, seemed to unleash his desire as he came.
He rested momentarily on her chest, listening to her heart beat, before pushing up and rolling over onto his side. “Oh if my friends could see me now.” he muttered breathlessly, looking at the ceiling and then back at her.
“It’d be a little weird, having them in the room with us.” Bg joked at him. They both laughed. “You mean those same friends that were grilling me like a flambé at that club? Those friends?”
“I have more friends than those guys and I apologize, again, for their behavior. Can take a while for anyone outside of their clique to warm them up.” Bg rolled on to her side to look at him.
“You think.” He chuckled at the dry sarcasm in her delivery.
“But as I recall, before the entire night went pair shaped, you seem to be doing just fine holding your own. In fact, wasn’t it you who put a hand on my chest, indicating I should hold
back. Then you delivered that insult in French as Gabby.” he laughed lightly. “It was rather brilliant.”
“Thank you, I’m here all week, enjoy the veal.” Bg replied smirking at him.
“They’d freak out if they could see how completely content I am right now, right here, with you.”
She smiled at him brightly. “Same, thank you.” Bg said leaning forward and kissing his lips again. There was a moment of silence that elapsed between them.
“So a Breukelen loup-garou and a Manhattan Maen loup-garou, walk into this strip club together and..” He stopped as Bg’s eyes widened.
“Oh my god, I didn’t even telephone my sister to say I was coming over here, she’s going to be having pups!”
Paris frowned. “Bodil is, oh you mean. Right.” He replied watching Bg scramble around in the covers frantically and half lean out of the bed, reaching for her hand bag and dragging it across the floor to herself. Reaching inside she pulled out a cell phone and pressed it on and threw it up on the bed. It wasn’t hers, she reached in again and turned the other one off.
“I had it off the whole time too. Oh I am going to get blasted of the face of the planet for this.” She said twisting back around to sit in bed just as the mobile phone rang loudly and she dived for it. “Ah, I almost forgot about that….”she trailed off answering the unknown phone as it rang. It was the voicemail of the phone ringing back to tell her it had a message and to press one if she wanted to hear the message.
“Hello this is Nurse Mesner from Cabrini Medical Centre. I’m calling the last known call going out to an Addison on this phone number and would like to speak to Addison I don’t mean to alarm anyone there, but the police may need to speak to Addison regarding a John Doe we had dumped at our Emergency room, in the early hours of this morning, this phone was on him and he has no ID. Perhaps he could come down and see if he could identify him?” Bg pulled the phone away from her ear and disconnected the call quickly.
Paris rolled over towards her quickly, as the color seemed to drain from her face. “Hey, are you alright?” He asked noting the two cell phones in her hands. She looked up at him with big glassy eyes.
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