The Wolf & The Empath

by Serena Simpson

  The waitress brought out the food. They ate in silence each of them wondering how the night would end.

  Chapter Three

  “Where should I drop you off?” Dinner with him made her smile; it was perfect until the waitress brought the check. They both reached for it; Tristan was faster. He gave her a look that she didn’t need emotions to interpret.

  Allowing him to pay was harder than walking into that graveyard alone. She didn’t like being beholden to anyone. Things like that came back to bite her on the ass.

  “Your place or mine?” His deep voice had her thinking things that should be illegal.

  “How about I take you home, and then we meet tomorrow morning for coffee?” He rattled off the address. She turned the car on and pulled out.

  They ended up on the other side of town at a motel. This is not where she would have chosen to lay her head. Then again, if she was an alien and looked like he did, this place wouldn’t phase her. He got out the car when she stopped and walked around until he stood by her door. He held his hand out and waited.

  This is where you leave Mira. You say goodnight and make plans to meet in the morning. It was the responsible thing to do. This is what she would teach her daughter if she had one. That hurt, thirty-five and no children. She’d never be teaching her child anything. Maybe it was not having someone at home to greet her, or maybe it was the fact that she felt safe with him. Whatever it was; she turned off the Jeep and opened the door.

  Fate that bitch whispered that she hoped Mira lived to see tomorrow. She read somewhere that people with enhanced senses were more at risk of becoming mentally unstable. She kind of believed it. She took his hand and listened as the car door closed behind her with a sound that was final. One click and the door was locked.

  Tristan led her to a room that was situated in front of where she parked. The hotel had three levels. He was on the first level no big surprise there. The door opened; she wasn’t sure what she was expecting. It was a motel room, but it was neat. His bed was made, and his clothes weren’t thrown around. That meant something, right?

  She sniffed testing for the scent of bleach while her eyes roamed the floor. Too many Criminal Minds episodes, but it paid to be diligent. He was standing in the room while she was still in the open doorway.

  “Did I pass?”

  She blushed; he knew what she was doing. “Sure suga.”

  “Still suga and not Tristan,” he threw her a smile.

  “Now you're asking for a lot.”

  “Just a night.”

  She walked into the room and closed the door behind her. “Then let’s not waste what’s left of it.”

  “You’re nervous.” She walked over to him letting her hand rest on his chest.

  “It’s been a while.”

  “Hmm, a month or two or a whole year?” She gave him a flirty smile.

  “More years than I want to count.” His voice was low the bass tripping over her nerves sending rumbling sensations down her spine as her mind scrambled to understand what he was saying.

  “More than a year?” Her voice was high pitched. Most men she umm knew never denied themselves.

  “Way more.” His arms encircled her pulling her closer. His hand went to her back allowing his long fingers to play with her spine.

  “You may need more than me.”

  “You’ll do just fine.” He stuck his nose in her throat and inhaled.

  “You’re smelling me.” It’s not that she hadn’t ever had a man smell her before, but it had never been like this. He was inhaling her scent like she was a buffet, and he was a starving man. Fuck hadn’t she seen this on one of those cop shows she liked to watch?

  “I like the way you smell maybe I want to eat you.”

  Her body tried to stiffen and tremble at the same time. Great, she loved mixed messages.

  “That could be hot depending on what you mean.”

  His laugh was deep before he swatted her on her ass. Hitting her rear end was a no go so why was her pussy flooding? His hand smoothed over where he just swatted making her lean into him to rub her pussy against his leg.

  “You smell so good.” He sniffed the air before looking at her. “I need to taste you.”

  His mouth came down on hers with a smothered growl. He tasted her lips taking time to lick them until all she wanted was to open and invite him in. When he pressed his tongue against the seam of her mouth, she willingly took him in.

  She wasn’t one to wax lyrical, but the man could kiss. His tongue stroked hers gently at first. One stroke then another, each ticking up her desire for him by another notch. Then he sucked on her tongue making her nipples throb with need and her pussy moist to the point that the panties she wore were now useless.

  Her hands went around his neck drawing him closer to her, so she could rub herself against the thick bulge he was sporting. She pulled away from the kiss panting.

  “Someone likes what he sees and feels.” Her remark sounded a bit cocky, but she wanted to make sure he liked what he was getting. She was thick, full figured, there were many more derogatory terms for her figure. Most days she didn’t pay them any mind she liked who she was. The one thing she always stopped for, was to make sure if she was getting naked for a man on a personal level that he liked what she had to offer.

  “Don’t like it,” he whispered in her ear. “I love it.” His hands went to her ass clutching her cheeks before he squeezed. “I would love it more if I could see it.”

  She knew he meant naked. He got a look while she was on stage, but there was nothing like seeing a woman up close and personal. The same way she felt about seeing a man, this man.

  She started taking off her shirt. “Hey, this isn’t show and tell. Right now, you’re not doing anything but telling.”

  He smiled showing his pearly whites that looked a little too sharp. She ignored that deciding this was not an episode of Criminal Minds. It was more like Sex and the City.

  His shirt came off; she stopped thinking about television shows. The man was cut. His arms looked like he was a bodybuilder. Not in the heavyweight division thank God, she never liked her men so big they scared her. But she could see every cut on his body how his muscles came together. Why was she just noticing his height now? She wasn’t short. At five feet seven inches she always thought of herself as the perfect height for heels.

  Tristan, on the other hand, had her by a good six inches may be more. Her eyes roamed his chest loving the way his pecs stood out. She bit her lips as she realized he was a little on the gray side. She thought it was the lights earlier, but the color wasn’t going anywhere.

  “I think you need some sunlight suga.” Her hands went to his chest unable to resist his eight pack.

  “This is as good as it gets. Take it or leave it.”

  “I’ll take it.” Her voice was sultry and dripping with need.

  She ran the pad of her fingers over his chest. Her nails were long, but she kept them to herself. Her fingers throbbed as she touched him. She never felt anything like that before. It was like her whole body was a live wire where every nerve and muscle were not only connected but charged.

  “Mira.” His hand went to cup one of her breasts.

  “I love how that feels.”

  He pulled on her nipple through her bra. Her pussy creamed as a hiss of pleasure left her lips. She never thought of her nipples as being that sensitive, seems Tristan knew something she didn’t.

  “You keep doing that, and I’ll never get undressed.”

  “That’s what I’m here for.” His deep voice sent shock waves through her.

  Please don’t let this be a dream. She prayed as his fingers went to the button on her mom jeans. Of all the days not to dress like a horny sex kitten. Her button came undone then he was pulling her zipper down. Yes, please!

  Tristan dropped to his knees.

  “What are you doing down there?” She was struggling to breathe, to talk. His lips were pressed against her belly giving her kisse
s and licks, the kind that she only dreamed of.

  “Just checking out the lay of the land.”

  “There are several hills and valleys.”

  “I like it like that.” His hand clutched her pants and her panties taking them down as one. He tapped her leg to step out and then the other one.

  She was standing in front of him wearing nothing but a bra. He stuck his nose into her pussy and breathed deeply. She tensed, then relaxed when a growl of need hit her ears.

  “I love the way you smell.”

  She didn’t want to argue. Tonight was going to be one she would remember forever.

  He leaned back and looked up. “You good?”

  “Excellent.” Her voice was husky with need. She was seconds away from begging him to touch her.

  He pressed his finger against her clit making her legs shake. “I heard about this.”

  He placed his mouth on her and sucked.

  Oh, dear heaven. She grasped his shoulders to keep from falling on her behind. Her hips thrust trying to get her pussy closer to his face.

  “You like that.” It came out as a growl. He stood, picked her up and laid her on the bed with her legs spread wide. He climbed between them, his face going back to her pussy like he was a man starving.

  “Damn!” she screamed. He was sucking on her clit driving her crazy with need. Every lick of his tongue or scrape of his teeth took her higher. Her fingers gripped his hair as she held him close.

  His fingers found the slit of her pussy and began to stroke her. Then the first one pushed through her slick folds to find its way inside. Tristan began to feed her his emotions while he finger-fucked her.

  He told her how slick she was and tight. How beautiful her pussy was. It tasted divine. He was floored that she let someone like him touch her. His heart melted with the joy she was giving him. Then he added a second finger.

  “I need more,” she called out. She was riding his fingers while he still played with her clit. Her hands went to her neglected nipples. They were hard and pouting. She pulled on one and felt a fresh wave of cream come from her.

  His mouth moved to her pussy licking it up. Then he placed three fingers in her and fucked her hard making her ride the edge of her release.

  “Tristan please, please.”

  “There it is, my name.” He took his tongue sticking it deep within her. “What do you want Mira, tell me?”

  “I want to come on your face.”

  “Your wish…” He stuck his finger back in her working her hard. Going as deep as possible making sure he hit every nerve along the smooth walls of her pussy.

  “Please Tristan.” It started at the base of her spine. That familiar feeling, but it didn’t stop it increased until she was screaming with the need for release. Only then did it explode up her back and through her body. Her pussy gave up the fight squirting its release in thick gushes.

  Tristan's face was there sucking up every bit of cream she had to offer until her body was left limp like a rag doll. She was unable to move.

  When he finally crawled up the bed to pull her into his arms, his green eyes were bright.

  “No one ever let me do that before, thank you.” He kissed her allowing her to taste herself on his lips.

  Damn, that was hot. He pulled her closer tucking her against his side. His arms wrapped around her keeping her safe, or giving her shelter.

  She wanted round two. She needed to taste him to feel his length inside of her. He was still hard and throbbing. Her eyes closed. Sleep first, then fuck Tristan until his eyes rolled back into his head.

  Chapter Four

  It was the knock, then the opening of the door that woke Tristan. His eyes popped open as he wondered if Enzo and Deja would forgive him for killing Ven?

  “They won’t forgive you and why are you still in bed?”

  “Suga, why do we have company?” Mira lifted her hand to her eyes blocking the sunshine coming from the door.

  “Get out Ven, or they will have to swear vengeance on me because you will be dead.”

  “Nope, not leaving.” He turned to face the door, then closed it. “Hurry up, looking at the door is boring, and we have to go.”

  “I think that’s my cue suga, maybe we can hook up another time?” She didn’t really want to leave. They hadn’t gotten to round two.

  “You stay. Ven is leaving.”

  “Tristan, we have a house to look at, or do you want to keep sleeping with your mate in a hotel room?”

  “Mate?”

  “Wait… what?” She would have protested more, but Tristan was totally gray. She guessed she was good enough for a night of fun, but not forever after. Not that it mattered, she wasn’t looking for more than a good hard fuck.

  “I’m out of here.”

  “No, you’re not.” He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back onto the bed.

  “Can’t the two of you talk about this later?”

  “Ven,” Tristan growled. “This is why your parents let you leave!”

  Mira laughed. Ven was allowing her to feel his emotions. He was enjoying himself at Tristan’s expense.

  “Why don’t you ask her to come along?”

  “Ven not another word out of you or I’m going to put you in a state of stasis that will take you a hundred years to work your way out of.”

  Ven got quiet, and Mira worked on not laughing.

  “I understand if you have to leave.”

  “That’s not what I’m picking up from you.” His emotions were crawling over her skin. Part of him wanted to tuck her close keeping her away from the world. The other part was telling him to act correctly. The two parts of him felt alien. There was something about him that felt different. What she felt last night was intensified today. What intrigued her was the honest desire that overshadowed every emotion he was projecting. That was something she never encountered before.

  “I want you to stay longer. Maybe I know why maybe I don’t.”

  She looked at him. He became an emotionally clean slate; she wasn’t going to get anymore. His ability to masque his emotions intrigued her drawing her in. Common sense told her to back away. The sex was good. It was damn good. She had a life to get back to helping damaged kittens and strutting her stuff on stage.

  Why can’t we have more? The small voice that lived in the back of her head asked.

  She ignored it, but she couldn’t ignore Tristan or the fact that she didn’t want to leave his side.

  “Sure, why not? I’m all for looking at houses.”

  “I knew you would come.” She eyed Ven, who was still studying the door. She had a feeling he did know she was going to come along.

  “Well hurry up, I sent Enigma One ahead of us. Who knows how they are terrifying our realtor?”

  That seemed to get Tristan moving.

  “Get dressed, those five in the city by themselves bothers me.” He started dressing.

  Mira grabbed her clothes then decided if you can’t beat them, join them. She dressed while Ven watched the door and sighed loudly for effect.

  “I have a feeling you’re a handful,” she told Ven as they walked out the door. His laughter followed her.

  “Guess I’m driving.” Both Tristan and Ven went to her Jeep. She unlocked it; Ven gave her directions to a place that was on the edge of the city but looked like it was forgotten in time.

  “I’ve never seen this place before.”

  “It’s protected. Unless you know it’s here, you won’t see it. A lot like our home.”

  She nodded since she didn’t know where their home was, she had nothing to compare it to. She pulled up a long driveway to find a house that seemed to spread out over a huge area.

  “Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous?” Two sets of eyes looked at her blinking slowly. “You’ve never seen that television show where they take you through some of the most lavish houses on the planet?”

  They both shook their heads.

  “Alright, this place is so big that I can’t
see where the house ends. It reminded me of the show.”

  They climbed out of the Jeep to find the realtor sitting on the top step of the porch.

  “Tina, why are you outside?” Ven asked her.

  “Your friends came to look around. They’re here somewhere. They moved a little too fast for me. Then they were giving commands, are they ex-military? The next thing I know they told me to wait for you and they were gone.” She gave Ven a look of worry while she tried to project being in charge.

  He sat by her taking her hand.

  “They have that effect on people. They are ex-military. Their unit was one that went undercover, so they’re not used to polite society anymore.”

  “They are one unit?”

  “One unit, five males. Enigma One. They’ll want to check out the land to make sure it can be secured. Living so long having to watch their backs makes them paranoid.”

  “I understand my brother-in-law came home from overseas. Some of the things he does now can be scary, but he loves my sister.”

  “War changes people. Don’t worry about Enigma One they would never hurt you. Let me introduce you to Tristan and Mira.”

  She shook both of their hands before leading them inside.

  Mira took the time to wonder who Tristan and Ven were. Tina was terrified when they pulled up to the house. Ven had not only brought her back from the edge, but he made her feel compassion for the males that scared her earlier.

  Tristan channeled power to Ven. It would have gone unnoticed if she wasn’t tuning into everything Tristan.

  “The house is huge. I don’t want to scare you, but what it would take to heat or light this place is why no one lives here. I honestly don’t know what they were thinking when they built it,” Tina told them with a wry smile.

  “What do you like about the house?” Mira asked her.

  “I love the kitchen; it's a work of art. This living room is massive, but at times I see it filled with people. Then it becomes warm and inviting. Of course, there are great bedrooms here, and each one has its own en-suite. Can you ask for more?”

  “No, it's just the cost that’s the problem,” Mira smiled at her.