The cameras remained in the room after the pair had left, giving the women time to express their envy; how good Craig looked, how they wished they’d been the ones on the date. I didn’t partake; instead I tried to decide how to spend my evening.
When the cameras were off and we were given the all-clear to do as we wished I wandered out to the backyard. The evening was beautiful and warm and the sun reflected off the rocky faces of the surrounding peaks, giving them a golden glow. The pool sparkled gently in the light and for a moment I imagined that this was my property; my home, pretending that the women in the house behind me didn’t exist. I slipped off my shoes and sat by the water, dipping my feet in.
As I looked to my left and admired the splendor of the mountains, a loud splash shocked my out of my reverie. Surely the remaining candidates hadn’t already changed into bathing suits? I’d thought I was alone.
I looked at the disturbed surface of the pool. As it calmed and stilled I saw a solitary form gliding through its depths towards me.
It wasn’t until he came close and his head emerged from the water that I recognized Tristan. He swam up and put his elbows on the concrete edge, lifting himself so close to me that I could smell him.
“I didn’t know you were allowed in here,” I said. “The pool, I mean.”
“It’s not really kosher,” he replied. “but the only person around here who’s allowed to bark orders at me is on a date with your friend.”
“And I’m glad for the two of them,” I said.
“Are you?” He was looking into my eyes as if trying to discern my sincerity level.
“Well, given that I could have taken the date for myself, I’d say it’s pretty obvious that I’m happier here. All I wanted was the immunity.”
“Why?”
I looked straight at him. All the teen angst-ridden shyness that I’d felt at first with Tristan was gone now. I had a feeling that we were on equal ground here. No---that’s wrong. I felt that I was in a stronger position than him; I held more cards, had more control.
“Why do you think, Tristan? Why do you think I might want to stay here?”
“I shouldn’t have asked. I keep overstepping,” he said, his light eyes narrowing. I sensed frustration building in him, both at being in a situation that was beyond his control and, perhaps, at being so close to me. His scent grew stronger and I started to feel aroused again, my own inner animal reacting to his.
The sun began to set over the mountains and Tristan’s face was no longer lit by the sparkling light. His eyes, which had shone so bright against his dark wolf fur, seemed almost more intensely light in the shadows. As I looked at him a mischievous grin overtook him, replacing the look of frustration. He pushed himself away from the edge of the pool and began to tread water in front of me.
“What are you thinking?” I asked.
“Nothing,” he said.
As he moved closer, I began to utter “Liar,” but the word didn’t have a chance to escape my lips. Tristan’s hands reached up, grabbed my calves and pulled me into the pool with him.
I dunked under, shocked by the sudden immersion, and when I came up again I slicked my hair back and laughed.
“You lupine bastard,” I said. “I hope Jay uses waterproof makeup.”
“Don’t worry,” said Tristan, putting his arms around me and keeping me afloat. “He does. But even if he didn’t you’d still be the most beautiful woman in the world.”
His face was right in front of mine, his perfect lips only inches away. I felt his hardness growing against my pelvis and as he looked down at my body he seemed to become even firmer and thicker, creating in me a flame of desire that I thought would burn me from inside.
I was wearing a white blouse and a lace bra, the afternoon’s designated outfit, which had gone transparent under the water. My nipples were clear and pink in spite of the façade of clothing. The cold water had made them go hard and they beckoned to Tristan, challenging him to resist them.
On the bottom I wore a loose skirt of a thin cottony material. Most of it was now floating on the surface of the pool, exposing my bare legs under the water.
“My God, you’re sexy,” Tristan said, looking me up and down, the grin still on his face.
He let me go suddenly and bobbed downwards, his lips deliberately grazing my left nipple as he went. I gasped, looking around to see if anyone was close by. The sensation sent a shockwave through my body and I wanted to pull his head back up and command him to suck on the hard pink flesh through my clothes.
But he had other plans.
He was completely submerged now and I felt his hands on my bare thighs, spreading them apart as he kicked with his legs and kept us both afloat in some miraculous feat of water-treading.
His mouth settled between my legs, kissing me through my panties, again and again, and finally his tongue stroked my flesh through the thin, soaked fabric. Our producer was breaking all the rules and I liked it. My excitement made me think I could come right then and there, and I didn’t intend to resist the impulse.
One of his hands let my thigh go and gently his fingers pulled my panties to the side, and then, although I was already in a state of delicious sexual ecstasy, his mouth went at me in earnest and proved that my most sensitive parts could feel even more wonderful.
I didn’t know how he could hold his breath for so long; maybe it was a wolf thing. But I trusted him to know his limits and I happily let him have his way.
His lips gently squeezed my sensitive pink flesh and I shuddered. My body positively ached for him, my pussy contracting and swelling in anticipation of the cock or fingers it so completely desired.
I put my hands on his head and stroked his hair under the water, wondering what I should do if someone came out of the house. As I kept watch I allowed the pleasure of the sensation to take over; the tongue that ran the length of my lips over and over again and then settled on my clitoris, stroking it gently but firmly as my nipples all but tore through my bra and blouse.
“Oh God,” I whispered, though he couldn’t hear me. “If you keep that up I’m going to come. I’m going to come for you, Tristan.”
He seemed to feel my energy through my hands and he began to lick more vigorously while he pushed two fingers inside me and worked my delicate opening with gentle thrusts, increasing his intensity as he lapped at my swollen pink bud.
I thought about his naked form then, his perfect body; the strong wolf who’d turned into a god of a man and stood before me the night before. And then my mind settled on the image of his hard cock, standing firm for me, asking me to pleasure him, to fuck him, to eat him until he came for me.
“Yes, yes, yes, oh God, yes.” I was only whispering, but I felt as though the whole house must know what was happening.
He didn’t let up; he may have been drowning for all I knew, but he wouldn’t come up for air until I came.
And I did.
A series of hard shudders overtook my body and with a burst of chemicals shooting down my spine, all my energy focused on the firm and delicate flesh that Tristan was tending so deliciously with his tongue. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to him, this perfect man with his perfect mouth eating my…
“Nikki?” The voice pulled me violently out of the moment. It was Joanna, one of the candidates. She’d wandered silently to the edge of the pool and was staring down at us.
“Swimming in your clothes?”
I felt something happen now under the water, between my legs. Oh God, Tristan. What are you doing?
Suddenly the figure whose face had been lovingly planted between my thighs had shifted.
I was in the pool with a wolf.
He began to tear around under the water, dog-paddling from end to end.
“Sort of swimming, yeah. We were just horsing around. Well, wolfing around,” I said, apologetically pointing to the creature who was with me. Tristan shot his head up and panted, looking almost cute for a giant, menacing beast. I noticed his torn swi
msuit floating in the water some distance away.
“Joanna, would you mind grabbing us a couple of towels? This was sort of a last-minute idea, the jumping in the pool thing.”
“Um, sure.” With that she went into the house. I knew that she must suspect something but it was too late to do anything about it now. The good news was that the setting sun meant that she wouldn’t have seen much.
Tristan swam up to me, quickly shifting back into a human. He pressed himself against me and his hard cock slid between my thighs, slipping along the flesh of my sensitive pussy.
“Oh my God,” I said. “I so want you to fuck me. I need you inside me. This is torture.”
“I know. I will be inside you. At some point I need to be with you, Nikki. I don’t care about rules. I’ve never wanted something so much in my life.”
He pushed away from me as Joanna emerged from the house with two large towels. She handed one to each of us and I suspect that she shot a glance at Tristan’s cock under the pool’s rippling water. I could only hope that she didn’t have good night vision.
That night, Julia came in from her date after I’d gone to bed. I was sure that the other women would be up to greet her with jealous questions and to flit around in front of the camera, but I was happy to wait to hear about it, and chose instead to sleep.
The next morning I went for my private interview before my roommate was awake. As I walked down the hall to the isolated room, butterflies took up residence in my stomach in anticipation of seeing Tristan again; I just needed to be near him. I’d realized in the night that we still hadn’t kissed and I was desperate to feel his lips on mine.
I could wait to do that and to touch him if I had to, but I needed to lay my eyes on him, and soon. Just going to bed, thinking about him, his smell permeating the air around me, I found myself building fantasies, not only of taking him as I wanted to, but of a life in the future when I could be with him. There was a bond between us and I was beginning to believe it to be unbreakable.
When I sat down in the interview chair, Tristan stayed back. He only permitted himself a brief smile before launching into the usual questions: how was I feeling about Craig, how did things look from my angle and so on.
“Are you beginning to have real feelings, would you say?” asked Tristan. I noticed with this question he didn’t add “about Craig.”
“I am. I really think I am.”
“I noticed that you gave the date to Julia. Was that part of your strategy?”
“Absolutely. She’s a good friend and I want to keep her around. But I knew that I was safe as well, and the only thing that really matters to me now is that I stay here. If I had to leave now I’d be devastated.”
With that last word I made eye contact with Tristan, who stared back into my eyes, an intensity in his gaze that I was growing used to. I felt his inner wolf straining against the human in him and my own instincts were fighting my dignified exterior, telling me again to rise from the chair and to rip the clothes from the man, to take him on the floor, against the wall, in the chair, in front of the cameraman while being taped, even.
If Craig was in fact the alpha of the pack, I wondered, why didn’t I find him more appealing? I would have thought that most women are excited by the strongest, fastest, superior member of a pack. But to me, Tristan was king; he was better by far. There was no one stronger, more beautiful…more sexy.
“Do you see yourself spending the rest of your life with this man?” asked Tristan. “After all, you haven’t known him long.”
“It’s the strangest thing,” I answered slowly. “No, I haven’t known him long, but the first moment I saw him something happened to me---inside me. I feel…it’s stupid to say, I know. But I feel that we were meant to be together.”
The cameraman, whose presence I’d forgotten, spoke up now.
“Nikki, you have to look at the camera. You keep looking at Tristan. Let’s try that last take again.”
With that, I repeated my words, my breath a little clipped as I fought my body’s desires. I knew that I was essentially announcing to the world that I was falling in love with our producer; that I was saying how much I wanted him, and I was proud and delighted with it. And I was happy that he knew. I only wished I could interview him in turn: “How do you feel about her? How many times a day would you fuck her if you could? How much do you want to feel her mouth on you?” But that time would come, at least I hoped it would.
As we were finishing up there was a knock at the door. I assumed that it was the next girl waiting her turn. Tristan went to answer it and when the door opened I was shocked.
It was Craig.
The two men stood facing each other in the doorway and I heard a low growl emanating from Tristan. Oh, crap. This wasn’t good; from a purely practical standpoint, the doorway was far too narrow for a giant wolf to get through, not to mention that a fight in this place would mean thousands of dollars of equipment ruined, let alone the danger to the cameraman and me.
“What the fuck did you think you were doing last night?” I heard Craig ask, a look of pure rage on his still human face.
“What are you talking about?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. With that, Craig looked past Tristan into the room. With his arm he gestured towards me. “These are my women. You aren’t to touch them. I heard about what you were doing in the pool.”
“And what exactly was that, may I ask?”
“You know perfectly well, Tristan. You shouldn’t have been in the pool with Nikki in the first place, let alone naked or shifted.”
“There was no harm done,” I interrupted, trying to calm him down. “We were just swimming.”
“Shut up,” said Craig.
Wow. I didn’t like him much to begin with, but this wasn’t helping his cause.
With that show of disrespect, I heard a now familiar sound and Tristan lunged at Craig, shifting at the same time in a series of cracking bones and a rush of coarse fur to his skin’s surface. This took the alpha by surprise and he momentarily lost his balance before shifting himself, but his transformation came a little too late; Tristan had pawed at his pristine pretty-boy face and slashed it.
In a flurry of black and grey the two wolves wrestled, biting at one another in a feral rage which clearly wasn’t part of any scripted plan. The fight began to move down the hall, Craig backing away from Tristan, leading him to the living room. This could end badly, I thought.
I heard screams and dishes breaking as I made my way down the hallway after them, trying to figure out what to do. I felt angry with Craig and protective of Tristan. I wanted to throw myself between them but it seemed far too dangerous.
“Can’t you do something?” I shouted at the baffled cameraman.
“You can’t interrupt a fight with an alpha,” he said. “It’s considered a massive show of disrespect.”
“But they’ll kill each other.”
I sprang into the living room. Most of the women had been gathered there in t-shirts and yoga pants, drinking their morning coffee, most of which was spilled on the floor by the time I arrived. The candidates were now standing around like spectators at a wrestling match, a combination of horror and excitement on their faces.
Tristan had Craig pinned on the ground, his giant jaw threatening to rip the alpha’s throat out. Part of me wished he would, but instead I approached, my right hand held out in front of me in an attempt to calm the proceedings.
“Come on now,” I said quietly. “If this happens, the show ends. Everything you two have worked on. It’s time to end this and make up.”
Tristan’s black wolf form relaxed then, preparing to back off and allow Craig to stand, but as he began to move away, the alpha took advantage of his calm to lunge at him. Tristan went careening backwards and Craig was able to pin him down, asserting his dominance.
“Tristan!” I cried out, terrified that the man I adored would be killed.
Everyone turned to me now; the women,
the wolves. Craig let Tristan go at last, padding backwards, still staring at me. There was something like hatred in his eyes as he glared, and I knew that I had committed the ultimate insult by showing my preference for the second in command, and the worst part was that I’d done it in front of the women.
With that, Craig turned silently and headed for the front door. A car awaited him outside and I saw the women jog to follow him, no doubt hoping for a glimpse of his naked form; he’d have to shift before getting into the back seat, after all.
I ran up to Tristan, who was lying on the floor breathing heavily. He was still in wolf form and I whispered, “Let me get you something to wear.”
I ran upstairs and grabbed an oversized bathrobe from my room, and managed to get back downstairs before Tristan had shifted. I wrapped the robe around him and in a flash he became a man again, still breathing hoarsely.
“Are you all right?” I asked.
“I am. I shouldn’t have done that. I was so fucking angry though, Nikki---the way he talked to you…”
“You don’t need to worry about me. I can look after myself.”
“It’s not about that. I know you can. There was a rage in me that built up quickly, and I just couldn’t control it.” He looked concerned, as though he was trying to psychoanalyze himself, to ensure that it wouldn’t happen again.
And then he surprised me by smiling.
“I need to take lessons from you,” he added.
“How’s that? Lessons in what?”
“You stay calm. You don’t let your emotions take you over. You’re amazing.”
“When I thought he was going to kill you, my emotions were on the verge of…”
“Of what?”
“I don’t know, Tristan. Something happened then. I wanted to murder him. I felt like I was going to lunge at him myself, even though I knew how stupid it would be.”
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