Then she grabs me off the bike, and drags me behind her, and I realize that maybe she’s the one pushing here.
She strides into the office, but I stumble in behind her, not sure if it’s obvious that something’s going on, and blushing at the thought that the manager will instantly read it on me. I’m just about to step forward, through the awkwardness, so I could at least pay - but I’m almost floored when the stranger behind the desk looks up, and seems to recognize Riley. After a quick welcome, and asking how each other’s families are, the man downright shocks me, when he casually asks her if she wants our room on the tab.
Wait, what? What tab? She has an account with the hotel? How many times does she come here, and with who?! I can’t get my hand away from hers fast enough, and she spins around quickly, in a rush to explain before I bolt. It’s not that I object to a woman who knows what she wants, and is comfortable with her sexual identity. It’s just that here I am worried she’s going to use me, dump me, and leave my heart shattered in pieces. Hearing she might just bring guys here often enough, that she has a tab, makes me nervous as Hell that my fears might just be right.
“Avery, wait - it’s okay, I can explain.”
I don’t give anything away with my face. It’s practically stone cold. I don’t object to her talking more, but I’m not encouraging it either. My back is close to the door, and if she’s not able to explain it quickly enough, I’m ready to leave . . . “My Dad is hosting some families coming in for the festival.” She raises her eyebrows, as if I’m somehow supposed to understand her silent physical hint, but then it dawns on me - werewolves. Her Dad is hosting werewolves, and opened a tab for the block of rooms.
I feel bad, but Riley doesn’t seem phased. Without looking back at the manager, she steps closer to me, all the while talking to the guy behind her, “Open up my own tab, please. I’ll pay when we’re done.” I don’t know if I can really stand to see the expression on the guy’s face, since just about anybody would gather what Riley’s hoping for here. I never thought I’d be such a prude, but the thought of anybody else knowing what we might be doing, makes the rock hard erection I had practically wilter.
My raven doesn’t seem phased, leading me to the right, and then down a hallway. Before settling on a door close to the end. With a quick flick of the wrist, the door swings open, and she steps aside to let me in. If there was any moment for me to turn back, it’d be now. But as embarrassed as I am, those lingering thoughts of what she might do to me in that room, push me forward. I don’t even flinch when the door swings shut with a slam, and latches its lock.
She’s got me to herself for who knows how long, and when I finally get brave enough to look back at her, she’s smirking and licks her lips.
Chapter. 12 – Riley
For a moment there, I thought he was about to bolt away from me. When Greg, the motel owner talked about a tab, it seemed like Avery got real quiet, and when I finally realized what he must be thinking I was quick to explain. But I couldn’t really use the word ‘werewolf’ in front of the manager, so I’m glad Avery understood.
But really, it doesn’t even matter anymore. All I can think about is that I finally got this man to myself. Out from the alley, and the rain, and parental objections. Savannah drove me to the diner this morning, and all along the way, she said she would cover for me, and later tonight, we both could talk to Dad and try to figure out a way to get him to terms about Avery. She was always the kind one, but this was beyond what I could imagine her doing for me. I know I’m lucky in so many ways, both for my sister, and for Avery standing before me. And even though he almost nervously shifts from one leg to the other, with Savannah covering for me, I get to spend all day in this room with him.
Part of me had assumed he’d jump right on me when we had the chance. That maybe he was just being shy about PDA. But seeing as he seems even more nervous now, I contemplate if there’s something else going on here, “Avery.” He stops, freezes in place, and I walk closer, placing a hand on his chest, “Have you never done this before?”
He looks at me, then shakes his head. I don’t know why, but the thought of me being his first (and last), shoots a direct line of pleasure straight to my core. I’m not a virgin myself, but I’ve only had a handful of men, and more out of boredom, than anything else. None of my relationships were more than skin deep, and I feel like I already have a deeper connection with Avery than I ever did with any of the men I let fuck me. It proves that we don’t have to do it right now, to be bonded, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to get a taste of what my immediate future could be like.
“Come here,” I lead us to the bed, and gently push him down onto the edge, so he’s sitting up, while I move my legs on either side of his knees. I’d rather sit right down onto his lap, but if he’s really a virgin, that might make it too hard for him to hang on a little longer - and I like to be a tease, “I’m going to take off a piece of clothing, for every question you answer. You ready?”
He nods, but doesn’t make a move, bracing his own body weight behind him on the palms of his hands. Within minutes, those hands better be on my skin . . . “Did you touch yourself yet, thinking of me?”
Avery’s eyes widen a little, and then smirks - hm, he’s more cocky than I thought, if he actually answers honestly, “I thought about it, but - “
“But, what?,” he knows how to peak my curiosity.
“I think my hand would be a poor imitation of the pleasure you could give me, eventually.” He emphasizes ‘eventually’, as if he hopes, that I’ll give him some pleasure soon enough. But he’s not pinning me underneath him just yet. I can’t decide if I’m actually the one in control here, or if he’s just letting me think I am. He answered my question though, so I smile and step back just enough to take off the jacket I was wearing, letting it drop behind me.
I’m wearing a plain t-shirt, so it doesn’t really cling to me like the dress did last night - and I can tell he’s itching to see more, “Alright, next question - what do you want to do to me?”
He doesn’t even try to look me in the eyes, his own wandering down my body, which makes me want to squirm, “Specifically?”
I step a little closer again, resting my hands on his shoulders, “Yes - what do you want to do me?”
His own hands lift from the bed, and he puts them on my waist. Any part of him that I still thought was holding back, melts away completely, when he lifts his face to mine, and almost stuns me with his answer, “I want to touch you till you moan underneath me, and then I want to sink into you till I cum.”
I’m about ready to be done playing games. I want to crawl into his lap, push him back onto the bed, and just ravage his body. How am I supposed to say anything after that? How am I supposed to even think, when all the blood is rushing away from my heart, and straight to my clit? I almost absentmindedly glide my ankle boots off - it’s the only thing I can remove without breaking the connection we have going on here.
I think he was hoping I’d remove my shirt to give him easy access to my breasts, and I have to admit, the thought of his hands touching my nipples right now, sounds magnificent, “How long do you see us being together?”
He answers immediately, “Indefinitely.”
That’s it. How can I say ‘no’ any longer to him? I lean forward, and he catches me as I crash into him, and we fall back onto the bed. Our mouths clash against one another, and his hands tug at my shirt - I was right, he’s desperate to touch my breasts. I smile against his mouth, allowing us to separate just long enough to ask him something more serious. Because frankly, I need to know, “Are you scared of how things will go with the Council, or the community?”
His head falls back into the bed, and he grins, albeit weakly, “A little - but not enough to stop this.”
I sit up on his hips, and I can feel just exactly how much he wants me. It would be almost easy to rock back and forth just enough to make him squirm, but he did answer another question, so instead, I cross my arms in
front of me, grab the hem, and pull the shirt over my head. He licks his lips, and I’m praying that mouth is going to close around my nipples.
Maybe I should switch gears with the questions. Instead of focused inquiries about our possible future, maybe I should just get to basics: “Do you want to be the one to take off my bra?”
His hands instantly go up behind my back, and in a breathy whisper, replies “Yes.”
Considering he’s a virgin, with what seems to be zero experience, Avery manages to unclasp my bra with ease. He tugs on the strap and it flings to the side, and my breasts spill out, only to be caught in his hands, which makes us both whimper. He, because it’s the first time that he’s gotten to touch them, and me, because he seems to know exactly what he’s doing. His hands cup them, his thumbs easily gliding over the nipples, which makes me fall forward, and brace my hands on his chest, “A-Avery.”
He locks eyes with me, and once again, I see his wolf come to the forefront. Briefly, just enough to let me know he’s here in this room with us. It makes me feel downright powerful that I seem to make them both crave me, but when Avery comes back to the forefront, I feel like puddy in his hands. I’m not the one in control anymore, I’ll roll over and submit to him, and all he’s got to do is ask. He leans up on one elbow, replacing his hand with his face, resting his cheek against the creamy skin, and groaning against me - trying hard it seems, not to just take the protruding bud into his mouth. My back arches naturally into his hold, and I’m surprised by how much restraint he has.
But soon enough I realize it’s not restraint, but reservations, keeping him from moving forward. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he holds me tighter. He doesn’t look up from my chest, but I can feel his eyes closing, as he inhales, “Don’t leave me.”
My head leans forward, resting on his, and I lift my hand to pet his hair. Within moments though, I tug at it, to pull his head back so he’ll finally look at me, and I can try to explain why he never has to worry about that happening, ever, “Baby, werewolves mate for life.”
He seems to want to believe it, and I think for a moment he does, but the smile fades quickly and he leans backwards, back onto his elbows, before collapsing completely onto the bed again. I’m so confused that I’m about to say something, when he puts his arm over his eyes, and replies so matter of factly, that at first, I’m stunned . . .
“No,” he mutters, “They don’t.”
Chapter. 13 – Avery
When those breasts of her spilled out into my willing hands, I thought I was touching a piece of my very own Heaven. And though maybe she was looking for some carnal pleasure - and really, I am, too - I was almost swept away by how beautiful she is. Her black hair cascading over her shoulders, and brushing against my wrists. Her eyes, hazy, and glossed over in passion, at me. It’s directed at me, she’s allowing me to touch her, caress her, and I want to thank her for it. I want to curl up against her, and tell her everything, because for some reason, I feel so damn comfortable with her. I’m equally desperate to fuck her, and hold her, the entire night in my arms.
So when I pushed myself off the bed, in order to move closer to those perfect tits, I felt this tender feeling propelling me to just take a rest. For just a moment, to pause, and let her know how thankful I am that she picked me. That I will do everything in my power for the rest of my life, to prove she was right. I want to compliment her, shower her with kisses, and give her so much pleasure she moans my name. But when my cheek is pressed against her heart, I can only close my eyes, and sigh. Instead, I ended up making it about myself. Because even now, I’m still so vulnerable, and all I actually get out, is my own desperation to keep her at my side.
I feel like I’m fucking this up - instead of fucking her. I must sound like a whiny puppy at her feet. And yet, for whatever reason, she comforts me, even now. When she pulls on my hair, to force me to look at her, I’m not afraid. She cares for me, I know it now, and she doesn’t disappoint. She tells me this is for life, it could be for life, and at first, I feel like I could literally fly. But then I remember my mother, and my father, and how that wasn’t for life. My mother left not too long after I, and my brothers, were born.
Maybe right now, Riley wants forever, but can purebloods really mix with halfbreeds? I fall back, covering my eyes, because the moment we had has passed, and I’m not sure if my heart can handle the reality of the answer I seek. When I mutter my reply, she leans forward, her hands dipping under my button up, and giving me goosebumps. I don’t know what’s she trying to accomplish, I must seem absolutely miserable, or just resolute that her desire for me, is an itch to scratch, and nothing more.
“Avery,” her voice sounds almost pleading, and I slowly lower my arm away from my face. As soon as I see her worried eyes, I immediately reach for her face. She leans her cheek into the palm of my hand, and it’s such a sweet moment, that I almost forget . . . “Please, tell me you feel it, too. We are mates.” I think a part of her believes it, but I’m still not sure. I want it to be, and the fact that we seemed to have moved at lightspeed here, would make sense - but her comment still makes me wonder if wolves mate for life. If that was the case, why didn’t my mom stick with my dad? Or is it more like, werewolves mate for life, but only other werewolves?
But then, I’m brought out of my own thoughts, when I see her eyes shift, because the glossiness from her passion has dissipated. Instead, replaced by the glossiness of tears threatening to pool along the edges, and spill over. And the realization that I’m about to make her cry, sends me into panic mode. It feels like a punch to my gut, but the pain doesn’t stop me from wrapping my arms around her, and rolling us over, so I’m on top of her, “Riley, no ssh darling.” My same hand strokes her cheek, pats her hair, and finally, I lower my face to hers so I can give her a sweet, gentle kiss, “I want you, with everything I am, with everything I can offer. I just - “
She bites her lip, bracing herself, as if she was right all along to have those tears threatening to spill out. I need to be honest, “My mom didn’t stick around - and I wonder if she thought she was mated to my Dad, too. If she could change her mind, why shouldn’t you be able, too? It’s not that I don’t want you baby, its that I want you so badly I’m scared to death to take the plunge. I’m just being a coward, but the answer is yes, I feel it, too. And I want to be your mate. I want this, you, me, us. All of it. All of you.”
Those tears peek out from the corner of her eyes, but she’s smiling, and I think they might be happy tears now. Relived, I don’t hesitate when her arms wrap around my neck and she pulls me down on top of her. Our kiss is heavy, and filled with need. I can’t help myself but get lost in it, and as her tongue sweeps into my mouth, my hips fall a little, and it presses my center against hers. It feels so warm there, right between her legs, that I pray she doesn’t change her mind. That she’ll let me grind against her just long enough so I can finally get some relief.
I’m still trying to hold back, but with the way she’s clinging to me, sure hands unbuttoning my shirt, and moaning against my lips, I can’t much longer. I had been hoping to hang onto some sense of control a little while longer, but my cock is desperately pressing against my jeans, and rocking against her core, imagining the moment I get to sink into her, “Ri-Riley, I can’t hold on much longer.”
She moves her lips away from mine, just enough to put her voice close to my ear, “Then don’t baby, cum right now - I don’t care. Give me a taste of what to expect.” Her words are ringing through my head, and when her fingertips roam down to my ass, firm hands holding me in place, I feel downright dizzy. Can I really allow myself to lose control? Cum against her, and have her cling to me? . . . “Avery, I want you to cum. Now.”
She’s taking the lead, and I need to accept the fact, that she’s been holding the reigns so far. And I like it. I spend every day, all day, thinking of everyone else, for everyone else. Having to be one step ahead of every action - but thrusting against her, I don’t have to think, I just am. A
man, with needs, with a beautiful woman underneath him, telling him to cum. And I’ll oblige, every damn time.
I bury my head into her neck, and inhale an almost overwhelming scent of lilies, intoxicating me. With one final thrust, I hold my dick to her entrance, separated by more denim than should ever be allowed, and allow my body to finally snap from the tight coil my thoughts had twisted it into. I moan her name, and she wraps those long legs around me, her fingers digging into my cheeks, encouraging me on with her groans.
I cum hard. Harder than I ever think I have in my entire life. It seems to go on forever, and when I’m finally done, I wonder if I might have just pounded her straight through the damn mattress. Even though I’m still waiting on the blood to pump back into my brain, I need to look at her, and make sure I didn’t somehow mess it up, that it was okay. She doesn’t disappoint, as soon as she locks eyes with me, I spot the flush cheeks, and her biting her bottom lip. My eyes are hazy, grateful that she’s not kicking me off of her. She’s still so entangled around my body, that I stay in place, spent and exhausted, and yet . . . ready to go again.
“Avery.”
God, I want her to moan that name again. I should be embarrassed, for cumming in my pants like a school boy, but she doesn’t say anything. Instead, her hands move from my ass, under my shirt, and up my chest. Her fingernails gently scratch my skin, and it make me shiver a little. Though I think she enjoys that. Because when I look back at her, her smile is big and wide, “Feel better?”
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