The Wolf Claims His Fae (Club Yes Master Book 1)

by Aspen Drake

  “They were.” He reached down and closed the book before coming behind my chair and rubbing my shoulders. He truly had an expert touch. I leaned back into his hands and moaned. It felt so good.

  “How is it you’re a Dom when you take such good care of me.” I leaned my head to the side, so he could work the tired muscles of my neck.

  “A good Dom takes care of his subs.” He continued to work the muscle until it loosened. Then he came around the front of the desk. “Come on.” He held his hand out to me. “Let’s eat before the food gets cold.”

  I was amazed to see a delicious spread of food in my kitchen. He had prepared lettuce wrapped tacos with homemade pica de gallo, Spanish rice, freshly made tortilla chips, and a large pitcher of limeade. “Wow. You certainly do know how to take care of your subs.” I started to build a plate and then realized what I’d said. “I mean, I know I’m not one of your subs, but—”

  He chuckled as he prepared his own plate. “Honestly, I don’t have any subs at the moment. I have women who come to Room Two, but I haven’t claimed any of them as my own.”

  I wasn’t sure why, but I got a warm feeling in my stomach. The fact that he hadn’t claimed any women as his own made me smile. I was happy there was no one special in his life. Not that anything would happen between us. I was a fairy and he was a werewolf – end of story. Still, I wouldn’t mind spending a few weeks or months in his bed.

  We ate dinner and talked about what I’d learned that day. It seemed that he’d been researching the subject as well. We’d both been taught the basic history in school, but neither of us had bothered to pay much attention. And we didn’t really want to delve into the subject any more that evening. We knew we’d have to face the reality soon enough, but why ruin a nice evening?

  We stood at the sink, rinsing the dishes and putting them in the dishwasher. It felt so domestic that I found myself wishing this could be my life every day. That wasn’t going to happen though. I was trying to push the thought from my mind when he leaned down and captured my mouth in his. The heat of the kiss was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. The way his mouth worked against mine was sensual and seductive, but also powerful. His mouth dominated mine as his tongue parted my lips and stroked mine. I leaned against the counter and he stood in front of me, opening my thighs with his massive knee. He pulled my bottom lip between his, and I was about to let out a whimper of desire and surrender when I heard Willow’s voice.

  “Girl, you are not going to believe what happened.” By the time she rounded the corner into the kitchen, Anwell was gathering the trash to take out to the can. “Oh, hello,” Willow said as she eyed him like a fine piece of chocolate. “I didn’t know you had company, Lily.” She involuntarily fluffed her hair as she looked him up and down. I almost felt sorry for him, but he took it well.

  “Name’s Anwell.” He nodded as he slung the bag over his shoulder and made for the backdoor. “I’ll just leave you two ladies alone.” He stepped outside and shut the door behind him.

  “Whoa.” She turned and looked at me. “So, Anwell, is it? Is there anything you want to tell me Miss Noble?”

  I turned to shut the dishwasher to buy some time to compose myself. “Not really. Dad sent him to serve as my guardian. It looks as if the creepers are back, and they’re targeting me.”

  She gasped. “Oh, Lily.” She pulled me into a tight hug and I thought I might suffocate in her boobs.

  “Air. I need air,” I said while trying to pull away.

  “Oops. Sorry.” She laughed. “Seriously though. This Steve guy wants to harm you? After you gave him a night of Grade A pussy?”

  I knew she was trying to make light of the situation, but I could also tell she was scared. “I know, right?” I put my hands on my hips. “Men!”

  We spent a few minutes talking about everything that had happened before Anwell came back inside. “Sorry to bother you, ladies, but it’s humid as hell out there.”

  “No reason to be sorry, shug.” Willow gave him a wink.

  “Wait, you came here to tell me something. What was it?” I asked while pulling some tea from the fridge and pouring everyone a glass.

  “Oh, yeah. I went in to talk to Logan about extending my hours on Friday and Saturday so I come in at around five. I’ll be working twenty hours a week, which will increase my tips tremendously.”

  “Wait. Are you Logan’s new waitress?”Anwell asked.

  “Yep.” She slung her hair over her shoulder. “I started last Saturday.”

  Anwell smiled and nodded. “You’ve made quite the impression on him. I’m co-owner of the restaurant and the club across the street.”

  “Really? What did he say?” She sounded so much like a school girl that I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

  “Willow, we’re not fourteen,” I said while crossing my arms in front of my chest.

  She glared at me. “I know, I just want to know if I’m doing a good job.”

  I scoffed. “At giving him a boner – that’s what you want to know.”

  For once in our lives, I actually made Willow blush. “That’s not true…”

  “Oh, really? Weren’t you just going on about how—”

  “Ladies, ladies.” Anwell put his hands up to diffuse the situation. “Let me put your minds at ease.” He turned to Willow. “Just for the record, he does think you’re doing a fantastic job. He loves how you interact with the customers.” He was silent for a minute. “And, as for a boner… Well, let’s just say I wouldn’t bend over in front of him. It may be more than the old boy can resist.”

  16

  Anwell

  Lily’s friend left shortly after I made the comment about her needing to watch her backside. Lily said she’d never seen her so flustered. “Maybe she’s got more than lust for him?”

  “I don’t know. That’s never been Willow’s style.” Lily was wiping down the counters. “She’s more of a wham, bam, thank you, man kinda girl.”

  “Sometimes it just takes the right man to turn a girl around.”

  Lily laughed. “Isn’t it usually the woman taming the man?”

  I gasped. “How sexist can you be? It’s the twenty-first century for crying out loud.”

  She giggled at my mock indignation. “Well, call me old-fashioned, but I like for a man to be the one making the moves.”

  “Oh, really?” I asked as I closed the gap between us.

  “Really.” She stared up into my eyes. I wrapped my hands around her tiny waist and lifted her onto the counter. “Ick. Now my butt’s all wet,” she said while trying to scoot out of the water.

  “That’s not all that’s going to be wet.” I grabbed her bottom lip between my teeth and pulled her into an earth-shattering kiss. Never in my life had I kissed a woman that could match me move for move. Her kisses had my cock straining against my zipper.

  The kiss got deeper, and as our tongues tangled, I felt my hands slipping under her tank top. When I lifted her lacy bra and my thumbs rubbed across her pebbled nipples, we both moaned. God, she was the hottest thing I’d ever had my hands on. Her petite size made me want to fuck her over and over and never come up for air. I pulled her top over her head and let it fall to the floor before unclasping her bra and releasing her gorgeous tits. She thought they were too small, but they were perfect for her body.

  I leaned down and took one of her breasts in my mouth and worked the nipple with my tongue as my other hand glided up her thigh. I moved the leg of her shorts aside and found that she wasn’t wearing panties. As my fingers reached her folds, I realized they were soaking wet. “Good fucking god,” I moaned against her breast. It was all I could do not to come right then and there. She was so fucking wet, and as I slid my finger into her core, I was reminded of how tight she was.

  I wrapped her legs around my waist and carried her to her bedroom. I lay her down on the bed and tore off her shorts. I looked at her gorgeous, naked body under the moonlight that filtered through the window as I pulled my t-shirt over
my head and then removed my boots.

  I dropped to my knees and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She spread her legs automatically and I was happy to be welcomed into her. I ran my hands up the insides of her thighs and used my rough, callused thumbs to pull back her folds. I wasn’t going to be gentle. I couldn’t be even if I wanted to. I was so turned on that I was on the verge of shifting. I had to remain in control, and the only way to do that was to sate my need as quickly as possible.

  I began to lick her core, tongue-fucking her and nipping at the moist skin. She moaned and bucked against my face, my stubble rubbing into her thighs. I continued to bite and fuck her pussy with my mouth. When she came against my lips, I licked every drop clean.

  Without waiting for her to recover, I was on her and thrusting into her harder than I had ever fucked a woman. I needed my release, or she’d see just how rough sex could really be. She was screaming out my name, but my release wasn’t coming. I lay on top of her to get a different angle. When she wrapped her legs around my waist, she began to work with my movements. I had to slow down. I wanted to come but I also wanted this feeling to last forever.

  It felt so good when she was fucking me. Her tight pussy was stretched across my massive length, and she was loving it. Her chest flushed, and I knew she was close to coming again.

  When I looked in her eyes, I lost it. I couldn’t stop it. I bit into her shoulder as I shifted. I threw my head back and let out a deep howl. Without pulling out, I flipped her onto her stomach then tugged her onto her knees. I bit into her shoulder again and fucked her like I had never fucked a woman before. Not once had I ever shifted during sex. It felt so fucking amazing.

  When Lily called out, I knew she feeling everything just as intensely as I was. “Oh, my god, Anwell. Just like that.”

  I didn’t give a fuck anymore. I was going to fuck this woman and find the release I had waited my whole life for.

  I thrust in and out of her wet channel, pulling my dick almost all the way out before I shoved back in. I knew I was working her clit just the way a woman liked. I was surprised she was able to handle my size. When I was shifted, I was even larger than my normally impressive size. Yet, she didn’t cry out in pain or fear. She simply moaned in pleasure as she rode me hard.

  I watched my dick go in and out of her tight, shaved pussy. How could one woman be this perfect? When she got close to her climax, she began to buck against me, unable to control herself. Watching her triggered something inside me. I leaned down again and bit into her shoulder one last time as I began to fuck her harder and harder. When she hit her peak, she let out a screaming moan that was the stuff fantasies were made of.

  I couldn’t hold back any longer and filled her with my seed until it seeped out of her pussy and onto the sheets below. After several moments of holding against her, I collapsed on the bed beside her, pulling her on top of me. I felt my body shifting back to normal and was immediately exhausted.

  “Damn.” I blinked at her through tired eyes and smiled.

  The last thing I saw was her smiling back at me.

  17

  Lily

  I should have been frightened when he shifted, but it was one of the rawest sexual experiences I’d ever had. Nothing would ever top that moment. He seemed to come alive inside me in a way no man ever had. The bites didn’t even hurt. In fact, they seemed to make the sex even better.

  I lay in bed next to him, humming with happiness. I would give anything to make this man my own. I wanted a powerful man who could take care of me and fuck me like that each and every night. In all honesty, Anwell might have ruined me for all other men. No fairy had ever fucked me like that and I knew they never could. They had all been soft, gentle lovers. That wasn’t necessarily bad. I usually reached an orgasm with past lovers, but they were all far from earth-shattering. The orgasm I’d just had with Anwell made me wonder how the world was still spinning. How was it possible I hadn’t died in that moment and gone straight to heaven?

  I couldn’t sleep, so I slipped out of bed and grabbed a pint of ice cream from the freezer. I sat on the sofa and ate ice cream in the nude while watching Netflix. I wasn’t even paying attention to what was on the screen. My mind was completely wrapped around the man in my bedroom. I was too afraid to broach the subject of being in a relationship with him. I knew he wouldn’t be keen on the idea. But, honestly, I wouldn’t be keen on him being in Room Two most nights of the week.

  I was staring off into space, thinking about his massive cock, when he walked into the living room. He was still naked too, and I couldn’t help but lick my spoon at the sight. When he saw my tongue wrap around the spoon, his dick bobbed in response. I gulped as I took another bite of ice cream and worked the spoon with my tongue.

  He walked over and took the ice cream and spoon from my hands and placed his dick against my lips. He held the back of my head, and when I felt the pre-come wet my lips, I involuntarily licked it and he pushed his dick in my mouth. At first, his moves were slow and gentle. But his grip on the back of my head grew stronger, and his thrusts eventually became quicker. I maneuvered myself so I was on my knees. He braced one foot on the edge of the couch to get a deeper angle. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and gripped it as his dick slid in and out of my mouth.

  “Fuck, Lily.” His fingers dug into my scalp. “You’re better than any woman I’ve ever had.”

  For some reason, his words touched a part of me that made tears come to my eyes. Why did he have to say such things when our love could never be? I pushed the painful thoughts to the back of my mind and focused on working his dick in and out of my mouth. I let my lips become wetter and wetter until saliva was dripping from them.

  He leaned his head back and moaned. I pointed my tongue at his base and dragged it up his shaft, paying special attention to the tip of his cock. He quivered, and his dick began to jerk. I did it a few more times and he exploded.

  He rocked into my mouth, and I swallowed every bit of his seed while I holding his ass against me. He pulled back, removing his cock from my mouth with an audible pop. With his forehead pressed against mine, we were both breathing hard.

  “Lily.” He brushed his thumb against the side of my face. “You are absolutely amazing.” He kissed my forehead and then my cheek and mouth. Soon, our kisses turned hungry. I wrapped my arms around his neck and wound my fingers in his hair. I would never tire of this. His kisses matched mine—the desire in them indescribable.

  We had sex all night long. I was sore when I woke up after a couple hours of sleep. The noise of someone knocking pulled me from my deep sleep. When I looked out the peephole, my father was looking back at me. I pulled the door open and smiled at him. “Daddy. It’s so nice to see you.”

  “Lily, are you okay?” He held me at arms-length and gave me a once over as if looking for injuries. “It’s nearly noon, and you look like you just woke up. Are you still having bad dreams?”

  “How did you know about the dreams?” I asked as I ushered him in and shut the door.

  “Anwell told me when I stopped by yesterday.” He followed me into the kitchen and poured some sweet tea.

  “Oh, he didn’t mention you stopped by.” I pulled at my robe as I watched Anwell sneak down the hallway to his own room. “But no. I didn’t have any bad dreams last night, which was a relief.” I sipped my sweet tea. “I spent most of yesterday afternoon and evening reading up on the history of the creepers. I now understand that the dreams are quite significant.”

  “They are.” He stared off into space for a few moments. “I just don’t understand why they’ve targeted you.”

  “I don’t know. Were members of the community targeted for specific reasons?”

  “Yes. Most were—”

  “Hey, Walker.” Anwell came into the kitchen looking like a million bucks. “Have you learned anything new?”

  My father turned to look at him. “No. There’s been no word of unusually activity and no animals have gone missing.” He put h
is tea glass on the counter. “It’s lucky Greywood is so small. I can’t imagine trying to deal with this situation in a large town.” We all stood in silence for a minute before my father cleared his throat. “Well, I just wanted to make sure you were all right, sweetie.” He leaned in and kissed my cheek. “I’m always here if you need me. Never forget that.”

  “I know, Daddy.” I smiled and held his hand against my face. My dad and grandmother were my closest relatives. I’d never felt close to my mother. We were just too different. “Please be careful out there.”

  “I will be.” He patted my cheek and turned to shake Anwell’s hand. “Again, I want to thank you for taking such good care of my daughter. Knowing that you’re here with her at night gives me a sense of relief.”

  “It’s my pleasure.” As my dad turned to leave, Anwell gave me a wink that caused my cheeks to blush. “I’ll take care of her as if she were my very own.”

  “I know you will.” He gave us both a smile before closing the door behind him.

  18

  Anwell

  It almost seemed wrong to be fucking Walker Nobel’s daughter when I was supposed to be watching over her. But, it’s not like she wasn’t a consenting adult. I continued to question myself as I licked the juices between her thighs. God, she tasted so good. I had her tied to the bed and all she could do was squirm. I pulled an ice cube from my drink and rubbed it against her clit. She screamed and pulled against her restraints until I licked away the cold.