by Mia Harris
“I want you to touch me, the same way that I touch you,” he murmured, before moving down and planting warm kisses on her collarbone and chest.
Finally letting go of all her reservations, Cerie ran her hands over his shoulders and down his back, squeezing and feeling the hard muscle that lay under his black T-shirt. With every kiss that he planted on her neck and chest, she felt as if little bolts of electricity were shooting through her in a tantalizing preview of what it would be like to feel him moving within her, naked and hard.
He raised his head up and then brought his lips down on hers again, and the fire that had started to build in her belly earlier became a raging inferno. She gasped in wanton desire for him, and he pulled away, grinning.
“I told you this was right,” he said, cupping and squeezing her still-clothed breasts in both hands.
“Take me to your bedroom,” she said breathlessly.
Sebastian growled and stood up, before picking her up and hoisting her over his shoulder again. This time, Cerie enjoyed the ride, and gazed at her surroundings as he strode up the double staircase and into a large bedroom. He threw her down on an enormous four-poster bed and then climbed on top of her, his eyes wild with barely-contained lust.
“I want you. Now,” he growled.
“So do I. Take your shirt off,” she demanded, hardly believing the bold words that were leaving her mouth.
His jaw clenched, and seconds later he was tearing his shirt off and pawing at the side of her dress. Cerie helped him unzip it, and then lifted her hips and gasped as he slid it off in one fluid motion.
Sebastian growled again at the sight of her expensive white torsolette and matching panties, and pawed at them wildly as well. Cerie smiled and teased him, slowly wriggling her hips back and forth and watching as his eyes blazed with hunger for her.
“Stop teasing me,” he growled, nipping playfully at her earlobes.
“Then take it off,” she whispered.
Sliding his hands underneath her, he unhooked the torsolette fastenings and threw it over onto the other side of the bed, breathing fast and heavy as he took in her voluptuous upper body and smiling as he watched her delicate nipples harden with her own desire for him.
Cerie raised her hips again, and he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, staring straight into her eyes as he pulled them down. Leaning down, he kissed her again, and this time, his tongue slowly darted out of his mouth, trying to slide between her lips. She parted her lips, allowing his tongue to finally glide sensually in, entwining with hers and sending more and more electricity coursing through her veins.
The kiss seemed to never end as they hungrily explored each other’s mouths, tasting and mapping every little part of each other. Cerie could feel his heart beating rapidly, and she knew that her own pulse was just as quick. It was like they matched up in every way, and she knew for certain that she had made the right choice in saying yes to him.
After finally pulling away, he gently nipped at her lower lip and then slid down the bed, propping himself up on his elbows once he was between her thighs. Cerie looked down at him, and he looked back up at her wickedly before nipping her inner thighs. She gasped at the strange mixture of pleasure and pain and then sighed with delight as his mouth moved ever-closer to where she wanted it most.
His warm tongue slid along the sensitive line where her thighs met her nether regions, and she sighed with anticipation, almost unable to wait any longer, but knowing at the same time that it would be worth the wait when he finally gave her what she desired.
Sebastian moved one hand to between her legs as he continued to lick and nibble the sensitive line, and then lightly brushed the pad of his thumb over her clitoris with delicate precision. Another soft moan escaped Cerie’s mouth as his digit touched the already-swollen nub, and she couldn’t bear it any longer.
“Oh, please, Sebastian!” she begged. “I need you to touch me.”
She felt him smile against her thighs, and seconds later his tongue was parting her folds, sliding up and down from top to bottom in long, fluid movements as his thumb continued to brush over her clitoris, gently rubbing and stroking it in small circles. Cerie almost felt like crying with relief, and threw her head back and closed her eyes, savoring every single sensation that was flooding through her mind and body as he worked away between her legs.
After a few minutes of this treatment, Sebastian moved his mouth onto her clitoris and began to suck and gently nibble the throbbing bud, and Cerie gasped as he slid one finger between her folds and then inside her, exploring and feeling her tight, wet warmth.
He murmured something as he slowly pumped the finger in and out, and she moaned loudly as the vibrations from his mouth sent shockwaves spiraling throughout her entire body. She was already close to reaching a level of bliss that she hadn’t felt in months, and with a man that she had only just met, no less. The thought sent another shiver running down her spine, and she slid her hands to his head, running them through his silky dark hair as his mouth traced delicious patterns over and around her clitoris.
This was the moment that she had waited her entire life for; the moment where she finally experienced what it was like to be with the man that she was meant to be with, and it was already shaping up to be well-beyond her wildest expectations. Never had she thought that such a gorgeous, strong and wealthy man would beg for her to be his, and never had she thought that he might be a… werewolf. It didn’t matter, though. He was right for her, and her body knew it. It was as if he knew exactly how she needed to be touched, as if he could see into her mind and know what would bring her the most pleasure.
Her hips began to arch, willing his fingers to explore deeper, and he slid another finger inside her. She continued to move against him, thrusting her body wildly against his hand, squeezing her eyes shut as tight as possible with concentration as his fingers slid in and out of her wet tightness before curling up in a beckoning motion inside her. They pressed against a sensitive spot on her front wall, and she cried out in ecstasy.
“Oh god… I’m so close!” she said, breathing deeply and quickly.
Sebastian took her words as a sign to quicken his movements, his tongue still rapidly tracing circles over her as he increased the pressure and speed that he was using with his fingers. Only seconds later, Cerie’s body began to spasm wildly around him as warm waves of pleasure washed over her, seemingly sweeping her into an abyss where her mind no longer worked and her legs were able to twitch and quiver on their own without her even noticing.
As she moaned and cried out with pleasure, Sebastian moved back up the bed and ran his hands all over her body, and then leaned down and kissed her. She could taste her sweet, tangy juices on his mouth as she kissed him back, and she reached out to clutch his shoulders, needing to hold onto something solid as her entire world seemed to spin out of control.
Dipping his head, Sebastian took one of her pink nipples in his mouth and sucked it before drawing patterns on her sensitive areola with his tongue. The inferno was still blazing in Cerie’s body despite the enormous pleasure that he had just brought her, and she knew that she needed more; she needed him to put it out.
Every nerve ending was on fire as he raised his head and kissed her again, and she parted her legs for him, imploring him with her eyes. His eyes blazed yellow again, and she felt his hardness pressing up against her entrance. She didn’t even remember him taking his pants off, but her mind was so clouded with desire right now that anything could have happened and she probably wouldn’t have noticed. All she could see was his face, his jaw clenched and his eyes burning with arousal as he rubbed himself up and down her wet slit, teasing her until he knew that she couldn’t take it anymore.
He kissed her once more, and then he was inside her, thrusting deep within her, sending more shockwaves through her system and making her cry out with delight. She had always enjoyed sex, but her past experiences paled in comparison with what she was feeling now as he moved inside
her.
Cerie arched her back and hips up, pulling him in even deeper as he continued to move in and out, and then pulled one of her knees up to her chest. Sebastian growled as he felt her tighten up even more, and then grabbed her leg, throwing it over his shoulder. He began to move his hips in a circular motion, and she gasped with pleasure, savoring every second.
As she gasped, Sebastian moved his head down and nipped at her breasts again, smiling as he saw goose bumps spread rapidly over her chest and arms. Increasing his tempo, each thrust became harder and faster, making Cerie’s eyes nearly roll back in her head with ecstasy as his groin rubbed up against her swollen clitoris, sending another warm wave of pleasure crashing over her.
“I want you on top of me,” he growled after what felt like an eternity of pleasure.
Without giving her a chance to reply, he pushed her leg off his shoulder and rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. Cerie raked her nails over his muscular chest as she sat on him, and then raised her hips before lowering herself down onto him, watching his eyes darken with pleasure as he disappeared into her hot, wet tightness.
Sebastian gripped her hips and behind, holding onto her as she bounced up and down, and then began to move his hips in a circular motion again, punctuating each movement with a soft groan.
Cerie felt herself getting close to the edge again, and leaned back, resting her hands on his shins. He slid a palm over her clitoris, rubbing gently and grinning as he watched her explode again, squeezing her eyes shut and throwing her head back as she screamed with delight for him.
Powerful contractions continued to shake her to her very core, and Cerie collapsed forward onto her werewolf lover’s chest, moaning and sighing softly as he kept his grip on the soft curves of her behind, moving her back and forth. His eyes were blazing, and she knew that his own pleasure couldn’t be too far away.
Seconds later, Sebastian groaned loudly and thrust into her one more time before spilling his seed deep inside her wet softness. The two lovers lay entwined in each other’s arms for several moments afterwards, neither able to speak a word.
When he had finally recovered his breath, Sebastian leaned over and murmured into Cerie’s ear.
“I told you we were meant for each other.”
“Well, it was hard to believe at first, considering the way that you basically kidnapped me,” she teased, reaching a hand out and stroking his head.
“I did not kidnap you,” he growled. “I was only bringing you home, where I knew that you truly belonged with me.”
“I know,” she whispered, realizing that he was right.
He was hers, she was his, and this was her home now; their home together.
***
The Billionaire’s Werewolf Secret
By Eva Grace
“Emma! Breakfast is ready!”
Emma Chapman sighed as she heard her mother calling to her from downstairs. She still wasn’t dressed yet, and if she spent too much time on breakfast with her family, then she would be late for work. She was in the middle of an internship program at one of their city’s local gossip magazines, and it was a very difficult position to get, let alone keep. So far, she had already seen two interns get fired simply for getting someone the wrong coffee.
Hurriedly going through her closet again, she selected a blue and white dress that skimmed her cleavage and waist, and then flowed out nicely over her hips. Not too tight, but not too grandmother-y either, she thought, assessing herself in the mirror before heading downstairs.
She had considered trying to fit into an old pair of designer jeans that her mother had bought for her years ago, but wearing pants of any kind made her feel depressed. She liked her curvaceous figure, but she had what some of her friends referred to as a ‘bubble butt’. In other words, her behind was nice and rounded, which made it almost impossible to find pants that fit around the waist and hips and her butt. So it was dresses and skirts all the way. She didn’t mind that much, though; she liked being girly.
“Mom, I only have time for a quick breakfast, and then I have to head off,” she said, hugging her mother to say good morning.
Her father sighed.
‘You stress way too much about that place, Em. It isn’t healthy. Why don’t you find a nice boy to settle down with instead?”
“Dad! I’m only twenty-two. Besides, this isn’t the 1940’s. I want my own career,” she said, annoyed. Her father always said things like that to her, and she couldn’t tell if he was being serious or just trying to annoy her.
After breakfast, she grabbed her handbag, got into her car and headed into the city to the magazine’s main office. Her family lived on a big property quite some distance out of the central business district, and while it had been nice growing up out there as a child, Emma was starting to get sick of the long drive to and from work every day. I wish this internship was paid. Then I could afford my own place in the city.
Once she had arrived, her boss, a tall, red-faced man named Thomas, pressed a sheaf of papers into her hand.
“I need photocopies of all of these, pronto. And then we need coffees for the writer’s room.”
“Okay,” she replied.
“Oh, and after that, I was thinking that you could accompany me to today’s interviews and shoot. It’d be a good experience for you.
“Sure, thank you. It’s the bachelor shoot, isn’t it?”
“Yup. Now off you go!”
Excited, Emma headed off to do what was asked of her. She couldn’t wait to watch the interviews with Thomas later. The magazine was doing a ‘Hottest 50 Eligible Bachelors’ spread, and she would get to be there, right near all of the sexy men.
After the coffee run, she nearly bumped straight into Trina, the fashion shoot stylist.
“Oh, Emma!” she said in her high-pitched, lilting voice. “Come with me. The interviews are starting, and Thomas told me that you’re observing.”
With that, she turned on her heel and headed down the hallway, her stilettos clacking against the tiles with each step. Emma rolled her eyes slightly. She couldn’t understand how people could ever be bothered wearing heels every day of their life. They hurt, and the only comfortable pair that she had ever tried on cost several thousand dollars in a department store.
Trina didn’t seem to have a problem buying and wearing expensive shoes, though. She came from a wealthy family, and had been trying to break into the modeling industry for a couple of years. As a result, she tried to look her ‘best’ at all times, and that meant showing up at work dressed to the nines just in case someone ‘discovered’ her. She was everything that Emma wasn’t; impossibly tall and thin, with blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Meanwhile, Emma was short and curvy with dark hair and hazel eyes.
As Emma stepped into the main room where the interviews were being held, she stood to the side with Trina and watched as the men answered the generic questions that Thomas posed to them.
“See that guy?” Trina whispered, pointing to the blond man that Thomas was currently interviewing. “His eyes somehow disappear on camera, so we had to put fake eyelashes on him to make him look normal.”
Emma stifled a giggle. Thomas wrapped up the interview and let the man leave before telling another intern to bring the next one in.
“Oh my god!” Trina said after a moment, elbowing her. “Look who the next guy is!”
A tall, dark-haired man had just entered the room and was shaking hands with Thomas. He had bright green eyes, and as he glanced around the room, he looked over at Emma and Trina. His face registered surprise for a second, but he regained his composure and sat down. Thomas began the interview, but every now and then, he would steal a glance in their direction.
Probably staring at Trina. As if he’d stare at me, Emma thought as she felt her cheeks turning slightly pink. From what Trina had just whispered to her, the man was Marcus Winter, prominent real estate billionaire. He was thirty-five, but somehow looked quite a lot younger. I guess rich people can afford
all the best anti-aging treatments, she mused.
Not only did he look young, but he was one of the most handsome men that she had ever seen. Every time he shot a look at them, she felt her face flushing more and more, until she was certain that her face was bright red.
“So, Marcus,” Thomas said. “You’re probably one of the most interesting bachelors that we’ve interviewed this year. You’re a billionaire, you’re clearly a good-looking guy, and yet… you’ve never been seen with a woman. Are you hiding some poor woman away, or are you just perpetually single?”
Marcus laughed softly.
“No, I’m not hiding anyone away. I just haven’t found the right woman yet. When I do, I’d like to settle down and get married right away. I’m not the type of guy that you’d call… a player, or whatever the term is,” he replied.
His voice was smooth and melodic, and sent chills up Emma’s spine with each word that he spoke. Jeez, he is impossibly gorgeous. I wish I was the right woman for him.
