by Mia Harris
A warm tingling was spreading quickly down her belly and between her legs, and she could tell that she was already getting wet for him. She had never felt so ready for anything in her entire life, and she reached out and stroked his head, running her hands through his silky dark hair.
“Please,” she murmured. “Don’t hold back. Take me the way you want to.”
He growled as she spoke, and she saw his jaw clench. Seconds later, he was a wolf again, and she watched as he clawed at her dress, tearing it off easily without injuring her delicate skin. When she was clad in only her bra and panties, he bounded away to find his shirt and pants from earlier, and then returned with them in his mouth.
After dropping them, he shifted back into his human body, and then lifted Emma up, placing the clothing under her body to make her as comfortable as possible.
“You really want me to take you as a true alpha would?” he asked, his eyes burning brightly with arousal.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly as she sat up on her elbows, suddenly desperate to feel this gorgeous man moving inside her, touching her and feeling her in every way.
With that, he pushed her back down onto her back and climbed on top of her, settling his weight on her and nudging her thighs apart with one leg. He began to move his body slowly against hers, and Emma moaned softly with anticipation as his groin rubbed against hers with each slow movement.
She was almost unable to believe how turned on she was, and she reached out and stroked the curly hairs on his chest as he continued his movements. Marcus smiled and pulled her bra cups down, exposing the full, creamy flesh of her breasts, and her pink nipples stiffened under his intense gaze.
Leaning his head down, he took one nipple in his mouth and sucked it gently, before moving his mouth over to the other, paying both breasts equal attention. Then, he nipped at her soft skin, eliciting little yelps from Emma as she felt a strange sensation of pleasure mixed in with pain.
Electricity seemed to be bursting through every vein and artery in her body as he nibbled her breasts, and seconds later he began to move down, planting warm kisses over her soft belly and hips.
Finally, he reached the area between her thighs, and he flashed her a wolfish grin before hooking two fingers into either side of her panties and pulling them down. Then, he buried his face between her legs, and Emma arched her back and moaned, throwing her head back and closing her eyes.
She felt a cool, wet sensation on her inner thighs, and immediately realized that it was Marcus back in his wolf form, sniffing between her legs and experiencing her female scent. She opened her eyes, but he was too fast for her, and as she looked down at him, he was already himself again, propped up on his elbows and staring straight at her before moving his mouth directly in between her thighs again.
His tongue began to slide up and down her warm folds, parting her delicate pink petals and eliciting more soft moans from Emma as she felt him licking her with long, fluid motions. After sliding his tongue from the top to bottom of her slit, he moved it back up and settled it over her clitoris, tracing patterns over the sensitive bud as he flicked his tongue over and around it, coaxing it out further.
Emma let out a gasp and closed her eyes again as she felt a warm hand creeping up her thigh, and then let out a soft cry of delight as Marcus slid a finger in between her folds, pressing gently inside her warm, wet opening.
“Yes, yes… do that,” she whispered as he began to pump his finger in and out, slowly at first, and then building up to a higher speed.
She cried out again, louder this time, as he began to move the finger inside her, twirling it in tiny circles before curling it and pressing it against a sensitive spot on her front wall. Emma hadn’t even known that this spot existed for her, and her eyes flew open in shock as he began to increase the pressure that he was applying with the finger.
His tongue was still drawing little patterns on her clitoris, which was now pulsing and throbbing as a powerful orgasm built deep in her belly. The actions of his mouth and fingers proved too much for her to bear any longer, and she moaned and gasped as the first wave of ecstasy flooded through her body, filling her up with the most incredible sense of warmth that she had ever experienced.
Her legs trembled as the pleasure continued to sweep through her in waves, and Marcus lifted himself back up on top of her, holding her down with his muscular arms as she writhed around beneath him.
“That was just a taste of what’s to come,” he growled.
Emma knew what he was talking about as she felt a distinct hardness digging into her thigh. Desperate to feel him within her, she frantically pawed at his chest before reaching around and grabbing his tight behind, trying to pull him inside her.
Marcus grinned, but almost immediately the smile faded from his face, replaced with the cold, hard expression of an alpha wolf.
“Are you ready for this?” he growled.
“Yes,” she replied. She had never been more certain of anything in her life.
As he pressed his hardness up against her soft folds, it finally registered in Emma’s clouded mind just how big he was. She had never felt anything so thick pushing up against her, and for a split-second she considered pushing him off. What if he breaks me in half with that thing? She didn’t push him off, though, deciding instead that she should at least give it a chance. For all she knew, it could bring her the greatest pleasure she had ever experienced.
It did. As he clenched his jaw and pushed himself inside her, Emma gasped and felt an immediate wave of warmth and ecstasy flood through every part of her body. She had never felt so full before, and as his thick, smooth cock stretched her, she cried out, needing him to continue.
He growled and began to thrust against her, harder and faster with each movement, and Emma’s heart thumped crazily in her chest as she began to move her hips in a rhythm with his, arching her back and trying to pull him in even deeper.
Looking down, she watched as he pulled himself all the way out before thrusting all the way back in, and she felt herself getting somehow wetter and wetter as she enjoyed the show. Watching his cock disappear from tip to base inside her was one of the sexiest things she had ever seen, and she began to let out louder and louder moans as she felt him fill her again and again.
Marcus suddenly moved, pulling one of her legs over his shoulder before sliding a palm between their writhing bodies. The pad of his thumb brushed against her throbbing clitoris with expert precision, and Emma soon felt another orgasm building inside her core, this one even more powerful than the last.
“Yes… yes!” she cried as the waves finally crashed over her again.
As she came, she looked up at his face and noticed the sweat that was covering his brow as he pumped himself in and out of her warm tightness. He was concentrating hard, and seconds later he pushed her leg back down and leaned forward, growling in her ear.
“You feel almost too good around me,” he said. “I need to take you from behind before you make me come already.”
With that, he slid out of her and picked her up, flipping her over onto her stomach with ease. Emma marveled at his incredible strength as she got up on her hands and knees, arching her back and looking at him over her shoulder.
His yellow eyes blazed with desire as he grabbed her round, curvy hips and held onto them, keeping them both steady as he rubbed his cock up against her entrance. Emma moaned in frustration, needing to feel him pushing inside her again, and then gasped with joy as he thrust back inside.
“Mmmm…. oh, yes!” she cried. “Keep doing that to me! Don’t stop!”
He began to punctuate each thrust with a soft groan as he moved in and out of her, and moments later he reached around, rubbing two fingers between her legs until she felt yet another orgasm building. She had no idea that she could be brought so much pleasure within one night, let alone within one session of lovemaking, and she gasped and sighed, picturing the life they would build together after tonight was over.
As her
third orgasm flooded through her, Marcus seemed to have only one goal left in mind. He slammed himself in and out of her with an intense urgency, and Emma felt her muscles moving and tightening around him as the pleasurable contractions shook her to her very core.
“I’m going to come inside you,” he growled, eliciting another gasp from Emma.
His masculine words alone were enough to send her careening over the edge again, and she screamed in pleasure as her new werewolf lover was overtaken by his own orgasm. Grunting loudly, he thrust into more time before spurting his warm, sticky seed deep inside her.
Emma sighed with happiness as she felt the wetness that was now coating her insides, and then rolled onto her back, staring up at the moon and stars as she tried to catch her breath. Marcus joined her, panting heavily as he recovered from his orgasm, and Emma reached an arm over his broad chest as they lay side by side.
“Is it going to be like this every time?” she asked breathlessly.
“Yes,” he murmured. “Although…”
“What?”
“On a full moon, it will be even better,” he growled, reaching over and tickling her.
She squirmed and giggled, and then suddenly remembered that he had shredded her dress with his claws.
“Oh no… my clothes!” she said.
“You can wear my shirt, and I’ll wear my pants. No one will see us anyway,” he said, smiling at her. “Will you be joining me back at my house tonight? I hope you will, seeing as you’re officially my mate now. I understand if you need time to adjust and tell your family and friends, though.”
“No, I’ll come with you,” she said.
The rest of the world could wait. Although he was a werewolf, she had her dream man, and he had his dream girl. Together, they would remain as mates, and nothing else was going to get in the way of that right now.
***
My Boss Is A Werewolf
By Mia Harris
Jessa Williams chewed on her fingernails nervously as she sat in the lobby of Taylor Enterprises. She had been looking for secretarial work for two months now, and the recruitment agency had finally fixed her up with a job for none other than Greg Taylor himself. She had been unable to believe her luck when they had called her; Greg Taylor was not only a billionaire, he was also sexy as hell. Jessa knew this because there were often photos of him on the entertainment website that she frequented to get her daily dose of celebrity gossip. From what she had seen, he was tall, with dark hair and gorgeous green eyes. Women would probably pay to work for him, and I‘m going to get paid to do it, she had thought gleefully upon finding out the news. Right now, her stomach was doing flip-flops as she waited for someone to come and get her.
“Miss Williams?” a crisp female voice said, startling her.
She looked up to see a slim, blonde woman standing in front of her.
“Yes, that’s me,” she replied.
“I’m Jane, the office administrator for the top level where you will be working. Sorry I took so long to get here; there was an incident with the espresso machine. Please, come with me and I’ll show you upstairs to where you’ll be working.”
Excited, Jessa stood up, her large handbag dropping to her side. Jane looked her up and down, taking in her cream-colored silk blouse and grey skirt. Jessa hadn’t known exactly what to wear when going to work for a billionaire, but she assumed that typical business attire would be just fine. The look on Jane’s face told her otherwise, though.
“Is everything alright?” she asked, not wanting to have already made a bad first impression.
Jane pursed her lips.
“Oh… yes. It’s just… Mr. Taylor normally prefers it when we hire… slimmer girls. But I’m sure you’ll do just fine.”
Jessa felt her face start to turn red. She had been so excited to start her new job, and this woman had managed to make her feel miserable with just a few words. Is she even allowed to say things like that to me? Isn’t that some sort of discrimination or harassment? she wondered, suddenly feeling ashamed of her body. She had always been a curvy girl, which she had accepted a long time ago. No matter what she ate, and no matter how much exercise she did, she was always going to be a size fourteen. Back in high school, she had starved herself all the way down to a size ten, but that had landed her in the hospital with an iron deficiency.
Jane turned on her heel and strode over to the elevators. Jessa followed, casting her eyes to the ground, wondering if everyone else in the office was going to be this bitchy. They rode to the top floor in silence, and when they arrived, Jane gave her a tour of the office before showing her to her desk.
“Anyway, if you need any help, come and find me. Most of your work should be there in the files that I’ve just given you,” Jane said, as Jessa smoothed her skirt and sat down.
“Is Mr. Taylor actually here at the moment?” she asked.
“No. He’s actually not here all that often; as you can imagine he has a lot of business to conduct elsewhere. That doesn’t mean that you won’t have a lot of work, though. You’ll need to take all of his calls, schedule his meetings… well, you know the drill.”
Without another word, Jane left. Jessa began to type up the letters that she found in the files that Jane had provided her with, and soon, she felt as if she had been working at Taylor Enterprises for weeks, not just hours. Occasionally, other staff would come over and introduce themselves, and she was relieved to note that they were a lot friendlier than Jane had been. One woman in particular, a tall redhead named Nicki, was extra-friendly. At lunchtime, she brought a sandwich and a latte to Jessa, and sat with her while she ate.
“I thought you looked hungry. There’s a lot of work around here, so you need to keep your energy levels up!” she said.
“Thanks, Nicki,” Jessa replied. “You know, I was kinda worried that everyone here would be… I don’t know, more…”
She was cut off mid-sentence by Nicki.
“More like Jane? It’s okay, you can say it. She can be really nasty when she wants to be. What did she say to you?”
“Oh, I don’t want to be a gossip.”
“It’s alright. I won’t say anything. I’ll tell you something first; on my first day here, she told me that I should dye my hair, because ‘no one ever wants to see a redhead’. Seriously, that’s what she said,” Nicki said.
“That’s awful. Well, she basically implied that I’m… fat,” Jessa said.
“What? God, she’s getting worse. Don’t listen to her. She’s just angry that you get to work directly for Mr. Taylor. She’s always had a thing for him, but he won’t give her the time of day.”
“Oh, I see,” Jessa replied.
Nicki’s kind words had made her feel a little better, but Jane’s earlier statement continued to haunt her for the rest of the day. ‘Mr. Taylor normally prefers it when we hire… slimmer girls’. She couldn’t shake the feeling that he would be displeased when he saw her for the first time. Realizing that it was already time to go home, she packed her things up and left, hoping that she would start to feel comfortable in her own skin again soon.
***
It had been a week since Jessa had started work at Taylor Enterprises, and she found it odd that had still not yet met Mr. Taylor. Regardless of whether or not he ended up liking her, she wanted to meet him, just to see what he was like in person. Her wish was finally granted the following Tuesday afternoon.
The elevator doors made a pinging sound at the other end of the office, and Jessa reflexively looked up to see who had come up. As the doors opened, she felt as if her heart had just dropped all the way into her stomach. It was Greg Taylor. He was even better-looking in real life; not a single photo that she had seen of him had done him justice. He was younger and taller than she had assumed, with a strong jawline and aquiline nose, and she could see how piercing his green eyes were all the way from where she was sitting. He strode towards her, and she stood up to greet him.
“Hello, Mr. Taylor. I’m Jessa, your new
secretary. It’s wonderful to finally meet you,” she said, extending a hand.
His eyes lingered on her body for a second, and she felt her cheeks turning pink. Ignoring her outstretched hand, he stared into her eyes. His own eyes flickered with an unfamiliar expression. Anger? Disgust that I’m not his typical thin secretary? Jessa couldn’t tell.
“I’m glad to finally meet you. Hold my calls for a while, please,” he said, before going into his office and firmly closing the door. His voice had been deep and gravelly, and sent little shivers running up and down her spine as she stared at his closed door.
Mr. Taylor didn’t come out for the rest of the afternoon, and just before home-time, he called her into his office. Jessa leapt to her feet and scurried in as fast as possible. He was sitting at his large mahogany desk, sharpening a pencil.
