by Mac Flynn
"I think you two have had a long enough chat," Chuck quipped. He held out his hand to Stephanie. "Come on, Boss, let's get out of here."
Stephanie never accepted an invitation so gladly as she did then. She slid around the table, giving Gregory a wide space, and hurried as fast as she could over to her partner. When her hand slid into his a shiver of relief went through her at her close call. His mouth was set in a firm line as he pulled her close to him. She almost cried from the relief and feeling of comfort she felt from his strong body. Her hands gripped his suit as she buried her face into the soft fabric. Chuck, meanwhile, darkly scowled at Gregory.
"I don't think we'll be doing business with you again, Mr. Gregory," he spat out. Gregory only smiled and shrugged as he folded his arms across his chest.
"Perhaps we'll see each other again on business, anyway," he challenged. Without another word Chuck led Stephanie away. The other party goers parted to make a path for them. They stepped through the crowd, paused only to get their bags from the conference staff, and outside into the cool night air. The almost full moon shone overhead and Stephanie basked with relief in the soft light. Chuck, however, didn't let her stare at it for long as he called a taxi. Once settled in the seat with the conference hall behind them, Chuck looked her over.
"He didn't touch you, did he?" he asked his partner.
"No, I didn't let him," she proudly boasted.
"Good," he complimented with a smile. He leaned back against the seat and rubbed his temple with one hand. He didn't look all too relieved.
"You think we'll see them again?" she wondered.
"I don't know, but I hope not," he informed her. Then she recalled the other fellow with Gregory.
"Did you know him down or something?" she asked. Whatever had happened, Ivanovich had gotten the worse end of the deal.
"I tried going to the door and he got in my way," Chuck explained with a shrug. "So I knocked him out of my way."
"I didn't know you could hit that hard," she teased. She was starting to feel better. Maybe it was the increasing distance between them and that party. Maybe it was the large moon overhead that was making her giddy. She couldn't help but giggle a little, and Chuck noticed.
"You sure you're okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, just feeling a little light-headed. Maybe I just need to lay down on a bed or something," she tried to comfort him. She pulled at her dress. The damn thing was getting unbearably tight. He noticed her action and grasped her hand. She was startled by his strong grip and looked up into his face. There was worry and concern in their toward her.
"What's wrong-" she began, but her cut her off.
"Not here." Chuck nodded at the cab driver. "We'll talk about this when we get to your room."
Stephanie frowned, but she agreed to his plea and showed it by nodding her head. Her curiosity was almost as unbearable as the strange, uncomfortable tightness she felt in her dress. The young woman made sure not to pull at it again, however, but her curiosity was aching for answers.
In a short while they were soon back at the hotel. Chuck escorted her to their room, and shut and locked the door behind them.
"Now what's wrong?" Stephanie asked him the minute she felt it was safe.
"You told me earlier you felt really great, right?" he asked her, and she nodded. "Maybe that's a sign of the beast. Maybe there isn't any pain to changing, but there's a lot of pleasure."
"But what about when my arm was changing? Or with all those attacks?" Stephanie countered, and he shrugged.
"I don't know too much about werewolf physiology, but perhaps those were just the initial changes taking place. Your body could have been adapting to your new species these last few weeks without you noticing and with the full moon almost out those adaptations are showing themselves in a heightened form of a feeling of ecstasy." During his exposition he'd started to pace the room. "You're a young werewolf, and that always leads to some interesting side effects. It may also explain why so many werewolves are attracted to you."
"You sure you don't know too much about werewolf bodies and urges?" Stephanie wondered. He certainly had some complicated enough theories to show he maybe new more than he was letting on.
"I've read enough books to know stuff can happen with all these changes, and people have written some thorough articles trying to explain these effects," he defended himself, but she felt his explanation was a little hollow. It was just too in-depth. Like he'd experienced some of this either first or second-hand.
Stephanie couldn't think any deeper than those suspicions, however, as she felt that wave of heat flow over her body. A faint blush rose to her cheeks and she placed a hand atop her breasts to settle her beating heart. Chuck came over and gently settled his hands atop her shoulders.
"You want me to get the car so we can get out of here, or do you want to stay?" her partner asked.
"I-I don't really know," Stephanie admitted. There was a fog over her mind which wasn't allowing her to concentrate very well on what had happened nor any of the questions he was asking of her. Maybe that was a blessing in disguise, though. She didn't really want to remember what had happened. The young woman moved over to the large windows at the far side of her room. "Maybe I just need some fresh air." She stopped beside the window and leaned to her side to catch a glimpse of the brilliant night sky above the tall buildings. She thought it would have been more beautiful if the bright street lights and noisy traffic hadn't been there. "It's a very beautiful night, isn't it?" she whispered. Against her will her eyes turned up to the big moon floating overhead. It was so wonderfully bright.
Stephanie didn't even notice when she'd moved to stand in front of the full-body windows. Her full breasts pressed against the cool glass and her hands were raised even with her head. Her palms lay flat along the window and she soaked in the moon's rays. In the back of her mind there was a nagging voice telling her this wasn't a good idea, but she was too far gone to care. No amount of jumping jacks or jogging in place was going to exorcise the cravings she felt right then.
All she felt, all she wanted to feel, was the luscious sensation of her body changing into something else. Her fingers and hands lengthened and stretched higher on the glass. Those tight shoes encasing her feet suddenly became all too tight, and she felt the binding on them snap off. Her dress, short to begin with, grew even shorter and her small stature lengthened in height.
Stephanie groaned as all these changes took place. Her body felt like it was on fire with need and when she glanced at her reflection she saw the hunger in her own eyes.
"Stephanie?"
The young woman slowly turned around and looked to her partner. He stood a few yards off and he noticeably stiffened when he saw the small changes which had taken place over her entire body. She liked the look of surprise on his face. It was so cute, so innocent. She wanted to take that innocence and press her body against it. To become one with him and be embraced by his powerful arms.
With that goal in mind Stephanie moved over to him with a grace she'd never felt before. Her breasts pushed out the front of the low-cut dress and she felt voluptuously tight. She wouldn't have cared if the whole thin piece of cloth had fallen apart then. It would have made the path to her pleasure all that more swift.
"You know, I think I need to thank you properly," she told him, and she saw him take a big gulp of air. She pressed her firm breasts against his chest and he grabbed on to her shoulders. She expected him to push her away, but he pulled her closer.
"T-there's no need," he stammered out, but she could see he was lying.
There was the need in his dark eyes, and she wanted to see more of that. She wanted to drive him crazy for her, so when he did take her there would be that passion she knew was locked inside of him. Stephanie traced one of her fingers down his cheeks and across the line of his strong jaw. Her tongue licked out to wetten her dry lips, and she felt his heart beat jump at her motions. She had his attention entirely, and she aimed to use it to her pleasure.<
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"Of course I should thank you, but how should I do it?" she cooed. She leaned in close and pressed her hands against his firm chest. Her fingers massages those strong muscles through the thick cloth of his suit, and she ached to tear the shirt off him. "Should I get down on my knees and bow to you? Would you like me to do that?"
"I-I don't know." He couldn't think straight, not with her so close and her sensuality so pervasive. Their faces were so close that their mouths were almost touching. Her voice was a breath of a whisper on his hot skin.
"Should I give you a kiss?"
Stephanie didn't wait for him to reply. She couldn't take the torture she had intended for Chuck, and she leaned in. Their lips locked in a tender, hesitant kiss. To her disappointment she didn't feel him respond, and she pulled back with worry on her face. This gave her a view of his eyes, and that's when she realized she needn't have been concerned.
Chuck's dark eyes were locked on her so firmly she wondered how she didn't melt from the intensity. The grip of his hands on her arms tightened and she couldn't have pulled away from him if she'd wanted to. She felt his hands tremble and his body was so tense she began to worry perhaps he was having some sort of an attack.
"Are you all right?" she asked. She hadn't meant for her words to come out so low and husky, but they had.
It was the straw that broke the camel's back.
Chuck darted forward and locked their lips in a passionate, frenzied kiss. His tongue pushed its way passed her closed mouth and snaked its way around her own. She groaned and pressed her body against the length of his own. When they finally parted they were both gasping for air. Stephanie's eyes were clouded over and half closed, but Chuck was the opposite. His own fine orbs were bright and alert, and his chest rose and fell with such rapidity she wondered if something still wasn't wrong.
Stephanie gasped when he dove down and nuzzled his face into her neck. His clingy, needy hands slipped down her arms and wrapped themselves around her wide, plush hips. He planted soft kisses along her heated skin, and she leaned her head back to allow him greater access to her warm flesh. Her breath came out in short, quick gasps of pleasure, especially when his hands moved around to grasp her firm butt cheeks. He pressed her against himself and she felt his great need between his legs. He was so big she wondered how he would fit inside her.
His sensual love bites along her neck were becoming more insistent and in their scuffling she felt the flimsy straps to her dress slip down her arms. Her breasts were all that kept up her single piece of clothing, and Chuck's affectionate kisses were heading down to her luscious mounds. Her hands twitched and grasped his sleeves when his tongue flicked out and lapped at the skin atop her breasts. Her body quivered with anticipation.
Stephanie nearly screamed out in frustration when he pulled away. They were both gasping for air now and their bodies were flush with the exquisite pain of their slow tortures. The young woman had no more patience for this, however, and she slipped out of her shoes. Then she reached up and grasped the edges of her dress top, and that fell to the floor. She stood naked before him, and all her curves and were there for his greedy eyes to soak up. He pulled her at arms length, but she was surprised and disappointed when he dared not look down at her voluptuous body.
"Y-you're sure about this?" he hoarsely asked. His voice was so ragged and growling she had trouble understanding it.
In response Stephanie reached up and pulled his arms away from her. She stepped up and gripped his head between her two hands. Then she dove in and locked their lips in another passionate, breathless kiss. They hadn't even separated when she felt him lift her into the air. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her over to the bed. He set her back down on the bed and broke their contact when he stepped back.
Stephanie lay atop the smooth covers, her cheeks flushed and her body aglow with sweat. Her breasts were swollen beyond a size he could grasp, but more than enough to devour with his intense eyes. He worked his way down her smooth, flat stomach and to her wide hips. Her legs wrapped around one another and she impatiently rubbed them against one another. Her center was hot and eager for his touch. She wanted them to become one, to make love all night.
A slow, evil smile crept across her face. She'd show him not to keep her waiting.
Stephanie slowly raised one arm and settled her hand on the valley between her breasts. Her lips parted in a soft gasp as her hand softly, hesitantly rubbed her wet, hot skin. Her fingers toyed with the mound until they reached over to lift the full weight of the aching flesh in her hand. The sensitive breasts sent a thrill through her body, and she groaned and arched her back with the pleasure. Her other hand reached down and toyed with the side of her hip before it dipped into the space between her legs. She was so hot and wet that her fingers easily slid between her soft folds. She couldn't help the deep groan that escaped her as her fingers brushed against the small nub of bliss.
Stephanie loved the intense expression on Chuck's face as he watched her pleasure herself. She was glad when he took hold of his shirt and tore the buttons off to reveal his firm, muscular chest. His pants bulged with his need for her, but he was too eager for the feel of her skin against his to throw them off just yet. Instead he quickly moved to cover her with his weight. She opened her arms and welcomed her lover as he swiftly lowered himself atop her. He buried his face into her neck and breathed deeply her delicious smell. Stephanie wrapped her naked legs around his waist and arched her back to rub herself against his bulging member.
Chuck responded with a grunt of surprise, and he jerked down against her. She growled in frustration at the feel of his clothes against her bare skin, and he felt the same. In an instant she could hardly follow he'd done away with the rest of his clothing. Then he sat atop her with his arms on either side of her head. He was leaning over with his teeth clenched and his member so stiff she wondered if it was painful. His breath came out in short, quick rasps and his eyes were locked on her flushed face.
"I can't...I can't control myself," he whispered to her. That was fine with her. She didn't want him to hold back. He felt this was some sort of a problem. "I won't be able to stop when we get started."
Stephanie frowned and raised herself up on her elbows. She lifted one of her arms and gently glided her hand down the side of his tense face. A smile brightened her own expression and she pushed up to lock their lips together. This was her way of showing him she didn't care. He took that as her ascent and pressed her back down against the bed.
Stephanie gasped when his mood suddenly changed. No longer was he the hesitant schoolboy trying to make himself behave. He'd become a wild animal. His hands grasped her breasts and plied and massaged them. She couldn't even gasp in surprise because he captured her in another long, passionate kiss. He slipped his lower body between her legs and forced her to push out her hips to make room for him. Then she felt his stiff member at her wet entrance, but she was to much lost in the thrall of his hands incessantly kneading her breasts to care.
Chuck broke their lips apart and moved to nibble on her ear. His breath was coming out in rasps and he slowly began to push his way into her. She flinched as he stretched her walls, but she was so wet he found nothing to stop him. He pushed himself in to his hilt and paused there, enjoying the heat of her core. Stephanie wrapped her arms around her back and dug her fingers into his tense skin. One twitch from her muscles was all he needed to start, and she wanted him to start so badly. She lifted her hips and the slight movement caused him to grunt and groan. Everything inside her felt so good and hot and wet. He never wanted to leave her again. He never wanted her to be with another man after him. His eyes glowed with a sense of possession and he pulled himself most of the way out.
Then he slowly slid in again, and every inch of his large member brushed against her small nub. She gasped in surprise at the feel of pleasure which ran through her entire body like small, electric currents. She wanted him to push into her again and again, so she wrapp
ed her legs around his waist so he would have nothing obstructing his pushes. They couldn't have pulled closer together and he grunted at the feel of her pert breasts brushing against his chest. The sound and feel of his breath against her neck caused shivers to run down her smile, and he felt them. He wrapped his arms around her tighter than before.
"Mine," he growled, and Stephanie shivered at the sheer amount of possession and dominance in his voice.
The young woman could only manage a mew of obedience before he slid out and back in, this time with a stroke much faster and harder than before. She groaned and leaned her head back to moan out her ecstasy at his deft skill. Chuck grinned. He wanted to hear more of that. He wanted her to scream his name again and again, all night long. He wouldn't let up until she gave into him completely.
He pulled in and pressed himself back in, and then he started the dance for real. His hips worked their magic against her own as he pumped himself into her. Slowly at first like at the first, but he couldn't stand the torture they both felt. There was a tightening of pleasure pulling at them and pressing them forward. It grew more and more insistent. He demanded, craved to reach the end. She needed, pleaded for him to force her over the edge and into bliss.
He could feel her coming. Her walls quivered and the grip on his back was deliciously painful now. He pulled himself up, never missing a beat on his grinding hips and looked her in the eyes.
"Say my name," he growled. Stephanie felt her heart rate jump at his demand. Through her hoarse, dry lips she whispered out his name, but that wasn't enough. Yell it out," he ordered. He pushed faster and harder. She could feel herself at the brink. The muscles in her stomach tightened. She arched her back and her eyes shot wide open.
"Oh Chuck," she chanted when the feeling began to wash over her. She felt like screaming their joined triumph to the world. "Chuck! Oh god yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!"
