Brielle's Beginning

The Night Before The Shift

Kristian's POV

The days following our first time together flew by. We found a balance between school and werewolf studies. Her first shift will be tomorrow, and we've done all the studying we can. I recall the energy the night before my first shift. Nerves were rampant but Loki was so eager in my head it kept a level air of excitement. I wanted to make tonight special for her. Reservations at 1889 Steakhouse, which I hear is amazing. I've got a variety of cheesy movies I thought she'd like as well as some fun 'dessert' activities planned. I stared at the clock on the wall, ten more minutes, then we were out of here for the weekend. Brielle is practically buzzing next to me. She has been all day. I place my hand on her bouncing leg and it halts. She smiles sheepishly at me.

I jumped up and pulled her out of the room as the professor closed up his 'have a safe weekend' spiel. We hit the truck, and she looked at me, "So what's on the agenda for today?"

"Well, Little Wolf, since the full moon is tomorrow, I think tonight we should just have some fun. Let's go to your place, you can freshen up and get ready. Our night starts at 8:15 sharp." She drives us to her house and excitedly obeys my directions.

"Do we have time for you to shower with me Daddy?" I turned around to her already in a towel. The innocent smile didn't match the fiery look in her eyes, and it was a breathtaking sight.

"Little Wolf, I don't care if the entire werewolf council was in the sitting room, there will always be time to shower with you." I said, leaving a trail of my clothes as I closed the distance between us. When I reach her, I'm naked.

"I was hoping you'd say that." She bites her lip as she slowly drinks in my body with her eyes. Ever since I popped her cherry, she's been insatiable. If I don't keep control of myself, our reservation might as well be canceled.

" Now, Little Wolf, Daddy has gone through quite the trouble to make tonight special. If you can keep yourself under control until its time, I'll give you an extra special treat." I smiled mischievously.

She wraps her hands around my neck and groans," That's like asking a carnivore not to eat steak at a vegan convention. But I am excited to see what you've got up your sleeve. So for now I will do my very best to keep my hands to myself." She raises two fingers to the sky, "Scouts honor."

I laughed at her comparison, "I don't know who this scout is, but his honor means nothing to me." I scooped her up and headed towards the bathroom, while she audibly rolled her eyes at my dad joke.

She maintained her composure as we washed up. We found this dual shower head curtain rod that attaches to the water hookup. It's made showering together exponentially easier. We managed to be out of the shower in 20 minutes. Leaving her 40 for the rest of her ensemble. I redress, brush my hair and sit on the couch while I wait.

Thirty-five minutes later, she appeared from the bedroom. My breath hitches and my heart skips a beat. She chose this skin tight knee-length black dress that accentuates her breasts, bottom and legs. Her makeup is dark and bold in a way that makes her eyes

the highlight of her whole appearance. I'll never tire of getting lost in that intoxicating storm.

"You are exquisite, Little Wolf." I said breathlessly as I held my arm out to guide her to the truck.

We arrived at the restaurant. It was a cute, quaint place. We both order 14 oz. medium rare steaks, loaded bakers and asparagus. Everything is cooked to perfection. Brielle has a steady pace she's eating at, so she isn't talking much, "you're either starving, lost in thought or just trying to get us back home as soon as possible." I smiled impishly.

A fervid look flashed in her eyes, "A bit of all three, if I'm being honest, but mostly the latter." She shrugs as she puts another bite in her mouth.

"That is an acceptable answer." I nodded and went back to eating, as eager as her to return home. I relinquished the house that Logan found for me two days ago. After Brielle made it known that I was no longer allowed to leave her side. I relished how quickly our bond had grown. She made the decision not to mark each other until after tomorrow night, so her wolf could truly be apart of the experience. Which I adored.

We get about halfway through our food before we call for boxes and the check. Once back into the driveway at home, "So Little Wolf, movies or... dessert?" I gave her a playful look.

"Honestly, what kind of question is that?"

"Point. I forgot what a c**k-thirsty little w***e you are." I grabbed her by the throat and pulled her into a kiss. I deepen it until I'm sure her head is spinning, then I pull back, "Alright, inside so I can pry you out of that dress." In an instant she's out of the truck and headed to the door. I chortled and followed her. She's already in the bedroom by the time I even reach the door, bouncing on the bed.

"Did I tell you to get into bed yet?" I queried through a raised eyebrow.

This horribly bratty grin stretches across her face," Did I ask?"

It seems, along with the Daddy kink, she also exhibits all the traits of a masochistic brat. Loki and I both love the raw, rough and tumble passionate ways of a session with our mate. I grabbed her throat once again and pulled her slowly off the bed and to me, "Arms up if you care about this dress at all." My alpha voice rumbles from my throat whenever I fall into the roll of Dominant with her. It seems to make her wetter, so I don't hold back on it. Her arms shoot straight up, and I pull the dress over her head, in seconds it hits the floor. She was completely bare underneath. I ogled the sight before me. I grab her hips and gently toss her back onto the bed. She lands, tittering, her body clearly being overrun with desire. She squirms impatiently as I undress on my way into bed. I kissed my way up her legs until I got to her dripping box. I devoured my treat vigorously. My goal tonight was to see how wet we can get this waterproof lovers blanket. Thirty minutes went by, I'd counted 15 minis and been nearly drowned 6 times. She'd been trying to run away from me for the last ten minutes due to pure overstimulation of her c**t. However, I eat for pleasure, and I can feel lucky number seven building. I hook repeatedly against her g-spot and suck her love button into my mouth. She entwines her fingers through my hair as she moans and screams. Here it comes. Seconds later, my face is once again enveloped in her succulent sap. I pop up, and she closes her legs, her whole body twitching with bliss.

"Oh I'm not done with you yet Little Wolf." I threw her legs up over her head and buried my member inside of her in one fluid motion. She gasped, and I started pounding deep and hard with every thrust. The way she feels wrapped around me is as close to addiction I've ever been. If there was a way, I'd never pull out of her. I pound away for another forty-five minutes, until she is thoroughly a pile of incoherent words and twitching limbs. She flooded the bed 8 more times before I finally buried my seed deep inside of her. I remove the waterproof blanket, we collapse in exhaustion and cuddle up. In minutes, we're fast asleep.