Blood moon

Chapter 7. Favorite Taste

Hunter felt his sanity had gone out the door. After his father's question about whether he would turn the woman into his moon, he did not wait for the answer when he pushed him to the floor. He put his foot on his son's chest, giving him a murderous look. The youngest of his sons could not avoid showing his fangs as a sign of defense against his challenge, but that primitive response had sent him to the dungeons.

—If only he had shown her his neck— he commented aloud, letting his voice bounce off the walls of the cell.

Everything in his body told him he had to fight, his wolf wouldn't take s**t from anyone, especially the old man. The mistreatment has increased over the years. He wanted him to maintain a beta attitude that Hunter couldn't stand. Who did he think he was? He banged his head backwards on the wall a couple of times, feeling really worried.

He thought about whether the woman from the other night had been looking for him.

He could still feel the touch of her skin on his, the way she moved over him, the desire to turn the air into a slightly heavier mix, he really wanted to be with Andrea. Where would she be now?

Andrea was frightened by the way things were turning these days. After the conversation with her boss the other night about her mother, a sick woman showed up at her mother's house to help her with all the activities of her daily life, even cooking for her, and she had no additional value to her health insurance.

Harley had been very attentive since then. Every chance he got he would brush against her body, a hand on her shoulder or hip, as if he wanted her to get used to his touch. Now he had a habit of whispering things in her ear, all in the stealth of the office, in those empty corridors and never in front of any employee. The excitement of it thrilled her.

Harley Hallan is a particular man, the kind you fantasize about in a tabloid magazine and she had him.

The man was hunting her, she was a finicky prey and he wanted to discover all the secrets of her skin, he wanted to know her limits, push against them and make her be able to be...flexible, so much so that he could lay her on his desk, take her without further ado. Then the opportunity he was waiting for happened. They had the door to the main office closed, they were on a video call with two shareholders talking about management strategies, she was leaning on the desk, her torso half turned towards the screen, that's when Harley put a hand on her knee.

At the lack of protest for the contact, he made small circles on her skin, while she lowered her defenses the man began to move his hand up the soft skin of her thigh, until he got to where he wanted, Andrea turned to look at him opening her eyes wide, but she could see the desire in the woman's eyes, it was obvious that she was more than ready for him, she even opened her legs a little more giving him better access.

—Mr. Mathews, perhaps you should explain to us the minor reasons for the application in your subsidiary— commented Harley with a voice a little deeper than usual.

The man proceeded to deploy a lot of words that Andrea was not listening to. She was very focused on the fingers that were rubbing her underwear. At first the touch was gentle, just two fingers, but as he progressed, he used more fingers, paying special attention to her c******s. He took it with his thumb and index finger, making it very simple to contact.

This was all simply too erotic, the woman didn't dare look back at the screen with the other two men. She couldn't believe her boss was a total pervert and found it was kind of silly to think so because she was letting him do it. The liquid between her legs started to come out with more flow, she pretended to take note of what they were saying, but only had a head for what was going on in her lower half.

—If what you say is true, we should make the approach at the next shareholder meeting— Harley said.

—Of course, man. ....

—We should take into account that the market is....

The words were escaping Andrea's mind because of the excitement, she needed more of him, not just a touch. She closed her legs a little, trapping his hand to intensify the sensation, and for a second she thought she heard a low growl of appreciation, although she couldn't be sure of that.

Harley was hard as a rock, his bulge kept growing in his pants and he felt the blood was rushing down from his head, the smell of Andrea's arousal was driving him crazy. He wanted to taste her taste with his mouth to know if she knew how she was tempting him too.

He removed the fabric of the underwear and his finger almost slipped inside her most intimate part of how wet she was for him, it took all his mastery not to show his emotions. He realized he was lost to the woman. He could not continue the conversation with the men for long, then one finger became two, three and four, feeling the softness of her skin was an overload on his system.

Andrea, feeling brave, held the man's hand, guiding it towards the opening that begged to be filled, and urged one of his fingers to enter. Harley clenched his jaw tightly until he felt his teeth were going to explode. He couldn't play with her anymore, he needed to be inside her and make her his until she gasped his name.

—Gentle people, I must leave you for now- she pretended to look at her watch— an unforeseen event came up and I must head over there- the man's words made her insides throb, closing a little over her fingers. As soon as the man hung his gaze he gave her a hungry look.

He pulled her up on the desk, while at the same time pulling her skirt up until it swirled around her waist, revealing her black satin underwear. Andrea helped him remove her underwear. If Harley hadn't been sitting there, the smell would have made him fall to his knees. She was beautiful, he then took the opportunity to stick his index finger all the way in, eliciting a moan from the woman.

He pulled his finger out and put it in his mouth, tasting her flavor.

—You have my favorite taste.