Love and Wolf

Chapter 6

Jamis could see the dreamy look on her eyes and he

smirked. She was just as affected as he was and the moon was doing it's part on him. If he really wanted he could get her in an instant but instead he mouthed, "Open the door."

She watched him with wary eyes as if she was trying to snap out of it. She shook her head at him and he wanted to curse and break the glass. Jamis took a step further and said in a deep commanding tone, "Open the door."

She blinked her eyes at him and he could see the outline of her n*****s as they perked and hardened under his gaze. His d**k was at half mast and when her gaze went down his own body, it jumped at the idea of him being inside of her.

She smirked at him as if she knew he was having an

effect on him as well as one of her hands came up to brush the side of her tank top and over her breasts as she moved her hair behind her head. She then brought up the glass of water she held and took a drink of it, never leaving his eye contact as she sipped. He watched her when her lips moved away

From her glass cup but she didn't upturn the glass and water trickled down her neck wetting the cloth over her torso. The act caused her thin tank top to soak up the water and it matted itself to her body like a second skin.

He could see the shape and the circles of her dusky n*****s clearly as if she was shirtless and his mouth went dry and d**k stirred in his jeans painstakingly.

Jamis took another step forward, closer as he mouthed the words, "Open. This. f*****g. Door. Or. I'll break it."

She shook her head at him and he wondered for a Split second If she was a Succubus. s*x demons were known to tease their victims and she was most definitely torturing him. His pants felt tight, the fabric itching his skin and a heat rolled through his body and he needed to release it. "You don't know what you're playing with." He said, mere inches from the glass holding them apart.

She shook her head at him and he could have been angry if he wasn't so turned on. Her hand brushed up the sides of her torso once more to the underside of her breasts before coming back down to the hem of her tank top.

His mouth was literally watering when her fingers curled at the edge and she brought the hem up slowly giving him a peek of the tight, slick skin underneath. The fabric bunched up above her navel and he caught the gleam of jewelry right at her belly button and he could imagine playing with the jewel when he had her naked.

Still oh so slowly, she pulled until he could see the undersides of her breasts and she stopped as she glanced at him. Jamis wanted to bang his head against the glass as his fingers itches to rip the thin fabric off of her and take what he wanted. The moon that was once constructed for the clouds shifted and he felt energy in him and he knew his eyes had to be glowing when he brought his fist back and pummeled it forward into the glass. It cracked but didn't break as he did it again. And again until it shattered.

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Sirahi was in a stupor but she knew what she was doing. She may have pretended all that she could that she was normal but not so deep down, she was a Siren and they were made to tease their victims.

That was why she knew that the man that was standing on the other side of her glass was a threat and though she knew for a fact that he wasn't her stalker, she did what came as second nature to her and teased him. Yet, his voice and his being commanded her and she found herself pushed on the brink of lust that was all she could do to stop herself from reaching down to where she really wanted and bring herself the release she truly needed.

It may have explained why she would do what she did in front of a complete stranger but she knew he wasn't a stranger. She just knew he was more than that but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of jumping into his arms like he most likely expected her to.

That was why when the glass shattered between them, she didn't cower or run away but stood her ground when something between them shifted and the crunch of glass underneath his boots as he sauntered into her home could have made her flinch. Instead she stood there as he stalked towards her like his prey and yet, her insides turned to mush and she caught a hint of Wolf before he stopped before her. His breathing was heavy and so was hers as he bent to grab the backs of her thighs and lifted her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. The contrast of his belt, and fabric of his dark jeans were rough against her soft comfortable pajamas, her wet skin brushed against all his hardness.

His hand was on the back of her neck as he moved his head down to taste her lips and she didn't stop him. He smelled of spice and earth and it should have been an ambrosia to her senses that weakened her. The need to mate was so strong between them that they were both helpless to one another as their lips met. Every thing in the universe felt so right it clicked into place and Sirahi could have cried from the intensity but they were both too busy trying to tear clothing and fabric from one another.

Her bottom landed on something hard and she pulled her head away to see where they were and he had her placed on the edge of her dining table as she pulled at his belt as he tore her tank top to shreds. The cool air brushed her wet, bare torso and she hitched her breath as their mouths moved back to one another, their tongues moving as if in battle.

The sense of urgency between them added to her inner fire and she needed him as much as he needed her. His belt was undone as was the top button of his jeans and he pulled away to remove or rip one side of her shorts to have her bare to his gaze as they both breathed heavily. Their lips met again as his hand pawed at her n****e and she used her toes to push his pants down. The sound of his belt hitting the floor as it made a loud "thunk" had her reaching her hand down to find his hard length jutting from his boxer briefs. She tried getting a good grip but she couldn't find where he began before he reached inside and gripped himself.

They had made eye contact and she saw the clearest of blue eyes as they intently watched her. There was no foreplay, no warning before he entered her and her breath hitched from the friction. He slid out of her and then back in, going deeper and she almost cried out from the pain. Instead she closed her eye as she slid her head forward, clomping her teeth on his shoulder and he groaned. She most likely might have drawn blood but she felt him harden even more before he was sliding in and out of her effortlessly.

Sirahi was in no way a virgin but she almost felt like one with his size and though she may have been dripping wet from their tease and his kisses, it still had not prepared her for what was to come. When the sensation subsided came the pleasure and her head fell back against the table as he plunged into her.

It felt so right as he glanced at her nakedness to his clothed body and though the sight should have been straight out of a porno, she was hot and knew only he could put out her fire.

They didn't know each other, hell she didn't even know his name but he was riding her as if he was doing it for years. Her toes curled as her moans echoed in the dark room and he moved faster within her. He plunged himself deep inside her as he growled and something inside Sirahi's inner being shattered. It was like a dam had opened up and she felt immense power entering her body that she should have blacked out from it.

She accepted it and felt strangely different. She could hear her breathing and the stranger's heavy breathing as their gazes locked. His eyes that were blue like the sea were glowing as they stared back at her and she felt unease. Gasping she pushed the man away from her but he didn't budge. "I'm your mate." Was all he said as he bent low for a kiss.

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