Bewitched Werewolf

Episode Eight

The keys were in his hand and I saw him squeeze his fist tight. He didn’t start the car, just sat there looking out at the parking garage.

“Jesus,” he said quietly, still staring straight ahead.

I turned to see him, not having my seat belt on yet, and all I wanted to do was lunge across space and straddle him. Have s*x with him here and now. He was too close, like all our energies were getting pent-up in the little car, making me more and more desperate to have him inside me.

He took a breath before putting the keys in the ignition. Then he turned to me, the car still off. His voice was low, almost pulled from him like he didn’t really understand the question or the answer but was thinking about something distant and very far away.

What do you think? Your hotel is about twenty minutes away?

“Yup.” And I was thinking the exact same thing. I couldn’t stop looking at his lips. They flattened as he watched me.

“What time is it?” He looked at his watch and answered his own question. Ten. No one will be leaving for lunch for quite a while. I watched as he turned and faced forward, running one hand through his hair as he looked at our logistics. It was a large parking garage and where we were was secluded and dark. The odds of someone seeing us having s*x, if they even came out, were low. “Not much of a backseat,” I said, and yet I was already leaning forward, trying to get closer to him. Be on him. Take him.

“f**k. God, I can smell you. You’re everywhere,” he said, a voice like misery.

It was so hot, so primal, and then we were kissing, our mouths already having s*x while the rest of our bodies tried to catch up. His hand was behind my head, holding me where he wanted me.

His arms dragged at me and I climbed over the seat, both of us panting hard.

“Wait. One moment, he said.

Ivor reached down, and the seat gave a huge jerk as he pushed it back, reclining it, so I wouldn’t break my back on the steering wheel. I made a squeak at the sudden movement, and he looked at me with a slightly sheepish smile.

We both laughed a little, and then we were kissing again, kissing with a trace of a smile that I thought I could taste.

It was so right, so necessary. But all I could think was now, now, now.

His hands slid up my thighs, under my skirt and there was a sharp tug, my underwear ripped away from me. His mouth slanted beneath me, plunging deep, the taste of scotch on his tongue an aphrodisiac.

He moved his fingers against me, finding exactly where I needed to be touched, so that I cried out, moments from flying apart.

“Don’t stop!” I gasped into his mouth, writhing upon him.

“Never. You’re mine. Do you understand? His breathing was harsh next to my ear, each exhalation l*****g over my skin, and then I was suddenly coming, hard and fast. I heard the sound of his zipper, felt his knuckles graze me as he parted the fabric of his clothes.

I kissed him and reached down, grasping him in my hand.

His hands slapped the backs of my thighs, trembling, his breathing harsh. I leaned back, looking him in the eyes, the depth of emotion on his face shocking me. The passion was obvious, but he was also looking at me like I was a wonder, something perfect and fascinating.

I slid down, and his eyes closed, air whooshing out of him. His hands left my thighs, roaming upwards, over my stomach and to my breasts. He thrust upwards from below, deeper and faster, breath sawing out of him.

And then his hand was in my hair, a loose fist at the nape of my neck, urging me to look at him. “You’re so beautiful,” he said.

My heart melted a little bit and then his thrusts were faster, deeper until he held my hips hard, grinding me down onto him with a hoarse groan. I felt him come inside me, his head dropping forward to rest on my chest.

I ran my fingers through his hair, thinking about how thick and nice his hair was in a dazed sort of way.

Let’s go to your hotel and get your things. I’ve got a nice little doggy house built for two.

“No more dog jokes.”

He raised an eyebrow at me. “What the hell will we talk about?”

I laughed. “There are just too many punch lines about me being your—”

“Poodle?” he interrupted with a smile.

“Exactly.”

I slid back over to my seat, and he released me reluctantly, started the car and began to drive. Two minutes later, his phone rang. After saying hello, he was silent for a moment, and then he hung up the phone.

We parked the car and left it with the valet. Ivor wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me into him and leaving no space between us while glaring at every male that was nearby. The elevator doors closed, and he grabbed me, pushing me against the wall and kissing me fiercely.

The elevator opened, and we stood outside my hotel room for a moment while I looked for the key.

My office called.

I put the card into the lock, looking for the green light so we could go in.

“Half the staff walked out, said they were taking a sick day.”

“That’s weird,” I said, not really getting it.

No it’s not. I found you and the pack knows. It’s proof. Now you know you’ll always be mine—

I kissed him, and do you know, it’s still the best way to shut him up. I kissed him, and do you know, it’s still the best way to shut him up.