A Wolf in the City

16. Shoes made for s*x.

Dante.

Adalee moves slides up next to me, one hand coming to rest on my upper arm. She gazes up at me, brown eyes glinting with intent, mouth set in a full pout. Up close, I can smell her perfume, she lets out a sultry smile. “I know a place we can have some drinks.” She says loudly and then brings her voice lower to my ear to whisper the rest due to the third company we have, “We need to spy on Micheal Lodion too and I just found out that it’s in this same place that he is having that meeting." She says.

I turn from the black haired she-werewolf and look at the human who seem to think of me as his friend. Sam grins and shrugs, "yeah Dante, why not have a drink with the beauty?" He says as his eyes glints with mischief. "I'm sure this place Adalee has in mind would be good."

My glare at him silently promises retribution and I return my attention to Adalee. "Sure, we need to do that. But it’s not immediately, right? I have to speak to father in an hour so is it evening?"

Adalee's fingers strokes my arm, an effect that is lost on me. "Yes, this evening of course, it’s at Klutchings." She says and I nod then excused myself, picking up my car keys and phone and head out the door. I curse silently as I walk down the corridor, paying no attention to the tasteful artwork that hang’s from the cream colored wall, or the plush carpet my soles tread on.

The last thing I want is an evening spent whining and dining while spying on a meeting that might have no positive outcome, when I'd rather be at my home, working on how to snap off the necks of the remaining four men and make sure that father does not get to carry out his own plans before I do. I will also prefer to spend it punching some bean bags too, I need an outlet for the frustration coiled tight inside me as a result of the nightmares and trauma that has been caused to me.

"Hey Dante, wait up." Sam calls out just as I reach the elevator. I turn to see the human jog towards him, he looks like he would be more comfortable in in a football pitch running after a ball with twenty other men.

"I should wring your neck." I say when he catches up to me. "You're supposed to help me, not encourage Adalee like that, you know how she keeps trying to initiate these things despite knowing that I do not feel so deep for her."

He grins, not in the least bit fazed at my gruff tone. He pants slightly from the recent exertion. "What? I figured you need to just unwind, man. Tell me, when was the last time you got laid? Has it even happened this month?"

I growl low in my throat. Humans and their busybodies. Ugh! This particular one thinks s*x is something that should be done daily and one that if not done would lead to some chronic disease or even death.

"My s*x life is none of your business, Sam. And for your information, I get laid. Regularly."

"Really? And by regularly, are we talking a daily and weekly basis or once a month, on a full moon?" He asks as we both step into the lift and the doors swish closed.

Sam turns to me, as he notices the tense jaw and the anger smoldering in my eyes. I hate that the human is so observant and that I have told him about the one human I am unable to get off my mind, "Wait. Lemme guess. You had another run in with the delightful Raven Martinez?"

I shrug, unwilling to admit to anything. I hate the fact that the human is so on point, I am starting to realize that this one might be knowing too much about me than I want, and that is not anything that is needed for me.

"Look, if she gets under your skin so much, why don't you just do her and get it over with? Like I said before Dante, the best way outta this is a good long night of nothing but dirty s*x with the woman. Then get her out of your mind.” He advises while I shake my head and refuse to prolong the conversation.

Hours later, I am at the Klutchings, and after surveying the restaurant for traces of the man we are here to stylishly spy on, Adalee saunters towards me, stunning in a short, red dress that hugs her body and draws the eye of every red blooded male - and even female in the restaurant to an impressive cleavage and shapely ass. Fully aware of the effect she has on men, she gives me a smile that brims with confidence in her body and s*x appeal. Under the combined force of that body and smile, I mentally revise my earlier plans for the evening.

I let my gaze sweep boldly over Adalee, frank male appreciation glittering in my eyes, lips curved in a devilish smile. "Wow!" I drawl out the word, rising from my spot by the bar, where I have spent a half hour waiting and approach her, not missing the way her body instinctively arch towards me, as if offering me a taste of heaven right there and then. It is obvious that the dinner is more for her this and actually not for the spying as she had presented.

"Hey handsome," She greets, her voice is soft, filled with sultry promise. Her gaze rakes over me, lips curving in approval at the pale blue dress shirt tucked in to black chinos, a tailored, black blazer completing the outfit. Her eyes lingers on the open neck of my shirt, the top two buttons undone, giving a glimpse of my neck.

Her shiny, red lips parts in appreciation, a wild hunger in her eyes. I have no doubt that if I choose to forget dinner, and take her back to her pretend place for a night of hot, wild, s*x, she will not throw any objections.

Sam’s words comes back to me. It has been over three weeks since I last had s*x, too busy with the plans on my plate and the struggling to blend into the human world especially the palace to give much thought to taking a woman to my bed. Perhaps it is time to remedy that situation. Adalee is a beautiful, ever willing woman, and she is the adventurous type in bed. The type of woman I like in my bed.

I smile, taking one of her hands and lift it, placing a kiss on the back, while my other hand circle her tiny waist and draw her against my body. "You look amazing tonight, Adalee," I murmur, holding her gaze with mine, letting her see the lust burning in their depths. "But then, you always look stunning after all."

I am gratified to catch the slight hitch of her breath, and the way her eyes darkens with arousal. I feel a stirring response in my groin "Thank you, Dante," she replies a trifle breathless, her face heated from the sudden flush of desire that suffuses her entire body. "I wasn't sure you would come, but I'm glad you did." She ads confirming the obvious that this isn’t just for any spying.

"Me too," I say as I kiss her knuckles, never breaking eye contact. "Very glad I'm here.”

I release her and signal to the waiting waiter to lead the way to our table. I didn't miss the flash of disappointment in Adalee's eyes as I place a hand at the small of her back to steer her and smile to myself.

I act as the perfect gentleman, holding her chair out and waiting until she is settled before taking my own seat. The waiter already hovers nearby, waiting with a bottle of chilled wine on a tray. "I took the liberty of ordering a bottle of wine," I say to Adalee, gesturing for the waiter to pour. "I hope you like white wine? Chateau d'Yquem 'Y' Ygrec goes wonderfully with any number of fish dishes."

"Sounds great." Adalee says and beams at me, as the waiter pours some into a glass and then holds it out to me. I accept the sample, taking a moment to savor it, rolling the liquid around my tongue. Then I nod for the man to pour into Adalee's glass.

She takes a sip and sighs in pleasure. "Mmm, nice and dry," she says as he gives me a coy look, and the tip of her tongue peaks out to lick a stray droplet of wine off my lips. "You have an excellent taste in wine, Dante."

"Sam, the human who calls himself my friend is into it and he likes to bore me with talk about wine making and quality."

"Well, you must have picked up a thing or two of course and it’s funny how the human loves to hang around you, well, he is a good alibi for us though." She says and then holds up her glass in a toast. "That aside, here’s to the actualization of our dreams."

I hold up my own glass, clinking it with hers. "And to killing off every single one of these men in my own way so I can finally get it all over with and start a normal werewolf life."

Her eyes lights up, obviously reading an extra meaning to my words as usual. "I'll definitely drink to that."She says with excitement.

The waiter then hand us gold embossed menus, and Adalee launches into a discussion of choices with me. I listen with one ear while I allow my gaze to run the length of the exclusive restaurant.

Their table is at an intimate corner of the room, close to huge bay windows that overlook the ocean, glittering a golden hue from the city lights reflecting off its surface. I gaze outside for a moment, my mind inadvertently drumming up memories of a certain blue eyed witch that plagues my every waking thought, but I rule against it. Tonight, is all about the spying and maybe a little pleasure, and I will not let anything ruin my mood.

"What do you think, Dante, the bluefin tuna or Lobster Frittata?" Adalee asks and I turn from the view to answer, but I am instantly distracted by a couple entering the room.

They stop to speak to the head waiter for a minute, back turned towards us and in the dim light of the room, I can barely make out their identity, but there is something familiar about the woman and my need to satisfy my curiosity keeps my gaze fixed on them, until they turn around and begin to follow the head waitress. I still, eyes narrowing to slits as I watch them approach. The restaurant seem to dissolve into nothingness as I recognize the woman in the black dress.

Raven Martinez is stunning in a short dress that shows her curves in a way that makes me hard just by looking, those endless legs of hers encase in what could only be described as 'shoes made for sex.' She is laughing at something her companion said, her arm entwined with his and even from the distance, I can see the besotted look in the eyes of the tall, dark haired guy she is with. my gaze lingers at the point where their hands joined, my fingers unconsciously tightening around the stem of the delicate wine glass as a flare of possessiveness flares in me.

My jaw works as I fight the urge not to rip the guy's arm from her, which is an absolutely ridiculous feeling to have for a woman I hate, for f**k's sake.

The couple draws near, almost to our table and Raven tears her gaze from her date long enough to glance around. I get an utmost satisfaction of seeing her freeze in shock when she spots me, color draining from her face. Stunned, she grounds to a halt, hazel eyes growing wide, mouth falling open in dismay.