Run! The Black Wolf's prey.

Chapter 20 - Piping hot

When Isabel woke up, the bed was empty. It was such a strange feeling, waking up in the bed of a stranger... Even if John didn't feel like a stranger to her anymore, it felt like she had known him much longer than a few weeks. She blushed at the thought of their late-night activities - she could barely remember the last time she had been so eager to go to bed with someone.

She sat up, eyeing the room. He hadn’t been joking - this really was a bachelor’s pad! There was nothing in the room except for a queen-sized bed, a dresser and a chair, and a mirror on the wall. Her dress was lying on top of the dresser, neatly folded, and his light blue shirt from the night before was hanging on the chair. She heard some rattling sounds from the kitchen, and then the exquisite sizzling and crackling sound of a coffee maker.

She stood up and tentatively held up the dress in front of her, looking in the mirror. Could she wear it now? No, not a chance! She couldn't help to smile at the thought of how it had been taken off her last night. This dress belonged to Isabel, the party girl, not to a sleepy Isabel-in-the-morning, she stated.

She tiptoed over to the chair and held up his light blue shirt, and for some reason she dipped her nose into it - she closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. It smelled like him, a pleasant masculine scent with a hint of sandalwood and pine.

She put on his shirt, buttoning a few of the buttons and looked at herself in the mirror. Oh Lord, she thought, her hair was really messy... And there was, of course, no hairbrush in sight. She turned her head upside down, running her fingers through it. Looking at herself in the mirror again, she thought it had to be due. Good enough...

She began walking, hesitantly, out of the room. Suddenly, she was feeling nervous. What if he thought she was stepping over a line, with her presuming she could wear his shirt? What if he was cool and distant, no longer as chivalrous? What if he simply wasn't that into her anymore, now that he had already gotten her into bed?

She was just about to enter the kitchen as John showed up in the doorway, holding two steaming mugs of hot coffee in his hands, and they almost crashed into each other! He managed to keep the mugs away from her, but some of the coffee was spilled upon his bare chest.

“Oh my God, sorry!” she yelped, eyes wide with terror.

“Don’t worry,” he laughed and stepped back into the kitchen, putting the coffee mugs on the sink and grabbing a towel to wipe off his chest. “I don’t get burned that easily.”

“But it’s piping hot,” Isabel objected, her face in obvious distress. She was so clumsy! She couldn't think of a worse way to start off the morning.

John walked over to her and grabbed her, his golden-brown eyes gleaming, one hand holding her chin.

“So are you,” he chuckled and gave her a brief kiss. “Piping hot.... And that shirt looks a lot better on you than on me,” he continued. “The only problem is that it makes me want to rip it off.”

Isabel gasped, and then started laughing.

“Well, why don’t you?” she grinned, her eyes glittering.

“Mmmm, I will…” he trailed her neck with his nose. “But first…”

He abruptly turned around and grabbed the coffee mugs.

“First of all, I’m making you some breakfast.” He turned back to face her, offering her one of them.

“Oh, no you’re not,” Isabel took a step forward and resolutely grabbed both mugs from his hands and placed them back on the sink, making John’s eyes widen in surprise. Tilting her head, she smiled at him cunningly, and then she grabbed his hands and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“I want you… now,” she leaned in and kissed his jaw, as her fingers started unzipping his pants.

John couldn’t help himself, his wolf going crazily howling inside at this unexpected statement and chain of events. He was supposed to exert self-control, but he lost it completely!

With a soft growl, he threw her up on the sink, the coffee mugs crashing to the floor. He didn’t care. All he wanted now was this woman to be his. Entirely his, her body and her soul. He craved every little inch of her! Tearing off the shirt from her slender shoulders, he feverishly inhaled her scent as he kissed her neck.

He felt his eyes were starting to glow, as they always did when he was very upset or excited. How could he make sure she wouldn't see their glow?

Realizing the perfect way, he went down on his kneews and plunged in between her thighs. With one hand, he started massaging her breast and her ni.pple, the other one holding her thigh in a steady grip as he let his tongue find its way in between her legs.

Isabel felt like she was going to explode! She didn’t really know what had come over her, but it was like a fire inside that wanted to break free, a desire so strong she was starting to think she was losing her mind. Running her fingers through his hair, she moaned and arched her back as his tongue was conquering her. She pulled him up, embracing him as she let her foot slide inside his underwear and kicked them down to the floor.

Stepping out of his pants and underwear, John kissed her neck, trying hard to stay in control. His wolf was near the surface now, his canines itching to protrude.

Claim her! it urged him. She should be ours!

Nuzzling her neck, he carefully grazed her delicate skin with his teeth.

Mark her, now!

However, no matter how much he craved to do it, John knew there was no point. He couldn't mark a human! It would truly be a painful and frightening experience for her, having a man biting deep into her neck... So he neglected his instincts.

Instead, abruptly, he swooped her up in his arms, once again carrying her to the bedroom, this time laying her down gently on the bed. The beauty of her nudity, lying there before him, was almost too much to handle and he had to bury his head on her chest, desperately trying to regain his control.

“Take me...” Her voice was coarse and she pulled him up to kiss her. She was longing for his lips, his hands.. his everything. She felt his hardness pressing at her thigh, and she let her hand slide down to embrace it, gently rubbing the tip with her thumb. Now, it was his turn to moan! She could swear she could hear him growling like a beast as he climbed in between her legs while kissing her neck.

He stopped right there, squeezing his eyes to force back their golden glow, and then looked her straight in the eye. She smiled at him, approvingly, then kissed him affectionately as she pressed herself against him. He started pushing himself inside of her, carefully at first, but as she moaned into his mouth, he thrusted into her with increasing intensity.

Her body responding to his, they were both soaking wet as they rolled over the bed, her being on top. She grabbed his hand and put his thumb in her mouth, sucking it as she rode him, his other hand kneading her breast. Once again on the verge of losing control, John had to muster every inch of willpower to take it slow, his whole being eager with desire.

Isabel was panting heavily, her breathing revealing she was close to culminating, and as he feared he was approaching climax himself, he had to make sure she didn’t see his glowing eyes. He turned her around, this time on all fours, and he reached with his hand in between her legs to touch her, encircling her bud with his fingers, as he thrusted into her from behind.

Within seconds, she cried out of pleasure as she climaxed under his hands, and right after, he pulled out as he let himself release. He leaned forward to embrace her, but due to their sweaty and dreamy languor, they lost their balance! They fell down on their sides laughing, still panting.

"Now, I'm ready for breakfast," Isabel chuckled.

"Soon...." John pulled her closer, her body fitting perfectly in his frame, not ready to let go... Not just yet.