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Jaycee wondered if that’s what he told them all. Did he make them think they had some chance of being the one, when really, he was just a hump and dumper? She didn’t mind that, if it were the case, but he should at least be honest about it. She took a bite of her salad, stalling for a moment rather than responding to his comment. That’s when everything went balls up.
That feeling she had experienced earlier returned with a vengeance. A flush spread up her body and surged outward to pulse squarely between her legs, but this time, it wasn’t just a momentary thing. She was overwhelmed by it, by a desire so intense that she was having trouble even speaking. She looked up from her salad, trying desperately to maintain a sense of calm, but she could tell he saw, or maybe sensed, it too.
“I-I don’t feel so well,” she stammered.
She was aware that her body was on a mission of its own. Every fiber of her being was screaming for her to strip down and climb across this table, offer herself to him. It was as if, somehow, without warning, he suddenly had complete command of her desires. Looking up at him, she could see his eyes darken in her direction. Was he doing this to her on purpose? But how? What sort of powers did he possess? What kind of werewolf was he?
“We better get you home,” he said, pulling out his wallet and dropping cash on the table as he stood and approached her.
“No. Don’t touch me!” she shrieked, realizing it sounded much louder than she had intended.
“You’re not in control of yourself. I’m taking you home.”
It wasn’t an offer or a request. It was a command, and she didn’t have any will to say no. In fact, she hadn’t even meant it when she told him not to touch her. She wanted him to touch her, in ways she could only dream about, but she knew there would be no return. She wasn’t sure she could bear even the slightest friction of his skin against hers. She followed him out to the car, her legs like Jell-O and her pussy slicking over with longing. He put his hand on her lower back as he opened the car door, and it felt like a hot poker searing her skin. She froze.
“Get in the car,” he told her.
His voice was low, an underlying growl beneath his words. Whatever this was, he was feeling it too. She was bewildered and yet unable to think of anything but getting him alone and letting him do whatever he wanted to her. She settled into the car and closed her eyes, waiting.CHAPTER SIXThad
They rode in silence toward her apartment, pulling into a parking space. He wanted to say the words, to tell her he knew what she was, that she had lied. Surely, she must know he knew, considering she was in full heat and his body was reacting. By the time they arrived at her place, he knew he would be in full rut and there would be no turning back for either of them. Should he walk her up and let things take their course, or should he leave her on the doorstep like a rejected dog in heat?
“Come up,” she said, as if reading his mind.
‘Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
She didn’t wait. She opened her own door and made a beeline for the front of her building, only hesitating when she reached the door. She looked back to see if he was following. He was. They hurried to the elevator and pushed the button, thankful that the doors opened right away. Tumbling inside, Thad hammered at the button for her floor, his body crushing hers against the side wall as they ascended to her floor and fell back out, entangled in one another, tripping down the hallway to her apartment.
It was impossible to think clearly with the rut growing stronger inside him. Nothing existed but her and his need to be buried deep in her pussy, already dripping, ready for him to enter her. They were barely in the door and he was tearing at her clothes, her skin heated against his touch. He could hear her heartbeat as it thudded heavily in anticipation.
She pulled at his pants, stripping away his belt and slipping down his zipper. Her hands wasted no time in wrapping around his raging hard-on, stroking him as she moaned heavily against his ear. She whispered, a single word - “Please.” It was intoxicating, a heady mixture of lust and lack of control.
Cupping her ass, he pulled her upward, his cock slipping into the soft, wet crevice between her legs as he carried her toward her bed and pushed her down on it. There was no foreplay, no need for it. Instead, they got right down to what they both needed.
