No. Bad wolf.
All too soon, raw sexual energy builds back up inside me as I know it does in Red. It doesn’t help that I’m hours from the full moon. I can control the moon craze, but it still drives me to a more wild, uninhibited state. The wolf in me wants to run, hunt, and fuck.
The need to fuck her right in front of Hunter was overwhelming. Let him see the pleasure on her face, hear her scream my name as I pound the letters into her sweet little pussy. Until it’s undeniably mine.
The urge came so hard and forceful, that it almost threw me off balance.
Almost.
My attempt to expedite things led to nothing. After satisfying Red in the library, I took off to pursue some other means of tracking Grandma. The contacts I have in computer hacking and surveillance confirm Red’s grandma hasn’t touched her credit cards or any electronic since Friday morning when she was traveling to New Hampshire from New Mage City. She simply blipped out of existence.
They did manage to discover her email had already been hacked. My contact shared what had been looked at by the remote party. A lot of it was correspondence over Grandma’s next big release. There were disagreements about the recipe being too much for humans. Some of her investors warned her of playing a dangerous game, while other employees in her organization were concerned about it getting passed by the FDA.
There was a message from the old lady to her assistant a week ago that grabbed my interest. It asked to send a package along to Red and to make sure to include the recipe with it. But Red hasn’t received any packages since I’ve been here. I’ve even taken time to search the apartment for anything resembling this mysterious recipe and found zilch.
I bet my fluffy ass the twins were the hackers, and this was why they were targeting Red.
My thoughts are yanked back to how sweet her kisses are. Dammit, my focus is ruined again.
Tucking my hands behind my head, I justify my attraction to Red in a purely logical manner.
Why shouldn’t I want her? She’s gorgeous. I can admit that now. I’m enthralled by her fiery hair, the way she sucks me off, the way her eyes tighten when she’s worried . . .
I drop my arms. Fuck. That isn’t just raw attraction. Affection and something far worse are nastily weaving their way into my depraved fantasies about Red again.
Back on my feet, I return to pacing.
My fantasies of her aren’t contained to me fucking her over a hard surface. Intermixed is Red in her soft university tee, biting her lip as she studies her laptop. The way her eyes light up when she talks about her plans of being a financial planner. Of her cooing to her rabbits as she picks one up and kisses their soft head, expressing an open moment of tenderness. Of her laughing at something Goldie says at the bar while she twirls a bottle of whiskey.
I catch myself giving head scratches to Bangs and Bombs in their pen, who curiously bop their nose at me.
A wolf petting rabbits.Ridiculous.
When I finally fall into a fitful sleep, I’m right where I want to be, pounding between Red’s legs. Biting her shoulder, marking her as mine. I dream of her face as she comes. So vulnerable, so completely open as she succumbs to her pleasure. I want to see it again and again. Like a science experiment, I want to make her orgasm repeatedly, so I can study all the tiny inflections of her face. The ways she fights to stay in control before she accepts everything I have to give her.
I pound into her with an audible thump.
Her eyes are the color of a misty morning, and the slight rasp in her voice drives me to distraction. I can taste the smokiness when I kiss her mouth and play with her tongue.
Another audible thump as I bury myself into her.
I wake up with my cock in my hand and realize the smokiness isn’t confined to my dreams.
Another thump.
The sound is from Red’s rabbits. I catch one thumping its back foot. His eyes are wild and ears are tilted forward while the other one scrambles about in a panic.
A curse slips from me as I zip myself back up and jump to my feet. Smoky fumes grow more powerful. Opening the front door, heat sandblasts me in the face. A blaze of fire rages on the stairs. It’s massive, but the paint is only just starting to melt off the walls and ceiling as if it was fine only mere seconds ago. I slam the door shut against the heat and smoke, my eyes blurry and burning from the conflagration. My throat is already raw, and panic flares in me. We’re trapped.
Only then does the fire alarm for the building go off. The blare is enough to make my eardrums bleed.
Running into Red’s room, I find her sitting up in bed, hands covering her ears. She’s only wearing a black sports bra and a pair of men’s black boxers dotted with little red hearts. She squints as if in pain against the audible onslaught.
“Let’s go, now,” I bellow. I reach for her arm, but she jerks away. Apparently, the no touching rule is back in force. But I know how to get her moving. I grab her empty backpack off the ground then run to the main room and sweep my arm across the rickety table. Pushing all the textbooks and her laptop into the bag, I then sling it over my shoulder. Red emerges from her bedroom, hopping on one foot as she attempts to pull her second combat boot on.
“Out the window,” I yell to her. “Fire escape.”
Not wasting time, I throw the living room window up and gesture for her to go through.
