7

Molly

I knew that I would meet Kane again. I didn't hate the thought. Something in me even leaped in anticipation. I can't really describe my thoughts about the whole situation.

Why is my heart beating like a drum when I just met him? And he wasn't even all that nice. Then again...he wasn't cruel. That familiar voice, small and meek, comes forward again, stronger this time. She urges me to get closer to him, like a running train of thought overwriting my own.

See him. Get close to him. Touch him. Go to him. Go to him now. Go—!

The door opens with a creak. A young woman peaks in the room and smiles. "Alpha Kane sent you something to wear for today. It's in the closet hanging up. Do you need help dressing?"

I shake my head. "No, thank you. I've got it."

The dress is blue and scarce. My fingers brush the fabric as I pinch it between my fingers and pull the dress slightly out of the closet, leaving it on the hanger.

It's soft, and luxurious. Probably cost a fortune.

My breasts would be half exposed, and in it, her big curly hair was tousled behind me.

It's my size. I shower and put it on. It fits like a glove, hugging the outline of my form, accentuating every curve and every dip.

I wonder if I've ever worn something like this before. I like it.

I zip it up and walk toward the room. I can already chart its path. I guess I’m a quick learner. He’s at his desk again, but this time there’s lights on. Book titles suddenly become readable.

“Come sit,” he instructs me, just like last time. I do so, clumsily. I wonder what he can see. I think from his eye-line he can see my breasts in this dress. My skin flushes.

The heat increases, until I have to shift in my place, my back arching a bit, legs number.

Kane inhales deeply and clears his throat, the hand on my thigh squeezing roughly.

I lick my lips. I want more. The man's fingertips brushed my lips, and, as if of its own volition my tongue lulls out of my mouth, offering itself to him.

He welcomes the offering, intertwining my tongue with his, hot and desperate. He pulls away from the searing kiss, my lips hot and numb, my breathing rough.

“Do you know where your mark is?” He rasps. He puts his index and middle fingers together and slips them past my lips, pressing down my tongue.

He seems upset at me, but I don’t know. He seems even more upset at me now then yesterday, as if seeing me in the light infuriated him. I don’t know what else could cause the attitude, I haven’t done anything to him.

I ease the discomfort in her throat, but the soft flesh of my breasts is suddenly in his palms, his large hand on holding them with no effort.

“As long as it is not a permanent mark,” he breaths in my ear, kissing my neck, “Anything else is fine, right?"

I nod, feeling ensnared in his dominant aura. He pulls my dress down, revealing my hardened nipples.

"Uncomfortable?" Kane askes.

Fear and desire are a tasty combination, almost inviting. I don’t know if I’ve ever been touched like this. I don’t know what it’ll feel like. But my body says it’ll be good.

"Kneel down." Kane releases me, and I obeys as he holds my hips and easily let Molly kneel on his thighs.

All at once, one nipple was wrapped by a wet and hot mouth. I can only feel something itchy in the middle of her legs.

"So wet for me," Kane murmurs, seemingly pleased.

He holds my waist and stand, and with a strong arm, he lifts me setting me on the edge of the desk. My eyes brush the desktop, full of various files.

Kane lifts my face, his body presses down on me, heavy and relentless and the smell of cedar on his body almost completely engulfs me.

It gets too much for Kane, he strips, throwing off his clothes, and his chiseled figure fully exposed. After years of exercise, he is full of strength and beauty. Every muscle is defined, every part of him strong and sturdy. His strong arms wrap around my legs, and with a light drag, I lay on my back on the desk.

My face is red as if I was drunk, and the haze in my brain doesn’t help the effect. His palm goes to the back of my neck, and his broad palm can control me, holding me still with its grip on my neck. His palm was hot, and his teeth were against my neck, his breath fluttering warming the skin.

Goosebumps take over my body, and before I have time to think, the canine teeth that made me slightly afraid and excited scratch the gland and bite down.

Pine and cypress intensifies, floods the room, floods my lungs until it’s all there is.

My body trembles in resistance, but he doesn’t let me go. He ruthlessly holds me still, forcing me to take it.

I give up, his seaside smothering out my will to fight. I let him take what he wants, my eyes fluttering shut as he fulfills his need to conquer me.

His canines plunge into the soft flesh of my neck, rousing the sleeping wolf inside of me, pulling her to the forefront. She relishes in the sensation, radiating excimentment down to my fingertips, warm and tingling with anticipation.

My blood warms, my wolf howling inside me, yearning for more, to get closer, to go deeper, to be his. My fingers tremble moving on their own, wrapping around the back of his neck, pulling him ever so slightly closer.