Werewolf Romance: Wolfess’s Desire (Paranormal Invasion Abduction Contemporary Werewolf Shifter Romance) (Fantasy First Bad Boy Billionaire Comedy Mystery Seduced by Alpha Shapeshifter Short Stories) (15 page)

"I don't care how long it is," Charmaine said. “It's your story. I would be honored if you shared it with me."

She squeezed his hand again. Brian raised his eyes and looked at her. There was something so warm, so tender in those looks. They made Charmaine tremble. That contrast of traits: rugged handsomeness, the brute strength, the deep sensitivity, a real capacity for feeling profound emotions. She'd never met a man who combined those traits in such an interesting way. She didn't care how long Brian's story was. She wanted to hear every last word of it.

"Before I tell you my story," Brian said. "There's probably something else that I should let you know."

There was a moment of silent tension as Charmaine waited for Brian to continue. For her everything seemed to stop, the whole world came to a silent standstill, as her eyes locked on Brian's lips. She couldn't help wondering how delicious they would taste when pressed against her own. She couldn't help wondering how skillful and passionately he would kiss her, darting his tongue in and out of her mouth, while his strong hands squeezed her breasts and he stared lovingly into her eyes. But what was it that he had to tell her? Another surprise? Something to throw her off her guard?

"Okay," she said. "But I hope you're not gonna make me wait too long for it."

"Maybe I shouldn't have made such a big deal out of it," Brian said shaking his head. "You seem a little nervous."

"No no no no I'm not nervous," Charmaine lied. "But please don't make me wait any longer."

Ryan wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her tightly to his chest. He ran his hands over her hair several times.

"It's really nothing," Brian said. "Except, we're outside my condo. I don't mean to be too forward but sometimes when things feel like they just feel right."

She smiled shyly and nodded her head submissively. This is exactly what she wanted.

Charmaine and Brian walked into his luxury condo building arm in arm. They smiled and laughed, their bodies filled with joy and sexual tension which threatened to bubble over like champagne.  Across the street, behind tinted windows, eyes red with venomous anger, Michelle stared with disdain and contempt at the interracial couple.

She had to get to the bottom of this, and quickly. Seeing the man she so desired with another woman, let alone a black woman, made her insane with jealousy and rage. She'd never been able to stand black women. She'd always thought of herself as a cut above them: more beautiful, classier, more educated. She would never have imagined that a man would choose one of them over her. She wasn't the type of woman to sit around and wait for things to change. She wasn't the kind of woman to patiently accept what fate dished out to her. Hell no! She would find out who that woman was, and when she did she would be sure to bring her down.

*****

When Charmaine woke up the next morning in Brian's apartment, she was surprised to find that the other side of the bed was empty. She could hear sounds and smells—bacon eggs, and coffee—coming from the kitchen. She smiled and sat up in the bed.

Wow! She thought, what a night. It had been such a long time since a man had given her that sort of work out. Incredible. Absolutely incredible. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back on the pillow as the memories of the evening before played over and over again in her mind.

There was something so masterful, so skillful, so gentle, but also so rough and brutish, about the way he made love to her. And that's what it felt like, as crazy as it may have seemed. Love. It felt like love. There was that mix of tenderness and brutality, sweetness and cruelty, that Charmaine had always found so irresistible. He was her warrior poet. She stretched her arms high above her head and yawned. She smiled as she heard footsteps coming up the stairs, then turning down the hallway to the bedroom.

She couldn't wait to see Brian, even though she was a bit worried about what he would think of her morning-after appearance her weave wasn't on, and she had on no makeup. But that didn't matter much. She'd always been a natural beauty. That's what everyone in her life had always told her.

The footsteps came closer, Charmaine could feel an electric, sexual energy surging throughout her body. After she brushed her teeth, a little bit of morning sex would be just the thing to get her body and her mind going.

The sound of the footsteps was only a few feet away. The smell of the food was stronger than ever. Charmaine closed her eyes, smile deeply with satisfaction. When she opened her eyes she nearly jumped out of the bed in fright.

"AHHHHHH," she screeched, pulling the covers up to her neck.

Her eyes were wide open in fright, staring at a brunette who had on a French maid's outfit. The woman, probably in her mid-30s, was holding a tray filled with food, staring calmly at Charmaine with a self-assured smile.

"I'm sorry to scare you," the woman said. "Brian had to leave early this morning to the gym. He gave me very specific instructions to prepare breakfast for you and to serve you while you're in bed."

Charmaine had no idea what to say. Her mouth had gone dry. Her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth. Who hell was this woman? Why had Brian left his apartment with a complete stranger? That didn't make any sense. The night before he hadn't mentioned anything about having to leave early for work or having his personal whatever she was, maid or chef, prepare a meal. Why would somebody do something like that?

"My name is Michelle," the woman said. "Is it okay if I leave the food on this table over here?"

Charmaine had yet to utter a word to the strange woman. There was something about her that didn't quite fit with the role that she said she was playing. Charmaine had yet to encounter a chef or a live-in maid who looked anything like this woman. Most of them were poor, most of them were dark, most of them were Latina. There was something oddly sophisticated and aristocratic about this white woman.

What a strange situation she found herself in. The first time she'd slept with a white man, she had explosive, mind blowing, orgasmic, unforgettable, life altering sex, and the next morning a white woman serves her breakfast in bed? No, something about this didn't seem right at all. She trembled with fear as the woman put the tray down the bedside table.

"If you need anything, I'll be downstairs," the woman said before closing the door behind her.

Charmaine looked at the food. It looked delicious. It smelled delicious. But suddenly, after staring into that woman's strange, twisted eyes, she lost her appetite.

Charmaine was more scared than ever. She didn't know what to do next. Why would Brian leave her in this kind of situation? For a moment, she felt like she was in some kind of weird horror movie. She could feel her heart racing, sweat breaking out on her forehead, her hands trembling with fear. She knew that she couldn't stay in the bed, in that room, for much longer, without going absolutely crazy.

She took several deep breaths and finally got out of bed. She crept towards the door. Thankfully the room was carpeted, so she didn't make any noise. She needed to know what was going on in the rest of the house. She wasn't sure whether or not it would be best to leave the room or to just crack the door and listen, but she had to do something. Being passive, waiting for the gauntlet to fall on her neck, was absolutely not an option.

She got to the door, put her hand on the knob, and slowly turned it. She cracked the door open ever so slightly, then poked her head out. There was a long hallway running to both the left and the right. Sounds of pots and pans clanging against each other in the kitchen nearly made Charmaine jump out of her skin.

Never in her life had she experienced anything remotely close to this. As she was leaning her head out the door, listening anxiously, nervously, for any sound of Brian, or any sound of help, she heard what she thought was the front door opening and slamming shut.

At that moment, the clattering of the pots and pans in the kitchen ceased. A scary silence reigned in the house. What was going on?

Seconds later she heard a loud male voice booming from down the hallway.

"What the hell are you doing here?" It was Brian's voice.

Charmaine heard the woman's voice, pleading with Brian to forgive her. The woman said that she'd made a mistake. She wanted them to be together, they were meant to be together, who was that black woman? He needed to get rid of her. She was the only woman for him. All this, and a bunch of other crazy ramblings spewed out of her mouth. When she was done pleading, yelling, and crying, it was Brian's turn to reply.

"Get the fuck out of my apartment. And if I ever see you at the gym again, I swear I’ll have you arrested."

Minutes later, after he'd finally thrown Michelle's crazy ass out of his apartment, Brian sat on the edge of the bed, running his hands through Charmaine's hair, staring into her eyes lovingly but also pleadingly. He felt terrible for leaving her alone in the apartment.

"I'm really sorry about that," he said. "Nothing like that is ever happened to me before, I swear."

"I hope not," Charmaine said. "It would be pretty weird if something like that had happened to you before, don't you think?"

Brian sighed and shook his head. "I'm glad you're not totally freaked out about this," he said.

"Are you kidding me?" Charmaine said. "I've never been more freaked out in my entire life."

"Well, you do a pretty good job of hiding it," Brian said.

Charmaine felt sexual excitement coursing through her veins. It was those damn blue eyes: sky blue, mountain blue, spring water blue. They were the most beautiful damn eyes she'd ever encountered. There was no way she was going be able to stay in this bed, so close to such a hunky man without demanding that he penetrate her, that he touch all of her walls, that he pound her deeper and harder and more vigorously than any man ever had.

"I think I know how you can make it up to me," Charmaine said, staring at him lustily.

From the look on Brian's face, it was clear that he understood exactly what she wanted. There would be no need for her to ask twice. He pushed her down on the bed, lowered his mouth onto hers and began to kiss her hungrily, every now and then pulling his head back so he could suck, nibble, lick on her ears, neck and down between her full breasts.

What an absolutely delicious feeling! Charmaine loved the way he ravished her body, the way he seemed to find her so tasty and succulent. It felt good to be worshiped like that by a man. She couldn't wait for him to penetrate her with his big, hard cock with the mushroom head and the thick veined shaft.

But Brian seemed determined to take his time, to be a bit more patient with this session of lovemaking. He began kissing between the insides of her thighs, back and forth, back and forth, making his way up towards the wet, aching black pussy.

Brian came towards her and took her face in his large hands. As he leaned down towards her, she closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh. His full lips felt so good on her mouth. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and their tongues began twirling around and around. Charmaine felt her body melting. She wrapped her arms around his muscular shoulders.

Within moments, he was picking her off the floor and carrying her towards the bed. Their lips remained locked the whole time.

“I love the way you touch me,” she said breathlessly.

She also loved his musky, masculine scent. She pressed her nose into his neck and breathed in deeply. A wild sexual urge took hold of her. She began tearing at his shirt. Before she could completely rip the shirt off his beautifully sculpted chest, Brian grabbed it and lifted it over his head.

Then she went straight for his belt buckle. Her intensity only spurred Brian on. He grabbed at her breasts and reached his hands down inside her bra and began squeezing and sucking her breasts with wild abandon. She threw her head back and pulled him closer to her. His masculine hands felt so firm on her pliant flesh. Everywhere his hands roamed, he hit another pleasure point.

He pressed his hard body into her. She moved her hands all over his chest. He had full pects and a well-defined six-pack. She licked her lips. His large brown nipples looked so delicious. She’d always had a thing for nibbling and sucking on nipples. His would be absolutely perfect for that sort of attention.

She pulled him down towards her and began nibbling at one of his nipples. He closed his eyes and sighed. As she sucked and nibbled on both of them, she let her fingers drift down his hard chest and abs. She couldn’t contain her hunger for him. She could feel the wetness between her legs. She wanted him inside of her, needed to feel his hardness filling her up. The head of his stiff cock peeked out of the top of his boxers.

She forced her hand inside of them and took hold of the thick shaft. She had trouble gripping it with just one hand. She’d never held anything so full and firm. Her body tingled with excitement.

“I want you inside of me,” she said. “I’m so wet.”              

His firm hands reached into her panties and yanked them down her legs. They locked eyes. His pupils were completely dilated. They looked absolutely beautiful!

“You’re so beautiful,” she said, pulling him down towards her and thrusting her tongue in and out of his mouth while she continued stroking his cock back and forth in her hand. A little bit of precum began to leak from the head.