Lycanthropy
Chapter Twenty-Five

“You want a drink?” She asked me, as she walked over to the cabinet once we reached the office again.

She opened the door of it, squatted her knees and took a bottle out of it. Upon standing up and turning around, she had two glasses in her left hand and a quite familiar bottle in her right.

“So, I guess you didn’t flush it down the drain.” I said when I saw the ‘The Golden Brothers’ logo on the large bottle of whiskey.

“No, it would be a shame for such a fine whiskey.” She said, while locking her eyes with mine.

I stepped forward and got really close to her. She gave me a glass and placed hers on the desk, before pouring the whiskey into mine.

We just stood there for a moment, watching each other gulp down one sip after another.

I couldn’t deny the beauty in her eyes, and for just a second I got lost in them. I could see her watching me, gazing my skin, see how I drank my glass empty. I could even see her nose twitch for a moment, almost unnoticedly, as I know that she was taking in my scent.

From the other side of the two empty glasses:

The past few days, his scent was agonizing me, as my wolf can’t stop purring every time we are near him. And seeing him lick the edge of his glass, sends shivers at the nape of my neck.

Grabbing his hand, upon showing him the tunnels, did effectively shake me. Of course I could feel the tingling sensation of the mate bond, pushing through, as if the magic alone wanted me to make me love him. But I can’t. How can I make myself fall in love? How could I care for someone else, in such a way, that my wolf requires and desperately needs? I can’t leave my pack alone and nor can he his. He is a King and he can’t just abdicate, only for me.

Dakota has been howling inside my head for several days already, and it is getting harder to keep her at bay. I’m strong, but she is pushing through with all her might.

“Stop! Let me try something.” I said to her.

“Yes! Jump him!” Dakota screamed.

I sighed and put her in the back of my mind, mentally locking her up in a cell, and throwing away the key … sort of.

“My wolf is tearing through her boundaries, and it is getting more difficult to restrain her.” I said to him.

“So is mine.” He replied.

“What if… No, never mind.” I said and put my glass on the desk, grabbed the bottle and tried to pour it full again. He can’t possibly do what I want, what my wolf needs right now.

Upon putting back the bottle on the desk, he put his hand around mine.

“What if, what?” He asked me.

“No, it’s impossible. Just leave it.” I shook my head, regretting ever thinking of such a thing in the first place. Why did I try to start a conversation about it?

“Sex with no strings attached?” He suddenly said to me, and I instantly looked him in the eyes, and found they were filled with lust and desire.

Shit! He was thinking the same thing as I did. But could he pull it off, was he capable of that?

“Just to settle our wolves? Could you do that?” I asked him.

“Emerson, I know you can’t just leave the pack, and I’m not going to force you. And I also know that you think you are not capable of love, in a romantic way. But you can’t deny the feelings that we have towards each other.” He said while slowly he came closer and closer.

He shoved the glasses aside, and subtly pushed me to sit on my own desk.

“I- I don’t feel…”

“You don’t feel? You don’t feel the wetness that is pooling in between your legs? You don’t feel the urge to let me take you and fuck you raw? What woman? You have to be clear with me.”

“Yes.”

“What yes?”

“All of it. You can smell my arousal, and you know that I want to ride you like a wild animal. But I have to be sure, to be sure that you won’t think anything of it.”

“Yes, you have said that before, and I think we could be mates, without the love. I don’t want to reject you, and you haven’t rejected me either, so there must be something to withhold you. And I’m not saying it is love, but I do intrigue you, aren’t I?” He said, while leaning in closer, and pushing his nose in the crook of my neck.

Intriguing is not even close to what he is to me.

His muscles, that are jumping out of his black fitted shirt, his broad shoulders and tattooed neck, his two-day old beard, black hair and deep voice are all really arousing me, beyond my imagination. Sharp canines scraped along the spot where he would maybe, eventually mark me, and the idea of it sends shivers down my spine. His woodsy scent of pine and deer, mixed with the smell of whiskey, whirls my emotions into an overdrive. Not to mention the enormous bulge that is almost tearing through the zipper of his jeans, aching for it to come out and have its way inside of me, is flaring up my arousal even more!

“No love, and no marking.” I said panting, while he had put his hands on the desk, on either side of my body, as he stood in between my legs.

“I know what ‘no strings attached’ means, woman. Now, let me have my way with you.” He said, while nibbling and kissing my neck as he waited for my permission to proceed whatever this was going to become.

I know what will come obviously, but I meant after that. I hope he can really be that strong to not think anything else of our endeavours to be.

Hesitantly I nodded, and told him to take me to my room.

He however, wasn’t hesitant at all. His hands easily pushed underneath my butt and while I put my legs around his waist, he carried me to my room. While our lips almost crushed each other, and our tongues fought for dominance, we reached our destination. But instead of walking over to the bed, he gently pushed me off of him, to make me release him and to land on my feet.

I stood there for a second, watching what he was going to do. Was he thinking it over, withdrawing himself? Did he came to the conclusion that he might not be capable of just having sex, instead of making love?

“Are you sure of this?” He asked me.

“Am I sure? I’m the one that was wondering if you were.” I said to him.

I could see his eyes blacken over, as his wolf Winston took over command. Dakota on my side, took over too, and I let her. Dakota and Winston, looking through our eyes, towards each other, clearly showing signs of love already, as he touched our cheek, and Dakota leaned into his hand.

“No love!” I yelled to her, and she chuckled.

“Postponing the inevitable, is what you said to our little sister. And it is inevitable.” She said to me, and I growled furiously, taking back control instantly.

“And postpone I will!” I said out loud, and turned towards my door.