Isabella

Isabella was freezing. The thin fabric of her underwear was clinging to her body. And in the five minutes it took her to walk from the hot tub to the door she became an ice cube. She immediately moved in front of the blazing fireplace to warm up, dropping the bottle on the bedside table.

“Do you want me to heat you up?” She heard his gruff voice say behind her. She knew that he wasn’t going to just wrap his thick arms around her. He had something dirtier in mind. She just stared at him as his gaze had her pinned in place. His eyes became smoky as she nodded, thinking that she should have asked him what he was thinking. She wasn’t the girl who had one night stands. But bourbon and a fire, and underwear made her brave. She didn’t protest as he scooped her into his arms and then moved her slightly away from the fire whilst moving the rug at the same time. He was hot. And not just attractive, his shifter side was literally heating up his body. She now had her own personal furnace.

She just watched him as he took control speechless at his muscularity. “Take off your clothes,” he growled as he set her down on the rug. Isabell was ready to obey any instruction that he spat at her.

She was lying down next to him, and he could have easily done it himself, but she realized he was in control. Watching her. Observing her as she started to peel off her underwear.

He sighed, “Isabella, you're so fucking beautiful.” She wasn’t expecting him to say that as she changed positions and laid naked on the rug waiting for him to take her. And like a panther he came on top of her, pinning her with his weight. She could hardly move as she was trapped in his network of muscle. She had never been with anyone as strong as Lucas. It was as if every part of his body had muscle on it. It should have scared her that he was so powerful, but instead, it exhilarated her even more.

He started to kiss downwards from her neck to the dip of her collarbone. All this time she didn’t speak, just murmurs escaped her as the softness of his lips and his movements created a contrast so new to her that it left her at a loss for words. She moaned as he took one nipple into his mouth. He teased it with his teeth and flicked his tongue over it. She was ready to explode, knowing that at any moment, they could be caught by another clan member. Someone checking up on them. Wondering why they hadn’t joined everyone else for dinner.

She felt embarrassed at the idea of everyone finding out what they were really up to by the fire. Lucas moved to the other breast and this time his movement was hungry and not as gentle as before. She arched her back as she felt lost in the sensation of his mouth. He had on his wet boxers, but she could feel he was hard and needy. He was stroking her with it as if it was a promise of what was going to happen next. She felt the wetness between her legs building up into overdrive.

Lucas’s hands slipped down as he removed his boxers and set his cock free. He stopped for a minute and moved to sit on his knees. It was as if he wanted to be sure that she was ready. That she was his for the night.

Isabella was ready. She wanted to touch him. Tell him that it was okay, she was willing and eager to know what it was like to be with him. This was the first guy she had met who could beat her in a fight.

She looked again at the cock she had already seen that morning and she realized how much bigger it was now that he was hard. He didn’t protest as she put it in the middle of her hand and she still didn’t wrap all the way around it. She stroked it gently while feeling the searing heat of it. She felt the steady pounding of his pulse through the skin. She started to arch her back thinking that it would soon be inside of her, touching it was just the start of a beautiful beginning, but Lucas stopped her fantasy. He instead wanted to make it a reality. “Let me fuck you.”

She pouted thinking that she could have played with it for hours, as he hovered above her and slid his fingers inside of her. This was exactly the release she had been needing. The moment of freedom she had been looking for. And she found it with Lucas.

“You’re so damn wet.”

“That's what you did to me,” she didn't hesitate in confessing the truth. He had made her soaking wet.

He started to tease her clit before dipping lower and pushing inside of her. Isabella’s hips were possessed as he grinned, shifted and continued to explore her. Then Lucas used his free hand to slip his cock inside of her.

“Fuck, I want you. Take me,” she pleaded as his cock teased her entrance. Her body felt as if it was on fire.

His question earlier about keeping her warm wasn’t an exaggeration, and he hadn’t even entered, then he pushed inside her. His cock was so thick that her body tried to accommodate his massive cock. He started to take her, leaning forward with his hands against hers as he pinned them to the floor pushing her down with each powerful stroke. Her legs lifted up naturally driving him deeper into her. She could feel his body vibrating with every thrust. His strength seemed as if it could break her in two with just one simple move.

Lucas never told her to be quiet. Not that he could control her anyway. It seemed to turn him on, even more, the louder she became. She was nearing the edge of her orgasm, though sex with Lucas felt like a hundred orgasms. She didn’t want it to stop.

“Lucas!” She cried out as she was so close. “I’m coming!”

She expected him to stop, to torture her like he had done when they were introduced, but instead he started to pick up his rhythm and moved faster. Like a flash of heat her vision became a blur, her body buckled as all the frustration she had been feeling vanished. This was freedom. She never knew she could feel her escape with someone else.

Lucas hadn’t finished; it felt as if he had just begun as her legs flopped to the floor but she could feel a thunder rumble in his chest as his body stiffened, as he slammed into her. He let out a low growl and then he rolled to the side of her as he tried to catch his breath, “I told you that I could make you warm.”

Isabella laughed, “Hell, warm doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

She couldn’t believe what had just happened. She’d had sex with someone who was practically a stranger. And the craziest part was, she was ready for round two.