Chapter Nine
Days later, Malcolm smiled as Irina clung to his arm. They’d gone out to dinner or visited a few tourists traps together every night or afternoon she was free. She didn’t always have a huge amount of time, but they could at least slip in a meal and spend time together.
The latest night’s date had been only a meal, but they’d had a great discussion and engaging time. He led her back to her hotel room, thinking over the dinner they’d just eaten. The food was nice, if a bit on the fancy side, but everything had gone well. The conversation had been light and pleasant, but still insightful.
He’d spent most of the time asking her more questions about her time as a dancer and her childhood in Moscow, which she seemed delighted to discuss. He’d talked a lot about his childhood, even if he left out his father was a werewolf.
Everything about the woman appealed to him, her beauty, her grace, her devotion to spreading her art. She was like no woman he’d ever met, if only because he’d hung out with a rougher crowd for so much of his life.
Not only that, but there was a certain darkness that hung at the edge of her voice, something that made him feel like their souls could connect. She wasn’t a naïve dancer with no understanding of how disturbing the world could be, but rather a woman who knew all too well, but still pushed against it with her art.
Whether the darkness had something to do with her parents’ troubles or just growing up in a country that was transitioning in a time of turmoil, Malcolm couldn’t say, but it made her feel like more than just a distant, beautiful fairy. She was real and attainable.
But now the night had to come to an end. As much as he wanted to spend more time with her, he didn’t want to come off overbearing. She wasn’t the kind of woman who would react well to that, and there was just something about the way she talked about her past that made him think she’d been hurt by someone overbearing, even if she avoided mentioning anything about it.
His gaze kept drifting over how her blue silk dress draped over her lithe frame, and his pants had become a little tight with the thoughts of what it’d be like to run his hands along those glorious legs and ass and plant himself inside her.
Malcolm looked away and gritted his teeth. He’d made no secret of the fact that he was attracted to the beautiful dancer, but asking her to fuck him right then and there would be too much.
He needed to get out of there before he did something he regretted. The last thing he wanted was to push the woman too hard. Even if he’d half-convinced himself a little fling over the next few weeks wasn’t a problem, that didn’t mean she was ready to drop into bed with him just because he was horny.
Malcolm might not be a gentleman, but at least he could fake being one.
They stopped in front of her hotel room door. He leaned and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
“Guess this is where I say goodnight.”
Irina sighed. “Does it have to be that way?”
“Huh?”
She fished around in her purse and grabbed her keycard. “I don’t have much to offer other than hotel coffee, but I’d love it if you could come in. We can chat a little bit in a more private setting.”
Malcolm’s heart kicked up. He should refuse. He should turn around and leave. If he entered the room, he was almost certain to make a dumb move that would end with him asking her to bend over the bed.
He didn’t leave. He shrugged instead. “Okay.”
Irina smiled brightly and opened the door. She stepped inside, and Malcolm followed. She closed the door behind him and then placed her purse on the nightstand.
There was nothing spectacular about the hotel room. It was just like many others he’d seen.
She walked to him and nibbled at her lip, looking at him with her icy blue eyes, blinking a few times.
“This was a mistake,” Malcolm mumbled.
Her eyes widened. “Why would you say that?”
“You’re too damned beautiful. Every time I look at you…” He gritted his teeth.
Irina tilted her head and fluttered her eyelashes. “Is it so wrong to react to beauty?”
Malcolm’s gaze roved her body again, and his cock hardened even more in his pants. He couldn’t take it anymore. She’d invited him in, and it was obvious she wanted more. He was damned tired of fighting his instincts.
He pushed her gently back until she hit the bed, then pushed her down until she lay flat on her back. Irina didn’t resist. Instead, she smiled up at him the whole time.
“You sure you want this?” Malcolm asked.
Irina nodded. “I want you.”
He straddled her and smashed his mouth to hers. She opened to him, allowing their tongues to twine and caress one another. She tasted like mint and spring. Everything wonderful in life.
Malcolm’s pants continued to constrict him as he let his rough hands flow down her sides, the thin silk still allowing him a good feel of her toned body. His hands made it to her firm ass, and he squeezed. She giggled into his mouth at the touch.
Their tongues continued to war for a good minute before Irina pulled away, breathless, her cheeks spotted with pink.
“I want you,” Malcolm growled. “You’re too damned beautiful for me not to want. I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you on that stage.”
Irina sucked in a deep breath and slowly let it out. “I want you too, Malcolm.” She kissed his neck. “You’re strong and gentle at the same time. Something it’s been hard for me to find.” She sighed. “But I’m a traveling dancer. I ache to be with you, but I can’t guarantee you anything more than happiness in the here and now. I don’t want to lead you to believe I can offer anything more.”
Malcolm unbuttoned his jacket and tossed it to the floor. “That’s all anyone can guarantee in life.”
Irina smiled.
He removed his tie and shirt, then his undershirt. His shoes and pants came next.
A little grunt escaped his mouth. “No wonder I don’t dress like this all the time. This crap takes too long to get off.”
Irina laughed. She’d taken the opportunity to remove her own shoes. She raised her arms above her head and eyed him expectantly.
Malcolm reached over and pulled the dress off her body. It joined his pants, jacket, and shirt.
Irina sat there now, her pale body exposed except for her thin blue thong and bra. Her glorious toned muscles were firmly on display, along with the graceful curves of a professional dancer.
“Too damned beautiful,” Malcolm uttered. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
The woman gave him a hooded stare as she removed her bra and tossed it to the side. She slid out of her panties.
Malcolm let out a low growl, his cock tenting his underwear. He yanked them down and stepped out of them.
Irina grinned. “I see you’re impressive in other ways.”
He smirked. He wasn’t going to complain about her complimenting his size.
The beautiful blonde moved off the bed over to him. He furrowed his brow in confusion until she knelt in front of him and took his hard shaft into one of her slender hands.
“If you want it…”
He grunted. “Damn, yeah, I want it.”
Irina stared at him, a playful smile on her face as she began to stroke him. After a few seconds, she leaned in to lick his tip.
He hissed at the fire building in his cock. He had to resist shooting his load into her throat right then and there. Something about this perfect woman’s tongue on his cock lit an inferno in him.
After a few more strokes and licks, the ballerina took him deep into her throat. He groaned as the pressure grew in his balls.
She bobbed back and forth, her tongue bathing his now stone-hard cock, her hand working the shaft in time with her mouth and throat. His dick throbbed, and a release wasn’t far away. He wasn’t sure he could keep it in check even if he wanted to if she kept going down on him. It was like he was a damned horny teenager again.
This isn’t how he wanted their first encounter to go. He had a plan, a fantasy even. She needed to moan first.
Malcolm pulled his cock out of her mouth. A loud pop filled the room. Irina blinked up at him, her face red and confusion in her eyes.
“You don’t like it?” she whispered.
“No.” He jerked his head back and forth. “I like it too much. I want to be inside you.” He winced. “Shit. I don’t have any condoms. I’m clean, but you know... not ready to have a kid.”
Irina stood and sashayed over to the bed. She gave him a seductive wink over her shoulder. “It’s okay. I’m on the pill.” She yanked up the blanket. “I just thought you’d want to come first.”
“No, any woman I’m with always comes before I do. That’s my rule.”
Malcolm pushed her down on the bed, peppering her face and neck with kisses. She tilted her head to the side to give him better access as he made his way down her neck, then her chest. He stopped to swipe at a nipple a few times. She took a shuddered breath at the contact and let out a soft moan.
The noise made his dick throb.
He continued down until he found her already wet center. Irina spread her legs for him. Without hesitation, his tongue darted into her damp folds and over her firm bud, and Irina moaned even louder. Her hands fisted the sheet, as Malcolm continued lapping at her sweet, wet center, enjoying the taste of his ballerina.
Malcolm brought up a finger and slipped inside her tight channel. She let out another loud moan, almost a scream at the intrusion.
Irina continued her moans as the man pumped and licked her. He added another finger to his invasion and sped up. The woman’s moans turned to quick pants, her insides twitching around his fingers.
His cock throbbed with the need to be inside the beautiful dancer, but he ignored it. Until she’d been satisfied, he wouldn’t let himself be satisfied.
Malcolm didn’t have to wait long. Irina arched her back and cried out her release, her insides squeezing his fingers and trying to milk cum that wasn’t there. He pulled his mouth and hands away from her pussy and looked up the perfect body toward the face of the panting woman staring down at him.
He crawled up her body until he straddled her with his arms on either side of her head. Her blonde hair fanned out underneath her, framing her perfect face.
“I still need more,” she whispered, her eyes hooded with pleasure.
Malcolm grunted. More he could give.
The intense pressure in his balls had almost become painful. He lined up his cock with her wet and ready center, and inched inside, grunting at the feeling of her walls clinging to his manhood. Irina reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning softly. Even though she’d already come and was soaked, it was still a tight fit as he settled fully inside her.
Irina let out another quiet moan. “So full.”
“You’re beautiful,” Malcolm whispered. “Perfect.” He moved back and pushed back into her slowly. “Too damned beautiful.” The next motion was faster than the first. “The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You really are a fairy.”
His body had become a piston with his cock hammering into her now. Her arms remained wrapped around his neck. A mask of sublime ecstasy covered her face as the man slammed into her tight center again and again.
Malcolm adjusted his angle, his cock invading even deeper and rubbing a different part of her center. Irina screamed and wrapped her legs around him. He thrust even harder and faster, letting out a low growl, the pleasure overwhelming. Her muscles twitched around him. She was as close to coming as he was.
He gritted his teeth, desperate to hold off until she achieved her next release. Her screams of pleasure and pants tugged at his self-control until finally her pussy gripped him, and she cried out, shuddering.
Malcolm didn’t take time to stop. Instead he continued to pound into her for several more seconds until the pressure overwhelmed him, and his climax exploded through him, a wave of all-consuming pleasure. He shouted his own release and sprayed his seed into her waiting womb.
They lay there for a minute, entangled in each other’s limbs, both panting and coming down from the high of their orgasms.
Malcolm kissed her on the forehead. It was a perfect night with a beautiful woman. He couldn’t help but wonder if a relationship was truly out of the question. For the moment though, he’d just enjoy having the feel of her body pressed against his.
This could work. After all, what did he have to fear? He was a werewolf. He could handle any challenge she threw at him.