Ella

Ella leaned into the mirror as she applied her lipstick, then smacked her lips.

“Not too shabby. What do you think, Wright?”

Wright yipped hearing his name, while she examined her reflection. Ella felt almost normal the last few days, or whatever normal was for her. Since the party her curse had behaved, even when she thought about Wolf kissing her cheek. It was like she’d burned off all her extraneous energy with her recent outbursts.

Ella wandered out to the living room humming a tune. She grabbed the binder she’d been working on for the Clubhouse, then grinned as she also put the decoy into her shoulder bag. Not only was she excited, as usual, when she showed off a design to a client, but she was eager to see Wolf. Try as she might to remind herself he was off-limits, she couldn’t seem to get it through her thick skull. So, Ella gave up and just enjoyed the infatuation.

There was a knock on the door and Ella jumped up.

“Coming,” she hollered.

Wright ran toward the door, barking his fool head off. Ella grabbed him before opening it.

“Oh good, you’ve got Killer safely corralled.” Wolf smiled cheekily at the pup.

“I think you’re safe with those boots on. Besides you’re reformed aren’t you, Wright. No more ankles for you.” Ella bounced her mutt.

“It’s alright. I brought a peace offering, just in case.” Wolf held a bone out to Wright. “If you want this, you need to share Ella.”

Ella snorted.

Wright was salivating as he followed the bone being waved in his face. Ella sat him on the floor and Wolf tossed the treat.

“Quick, let’s go before he figures out I’ve duped him.” Wolf quickly ushered her out the door. “You look good.” He glanced Ella up and down.

Ella looked at Wolf and nearly doubled over laughing. He had a breast cancer survivor t-shirt on that read, ‘Yes, they’re fake. My real ones tried to kill me.’

“Thanks. You look pretty good too,” she choked out.

Wolf grinned that sexy smile, that always made Ella freeze, like a deer in headlights.

“Char likes buying me horrible t-shirts. She decided this one served dual purposes, charitable and embarrassing.”

“Kudos to her for finding it in your size,” Ella giggled as they walked to the parking lot.

“She was rather proud of herself. It was a toss-up between this shirt, or ‘I’m with stupid,’ with an arrow pointing up.”

Ella snorted. Wolf obviously had a good sense of humor, if he was rocking the self-deprecating clothing that his sister hoisted on him. It didn’t really matter. Wolf could wear anything and still look mind numbingly hot.

“No, this was a good choice.”

Ella patted Wolf’s chest, feeling the rock-hard pecs beneath his shirt. She pulled her hand back when the zing, characteristic of her gift gearing up, surged through her fingers and up her arm. Touching him was a bad idea.

“You care if we go to the clubhouse and order a pizza?”

“Sounds good. That’s the best place to look at what I’ve come up with. I have several ideas, since we never got a chance to talk about your budget.”

“We’re not taking the bike today,” Wolf announced as Ella walked toward his motorcycle.

That’s probably for the best. I don’t think I can hold onto you and hold it together.

Wolf pointed toward a shiny truck. “You got a driver’s license?”

“Of course. I can even work a stick.”

Ella realized what she’d said the moment Wolf’s eyebrows rose. Ella’s cheeks flamed. She hadn’t meant it to sound dirty, but it came out that way.

Why are you constantly embarrassing yourself in front of this man?

“Can you now?” He winked then tossed her a set of keys.

“Zip it, buster.”

“But you’re such an easy mark.”

“I know. Thanks for pointing it out. So, you want me to drive?” she asked slightly confused.

“Yep.”

“Alright.”

Ella jumped up into the Chevy cab. It took no time at all to get to the clubhouse. Ella parked and handed Wolf the keys.

“Nope, keep those.”

“Huh?”

“I got the truck to haul things, but I also figure you can drive it. I was serious when I said I didn’t want you walking around after dark. Hell, I don’t like you walking around in daylight.”

“Um, Wolf.” Ella didn’t know what to say.

“Come on. Stop thinking so hard. It’s not like I’m giving it to you.” Wolf led her into the clubhouse.

“Thank you, but it’s still not necessary.”

Wolf waved her off. Ella shook her head in disbelief.

“You guys spend a ton of time here, don’t you?” Ella asked as she saw another car in the lot.

“Yeah, we’re a rather social pack. My grandfather built the building to so everyone would have a place to get together.”

“It’s a nice location.”

The clubhouse was far enough from anyone else, who might complain about the biker’s rowdy behavior.

“Yeah. He liked the woods beyond,” Wolf pointed to the stand of mature trees, as they headed inside.

“Hey, Char.” Ella waved when she entered the main room of the clubhouse.

Ella found Char more personable than she expected. She was a woman you wouldn’t mess with, but she was kind.

“How’s it going, Cotton Tail?”

“Seriously, Sis, that’s not nice,” Wolf admonished.

“No, no, no. I earned the nickname fair and square. I’m gonna own it,” Ella insisted.

“Well, whatever floats your boat, Princess.” Wolf shook his head. “So, Char, where’s the brain trust with dinner? My cousins are still on my shit list, since this happened on their watch,” Wolf said as he pointed to the wrecked wall.

“I’m sure they’ll be along any time now.”

“Let me show you what I have.” Ella approached the island.

She was excited to see Wolf’s reaction to her designs. With Char there, it would only add to the fun. Ella pulled the binder out of her bag, and started laying pages on the counter. Wolf was quiet as he stared at the paint and fabric swatches. Char sidled up to Wolf and glanced down at the inspiration images. His sister started to smile a broad, rotten grin.

“Shhh,” Ella mouthed silently to her co-conspirator.

Ella spent almost as much time working on her little joke, as she had the real design. The fake design wasn’t overtly feminine, but it also wasn’t uber masculine either.

“This color is called Amaretto.” Ella pointed to the dark cherry paint swatch. “I was thinking we’d apply it in a suede texture.” Ella swept her hand toward the walls. “Oh, and these tufted leather armchairs should be easy to clean. In black, they’ll look nice with the burgundy tone on the wall.”

Wolf looked at her with one brow raised ever so slightly. Ella was having a hard time not laughing. She didn’t know how much longer she’d be able to string him along.

“Since you liked my mural, I sketched this,” Ella continued.

 

Wolf

There was something off about Ella. Her scent was different, lighter somehow. Wolf didn’t know her well enough, to know what it meant… yet. However, Char was fidgeting the way she usually did when she was up to mischief.

Ella’s design wasn’t awful. It was actually very good, just not for the clubhouse. The deep sultry red she picked out, was better suited for a high-end strip club. Wolf imagined sitting back in the leather chair with a cocktail, as Little-Miss-Straight-Laced treated him to a private dance, wearing those thigh-high stockings and not much else.

Ella unrolled a large drawing and Wolf just stared at it with a mix of amusement and awe. Ella was screwing with him. She sketched the royal coat of arms from England, but instead of the lion, she substituted a wolf opposite the unicorn.

“Oh my god, Cotton Tail, I can’t hold it in anymore,” Char burst. “You seriously broke out the unicorn. And I think I have lipstick that color,” she snickered as she pointed at the paint.

“I couldn’t help myself after our conversation,” Ella giggled.

Wolf loved the sound. He took a deep breath, savoring the sweet scent Ella exuded.

Wolf looked back down at the drawing. For a joke, it was damn impressive. The way the wolf reared on its haunches, claws out, and fangs bared, it looked ready to attack. Even the unicorn wasn’t bad. But it was the motorcycle engine she’d drawn in place of the shield, that floored him. 

“Ella, is that a Harley knucklehead engine in the middle?” he asked.

“I thought the engine with those two barrels on top had nice symmetry.” Ella traced the design with her delicate manicured finger.

It may have been a prank, but she put a lot of thought into it. She created a real work of art. Wolf couldn’t believe Ella did all this, just to tease him. Something about that got him hard, not that he needed much help where Ella was concerned. Wolf shifted to adjust himself, his jeans tighter than comfortable.

“I like it,” Wolf finally said with all seriousness. He couldn’t resist turning the tables on her.

“Wait huh?” Ella’s eyes flew to Wolf’s. “Wolf, this isn’t the real plan. I’ve got something else I think you might like better. You can’t seriously want a unicorn painted bigger than life on the wall. The leather chairs are nice and sturdy, but not enough to withstand a pack of bikers, who did that to a wall.” Her hands fluttered as she spoke.

God, she’s so damn sexy all flustered. Wolf let Ella dangle. He liked the way she blushed and squirmed when he pinned her with his gaze.

“I didn’t say I like it for the clubhouse. I was thinking about my bedroom.”

Wolf stepped closer to Ella, invading her personal space. Her mouth hung open, and the flush on her cheeks moved to her chest. Was she imagining his bedroom?

I hope she is.

“Can you frame this drawing?”

“Well… yeah, I guess I can frame it.” Ella looked damn cute when she scrunched up her nose, as she tilted her head, and scowled. “This didn’t go exactly the way I planned.”

“Char you’ve been slacking in the practical joke department. Ella here, has turned it into an art form,” Wolf chuckled.

“My pranks are more spur of the moment. I don’t think I have the staying power to pull off something like this.”

“I like the shirts.” Ella nudged Char.

“Don’t encourage her,” Wolf admonished. “So, you said you have something else to show me.”

After seeing what Ella considered a joke, Wolf couldn’t wait to see what she planned for real. Ella pulled out another binder and laid it open on the counter. Her demeanor changed, and she took on a professional stance as she pointed to the first picture.

“I kept things simple. We’ll pull up the old chipped linoleum floor, and finish the bare concrete. We’ll do the counter and bar in concrete as well.”

“Nice. Is that wood paneling?” Wolf pointed at a magazine clip.

Ella nodded.

“The reclaimed wood, installed horizontally on the walls, will take a ton of abuse. I don’t know if it can withstand a motorcycle, but what can. If something happens, you can easily replace it.” Ella pulled out some pictures printed off the internet. “I found this awesome furniture.” She looked excited, as she pointed out a rugged wood-frame couch. “This sofa is constructed so the wood pieces can be replaced if an arm or leg is broken. The cushions can be replaced too.”

“That’s rather ingenious. We are hard on furniture.”

“Yeah, I can tell. This will stave off that college frat house look. I hope you like the stain I chose.”

“It’s a nice deep color,” Wolf commented.

“It’s used motor oil.”

“Huh?” Char interjected.

Wolf was also curious.

“Hear me out. All the wood is replaceable. But what happens when you can’t find what stain was used. The replaced piece would look weird. This way, the color is repeatable, and I’m sure you guys have more than enough motor oil.”

“True.” Wolf smiled at Ella’s zeal. The design was simple but had a natural yet modern feel. “I like it. I really do. I think we can maintain this.”

“So, do you want to hear the price tag?” Ella asked.

“I’m not worried.”

“You won’t need a permit, and I’m more than capable of supervising the contractors. I’m pretty hands on. That should help keep costs down.”

“Ella, money is not a problem. You’ve got the truck along with several guys at your disposal.”

“Are you sure?”

“Anything you need it’s yours.”

“Wow, okay, great. I’m glad you like it.” Ella’s smile was stunning.

Wolf nearly clutched his chest.

 

Ella

Ella nibbled on a piece of pizza crust as everyone chatted and joked. The bikers were a rough and tumble group, but they were close knit. It reminded her of her relationship with Sabine. Some people might have been nervous around Wolf’s crew, but Ella was more comfortable in this group, than she had been in a long time.

“So, Cotton Tail, are you up for a drinking game?” Jericho asked.

She recalled he was the trouble maker. Though all the guys and girls she’d met so far seemed to have a sense of humor and a rotten streak.

“Jericho, you’re just pissed you didn’t get a chance to see her drunk, the other night,” Char retorted.

“Don’t fall for it, Ella,” Wolf warned.

“I know I’m small, but I can hold my booze pretty well.”

“Yeah you can,” Kayla interjected. “How many jello shots did you do the other night?”

“I don’t know. You want to play a game. Sure, why not.” Ella shrugged.

An hour later, Ella was ready to eat her words as they played the game Cards Against Humanity. It was a fast-paced game that was so raunchy, Ella spent half the time blushing. Anyone who’s card wasn’t picked had to drink. It was seriously testing the boundaries of her metabolism.

“Ella, are you doing alright?” Wolf asked with a concerned look on his face.

Ella looked closely at Wolf. His dark wavy hair was in disarray, but it looked totally natural on him. He shaved the stubble off his chin, and Ella wanted to feel his cheek, to see how smooth it was. Her fingers itched to rub away the crease in his brow.

“Princess, are you doing okay?” he repeated.

“Uh, yeah.” Ella shook her head emphatically. “I’m good. Just all warm and yummy feeling.”

“Yummy huh?” Wolf smiled. His firm lips looked delicious. “I think you’re good for the night. I don’t want you getting sick.”

“I’ve never puked.” Ella hiccupped and covered her mouth.

“I’m shocked she kept up,” Tony spoke up, looking impressed.

“Sadly, I’ve practiced more than I should’ve.”

“We all have. Do you want me to take you home?” Wolf asked.

Ella was tipsy, but she was having fun. Her quirky gift was behaving, so there was no reason to call it a night.

“The night is young. I’m good, I promise.”

“I believe you. What do you want to do?”

Ella got a silly idea. It went right along with the rowdy card game they just played.

“How about we play truth or dare.” Ella grinned.

She wanted to learn more about Wolf. This would be her chance.

“I like it,” Char clapped.

“I get to go first,” Ella insisted. “Wolf, truth or dare.”

Wolf shook his head. He was obviously humoring her juvenile whim.

“Dare.” 

Ella frowned. She hadn’t been prepared for that one. Now she had to come up with a dare.

“Well since your name is Wolf, act like a dog.”

“It’s not an act, Princess. I am a dog. Now do you want a big dog or a little one, like that killer of yours?”

“Both,” Ella giggled.

Wolf slid off the sofa, onto his hands and knees. He snarled convincingly at all the men, his shoulders stiff, as he strutted about, like a bulldog. The guys started laughing when he lifted his leg and pretended to piss on Vick.

“Bad dog,” Vick growled in amusement as he shoved Wolf away.

Wolf crawled toward Ella and she went quiet. Seeing him on his hands and knees in front of her, had her thinking things she had no business dwelling on. He sat back on his knees, with his hands up, and yipped, then panted with his tongue sticking out.

“You gonna hump her leg?” Jericho asked, making everyone laugh some more.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Ella snorted.

“I’ve seen all sorts of wild shit in this clubhouse, but I’m pretty sure that’s a first,” Mark laughed. “Why didn’t someone break out their camera?”

“I’ve seen some of the sweet butts do a similar impression,” Vick commented.

“My turn. Kayla truth or dare?” Mark turned toward the blonde.

“Truth.”

“Tell us about your first kiss.” Mark clearly had a thing for Kayla.

“Aw crap. It was embarrassing,” Kayla groaned “I was fourteen, and had this huge crush on a guy who rode my bus. One day I went over to his house after school. I didn’t know how to act. I was all excited and nervous. I just knew something was going to happen. He sat down on the couch, and as I approached him I tripped. My hand landed right between his legs, near his crotch. I was so embarrassed. He leaned in and kissed me. I was too stunned to do anything back except kneel there, like an idiot. I ran all the way home afterwards.”

Ella could sympathize. Something a bit more extreme had happened to her. Unfortunately, she was so nervous, she launched her poor boyfriend across the room, when he tried to lock lips with her. When he woke up, she told him he slipped and passed out, then never talked to him again.

“Ella, truth or dare?” Char asked.

“Truth.”

“When did you see your first cock?”

Ella choked, not expecting that question.

“Yes, tell us.” Wolf smiled a wicked grin.

“Well do you want to know about the first penis or the testicles?” Ella blushed just saying the words out loud.

“Very clinical. How about both,” Char teased.

“Okay. I can’t believe I’m telling people this.” Ella shook her head. “I was eleven, and a girlfriend and I were riding our bikes to the pool in our neighborhood. There was this old guy working on his car. He was laying underneath it, wearing these outdated short shorts. Not a good look on a man. Anyway, there was something hanging out of his shorts. I stopped and stared at it, trying to figure out what the heck I was looking at.”

“Which was it?” Kayla leaned forward.

“My girlfriend and I rode on, then circled back around again. We couldn’t figure it out, and had to get a better look.” Ella couldn’t repress her snort. “It looked like ground up hamburger meat, or a really big wad of chewing gum,” Ella broke down in laughter.

“Fucking hell! You were staring at some dirty old man’s balls,” Wolf roared in amusement.

“I know that now.” Ella’s cheeks heated.

“Okay, I have to hear the rest.” Char wiped the tears from her eyes.

Ella tried to calm herself. She couldn’t get too riled up or things might get more interesting than they currently were. She took several deep breaths before starting her next story.

“When I was twelve, my mom took me to a park. She was trying to be healthy, so were going to go for a little hike. I think she felt guilty I spent a lot of time home alone. We were only on the trail for a minute. You could still see the entrance to the woods, so it’s not like we were at some remote location. We came across a guy sitting on a log. My mom quickly started to push me past the guy, but it wasn’t fast enough. I noticed the guy was stroking a fleshy sausage. I wasn’t ignorant, so I knew what I was looking at. I just never expected it to look like a pink turtle.”

“Shut-up. You’re killing me.” Jericho slapped his thigh.

“It gets worse. My mom pushed me in front of her. I’m sure she wanted to be between me and the pervert behind us. I don’t think I walked more than fifty yards, when we came to a small clearing. There were two guys laid out on their backs, really enjoying nature in their birthday suits. We got the heck out of the park, and my mother declared nature was overrated.”

“I am never going to be able to look at turtles the same way again. I think we’re done. I can’t handle anymore.” Wolf shook his head trying not to laugh.

He rose from the couch and reached a hand out to help Ella up.

“Are we heading back?” she asked.

When Ella took his hand the heat from his touch spread up her arm, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. Oh, she shivered, attempting to tamp down the rising surge.

“All that talk about walking through the woods, got me thinking some fresh air sounded good,” Wolf said as he led her out a side door, toward the trees behind the clubhouse.

“You sure you want to come out here? I don’t have a good track record walking in the woods,” Ella joked.

“I heard.” Wolf grinned and squeezed her hand. “Do you think they put an ad on Craig’s list? All perverts meet at the park, Tuesday at six.”

“I think it was Tinder. They were in the woods, get it, Tinder,” Ella giggled at her own pathetic pun.

“Yes, I got it, funny girl. I think it’s a good thing we cut you off.”

Ella’s sobered up when Wolf entered the tree line. Wolf wanted to be alone with her. Ella could feel that nervous, excited feeling, Kayla described earlier, mounting in her gut.

Ella didn’t know how Wolf could possibly see where he was going, as he wound his way through the trees, but they didn’t run into any branches. He had a firm grasp on her hand, as he walked with confidence and purpose. There was something comforting about turning control over to him. Ella never had that luxury.

“We’re coming to a clearing, but I don’t think we’ll find a bunch of dudes tugging their junk. At least I hope not,” Wolf teased.

“I can’t believe I told everyone about that.” Ella swatted him playfully.

The leaves in the trees danced, but didn’t thrash about. The undergrowth rustled, but that was because their feet disturbed it, as they walked the obscure path. Ella smiled. She was doing a good job keeping her gift to a low roar, even with Wolf holding her hand. There was something about Wolf’s touch. It was different from all the other times she tried to have physical contact with a man. It riled her up, and grounded her in the same breath.

Please just continue to behave, Ella coached her curse.

It was easier to see, once they broke through the trees, into a small grassy field. The moon lit up the clearing. Ella was mesmerized as she watched scores of fireflies flit about. Their ethereal little lights burst to life, then dimmed, only to do it again. They were like a blanket of twinkling stars, that had descended to the earth. It was amazing that something so bizarre was even possible. Watching the tiny miracles made Ella feel more normal. If these little creatures were possible, then just maybe she wasn’t so weird or so alone after all.

“It’s lovely,” Ella sighed.

Wolf turned toward her, and Ella froze. His golden-brown eyes were intense, even in the dark. They glowed, like the fireflies, as he stared down at her. He reached up and pulled the clip out of her hair, then combed his finger through the waves.

“I like it down,” he husked.

Ella’s breath picked up, when Wolf’s fingers teased the sensitive spot on her neck, just beneath her ear. Ella couldn’t help the way she automatically tilted her head to the side, to give him better access. He gripped the back of her neck and tipped her head back.

What’s he going to do? You know what he’s going to do.

“Um, Wolf, I don’t know if this is a good idea.” Ella said the words, even as her hands rose to grasp his broad shoulders.

“Probably not. Do I scare you?”

“No,” Ella whispered.

She wasn’t afraid of Wolf. She was afraid of what she might do to him. She was also afraid of wanting this too much, only to have it snatched away.

Before Ella could come up with a good excuse, Wolf wrapped a strong arm around her waist, and tugged her against him. When his lips met hers, she nearly exploded. A delicious heat swept through her, as Wolf explored her mouth. Ella’s skin prickled, from her head to her toes. Her nipples tingled, and a wanton ache surged to life in the pit of her stomach.

When Wolf released a tormented groan into her mouth, Ella realized what she was doing. She pushed at his shoulders, breaking their kiss.

“I’m hurting you,” Ella cried as she tried to back away from him.

“Easy, Princess,” Wolf groaned again, his voice impossibly deep.

Ella could feel her curse swirling inside her like a maelstrom, pushing to get free. It was leaking out, despite her best effort to contain it. She didn’t know how Wolf was able to maintain his grasp on her neck and waist. Her only saving grace, was that she’d overused it recently, siphoning off some of the excess energy.

Wolf refused to release her. Instead, he tilted her chin up so she had to look him in the eye.

“Ella you’re not hurting me. I like the way your nails dig into my skin.”

Ella gasped, she hadn’t even realized she was gripping him so hard.

“But the sound you made,” Ella stammered.

“Okay, so maybe you are hurting me. But not the way you think,” he growled deep. Ella’s eyes widened as Wolf ground the evidence of his desire into her stomach. “God, Princess, the things I feel, touching you like this.”

Ella was so shocked, she was struck mute. Wolf wasn’t the only one feeling things that seemed impossible. Ella had never known this kind of desire. It had never been a possibility. Ella wanted this so bad. Maybe what she was feeling, wasn’t her curse. Maybe it was just her nerves, and that driving need, making her think she was losing control. Wolf had that effect on her. But what if she was wrong? She’d never forgive herself if something happened to Wolf.

“Ella, tell me what you’re thinking.” Wolf frowned as he ran his thumb over her lips.

“Wolf, remember what I told you?”

“Yes.”

“I’m not like everyone else. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Princess, I’m a big boy. You’d have to try real hard to hurt me,” Wolf chuckled.

He obviously didn’t understand what she was trying to tell him. And she couldn’t explain it without major implications she wasn’t ready to face yet.

“Do you like it when I kiss you?”

“Yes, too much.” Ella nodded.

“Then just relax and let go. Let me take care of you.”

Ella’s face contorted, her eyes welling up at the implication of his words. She knew Wolf wanted to bring her pleasure, and that meant a lot. But the way he said those simple words, his eyes filled with such sincerity, nearly shattered her. She wanted to truly let go for once in her life. Ella wanted someone to take care of her for a change. She wanted to feel all her joy and all her sorrow, without fear of the carnage that would ensue.

“Stop thinking so hard, Princess,” Wolf admonished then captured her mouth again.

Any hope Ella had at maintaining her last shred of restraint, was thrown out the window.

Please just let me have this, Ella begged.

Wolf caressed her face, as his tongue breached her mouth. Ella opened for his exploration. When his tongue tangled with hers, Ella wasn’t quite sure what to do. She’d never done this before, but she liked it.

When Wolf’s tongue retreated, Ella followed with her own. He tasted watery sweet. She ran the tip over Wolf’s firm lips, then traced his teeth. Ella noted his canines seemed rather sharp as she slowly explored his mouth. The mental image of Wolf nipping her with those teeth, sent Ella into overdrive. She leaned into him and deepened her kiss. There was an odd sound, and she realized she was moaning as she kissed him.

Wolf responded in turn. His grip tightened as he hungrily took over her mouth again. The way his tongue plunged and ravished her, only fed the fire building inside. Ella felt moisture pooling between her thighs and she clenched them tight, hoping to ease the ache.

Wolf’s hand lowered from her back to cup her behind, kneading it, and pressing her inexorably closer to his hard body. The stiff ridge of his shaft ground into her belly. Ella couldn’t help rubbing against him, as she writhed in his arms. Every part of her felt alive. Even on her tippy toes she was too short to relieve the mounting pressure between her thighs. She wanted more.

“Fuck, Princess,” Wolf snarled as he broke their kiss.

“What?” Ella gasped from the sudden loss and the frisson of concern that shot through her.

“We gotta stop, or I’m going to do things to you, you can’t possibly want,” Wolf groaned as his nose explored her neck, his hot breath teasing her.

“I don’t want to stop,” Ella whispered.

She didn’t know when this moment might happen again. Her gift was behaving enough that it wasn’t hurting Wolf, so he said. They were out in the open, where nothing could come crashing on their heads. It was like the stars had aligned, granting her deepest wish.

“I know, Princess. But if I continue, I’m not going to stop, until I have my cock buried deep inside that sweet pussy of yours.”

Wolf punctuated his explicit words by gently clamping his teeth down on the crook of her shoulder, as he gripped her behind, lifted her up, and pressed his steely manhood into the apex of her thighs. His stiff flesh abraded her clit through the fabric of her jeans.

“Oh.”

The sensation that gripped Ella, had her hands tightening on Wolf’s shoulders. She had to hold onto something as her sanity slipped away. Wolf growled a wildly erotic sound, as her nails scored his biceps.

“Aw, hell, Ella. God, you tempt me.” Wolf set her down, and stepped back. “I should get you back home.”

As much as Ella wanted to deny it, she knew Wolf was right. She would’ve let Wolf do whatever he wanted with her. Ella thought she was ready for that, but what would she do tomorrow when the bubble burst, and things were back to her version of normal.

Perhaps it’s better not to know what I’m missing.

“Okay. I bet Wright is doing the pee pee dance.”

“I nearly forgot Killer. Great! Now he won’t let me take you out anymore.”

Ella snickered at Wolf. She appreciated the way he dissipated the awkward tension, instantly making her feel at ease. He interlaced his fingers with hers as he walked her back to the clubhouse. Ella refused to feel overly disappointed.