Second Chances E-Book

Arya Hucovv

• Herausgeber: Boruma Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

Natasha has had her heart broken before. Terrified of getting hurt, she closes herself off, pursuing relationships only if she's certain that there's no future in it. Travis isn't allowed to waltz into her life and pretend nothing's changed between them, but he does exactly that but there's something about his magnetic gaze that renders her completely weak-kneed and helpless to resists.

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Natasha gulps and her eyes fasten to his lips. When she agreed to go on a date with him earlier, she hasn't expected desire to take control so abruptly and for him to seize control so powerfully. She doesn't even know his last name.

Not that it matters. He's hot and she's horny. He's one of the students in the acting class that the theater allowed into the studio for the day. He's one of the best looking men in the group, his ebony skin a sharp contrast against all the blonds in her class. And his muscles are a thing of beauty in itself, bulging impressively every time he moved.

She agreed to go out with him because he had a dashing smile. Sadly, there wasn't much going on for him beyond that. It's clear he's not very talented in the craft. The most important part of success in this industry is knowing the right people and kissing up to the right crowd. She is a small player in a big theater and while her position is irreplaceable for now, it doesn't grant her any power either. She knows she will continue playing center stage because the stage director favors her, thinks of her as something of a stray pup that deserves a second chance in life, much like the character she portrays.

Instead of kissing up to the people who matters, Luke surprises her by approaching her instead, asking her out or a date, of all things.

Unfortunately for him, he isn't even able to proof himself capable of carrying on an interesting dinner conversation, asking inane questions about what she did in the theater company, how she managed to get the position, how her experiences are like growing up an orphan... How would she know? It's not like she has anything else to compare it to.

Thankfully, once he makes his intentions clear, things turn pretty interesting pretty quickly. She is immensely grateful that he is looking for carnal pleasures rather than a meaningful connection. She would have been bored to death otherwise.

Leseprobe

Werewolves & Submission 1

Second Chances

BDSM | Werewolf | Public

by Arya Hucovv

Copyright 2020

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.

This steamy romance story involves an Alpha Werewolf and an inexperienced young human female. It has scenes with public humiliation (public fingering), domination and submission, bdsm, exhibitionism & voyeurism, and plenty of steamy werewolf sex.

Chapter One: Exhibitionism

"You're more beautiful in person than in your pictures," the man sitting next to her says, gazing deep into her eyes and she is so stunned by the compliment that she freezes for a good few seconds.

It's not that she doesn't get complimented often, she just wasn't expecting him to compliment her while he's fingering her. Her face flushes completely red. Her pussy walls clench around his fingers, soft and wet, full of nerve endings that he rubs against, making her squirm and whimper. She bites back the rest of the noises and tries to keep herself from making more.

"I bet your pussy is beautiful too," he whispers, his other hand resting on the small of her back.

It's lewd and terrible for him to say this sort of thing out in public. It's considered inappropriate because you never know who's eavesdropping. Werewolf children are particularly guilty of this little trick, listening in on conversations they shouldn't be privy to with their enhanced hearing. But they are in an adult-only restaurant now. This sort of behavior, while not encouraged outright, is not illegal either as long as they're careful not to get caught, that is.

"You look absolutely ravishing tonight," he says.

"Thank you," she manages at last, growing a little tired of his compliments. Yet, her voice comes up in a high squeak when his finger curves inside her, touching a part of her that sends jolt after jolt of pleasure up her spine, severing control over her own body as she gasps out loud again, her back arching, creating a beautiful curve of her spine that makes his grip on her back tighten a little more.

"Careful," he says, his fingers drifting up to curl around the back of her neck.

He knows he has to slow down. He should wait until they're truly alone before he brings things further. The crowd around them aren't looking their way, seemingly unaware of what they're up to, but he knows better. There are wolves among them too, men and women with enhanced sense of smell capable of figuring out exactly what's going on under the table. An unreasonably possessive part of him wishes to keep them in the dark about it, but the voyeuristic part of him absolutely revels in it.

There's chit chat all around them, white noise that makes little sense to any eavesdropper unless they're really paying attention to a singular conversation. It's too early in the night for their peers to be drunk enough to ignore them if he decides to take it to the next level and bend her over the table, fuck into her pussy and make her come like that.

Like most wolves, he is possessive about what he deems to be his and even though he hasn't known her for very long, his wolf has already decided to claim her as his pack, property.

His apartment is only a ten-minute drive away, but he feels it's too far away and he doesn't want to stop.

She seems to be thinking the same, pressing her back against his palm and tilting her hips forward, gyrating to his finger, desperate to feel more of the maddening pleasure he is teasing her with by curling and splaying his fingers inside of her and then slowly pulling out, the pads of his fingers rubbing her insides, making her keen and whimper filthily. If there's anyone listening in on what they're doing, they will figure it out immediately just from the noises she's making.

The heady scent of arousal coming from her body is making it hard for him to reign himself in. Gods. The scent of arousal coming from a human is truly different from arousal from a fellow Werewolf. It's hard, finding human lovers, being what he is. Most humans are exceptionally wary of dating Werewolves because they - he - gets possessive too quickly.

Pressure builds inside him, heat growing in his groin and his erection tenting his pants. There's a blush on her cheeks that he longs to lick and the slight part of her lush lips makes him want to surge forward and suck them into his mouth. He wants her writhing in his bed, squirming beneath him as he pounds into her, filling her with his cock until he comes and fills her full of come. He would knot her, he knows that from scent alone.

There aren't many lovers that he finds himself immediately compatible with, but he knows he is with her. The lust is palpable in the air and his cock twitches with avid interest, straining to be free inside his pants.

Her breath hitches in her throat and her body responds in delightful ways as he pumps his fingers in and out of her under her soft, silk dress. Her walls throb around him, squeezing his fingers in her tight heat like her body is trying to pump him dry.

When he pushes a third finger deep, she lets out a low, keening noise that draws the attention of the couple in the booth opposite theirs, the only table with a view of their table. He chose the location specifically for the illusion of privacy that each both is able to provide and that decision is paying off beautifully.

The woman eyes them suspiciously, and then her eyes light up like she's figured it out and she blushes prettily, quickly looking away.

"Ah, ah," his mouth little lover gasps, rocking into his fingers, unable to control her body for a second longer. It's exquisite, how easily she relinquishes control to him, letting him finger fuck her out in public like this.

He can't help but be mesmerized by the way her breasts rises and falls, bouncing perversely in the low-cut dress. He longs to tug it just a little more, exposing her nipple to the couple. The woman is looking away now, embarrassed, but he hears her telling her lover what she thinks they're doing and the man is grinning wolfishly, staring with barely concealed jest.

She fights to remain still in the crowded restaurant, her eyes clenched shut, too embarrassed to open them and figure out if they've been caught. It's endearing.

"Open your eyes," he says and she's such a delight, opening them straightaway despite the way her heart is all but beating out of her chest, like it's trying to escape.

Her gaze escapes downwards, focusing on the empty plate in front of he. Her fingers tremble in her effort to keep from clenching the napkin too hard and she is taking deep, shuddering inhales and long exhales that seem to mist in the cold air in front of them. The dim yellow lighting in the restaurant makes her long lashes glisten, fluttering slightly as she moans low and squeezes her inner thighs together in a feeble effort to keep him from fingering her more.

She can't move when he pinches her chin between his forefinger and thumb, lifting her gaze up to meet his. Her chin is cold and she is trembling slightly, even now. His touch elicits a delightful little jolt down her body, just a single innocent touch making her walls clench around his fingers.

His cock is so hard in his pants that he is worried about coming in them like a teenage boy, so he slides his fingers out her throbbing core with deep regret, wishing he could do more, but knowing that it is safer yet to take things elsewhere. Already, people are noticing, not just the table that can see them, but several tables down, where a Werewolf couple are enjoying their meal.

He's lucky that the staff on hand are all human and are still ignorant of what they've been up to.

"Perhaps we should take things somewhere more private," he says, his voice hoarse. He rubs his thumb along her trembling clit and feels his cock thicken even more by the way she shudders.

"That's- that's the best idea you've had all night," she says throatily, trembling hands reaching up to grasp the hand on her chin and press his palm to her lips.

He pulls his finger from between her legs and licks them clean, tasting the musk on them, finding her scent so raw and potent that precum leaks from his slit, wetting his boxers.

Unable to help himself any longer, he throws a handful of twenties on the table, more than enough to cover their meal, and pulls her to her feet.

Her dress slides down from her waist, where it had ridden up while he had been busy fingering her, and the couple in the table opposite makes a little noise, not quite a gasp, just a little gasp that makes her blush to a more brilliant shade of red when she realizes that their gazes are on the discarded panties on the ground.

To her horror, a waiter walks by and says, "Oh! You've dropped this." He bends down to pick it up and it only takes half a second for him to realize that he isn't holding a napkin in his hand, but her g-string.

She quickly snatched it back with a shrill, "Thank you!" and she all but runs out of the restaurant.

Chapter Two: Car

She's already waiting by the side of his car when he reaches it and he can't help the low chuckle that escapes his throat the mortified expression on her face, nor can he help himself from tugging her close to steal a kiss from those red lips he's been staring at all night long.

She's beautiful, her cheeks flushed, pupils dilated in obvious arousal. The fact that she isn't wearing any underwear under that skimpy dress that hugs to her breasts and waist, showing off her soft curves and perfect form, makes her even more desirable in his eyes.

He cradles the side of her face, feeling the warmth there.

"Did anyone say anything?" she asks, blushing so brightly after they part for breath.

"Nothing," he lies. There had been several Wolves who'd looked amused, and someone had mentioned that she must be a knot-chaser, a human who whores themselves out to Werewolves because they're addicted to their knots. It's a derogatory term, one he's heard a few times but never paid much attention to. He hopes she never catches wind of it either.

Public mating is acceptable these days, as long as it is somewhat public and there are no chances of being walked in on by underage humans. Wolves are very social and exceptionally public beings, reveling on being able to claim what's theirs openly.