The curse of the wolf

Pleasure denied

A small warning for somewhat hard and slightly kinky s*x.

*Griff*

I slide into the waiting limo, startling for a second when I see my brother in the shadows of the backseat. “f**k… what are you doing here?”

“I have an idea brother,” he flashes me a dark grin. “Something I would like to discuss with you, in private.”

“I am not in the mood, Llewelyn,” I mumble, leaning back in the seat. I want to enjoy the feel of her, of my mate’s essence lingering within me.

He shrugs, “Too bad. I have told your driver to take us to my place.”

I am also not in the mood for a confrontation, so instead I ignore him, closing my eyes and letting my mind wander. To her, to the scent of her, the feel, even at a distance. Everything about her ensnares my senses.

“Why don’t you just take her?” My brother suddenly says, pulling me from my thoughts. “You probably don’t even have to force her. You have your charms. Seduce her, have her and stop moping about.”

“You wouldn’t get it if I slapped you in the face with it,” I mumble.

I know he rolls his eyes as he mumbles something about suppressing one’s nature and always acting the hero. I am no hero, far from.

“You know the drill.” He hands me a silk scarf.

“Really?” I hold it up. “Are we still doing that?”

He nods. “I have to protect my interests and my pack. On with it.”

I put the scarf around my eyes, covering them. He is not wrong to hide where he lives, as I would happily slaughter the whole so-called pack of his, given the chance.

However, I do hate letting him help me out of the car after it stops, and leading me into whatever hole he calls home these days. I try to use my senses to determine where he takes me.

Finally, he removes the blindfold, revealing a luxurious office. I am not in the mood for conversation, so I head towards the bar and pour myself a Scotch, lacing it with wolfsbane from a vial in my pocket.

“Still slowly poisoning yourself,” my brother says. “Well, I guess we all have our kinks.”

I ignore him. The poison in small doses works a bit like a drug. I know it is a bad habit, and a dangerous one, but it helps me cope with this horrible world.

Two women enter the room, she-wolves by the scent of them. Young and beautiful, clad in skimpy clothing, no doubt here for the enjoyment of the men. I can’t help wondering why they do it, how my brothers persuade them into this life, but maybe he doesn’t ask.

“Would you like some company?” a female voice sounds behind me. I empty the glass in another mouthful and grind my teeth.

The thin facade, which keeps my wolf hidden behind the human forefront, trembles to let it loose as the poison kicks in.

I slacken my hold a little, and the canines push themselves out, I stop just before my mouth starts to elongate.

She flinches as I turn to her. It takes her a moment, and the sight of my now yellow eyes makes her take a step back, I bet she knows my reputation for killing off my brother’s pets. Before she can escape completely, I wrap my arm around her and pull her into me.

“Griff, is it really necessary?” Llewelyn scolds over from the armchairs. “Scaring girls is so last century.”

I utterly ignore the hidden threat in his tone of voice. Part of me wants to end her miserable existence. Part of me, the Wolf, wants something very different, high on our mates essence and the wolfsbane.

“Stop it.” My brother says. “I can read your mind from here. The first idea in your head, nope… girls like her are hard to come by. The second idea, much better, knock yourself out, enjoy.”

I smile, or my Wolf does. He and the poison are in control now. Maybe enough of her lingers with me to allow me genuine pleasure for once. I carry the woman over to the chair and seat her.

“Griff, say hello to Maríe. She is studying to be a nurse or was.” My brother turns his full attention to the girl like a true gentleman. “That was it, right?”

Maríe nods and smiles at me. Apparently, she has decided I am not going to kill her.

“A nurse? Fascinating.” I smile radiantly back. I take her hand and press my lips lightly against the warm skin. “I’m sorry if I scared you. I promise to be a good boy now.”

I release her hand but maintain eye contact. I know I can quite easily enchant most people. Females as well as males with slightly homosexual tendencies, if I so chose.

Bingo. There came the dilated pupils, and her little wolf heart pounds correspondingly faster.

“Come on,” I whisper in her ear. “Let’s… talk a little more privately.”

She shivers, and a faint blush spreads over her cheeks. When I hold out my hand to her, she takes it with a breathless sigh.

“Nice one!” My brother laughs. “I know no one who can seduce a woman as fast as you.”

I drag Maríe over to a couch arrangement at the far end of the office, while not shy, I have no desire to perform live porn.

“I’m not going to waste time making love to your ear canal before we get to the good stuff.” I step up behind her. “You are here to satisfy me, we both know that, but I promise it will be satisfying for you, too.”

I stroke her hair to the side and let my hand continue down her neck. The fine hairs rise and meet my palm as I drag down the zipper on the dress.

“So to be brutally honest, I just want to f**k you.” The dress falls to the floor, revealing her soft pale skin. “But every time you c*m, you will be oh so happy about it.”

She trembles slightly as I remove her bra with a single flick. When my teeth in the next moment nip her in the shoulder, she lets out a loud gasp.

“Shhh. I promise you, I will not bite, not too hard at least.” My mouth forms a gentle kiss up her slender neck. “Unless you don’t like me nibbling on you?”

“I do”. She whispers, slamming her head back.

I slip my arms around her, cupping her small perky breasts. All she needs is a feathery touch, then her n*****s strut happily. I release her breasts and let my hands slide down over her waist and slim hips.

“I love the French.” I smile, caressing her skin. “So sensual and easy to warm up.”

I pull the blonde hipsters off her ass and push her forward so she has to lean in over the back of the couch.

She willingly parts her legs for my hand. She is smooth, completely shaved and wet, I realise as my finger slips easily into her. She gasps and clenches my finger nice and hard.

I lift my finger in my mouth and let the taste seep down my throat and arouse the desire. It tastes of more than usual. I can thank my mates’ lingering presence for that.

I lift her up on the sofa back. The scent of arousal meets me as I spread her legs, sending a pressure wave of desire through my body. I hoist her legs up over my shoulders and bury my face in her p***y. The taste, the smell and her whimpers intoxicate me, and I eat her, lick, nip, and suck her, chasing pleasure I have been long denied. In my mind I try to imagine my mate, even though I know she would taste completely different.

She is moaning and squirming under me as the climax approaches. When she cums hard, I massage her clit with my tongue. Her taste is sweetened with endorphins, and I feel her pleasure pump through my brain, making my wolf roar.

I tip her down on the couch. It only takes me a moment to peel off my clothes and climb on top of her. Slowly, I push into her until I am completely sheathed. I will enjoy every inch that her warm love canal offers me. She willingly wraps her legs around me as I pull out and push into her again.

The first few hard thrusts send small subtle twitches throughout her body. I love it. I have so missed the little signals women give me when I take them the way they need. Her enjoyment is building up again, so I set the pace to meet her demanding hips. All the while trying to keep my mind blank and chase the pleasure.

My mouth seeks her hard n****e. Small nips with my teeth makes her ride faster towards redemption. She begins to tighten up around me. For a moment, I just enjoy the tight feeling around my c**k before leaning over her and firmly pulling her n****e with my teeth. She lets out a small whimper, which instantly turns into an orgasmic scream. I enjoy each contraction in her p***y.

My mind swims in an intoxication, from feeling the pleasure, from the poison clouding my head, from my mate. True pleasure however, demands more.

“I think you have had enough girlfriend s*x now.” I growl, fearing each moment that I will lose this window of having my senses almost fully. “Now for some real fucking.”

In one swift movement, I have her turned and put on all fours. She cries out as I drill right into her. I hold her with a firm grip on her hips, while combined with hard thrusts, I repeatedly pull her down over me. Her glistening juices flow over my d**k. I smile to myself. I did not read her wrong. She liked to be taken hard, the little wolf b***h.

“Tighten hard around my cock.” I order out between my clenched teeth. “And play with yourself.”

She tenses her muscles and tightens her grip on me. I feel as if my c**k is stuck, and I moan loudly with pleasure. I have to push hard to get properly into her. f**k, she is tight. I f**k her harder, demanding that she c*m again for me. As her little body shakes and gets ready to be sent over the edge, I grab at the blonde curls and pull her head back.

I gasp while the pleasure roars in my ears, and the room spins. My teeth pop out of my mouth and I feel the pupils change and sharpen my vision. God damn, I am turned on now, maybe this time, maybe for once…

“Enough.” The woman gasps, looking back at me. “It’s too much… you are getting too big.”

When she sees my wolfish eyes, I can see that she is about to let out a howl.

“If you start fighting, I’ll forget to be a good boy.” I tell her, drowning her objections behind a hand clamped over her mouth. “Now, not so prudish. I will not kill you or hurt you. I am not allowed to do that at all. You just feel so good that I can not get enough of you and I can not keep my wolf away.”

“I do not do this.” She moans as I ease my grip, probably meaning let herself get f****d by someone half changed to wolf form.

“Don’t worry, I do!”

I push her back down and she lets me, then I thrust into her. Intoxicated by the drugs and the pleasure, my wolf does not worry any longer whether she is satisfied. Now he seeks his own release. I take a firm hold on her hips and start pounding her almost violently. My motions are so fast that only a wolf can manage.

She cries out when I pump too deep into her, but I am too far gone to care about it. My wolf growls angrily. It wants it all and I pound faster into her.

The naughty little Maríe bucks beneath me. For a moment I consider whether I should go against my brother’s demands and kill her off, but a warning sound from him makes me catch a little sliver of control. I slow down. Instead, I moisten my thumb and rub it against her back hole.

She moans deeply and pushes against my finger, clearly wanting more.

“Oh you like that?” I slow a bit more and push my finger up into her tight canal.

“Oui, Oui!” She gasps and presses her ass down on my finger.

“Maybe I should f**k your ass then”. I spit a blob on her, in lack of anything better and push another finger up in her.

“Oh, yes, f**k my ass. I love that!”

If the lady asks… The feeling as the tip just pushes past the tight muscle makes me groan loudly. I enjoy every slow thrust, as the tight muscles slide farther and farther down my shaft.

I am so lost in the act now that the hairs stand up on the nape of my neck. Maríe is no doubt a good f**k. She tightens around me and forces me to f**k through.

To my surprise, she cums once more, as I pound her ass. I am still chasing my own end, but I already know it’s too late… I will be denied the full pleasure once again, and my wolf roars in anger and frustration, ready to lash out.

“That’s enough, Griff!”

I only realize that I am no longer on top of her as I fly through the room, my brother having sensed what was happening has pulled me off her, protecting his pack.

I lay there, where I land, cursing the witch who cursed me to never again know pleasure without my true mate.