3. Instinct
Oliver
All the nerves I’d felt when I first got to the cafe had vanished.
Well, maybe not all.
But I knew one thing. I wanted him. I wanted him so fucking much that it’d been almost impossible to sit still at the cafe.
I was suddenly very glad that I’d taken off a few days from work. I’d had an inkling that I’d want this weekend to myself, but now I realized it wasn’t meant for solitude—it was meant for us.
How long had that date even lasted? Fifteen minutes? I’d put him on his knees, learned three things about him, and now I was speeding to my house so I could bend him over my bed and fuck him.
It wasn’t like me to be this impulsive, but instinct was driving me. Maybe he was right about me being affected by his condition.
His condition appeared to be about ten inches long and thicker than a fucking beer bottle.
A text chimed on my phone, popping up on my car’s dashboard. I winced when I saw it was my kids checking in on me.
Steel made a sound. “Do you want to message them back?”
“Uh . . . Yes, otherwise they’re going to harass me while we’re busy. Oh, damn it.”
My phone started ringing and I grimaced. Steel laughed and leaned forward, pressing the answer button for me.
I shot him a look, but his smile was contagious. When he wasn’t worried about doing something wrong, he was a lot happier and relaxed.
I pulled my attention from him and focused on the road and the fact that Jess was on the phone.
“Hi, darling,” I said. “I'm still on my date.”
“Oh my god,” she hissed. “And you picked up?! Are they with you?”
“Yes, he is,” I said patiently. “And the phone is on speaker since I’m driving.”
“Oh.”
“Hi,” Steel said with ease. “I’m Steel.”
“Hi, Steel,” she chimed. “Uhmmmmmm, well. Okay. Sorry to interrupt. I’ll check in later.”
“How about I check in on you?” I asked. “I figure you’ll be out with your sister tonight.”
“Oh, yeah. We’re going to a party.”
I bristled at that. I always had to remind myself that they were adults now and would be smart. “Be safe,” I said. “I love you.”
“Love you too. Have fun.”
Well she didn’t have to sound so smug. The call ended and I exhaled. “Sorry,” I mumbled. “Not exactly setting the mood.”
“I don’t think you realize how nosy my family is,” he laughed. “I would not be shocked if my sister showed up on your doorstep at some point to interrogate you about your intentions.”
“My intentions, huh? I don’t think either of our families need to know that.”
He barked out a laugh as I turned down my driveway, slowing my car as the tires crunched over gravel.
Fuck, I really couldn’t believe I was doing this. Just an hour ago, I’d been tempted to drive away from Creature Cafe and never look back. Now I had a hot werewolf who was twenty-one years younger than me in my passenger seat.
“You know, I like that you aren’t hiding me from them,” he said. “Well, our date. Although do they know I’m not a human?”
“Yes,” I said. And I decided not to add what they’d said about that, because it’d been inappropriate.
“I feel like it’s becoming more and more common for humans to know about the monster world, but maybe I’m wrong.
I just know Jess has always been able to see through the glamours that make monsters look human.
And my wife, well, her best friend was a harpy. Or, is. Her name is Cela.”
“Oh! I know Cela,” he said.
“Really?” I parked the car and looked over at him, surprised.
“Yes. She works at an office that’s run by a friend of the family, Inferna.”
I grinned. “Warts & Claws?”
He nodded. “Yep. You know, I interned there for a bit, but I can’t stay in an office. It drives me wild, and not in a good way. I have to do work with my hands.” His eyes narrowed, full of amusement. “I wonder if we’ve ever met before.”
“You and me?”
Steel smiled. “Yeah.”
“I think I would have remembered you.”
Steel’s fangs flashed in the sunlight as he opened the door and climbed out of the car. I got out and led him up the steps to the porch, unlocking the front door.
He followed me inside, and the moment the door shut, I turned to face him.
Steel’s gaze sharpened and he swallowed hard. Nervous. So nervous. I was too, though.
I needed my hands to be on him. I was already hard, and all I could think about was what it would feel like for him to suck me.
“Can I touch you?” I whispered.
“Yes,” he said. “Please. Touch me. Push me. Fuck me. Be rough or gentle or whatever you want. I just want your hands on me.”
His words lit a fire in my heart. I shoved him against the wall hard enough that it rattled. My hands smoothed over his bulky chest, his fur smooth beneath his shirt, his cock creating an outline in his pants, pressing against the fabric and desperate to escape.
Steel leaned down as my mouth opened for him. His tongue slid across mine and I groaned. It was different, kissing him, but I loved it. My dick hardened to a painful degree as our kiss consumed us both. Pleasure sparked, low in my stomach, melting me.
Fuck. I wanted more. I needed more.
I slid the back of my hand around his neck and gripped gently, giving his fur a tug until his eyes lit up and his knees hit the floor. Even kneeling he was tall, but it put his head right at my chest level.
“Good boy,” I murmured, running my fingers through his fur around his neck. It was a little longer there, easier to grip.
Steel let out the softest moan. “I like it when you say that.”
“I can tell. And I like good boys.” I tipped his face up. I swallowed hard as I looked down at him. “What do you want to do together?”
“I want you,” he whispered. “However you’ll have me. Anyway you’ll have me. I’m desperate.”
“I think it makes sense to just have good sex first,” I said. “And then maybe talk about . . .”
“Kinks.” He nodded eagerly. “A lot of kinks.”
My mouth was suddenly dry. I wondered just how much he’d be into, and what the two of us would align on.
There was so much I wanted to know about him.
His claws grazed over my thighs, and I didn’t stop him as he unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans. My breath hitched as he tugged them down with my briefs, and took my cock into his warm grip.
“Too much?”
“No,” I said. “You’re doing great.”
A shiver worked over him, and I looked down between us, noting that there was a wet spot on his pants. I moved my leg a little closer to him until my shin was pressed against his hard length and he groaned.
I wasn’t sure how, but at some point, I wanted to take every iron inch I could feel pressed against me right now.
“If we need to stop, we stop,” I said. “If you need to slow down, we slow down. I know we’re jumping in fast, but I don’t want either of us to get hurt. Okay?”
“Okay.” His breath was hot, making my cock jump. “I’m going to hump you if you keep your leg there.”
I applied more pressure, enjoying his rumbling growl. “Hump my leg then, but suck my dick while you’re at it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
It was easy with him. The air buzzed with need around us, and every movement and want and touch was in sync. I gasped as he opened his jaw and his tongue darted out, wrapping around my cock, working me as his hips started to rock instinctively.
Holy fuck. My head tipped back as pleasure battered me. I planted my weight to keep myself from falling as he started to pump his length against me, the sound of his tongue on my cock vulgar and noisy and perfect.
“Steel,” I grunted. “Fuck.”
My heart pounded in my chest as I pushed my hips forward. He took all of my cock, moaning around me. My eyes flew open and I looked down at him, watching as he bent over to suck me, all while he thrust his hips against my leg, humping me.
I was a stranger, for lack of a better word. And yet, here he was in my house. On his knees, sucking me like his life depended on it. Fuck.
All my senses went wild. I pushed my leg harder against his cock and slid my fingers through his fur, gripping as I fucked his fanged mouth.
“That’s it,” I huffed. “Gods, you take my cock well, pup.”
Steel immediately stiffened and I cursed under my breath. Had I gone too far? I was doing everything wrong and I knew better than to just drop a name like that—
His bulky arms were suddenly sweeping me up. “Where is your bedroom? I need to pleasure you. Please.”
“Down the hall,” I rasped. “At the end.”
I’d never been swept off my feet before, and certainly not with my dick hard and dripping pre-cum.
Steel carried me down the hall and bumped the door open, not even pausing to take in my room and how it was sort of a disaster right now.
I’d torn through my closet this morning trying to find the perfect shirt, only to second-guess it ten times.
He took me to my bed and laid me back, settling his weight down, his knees hitting the floor as he pushed my thighs apart. He wasn’t being commanding about it, though. Every act was done as an act of service, and we both knew that’s what he wanted.
It was what I wanted too.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this turned on. Even just the way he watched me made me horny. There was something feral between us, and it was hard to care about anything else in the world other than being with him.
“Good boy,” I groaned as he took me even deeper into his mouth. “You’re such a good boy for taking this cock for me.”
My hips thrust up, eyes on him. Never leaving his golden moon gaze, even as my fingers dug into the blankets.
He dragged his tongue down my shaft to my balls, sucking and licking them gently.
I wasn’t sure what was coming over me, but I needed to tell him what to do.
I’d always preferred being dominant in the bedroom, but this desire to be in complete control was more intense than I’d ever felt.
To set the pace, to give commands, to demand submission.
With him, it was instinct. Maybe there was something inside me that was responding to him, something he was awakening.
I spread my thighs apart. “Lower. I want you to rim me.”
“Yes, Sir,” he whispered.
I didn’t have a chance for my thoughts to even catch up before he was pushing my thighs back and his tongue slid lower. My moans grew louder as my pre-cum dripped onto my stomach, my body tensing.
I was already so fucking close and we were just getting started.
“I’m not going to last long,” I grunted. “Fuck, it’s been too long since I’ve been touched, Steel.”
His claws dug into my thighs as his tongue circled my hole, prodding me gently. He whimpered against my ass, and I heard the sound of his hand sliding up and down his cock.
“No,” I called out. “Don’t touch yourself. Not yet. I’m going to take care of you, I promise.”
He took a break for a moment, panting. “I’m right on the edge. If I make you come, I may just come too.”
“No,” I growled, lifting my head to look up at him.
Steel stared at me for a moment, and then let out a soft growl. “Yes, Sir.”
His tongue circled my hole again, this time even more demanding. I arched against the bed as he eased it inside me.
“Fuck!” I cried, my body jerking.
My orgasm slammed into me, a tingle in my lower spine that turned to a flame. Hot cum burst from my cock, jerking all over my abdomen, coating me with a few spurts. I gasped as Steel suddenly eased back and licked up to the pools of cum, savoring my taste.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him, still breathing hard.
Damn. That’d been perfect. And I was greedy. Really fucking greedy.
“Get on the bed,” I said. “Lay on your back for me. And take off your clothes.”
He leaned back and pulled them off quickly. My mouth dropped when his cock came free. I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen anything like it.
Steel swallowed hard. “You okay?”
“Of course,” I said, patting the bed next to me. “More than okay. You have the best damn cock I’ve ever seen.”
Steel cracked a grin and crawled onto the bed next to me. The frame groaned under us as he flipped over onto his back, his dick heavy and thick. I blew out a breath as I rose up next to him, realizing I needed to straddle his thigh in order to stroke him the way I wanted.
Pre-cum dripped from the slanted head. Every vein stood out, thick and bulging. At the base of his cock was a knot, the same dark red as his shaft.
“I’m going to have to work up to this,” I said, shaking my head. “But we’ll get there.”
He beamed with pride. “I’m sure we will. I want you to fuck me too.”
I nodded as I closed both hands around his shaft. “Believe me, I will. Hopefully tonight. Well, unless you need to go and then we can always plan to—”
“Oli,” he whispered. “I’m all yours this weekend. For as long as you’ll have me.”
Could he just stay? I pushed that thought out of my head and I leaned over, guiding the tip of his cock toward my lips.
“Remember, Steel,” I reminded him. “You don’t come until I say so.”