3. Chapter 3
Isla said goodnight, left me at my door, and I sat in my room, alone.
The furniture consisted of a small double bed and a table with an uncomfortable chair next to it.
A single window with beige curtains looked out over the main street.
Not luxurious by any standards, but enough for me.
I’d gotten by with far less. I stared at the wall, wondering why I was here, if it was related to her.
I glanced at the clock, wondering if Isla was still awake. I tapped on the solid wall between our rooms. A few seconds later there was a response, a light knock, and I smiled. It wouldn’t hurt to get reacquainted and, like all lycans, touch connected me to others in a way that nothing else could.
Her door opened before I had a chance to knock and her green eyes told me that she knew I was coming, that I couldn’t stay away. I leaned down to kiss her, the familiar sensation even better than the memory I kept packed away for when I was experiencing the crush of loneliness.
“Do you want to come in for a drink?”
“I’m not really in the mood to drink.” I replied, teasing her. She knew why I was there and wanted it too. The scent of desire filled the space between us and I breathed it in, the anticipation making me hard.
“Neither am I.” She opened the door and I walked in — her hot gaze causing me to question who was predator and who was prey. I surveyed the room and she slinked closer, using every ounce of her feminine charm to full effect. She knew the power she held over me and didn’t mind flaunting it.
Suffering from prosopagnosia meant that it was almost impossible to read the subtle cues that women used to seduce a man, but I already knew Isla’s and they weren't exactly subtle. She had never been shy about taking what she wanted, and the thing she wanted right now was me.
“How long has it been?” She asked.
“Palm Springs,” I replied. That had been a very good weekend — easy case, lots and lots of free time, nowhere else to be. “In the pool and the living room and the kitchen. Was that all?”
“You forgot the car. That was my favorite part,” she purred, backing away, but making it abundantly clear that she wanted to be pursued.
I took a step towards her and she pushed me onto the bed, hiking up her pencil skirt and straddling me, the lace at the top of her stockings exposed enticingly. I was already so hard that my jeans were uncomfortable and as she shifted her hips, she smiled, knowing exactly what she was doing.
She pressed her lips against mine as she rested her hands on my chest. The kiss intensified as my hand cupped her firm ass, then drifted up, tracing the curve of her back and tangling in her hair.
I moved my attention to her smooth neck, brushing my lips against the soft skin, then ripping her blouse open in one smooth motion.
“What the fuck, Max! This is a five-hundred-dollar blouse.”
“How much are they paying you?” I asked. She laughed, the sound turning into a moan as I tugged down the lace of her thin bra and pulled her rosy nipple into my mouth.
“Not enough to put up with this shit,” she murmured, bemused, as I pulled her closer, my rock hard cock threatening the integrity of my zipper as she ground her soaked pussy against me.
My knot swelled, pushing out from the base of my dick. It was one of the myriad of reasons why relationships with human women were few and far between. They saw it and assumed it was a defect or disease; that assumption was almost better than the truth.
Isla loved it and she slid onto the floor, working my zipper down, then reaching into my jeans and pulling out my heavy cock.
She smiled as she slid her tongue across the bony bump and wrapped her lips around it before returning her attention to my shaft, her lips pressing against the soft skin, lingering gently before taking me into her hot mouth.
Her green eyes locked onto mine and she teased me mercilessly, trying to get it to extend, but it didn’t work like that.
At least, I didn’t think so. The stiff protrusion would lock me into my mate, keeping us bound together so she could be bred.
I’d never experienced a true mating, but the desire was always there, and a hint of the knot would appear regardless of who I was with.
I wanted to experience it, the act, but that would likely never happen — I’d left that life behind. This, on the other hand, would, and I was going to enjoy every second of fucking my fae paramour. I pulled her up, then pushed her onto the bed, her gaze locked onto my body as I undressed.
“Are you going to fuck me like a mate?” she teased, rolling onto her hands and knees, pushing her round ass up in the air as the soaked pink flesh between her thighs peeked out from between them.
Her scent was intolerable in the best way and if I could keep her locked in my room for the next week, fucking her all day, every day, it still wouldn’t be enough.
I wished I could have her like a mate, wanted to claim her, and I hated when she did this, pushing my buttons mercilessly, teasing me, then pulling away.
She arched her back and I slid my fingers through her juicy slit, then pushed them inside, sliding my tongue around her puckered asshole as I teased her clit with my finger.
Her moans filled the room, likely spilling out into the hall, but I didn't care, I deserved this.
Deserved to be happy for a few brief minutes in my otherwise miserable life.
Her body was incredible, soft and curvy in all the right places, firm everywhere else and she was always game for whatever I had in mind.
She might play hard to get, but she wanted it as badly as I did, maybe more.
I fisted myself as I ran my fingers through her cunt, then pulled them to my nose to relish her scent.
She smelled like spring — floral, musky, sweet — with all the promise of what was about to happen.
The first few times had been frantic, rushed, but I realized that it was so much better if I took my time, made her beg me for it.
She didn't mind begging.
“Well?” She sounded impatient and I laughed.
“What's the hurry? You have somewhere you need to be?” That set her off and she rolled onto her back, pulling aside her ripped shirt, pinching her thick nipple and rolling it between her fingers enticingly as she waited.
“I'm sure I could get Culver in here to take care of you if you're that impatient. He was definitely interested.”
A pillow flew towards my head and I ducked, frowning theatrically as I walked towards the door. “You think I'm joking but I'm dead serious.”
“Max!” She shrieked, then hopped off the bed and grabbed my arm. “You wouldn't dare.” She was surprisingly strong for someone her size, but a few seconds later, I had her pinned against the wall, her legs wrapped around me and I eased inside her, the sensation even better than I remembered.
My knot extended slightly and Isla moaned, the sound filling the room as she tugged off the torn remnants of her shirt and bra.
Her breasts were full and soft, her rosy nipples sharp little peaks brushing against my chest as I thrust, our lips locked together as I tried to keep her quiet, but, as always, she was determined to let everyone know that she was getting thoroughly drilled and enjoying every second of it.
“Saints! Fuck!” She screamed as I drove harder and deeper, pushing the slightly raised knot inside and as her back arched against the wall, I sucked her nipple between my lips as she climaxed, then turned around and tossed her onto the bed.
She peeled off the rest of her clothes, leaving nothing but the stockings, then stared at me, her breath ragged as she backed away.
I could almost hear her heartbeat, could smell sex oozing off of her.
I gave myself a minute to calm down. To reset.
This would be it for who knew how long and I wasn't ready for my hard won prize to be discarded yet.
We'd never mentioned exclusivity and I'd never asked if she was seeing anyone else, but it had been almost a year since I had been with another woman. I only craved her, then the woman from earlier came, unbidden, into my thoughts and I froze.
“What?” Isla asked breathlessly as she reclined against the pillows. “Are you done?”
“Do I look like I'm done?” I tried to turn it into a joke, pointing at my raging erection.
“You’re thinking about something? The…thing from earlier?”
Fuck.
There was no way I could lie. I'd been caught. She grabbed my hand, but this time, I didn’t let her in.
“It’s nothing.” I stopped myself from saying unlike you.
Isla didn’t want to hear that, she was here for a good time, not to soothe my battered ego.
She kissed me again, letting it go, then mounted me, our lips locked together as her hips shifted, adjusting to me again.
I wrapped my fingers around her neck, fantasizing for the umpteenth time about what it would feel like to claim her, to give her my mark.
I’d never done it before, but the thought made my knot extend further, searching for a way to lock her to me, but she wasn’t built like that.
She liked it, though, and her moans grew louder with each stroke, her back arching as she sat up, riding me faster, her tits bouncing as her frantic movements drove me to the edge.
I rolled her onto her back, pinning her hands over her head, erupting inside of her, my balls emptying as my body shook and I kissed her neck, her body quivering beneath me. I hated that I was so distracted. She deserved my full attention and I couldn't summon it.
My lips met hers again, the fantasy of marking her fading as my heartbeat slowed and I forced myself back into reality. The Isla I knew and loved was back and she stared at me, stroking my chest with her perfectly manicured fingernails, but there was something she was hiding, even I knew that.
“You deserve to find someone, Max,” Isla whispered as I softened inside of her. “I wish it could be me.”
That hit hard and I tried to push it down, away from my consciousness, but her words lingered like a bad taste, and I wondered if the emptiness that consumed me would ever really go away.