Stefan’s POV
“Want some more?” I ask Gwen when I notice she has polished off the steak and potatoes I set before her a while ago.
She shakes her and grabs her empty plate as she stands. “No, I’m good,” she says, heading to the sink to clean it up. “Thanks for dinner.”
“My pleasure,” I say, my eyes following her every movement. Does she know how delectable she looks in that dress of hers?
It isn’t exactly body-hugging, but it skims softly over every curve that matters, so it’s not hard to imagine what’s underneath. Knowing that she has only got a pair of panties underneath isn’t exactly helping with my self-control. “What will you drink?”
She looks behind her shoulder at me, her dark eyes seeking mine. “Can I have a glass of wine? It’s been a while since I had one.”
Right. She had to stay away from alcohol while her body was deciding whether to transition or not. But now, she’s out of the woods. Which means she can drink, though only a little. Or actually want to fuck me without it just being because her body gave her no choice.
I shake my head to get that last line of thought out of my head.
“Got it,” I say, rising and heading for the cooler in the room. After taking out a wine bottle, I grab two glasses from an overhead counter and set them on the table.
There’s the clink of utensils as she puts the plate away before coming back around the island to take a seat. I pour her a glass then mine, before setting the bottle aside and sitting down too.
“Thank you,” she says, swirling the wine before lifting the glass to her lips. I watch her, waiting for her reaction. It comes soon enough. In the form of widened eyes and a moan that slips past her lips.
It’s a small sound, but it’s enough to send my mind back to that line of thought I was having earlier.
I haven’t touched her in a full week. It feels like months.
Her eyes rise to mine as she places her glass back on the island. “The wine is so good.”
My lips tug into a satisfied smile. “I’m glad you like it.”
“I love it,” she clarifies, taking another sip. “I might just get drunk on it,” she adds, chuckling a little.
I wonder what she’ll be like, drunk. Her face all flushed, and maybe I’ll get to hear that sweet laugh of hers more often. Maybe she’ll be more handsy too. Wine is, after all, an aphrodisiac…
I shake my head again. No. I can’t be thinking like that. I don’t want her to be drunk, or under the influence of wild hormones, when she comes to my bed again.
“Not yet,” I tell her. “While you can now have a taste, you shouldn’t get drunk until you’ve completely mastered your wolf.”
Her lips form into a pout and she wrinkles her nose. “Did I get excited too fast too early?”
I chuckle at her expression of displeasure. “Maybe a little.”
And no, I’m not just trying to get her to not drink too much because I’m hoping she ends up in my bed tonight. Alcohol and new werewolves don’t go well together. It’s easy to lose control over your beast while intoxicated. Even seasoned werewolves have to watch their consumption.
“I’ll be a good girl, then,” she says, lifting her glass. “Just the one.”
She keeps her eyes on me as she takes another sip, and I feel like she’s drinking from my very soul. Does she know what she’s doing to me? I shift on my stool, glad to have the island between us. That way, she can’t see the situation I’m trying hard to control behind my pants’ zipper.
I clear my throat and look away, drinking from my own glass.
Other than not wanting to tire her out given what has been going on with her body this past week, there’s one other reason why I haven’t tried to get her beneath me lately.
That fucker who apparently shares every breath I take.
Now, that…
That is the reason I’m fighting against every urge I’m getting to pull her on top of the island and kiss her hard. Then push that dress out of the way, shove her panties aside, and drive my hard length into her hot pussy.
Because the last time I was with her, I could feel him like a fucking second skin. I’ve tried to convince myself that I was imagining things, overthinking because of my mother's little tale.
But I know I wasn’t.
Besides, I can remember very well the glow on her face as I looked down at her, the reflection of my glowing eyes in hers.
He was there, alright.
And when I came, my entire body had been a tingling mess, as if something underneath my skin had been trying to get out.
I hated him taking over my body and wolf whenever he felt like it. But I hate him more for thinking he can try and get cosy with my woman. And what’s with him always showing up around her, anyway?
Before, I didn’t get that ring in my eyes unless I was primed to shift. Or when I was actively trying to hypnotise someone. Now, whenever things get a little hot and heavy with her, he’s there, looking on like the unwelcome third party he is.
If there was a way to shove him back to the unknown recesses of my mind, or wherever it is he exists when he isn’t trying to get all in my personal business, I would do it in a blink.
Downing the last of my wine, I get to my feet and grab the bottle to put it back into the cooler. One glass is more than enough for me too. I don’t want to make it easier for him to show up.
Maybe that’s the mistake I made that night. I had too much whiskey and maybe that’s why when she showed up, he was all over the place.
When I get back to the island, Gwen is done with her glass too, and I take it to the sink. “I guess we should call it a night now,” I say as I clean the glasses.
“Yeah,” she mutters.
When I’m through putting everything away and turn around, she’s still sitting there, watching me.
Craving some kind of contact with her, I go to her and reach for her hand. When she takes mine, I pull her out of her chair and lead her towards the exit. Maybe I can do with just holding her hand tonight.
I switch off the lights as we go, then head towards the living room and go for the staircase. I’m super aware of her hand in mine, her much smaller fingers gripping around my larger ones. The simple touch is enough to send an exciting thrum through my entire body.
When we get to our rooms, I let go of her hand and step back. “Goodnight, Gwen.”
She makes no move to go. Instead, she looks up at me through her dark lashes. “Are we abstaining now?”
I blink. Once, twice, letting the words register. Did I hear that right?
She drops her gaze and stares at the floor between us. “Or do you only respond to me when my body is like… that?”
I swallow, looking down at the woman in front of me. She has no idea what she’s talking about.
When I say nothing for far too many seconds, she looks up, her face flushed. “Forget I said that. I’m just…” She shakes her head, taking a step back towards her door. “It’s nothing.”
No, it’s not nothing. The woman I’m so wound up about, barely able to keep my hands off, thinks I’m not interested in her. So I’m gonna fix that.
I reach out and grab her hand, bringing it forward. She lets out a sharp gasp as I press her palm to the front of my slacks, where my cock has been straining for much of the night. “What do you think?”
Her eyes shoot up to mine, and I take much pleasure in her dilated pupils.
I take a step towards her, keeping her hand in place. She moves back instinctively and ends up with her back on her door. I place my free hand on the wood above her and lean my body in, caging her in. Then I move my hips, grinding my covered erection into her open palm, making sure she can feel exactly what she does to me.
Dropping my head to bring my lips closer to her ear, I ask, “Does that feel like someone who wants to abstain?”
Her throat moves as she swallows. She shakes her head.
“I’ve had that hard-on for you throughout dinner. Does that tell you enough about my response to you?”
A breathy “Yes” slips past her lips.
“It took a lot of restraint to not pull you on the island and shove my head between your legs. Or bend you over your chair and take you until you screamed my name. Does that settle your worries?”
“Stefan!” she moans, her palm closing around my erection of its own accord. The air is suddenly thick with the scent of her arousal, and I take it in with a deep inhale.
Yeah, I think this is going to be the end of me trying to keep my hands off her.
Pulling back, I keep my hold on her hand tight as I turn and move across the hallway to my door. I push it open and walk through, bringing her with me. Once the door is shut behind us, I push her against it. I put my hands under her thighs to hoist her up and as her legs wrap around my waist, I claim her mouth with mine.
Tonight, I take time to savour her taste. Tonight is different. It’s not like the other times when her body was driving her crazy with need and we had to be practical with things. Tonight, I can take my time, worship every inch of her body, and keep her on the edge for as long as I like. Tonight, I want to be the one driving her crazy with need until she’s begging me to just take her.
With her in my arms, I turn around and find my way to the bed. We get there safely despite the fact our faces are shoved together and I’m not exactly looking where I’m going.
I lay her on the bed, separating us for a second as she moves back to settle squarely in the middle of it. But just a second later I follow after her, looming over her before taking her lips again.
She wraps her legs around me, then presses her heels to my ass before pushing down. The action forces my lower body down to hers. A groan escapes my lips as my bulge nestles in the apex of her legs, separated from her feminine heat by my slacks. She starts moving her hips, grinding us together, and I know if she keeps that up, my plan to make her beg for it is going to crumble soon.
I let go of her lips and trail mine down her cheek to her ear, then to the side of her neck. Her head kicks back as her hands fist in my hair, pulling me closer. I lick, nip, and kiss her skin as I go lower. I push the straps of her dress down her arms, fully exposing her shoulders. I go lower, exposing more skin as I go, until her breasts are in my face, her hardened nipples begging for my touch.
Or kiss, I think, as I lean forward and envelop the right nub in my lips. While I kiss, lick, and suck her right breast, I tease the other with my hand, enjoying how her nub hardens even more under my touch.
Her body writhes beneath mine as she makes all sorts of sexy sounds. When I move my mouth to her other breast, I let my hand travel south, caressing her skin as it goes. When my fingers get to the soft curls above her sex, they stop. Then I move them around to the curve of her hip, and a sound of protest leaves her lips.
“Don’t stop,” she tells me, her lower body twisting in an attempt to follow my wandering fingers.
“Don’t stop what?” I ask around her nipple.
“Touching me.”
“I’m touching you.”
Another sound of protest leaves her lips. Then she whines, “Stefan!”
Fuck, she’s too sexy when she says my name like that.
Since she asked so nicely, I oblige, moving my hand back to the heat between her legs. The moment my thumb caresses her clit, more sexy words leave her lips—“God, yes.”
Fuck, yeah, I think.
I don’t need to go far before my fingers are soaked in her juices. “Is this all for me, Gwen? Did I make you this wet?”
“Yes,” she replies breathily, lifting her hips, bringing her hot core closer to my fingers.
I tease the tip of my middle finger around her opening, stroking her soft flesh but making no move to penetrate her. Even though I’m dying to. It’s been an entire week since I was inside her, and I feel like a starving man. But the wait is worth all the moans and ‘Pleases’ that leave her lips.
I finally abandon her chest and move the rest of my body down hers. I end up with my shoulders bunched up between her legs. All I need to do is lower my head and my nose is going to be where her intoxicating scent is coming from.
I look up at her, and the view I get is mind-fucking-blowing. Her long dark hair is sprayed in all directions, her face a soft shade of red, her eyes hooded as she follows me with her gaze. All I see in them is wild desire, and I know she’s down with me getting my lips where they are about to go.
Still watching her, holding her gaze, I finally dip that finger in her wet pussy. Her lips part as she takes in a heavy breath. I swirl the finger inside her, coating it with as much of her juices as I can. She begins moving her hips again, but it’s not time for that show. Yet.
Slowly pulling my finger out of her, I bring it to my mouth, part my lips, and then stick it in. My lips close around it as I suck her juices off it, my eyes never leaving hers once.
She stops moving and just stares, frozen. Enthralled.
My eyes shut as I savour her essence. Fuck, she tastes amazing, and I think I’ve dug myself into a hole I’ll never be able to get out of. Because eating her pussy is about to become one of my favourite things ever.
My eyes slide open again to find her still watching me. Her chest is rising rapidly, the tip of her tongue peeking through her lips.
Then she gasps, and I think she’s just mind-blown about the entire performance.
That’s until I see it.
The reflection in her eyes.
The glow on her skin.
Then I hear the growl in my head.
She’s mine.
I have no idea how I move. One second I’m between her legs and the next, I’m on the other side of the room, near the bathroom door.
“Stefan?” she calls, her face frowning. She rises, supporting herself on her elbows.
I yank the bathroom door open and disappear inside.
That asshole is here, and he wants to play.