He pressed his groin into her stomach seeking friction but it was not enough. He tried to hook her leg on his hip but the stupid dress was not allowing it. A growl worked its way from his mouth and into her open one, their breaths mingling together. He let go off her ass only to use his claws to slash the dress from her thigh to her ankle on a single slash.
Rita felt a sharp sting on her left knee, she winced when greedy hands hooked her left leg around his hip. Wait. Her dress did not have a slit. She looked at the leg he had hooked Aon his hip. A thin trail of red blossomed against her skin. A hand of his left where he had perched it on her back and made for her neck again. What was she doing?!
Was she really going to hump this guy here? At the top of the stairs? With a generous crowd downstairs? Moreover, he was her boss and from her own past and recent experience he was a cold and insensitive bastard when it came to the subject and what of everything that had gone on in the past few days. How could she have forgotten that so easily? Even if she did have sex with him right here, right now, he, or his wolf more specifically, would just be using her as a quick way to get rid of whatever frustration Samuel carried around.
And she would be damned before she was used as a tool again. Especially by him. He ground his crutch into her underwear and she could not steel herself against the onslaught in time. Sensation rocked through her and she moaned, all thoughts cast aside as she moaned and rocked back. She moaned in pleasure and self hatred.
He lifted her higher against the wall, so he would not have to bend so much when he made for his next prize. He pulled down the material covering her chest with his teeth. Her right breast bounced out and a dark nipple greeted him, pebbling under his breath. He blew on it and he felt her shiver. He purred in appreciation before taking the dark nipple into his mouth.
Her hands flew to his head, keeping his mouth planted over her breast as he licked, sucked and bit her into oblivion. Heat pooling in her core while he continued to stroke her through her underwear. She could not make a coherent sentence or word even if she tried.
The spell broke when they heard a clatter of metal trays. Her hands flew off his head and her head turned towards the direction of the noise. Samuel released her breast and growled low in the direction her head was turned to. Dear lord, someone's had been watching them. The rush both hot and cold air made her nipple ache while the possibility of their situation made her panic.
She pushed against him this time. Not a hard push but one with just enough power to get his attention. He gave her his eyes and hers eyes pleaded with them.
She looked at him, her face said everything she could not voice. She knew she was in the palm of his hands. To continue or stop was up to him but the small tears in her eyes told him which one he would pick. He went back to her breast and flicked her nipple with his tongue. Her hands hammered on his shoulders with fever before he let her down. She had thought he would have continued. And he wanted to. He wanted to have his fill before the humane side of this body bound him for goddess knows how long.
Rita scrambled to cover up her breast back up, still leaning against the wall so her legs would take time to remember how to work again. Her lipstick was definitely more than smudged, the evidence being all over his lips.
Her gown was a mess and the blood on her leg was trailing down to her shoe. She kept her eyes glued on him, she had to get out of here before he tried anything again.
****
/THE NEXT DAY/
Samuel woke up to a splitting headache, the more worse case of blue balls and a terrible feeling that he was forgetting something.
He bolted up from where he was sitting and the headache slammed him hard. He grunted in pain and his vision swam. What did he have last night? He scrunched his eyes closed for two minutes before everything settled. He opened his eyes and winced because of the bright light. With a few blinks, his eyes adjusted and he took a look at his surroundings. He was in his bedroom with the blinds drawn. Well most of the blinds drawn. Wait, when did he get back to his apartment?
Samuel searched his memory but everything came up blank. All he remembered was badly wanting to leave the event. He did not recall actually driving home, then how did he get here?
He scanned the large room for any clues as to what happened last night but he found none. It was not a hooker, if it was she would still be in the apartment, he would not still have his clothes on and besides the air did not carry the scent of sex. But it did carry the scent of two different colognes and the scent of perfume. He got off the bed and standing he took in a breath through his nose.
Two burly men, he recognized in an instant. Carlisle and Satish from reception were the owners of the cologne, their own individual scents mixed in with it. He caught the scent of sex on himself then. It was on his pants. There were other scents bit his head choose that time to bring him down with an unexpected headache. He winced sharply. He had not and did not smell alcohol anywhere on him or around him, so what was causing this could not have been alcohol.
He hated being left in the dark. Of recent, it had started to prove detrimental. To his plans and or to his life.
*****
He got to the office, happy to see the security team was implementing the new measure he had spoken of earlier. And happy to hear that the unveiling and the event itself had been a great success. He was happy, ecstatic even. Who would not when the completion and success of this event meant he could go back home. The thought of wide open plains and the vast thick forests and the white rush rivers excited the wolf in him and he had to reign it in.
He winced when he made his first attempt and it sent prickles of awarenesses up his spine. The wolf did not want to reigned in anymore. Understandable. The full moon was only two days away but he had never acted this way before. Ever.
Strange.
Samuel stepped out of the elevator and walked into his office. He found Rita by her desk. Overtime his obsession with her diminished, which was a good thing right? Until it reared its head every now and again. It was a mess. A real mess. Right now he felt like hugging her tightly but instead he threw her a casual good morning and watched in utter shock as she flinched before she concealed her discomfort and answered back.
“What's wrong Rita? You don't seem as happy as everyone else right now.” he asked, concern ringing in his tone.
She gave him a stare in return. A critical one, he could tell. There was slight disbelief, anger and fear in her eyes. She masked that up too before her gaze went back to the files on her desk. But it was too late. He had already seen it. He came closer and he watched her back way from his approach. Her reaction puzzling him further. “Rita?”
“I don't know if you have actually forgotten or just pretending.” she whispered under her breath before raising her voice so he could hear. “Nothing Sir.”
He caught on to her erratic heartbeat and the shaky breaths that she took into and let out of her lungs. Not to mention the smell of fear coming from her. The smell of fear, anxiety and lies. Whatever it was she was hiding, it was not just nothing.
“And what is it that I have forgotten or am currently pretending to forget, hmm?” he asked, drawing closer. The scent of her fear and the promise of something sweet enticing him.
What was she referring to? He backed her up to the edge of her desk, her growing fear making her stumble. Did it have something to do with what she was wearing? A grey cotton long sleeved turtleneck and wide legged black pants. The clothes did not seem of much consequence but they were inside with central heating. To think of it, this was the first time he had seen her in a turtleneck. Everything from her neck down was covered. He did not like that. He wanted it off.
“Go on Rita.” he said.