June Palesa Elton throws her hands in the air, her small snatched waist and her bulging heart-shaped thick bottom moving to the beat. Nothing beats a night out at a club after a sour day. She screams out the words to Rihanna’s Cheers
Drink to that
with her glass of champagne held high. It was her jam and right now; it took her to heights of euphoria she was not sure she could ever achieve with her stuck-up attitude.
Before coming to Massachusetts, June had no desire to party or drink. But endless bottles of wine were now her usual routine after being in this shithole of a town for three weeks. To be frank, there was nothing wrong with the Red Moon Pack. As a matter of fact, it is settled in a thick forest overlooking a creek and high mountains. A sight for sour eyes, which hers were. The only problem was, it was not home. She felt like an intruder and though everyone was welcoming; she did not feel welcome.
After speaking to her therapist this afternoon, she knew it was all in her head but the feeling remained, plaguing her hence why she did not hesitate to slip into her flimsy thigh-length party dress when her cousin, Cora invited her to a girls’ night out. Most of the unmated wolves looked at her like she was a meal when she entered the club tonight. For once, she had ditched all the layers that hid her peach-shaped body. All of her thickness was on display tonight and the three shots of Hennessey had kicked her insecurities about the way she looks to the curb.
A cute boy dances behind her and she bends over, twerking on his groin. A growl halts the cute boy’s hands that were about to cup her ass cheeks. Wondering who had the nerve to end her fun night, she whips around to see a tall man with a rectangle muscular body that is visible through his thin vest and brown peanut butter truffle skin tone with jet-black thick wavy hair that cascades down his neck, framing his square rigid, defined face that has very thin lips and a meaty nose with wide nostrils.
There is nothing handsome about him. He was all hard and muscular. Time seems to have frozen as she watches him take one step to crowd her space. A powerful tug pulled at her somewhere inside of her, and she lost herself in the pools of his hooded brown eyes.
“Mine,” he growls through clenched teeth. June frowns at him. Did he just say what she thought he just said? “Mine!” he confirms by barking at a wolf that is ogling at her.
“Uh…” she starts but draws a blank as her eyes once again lock with his and she stares deep into them. Being near him left her panties damp with arousal. Her breasts felt heavy, and she bites her lower lip when it tingles in anticipation. The electricity between them was undeniable. Boldly, she presses her body into his, hating that there is a layer of clothes between them. She goes on tip-toe and softly touches her lips to his, his masculine musky scent flaring up her nostrils.
His hard, callused hands grip her waist, leaving a bruise in their wake. He smashes his lips against hers, his tongue forcing her lips to part and ravishing her. His intoxicating scent is making it hard for her to think straight and react to him, grabbing her legs and wrapping them around his waist so that their groins are grinding against each other. She moans into their kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck and grinding against his groin to relieve the pressure building in her lower stomach. Her bottom hits a table, and she suddenly realizes that all the noise is gone.
Reluctantly, she pulls back, looking about the jammed-up office they were in. She could see the lights from the club that was below them. A window overlooked the chaos of the club. All logic dissolves once again when his lips suckle on her neck. It was going to leave a mark and somehow, that turned her on even more. She clenches her thighs, trapping his body between hers in desperation. His big hand clutches onto her thigh roughly. In one swift tug, he rips her lace panties off and she moans in pure molten ecstasy when a finger touches her petals. It felt so good! Just being touched by him.
“Fuck!” she exclaims, spreading her legs and giving him access to all of her. It was insane. She didn’t even know thi… A strange animal noise leaves her lips when he sinks a digit into her wet folds, pumping in and in rhythm with his tongue. Her toes curled, her body shuddering, and she tried to find the release she was craving. He withdrew his fingers just as she neared the edge and she whimpered in pain. “What are you doing?” she asks desperately. He smirks, brings his finger to his lips, and licks it.
“Lie back,” he orders. She does as instructed. “Pull up your dress and spread your legs.” His big broad shoulders spread her legs further as he leans in, his face an inch away from her clitoris. An earth-shuttering orgasm ravages through her when he laps at her clitoris, sucking it with precision. Her weak body falls back onto the table she is on. Their pressure and tension were still there, as if she had not just relieved some of it. He moves his face from between her legs, up her body and his teeth scrape her hardened nipples through her dress before he smirks down at her. His brown eyes have turned to a shade of black.
“Mine,” he whispers into her earlobe before darting his dangerous tongue into her ear, mimicking the movements of his hips. They were dry-humping and feeling his clothed engorged dick on her nearer ends has her reaching for his drawstring track pants, her fake oval matte-painted nails digging into his flesh. Somehow, the thought of leaving marks on him has her clenching her sex. She yanks his pants down, his cock springing out of his pants.
It feels warm, silky smooth, and… meaty? She scoffs! That’s all she could come up with whilst touching an actual cock for the first time? It felt like it was a living organism as it pulsed under her touch. He mutters something into her ear and buries his face in her nape as she squeezes and strokes curiously. His hand grips her wrist and pulls her hand away.
“This is going to be over too quickly if I let you continue to do that,” he rasps out between clenched teeth.
June blushes and strokes the side of his face. She pulls him down and kisses him, her hands caressing his toned muscles. Her eyes squeezed shut when she felt his tip at her hymen, teasing and testing.
“Should I stop?” he asks in a strained baritone that is barely audible, “look at me.”
She opens her eyes to stare at him. “June,” confused look, “call me June.”
A slow smile lifts at the corners of his lips. It seems foreign to him. “Skye.” His smile disappears, and he stares deep into her eyes. “Should I stop? We could…” She wraps her arms over his neck and lifts her hips up a little, stretching her hymen a little. His hand halts her movements. “Use words, June.”
“No. Don’t stop.”
Without waiting for her to change her mind, he thrusts into her and she winces. He stops, his tongue licking the part between her shoulder and neck. She hadn’t even realized that her neck was barred to him in submission. The thought quickly dissolves when the pain is replaced by pleasure. She felt stuffed in a good way. He thrusts in and out of her tight channel. Their rhythm shifts from slow to frantic and back. It was mindless ecstasy. Her nails dig into his back as the pressure builds. His hand stroked her clitoris, and she had just gone over the edge, his growl filling the room as he came inside of her when the door bursts open…
