My Childhood Friend is a Werewolf

Chapter Twenty

Judging by the look on Dren's face, he knew exactly what she was saying and he was totally on board. "We'll head out early, then," he said gruffly to Cyrus and Yoko, who smiled knowingly at him and each other.

"Have a safe trip back," Yoko said, winking at Emma who blushed brighter than Cyrus' red sports car. Before Emma could sit on how embarrassed she was that her friend knew what she was about to get up to, Dren steered them towards the exit. A few people tried to stop him on the way, but he politely evaded them and continued to his car.

While the walk from the banquet hall to Dren's car wasn't a particularly long one, Emma still found herself becoming progressively warmer the closer they got, her body heating up. That familiar tingle was coming back, the one that told her that her heat was triggering.

"Just a little more," Dren murmured to her as he opened the passenger-side door and ushered her in. Her hands drifted to the exposed tops of her thighs, gripping them to stop herself from reaching under her own dress. It always surprised her how quickly she fell into heat and was only glad that they had made it out of the banquet hall before anything really embarrassing happened.

The night sky was filled with stars and the only light for miles were the headlights on Dren's car. He was speeding, rocketing down the road to try and get back to the city as quickly as possible. His tight expression and clenched jaw could not hide the bulge in his pants as he smelled her arousal, doing his best to concentrate on the road. Emma shifted in her seat, her nails digging into her thighs as she did her best to stay still and breathe shallowly while the air was filled with Dren's scent, turning her on even more.

Was it just her, or was her heat ramping up rather quickly? Before long, Emma was harshly biting her lip to try and stop herself from reaching under her own dress, hoping the pain would dull some of the heat. But then Dren, noticing that she was injuring herself, reached over and placed his hand on her thigh.

"You don't have to hold it in," he told her. Emma couldn't see him very well in the darkness but a thrill ran through her body when she saw his gaze flicker over to her. His hand gently nudged her leg, guiding it out and away from the other one and allowing the pleasurable sensation of cool air to hit her heated crotch.

Dren's hand left her leg, going back to tightly gripping the steering wheel. Emma was motionless for a few moments, wondering if she was interpreting his words correctly. Was he telling her to... touch herself?

The thrill came back, but stronger this time. She'd never touched herself in front of her lover before. Would she look weird; sound weird? Was Dren into this kind of thing? Or was he humouring her because the heat was so bad? Anxiety started to creep in and Emma almost chickened out until Dren spoke again.

"Emma," he growled, his voice making her pussy gush, "finger yourself now before I do it for you."

She gasped at his forceful tone and quickly slid her right hand under her dress, touching herself over her thong. A long moan immediately vibrated through her throat at the moment her fingers touched the wet lace. Her nipples were already pebbles under her bra and her other hand reached up to grab a breast through all her clothing. Emma was a wanton sight, one leg thrown over the centre console and her dress hiked up to her stomach, hips bucking as her fingers slid up and down her slit that was barely covered by lace.

This dress was probably going to be ruined beyond repair but Emma didn't have a single care in the world as she found her clit, her back arching as she did so. She was covering her fingers in her own juices, unable to stop moaning as her heat heightened her pleasure. "Fuck you smell divine," Dren said, his voice guttural. One hand left the steering wheel to grab her thigh, stroking it. "I wanna stop this car so badly."