Sold To The Beast (On hold)

Chapter Ten

It was early morning. Hans stood at the counter, hot mug of coffee clasped between his fingers. The morning newspaper was splayed out on the counter. His eyes skimmed over it, his mind not completely focused on what he was reading. He could barely keep his attention off the young girl that was now layed up in his bed.

The light padding of footsteps diverted his attention from the newspaper. Her scent reached him first. It was different now. It was stronger, more aromatic than before. His werewolf lunged forward almost immediately, drinking in her delicious aroma. He shivered. Under normal circumstances, his vampire would be in control. But something about Eve made his werewolf seize control.

His eyes roamed up her bare legs, eyebrow lifting slightly. She wore nothing but a long t-shirt. One of his shirts to be more exact. Her hair hung loose, cascading down her shoulders in quite a sexy fashion. His hands itched to curl between those locks. She bounced nervously on the balls of her feet, a blush creeping into her cheeks.

"Good morning." He greeted, taking a long sip from his mug, "Sleep well?"

Her blushed deepened at the teasing tone in his voice, "I...slept very well, thank you." Her eyes scanned him, taking in his dark blue business suit, "Are you going out today?"

He chuckled, "I have to go to work."

Her eyebrows pinched together in confusion, "You're leaving?" There was fear laced in her voice.

He set the coffee down on the table, turning his attention fully on her. He approached her slowly, fingers reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. Her lips parted slightly, almost welcoming his as he leaned down. He pressed a light but firm kiss upon those lips before pulling away.

"I'll only be away for a few hours." He made a waving motion with his hand, "This house doesn't pay for itself."

He watched those lips turn into an extremely sexy little pout. He let out a long sigh. If she kept it up, he would no longer be able to leave for work. Even now, his mind was ransacked with different scenarios in which he would take his own pleasure with Eve.

His hands lowered, toying with the hem of the shirt she wore, "Why are you dressed in my shirt? Did the clothing provided not fit you?"

"Well...I thought...you..." She stuttered, fumbling for the right words.

"You thought I might like to see you wear this?" He finished for her. 

She nodded, whimpering slightly as he easily lifted her from the floor. Her buttocks were placed on the cold marble counter. He chuckled to himself, thinking of their first meeting that had ended in much the same fashion.

"I'll admit, it excites me to see you dressed in nothing but one of my shirts." He whispered, pushing the shirt up past her thighs. His eyes drifted lower, a low growl forming in the base of his throat. She wasn't wearing any underwear, "Such a naughty little girl."

His hand moved between them, eyes watching her face as his fingertips grazed the inside of one thigh. She bit back a moan as he rubbed a finger along her lips. God, she was soaking wet already. Work would have to wait. His werewolf cried out, howling in his head. He groaned as his erection pressed painfully against the front of his pants.

"Wait..." She gasped, almost sensing what was coming, "We...we can't...not...here." She gasped as Hans worked his fingers inside her.

"Afraid someone might walk in?"

She moaned agained, quite loudly this time, "I don't think you have to worry about that. The sounds coming from your lips...well, a person would have to be a fool to walk through that door right now."

He pulled her closer to him, nuzzling her neck with his face, "Do you trust me?" 

She nodded without hesitation. He grinned. "Good."

He forced her onto her back, rolling her so her ass faced him. She squealed, throwing a worried glance over her shoulder. He pushed the shirt past her hips, pulling her so her legs dangled from the marble counter. She would be completely at his mercy. He palmed her buttocks, rubbing and gripping the tight flesh in his hands. 

She shuddered, crying out as he suddenly brought a hand down across one cheek, "Naughty girls get punished." He growled, repeating the motion. He did it hard enough for her to feel but not hard enough to hurt. 

She reacted to it nearly immediately, mouth opening in a silent moan. He freed his growing erection, coating it in her juices before teasingly pushing between her folds. They moaned in unison as he pulled her hips against his, forcing them to meet each slow thrust. He wanted it to last...even if that meant being a few minutes late for work.

"Hans..." She cried out, attempting to move her own body. She was becoming flustered. He could sense her body aching for more.

"Say it, Eve." He ordered, slowing his thrusts even more.

She whimpered in denial, fingernails digging against the marble counter, "Please..."

"Please what?" He cupped her ass again, "Do you want me to fuck you harder? Is that what my naughty girl wants?"

She shivered again, toes curling against his legs. She nodded her head, "Yes." She begged. Hans felt ready to explode, "Please." Her voice cracked.

He reared back and slammed into her, filling her completely. She screamed, "Is this what you want?" He grunted between hard thrusts. Sounds of colliding flesh filled the kitchen.

"Oh...GOD!" She screamed out again, moaning and panting beneath him. His eyes closed, finger nails digging into her sensitive flesh as he drove into her over and over. He reached forward, gripping a fistful of her hair. He yanked her up off the marble counter. Her back arched as he pulled her against his chest.

"You're making me late for work, Eve." He growled harshly, lips finding the crook of her neck, "I want you to scream for me. I want the whole house to hear you. I want them to know you are mine." His territorial werewolf was rearing its head again.

"HANS!" The scream tore through her as her both convulsed around him. It was enough to shatter his own self resolved. He pushed her back down onto the marble counter. His vision clouded red momentarily, eyes falling on her naked ass. He roughly forced his throbbing cock into her over and over. 

Even when she stopped screaming, even when her body stopped reacting at all, he kept thrusting his hips into her tight and willing crevice. It wasn't until he felt his cock tighten, his seed exploding inside her, did he stop. He pulled out, staggering back as she slid from the marble counter onto the floor.

He panicked for a moment, rushing to her side. She was still breathing. Her eyes were slightly glazed over as he helped her to her feet. He opened her mouth to apologize but she shook her head, wrapping her hand around his neck and pulling him down into a kiss.

"Thank you." She whispered.