Chapter 27

"I didn't get a look at it," my eyes squeezed shut. "But those goblins… They are disgusting. I can't believe they live underground Paris. I don't think I can sleep tonight," I shook my head and went quiet.

He sighed. "Still, you don't look frightened enough. Cry and I would hold you like a toddler asking for his mother."

It was comical the way he said it. I truly felt horrified by the goblins and his werewolf man too. Especially when I am a human now and I can't defend myself. I am weak and fear comes from weakness. My mouth opened and shut as it trying to alter words but failed.

A little laugh escaped. "You don't believe me. Well, no one does. It's hard being strong for too long. No one expects you to show fear, like I don't hold any feeling."

"You thought that those claws and fangs were a costume or something you hoped."

"I did. But yours felt different. The aura that emanates from you makes me feel at easy. I speak the truth, I swear. I know deep within me, you won't hurt me. At least, you have a use of me and it will be hard to find someone to sign that document."

"Unfortunately, hopes and reality are usually enemies," the words resounded deep within me, because they were true. Nothing I hoped for became reality. That's why I don't hope and don't wish, because it's a waste of time. "I must ask you for a favor. Refrain from telling anyone about this."

"Don't worry about it!" I frowned, my words coming out with a touch of asperity. "I don't wish anyone to know, especially Darcie. She was meant to be a human and she had to stay that way."

The feeling was mutual. He didn't need to warm me. After all, I kept so many secrets hidden from everyone, even him, he didn't know about me being a moon saint. Maybe he felt me strange because of that. Moon saints have a clear relationship with werewolves. They worshipped the moon because of us.

"Can I be a werewolf too? I read somewhere that it happened to some."

"You cannot be infected by a bite, if you are worried about it. Do you want to try it? A man is either born with the ability or not."

I frowned, looking at my fingers panicking and fighting for dominion. His hand forced me to look at him again. "No, no, no… Don't ruin the moment. I like us this way."

Something tickled down my belly as he said that. My body trembled to ask for something I didn't know. What was it? The fortune-teller said I should let my instinct triumph and it's telling me to beckon closer, inviting him to me, with only the clothes separating us. But I didn't do it.

His golden eyes sought mine. "I am not ruining anything. I am thinking when I will return home because I don't feel good staying down here."

"You may take me as your ride. I am at your disposal," a grin spread over his lips. It looked rather wolfish, as it should be, for the wolf had a delectable taste to satisfy.

I pressed my palms against my thighs calming down my erratic breathing. I drew my shoulder back and put a distance between us. I ignored his smiles, the fluttering riots in my belly and the flash of something dangerous and feral in his eyes.

"Those clothes are a tragedy over you, Anais. Why do you get far from your dear husband? Thought I am a werewolf, I don't hunt down humans."

"Since when clothes were a tragedy… Ah!" What the hell? I am dumb sometimes. I flushed, averting my eyes to the fire. My heart pounded harder asking for him to pull me closer, yet, my mind asked to run away because I burn under his gaze.

Heat blossomed over my skin and settled down between my legs. My breasts rose and fell in cadence with my breathing. Why? Why was I feeling this way? I was excited. I put my hands between my legs to alleviate the feeling. I felt hot. His eyes followed my movements intently.

"Come here!" he beckoned.

I stared at him, a war raging in my mind, then darted to him sitting on his lap. "You are good," I whispered as all the heat turned to delicate throbbing. I remember the stories I read, all for this moment.

One corner of his mouth kicked up. "This is how we should be; a husband and his dear wife. The tips of his fingers traced down my arms to my chest, exposing them entirely. His mouth started sucking as if he was expecting mild to come out and satiate his thirst.

I was happy and confused, in a state over the moon. Why? Because I felt his erection against me. He wanted me as I did and it excited me. A pleasurable chill had me yearning to lean into the warmth of his strong body. Why did it have to be now of all times?

His eyes didn't leave me and I felt ashamed. I bet I showed him a side I never expected to have but the pleasure was so intense that I forgot everything, even where I was. I bit the side of my finger containing the weird noises coming out from me. Why did it have to be someone I can't have?

The pleasure of something forbidden made the experience hotter. I wished the furnace warming the place would shut down. But it wasn't the case and I moved to the floor on top of the rough rag that scratched the flesh of my back, looking at his eyes and the private part I imagined. He was potent.

I couldn't stop my moaning and kissed him instead. He didn't miss even a single bit of me. In the end, his body fell next to me. I didn't know how much time passed or how many rounds we did. Importantly, I had sex and it was my first time, even if I didn't feel the pain of the novice.

Slowly, so slowly, his fingers touched me lovingly. I felt as if I was cherished but it was the body and the body wasn't my own. I need to forget what happened; I can't waver and be attached to the Earth.

His tongue once again trailed over my chest, playing with my nipples.

"You had sex many times yet, it feels like you never did. But I like you. Visit me again in my apartment."

I smacked his fingers away and pulled myself until my back hit the lower part of the settee. "Don't think I throw myself at every cock I find. This… was a mistake. The contract didn't include this."

"I will pay you handsomely."

"I am not a whore," I yelled, my body jumped from his place. Anger rising inside of me like a volcano.

"cock?" he intoned. "My kitty cat, I am the wolf. I hunt, you are the prey here," he leaned in, bringing all his warmth and sexual attraction. His voice rumbled over my skin and he bit me until I screamed. "I eat the hen. I savour the delicacy of the flesh. Don't mistake our relationship."

He thrust his tongue inside me the heat slowly rising again.

"The Anais I know wouldn't miss Alexandre and Claude. She wouldn't miss even me."

It was intense.