Chapter 40: My Louve

The door closed behind us, and a part of me wanted to study the hotel room more closely.

But instead, I was hypnotized by two glowing brown eyes with glints of yellow randomly visible like a vague flame in them.

But it didn’t scare me at all. Because this was Jared, and I knew he would never do anything to hurt me. Not even as a werewolf.

With his neck lowered, he slowly came closer, with one target only: My lips, and by instinct they parted and were moisturized by my tongue.

He looked so handsome tonight, wearing black slacks and his deep-green button-up with details of an even deeper-green delicate embroidery you only saw if you studied it up close.

He actually looked royal. His dark hair was combed back and tied into a knot in his neck.

Even though all I wanted was to dive my fingers into it and mess it up, I couldn’t help but admire how elegant he was for being a man of the wilderness.

“You’re so unbelievably sexy,” he murmured right before he pressed his lips against mine with unbound passion. Efficient hands removed first my coat, then his, until they temporarily found rest on my hips.

But soon he got hungrier and pulled me closer, while he started to caress my spine from my shoulders and down to my butt cheeks.

Seconds later, he’d grabbed a solid hold on both and lifted me up in the air before he backed me up against the door and thrusted his hips slowly.

This had become our favorite position, and it reminded me of our first time out in the woods. I still couldn’t believe how fast I fell for him. However, after everything he’d told me, it kind of made sense after all.

“I want you,” he whispered in between our kisses as if it wasn’t already obvious. His bulge was growing hard and rubbed against my entrance with the perfect amount of pressure, and it made me moan for more.

Expectations flushed through my veins and prepared my body for being invaded by him. To be filled both with desire and his manhood, and I met his thrusts with the same passion.

I whimpered when he twisted his pelvis from side to side and pushed me harder against the door, which intensified the pleasure he was already giving me.

To show him that I was wet and ready for him, I broke our kiss and threw my head back to expose my neck and made myself vulnerable.

Again, I felt his teeth nipping at my skin. Then he cursed and carried me over to the bed.

He opened a couple of buttons on his shirt so he could pull it over his head and threw it on the floor. Then he removed his belt and opened the button and zipper on his slacks.

However, he was distracted when he noticed my dress had slid up to my waist, and he spotted the black lace panties I’d put on just for him.

“Oh, fuck,” he whispered to himself, and stroked his palms up my legs all the way to my knees.

From there, he slowed down and tickled the skin on the inside of my thighs with his fingertips and chuckled because he knew it drove me crazy.

A flood of tingles gathered in my core, and my clit was aching. There was absolutely no need for any foreplay. However, he seemed to have other plans.

He positioned himself kneeling between my legs and leaned forward on his elbows to study my panties up close. Then he placed his thumb on my swollen pearl and massaged it slowly while he admired my reaction.

I knew he could feel how wet I was because my panties were already moist with my juices, and since his slacks had slid down a bit, I noticed a dark spot of precum on his otherwise light-gray boxers.

He’d obviously been aroused for a while, without my knowledge. But instead of stifling his own needs, he pulled my panties aside so he could taste me.

I loved his tongue. The way it flicked in circles around my most sensitive part and randomly dipped farther down made me gasp and writhe on the bed in front of him.

He even had to coil his arms around my thighs to keep me still, while he licked and sucked me to an orgasm that eventually made me let out a scream.

Then he pushed two fingers inside me the moment I tipped over the edge just to feel how my walls contracted around them.

After allowing me to cool down for a bit, he carefully removed my dress and bra, and immediately cupped my breasts in his hands. They were sensitive and swollen, and my nipples were erect, just like his member.

He kissed me, first on my lips, then on each of my breasts. My areolas scrunched up and made my boobs perky and bold, and it was like an electrical wire that went from my nipples and straight to my core.

I moaned his name and tried to pull him back up, but instead he moved farther down and kissed his way over my stomach. He smiled against my skin at the little life in there, formed by the two of us.

A possessive deep growl made me shudder with bliss. And finally, he got rid of the rest of his clothes and helped me off with my panties. Then he lay on top of me with a dark, seductive stare.

His erection poked my folds, massive like the rest of him. I angled my pelvis to make it easier for him to enter me.

But it seemed like he’d made it his main priority to torture the both of us by prolonging each movement. He leaned heavily on his arms and thrusted against my entrance. Sometimes his tip parted my folds.

Sometimes his shaft stroked my swollen pearl. And sometimes he slipped in right where I wanted it the most, only to pull out and leave me panting for more.

I was just about to protest verbally when he finally gave in and pushed all the way inside.

“Oh, my God,” I groaned, and my eyes rolled back. When I opened them again, I saw him looking down between us to watch himself slide in and out at an increasingly faster speed.

Then his eyes shut, and he hissed through his teeth before he slowed down a bit. Eventually, he pulled out. I almost thought he’d cum.

“Turn around,” he commanded with a voice drenched with lust. He was definitely not done.

After placing me in the right position, on my hands and knees, he grabbed my hips from behind and entered me with a firm jerk that made me groan.

Again, he was staring down at himself repeatedly battering my holiness, but he met my gaze when he noticed I’d turned to look at him. Then he smirked, grabbed my braid, and pulled a bit.

“Face forward and get down on your elbows.”

He emphasized what he meant by ramming into me once, and my moan was spontaneous and raw. I gladly obeyed.

When I felt his weight on my back and met his thrusts, my body tensed up, preparing for the climax I knew would come.

Like so many times before, I felt his teeth on my neck, but he never attempted to bite me even though his teeth were quite sharp, a lot sharper than human teeth.

It only added to the suspense and the fire between us. Before I knew it, I fell into the abyss of pure ecstasy and screamed into the pillow.

The sound of panting and moaning filled the room, and he kept bringing me to new orgasms until it felt like I couldn’t take anymore. I was sweaty and drained, and hoarse from moaning, but I wasn’t the only one who was warm.

I could see a couple of droplets running down Jared’s arms, and his hair was moist at his temples when he kissed my ear. Then his arms disappeared together with the weight of his body and squeezed my hips instead.

He kept his steady rhythm as he continued to push inside me again and again. But that didn’t last long.

His thrusting gradually spiraled out of control, and his deep growling turned into a long-drawn groan seconds before he started twitching inside me. Then he stilled with a whimper.

That was the first of many times we made love that night. The sun was about to rise when we finally fell asleep, satisfied and worn out, wrapped in each other’s arms.

It wasn’t until the hotel staff knocked on our door the next day, that we woke up and slowly returned to reality.

“Let’s do this again tonight,” Jared said before opening up the door for me, and I giggled and blushed.

“But it’s Christmas.”

“I know. But I have to leave tomorrow.”

My good mood plummeted as we entered the elevator on our way down. This was how it was going to be between us. The harsh reality. Him leaving, and me longing for him.

I sighed and followed him to the car after checking out. The ride home was a quiet one. Both of us were too consumed by our own thoughts to speak.

But when Jared reached over and grabbed my hand, I squeezed it as if my life depended on it.

“It’s going to be all right, my Louve. I’ll come back as soon as I can.”

I felt comforted by his words but couldn’t stop a tear from rolling down my cheek. Jared kept rubbing his thumb in circles over my skin. Then he lifted our hands up to his mouth and kissed the back of my palm.

“I promise.”

***

We celebrated Christmas with him as a natural part of my family. Jared and Dad got along well, and Mom was thrilled to finally see me happy. She giggled knowingly when I asked to borrow her car again.

Dad, on the other hand, looked quite uncomfortable when we told them we were staying another night at a hotel.

The reason was pretty obvious, but we didn’t care. We just needed to make as much out of the time that was left.

Jared was restless. Even when we lay in bed after making love for the third time, he just couldn’t relax enough to sleep. Eventually, he got up and walked over to the window and stared out over a sleeping Chicago.

“I don’t belong here,” he whispered, and his words hit me like a ton of bricks. He looked at the pale moon that was close to being full.

Two more days, and he would be out in the wilderness, running freely through the woods. I got up and embraced his waist and smiled sadly when his chest hair tickled my cheek.

His smell was more distinct now even though we’d just showered. His hair wasn’t even completely dry and hung loosely around his shoulders like a drape of loose curls. He was slowly turning into a werewolf.

“You’re not coming back?” I asked and turned numb by the same sorrow I felt when I woke up at the hospital. But Jared instantly shook his head.

“Of course, I will, Louve. Nothing can ever keep me from being with you. Except the moon.”

I giggled with tears in my eyes, still with his arms wrapped safely around me as I hugged his chest.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing. I just like the way you pronounce ‘love.’”

“It’s not ‘love.’ It’s Louve.” He opened up our embrace to look at me. “It means female wolf.”

I blushed and smiled. “It does?”

“Yeah. Even though you’re not…you know…what ~I~ am.” He paused and leaned down to kiss me. “You’re still my Louve.”