Content Advisory: Oral sex, intercourse, and graphic language.
Wolfgang stood at Bo’s front door, gritting his teeth. The humongous bouquet of roses slapped him in the face as he fumbled for her doorbell. Who the hell had sent Bo flowers? And red roses no less. The order had been placed this morning by a smartly dressed woman with cash. Not even a credit card receipt give him a clue to Bo's admirer.
He jammed his finger against the white button and waited. Two months had passed since he’d seen Bo. Though he’d finally gotten his shit together and tamed the savage beast, he hadn’t called her to renew their relationship. Too many issues hung over his head. Embarrassment that she’d seen him unleashed, and fear of rejection had kept him away.
Today Fate seemed to have her own plans. He shifted the flowers to his other arm and reached for the buzzer again. The door swung open.
“Wolfgang?”
He peered around the thorny bunch. “Hey Bo.”
She smiled. “Are those for me?”
“Uh, yeah.” He shoved the vase toward her. “Looks like you have an admirer.”
Her expression fell. “Oh. I thought maybe they were from you.” He gave her a tight smile as she wrestled the bouquet from him. “Do you want to come in?”
Did he want to come in? He shouldn’t. He’d vowed to break things off and lead a solitary life. Why complicate things now?
“Sure.”
Bo turned and left him to close the door. “I’ll just put these in some water.”
He followed her into the kitchen. The room appeared the same, yellow, bright, and sparkly. Strange how so much could change while other things stayed the same. He sat at counter and watched as she filled the green vase.
“So.” He tried to stop himself, but the question popped free. “Who sent you flowers?”
Bo set the vase on the counter and plucked the card off the plastic holder. “I don’t know. Let’s find out.”
Wolf crushed the urge to snatch the card from her hand and see for himself. Instead, he drummed his fingers on his thigh below the counter where Bo wouldn’t spot his impatience.
She pulled the note out of the miniature envelope and smiled. “Isn’t that sweet? They’re from Mr. Rogers.”
“Rogers Rogers
“I settled out of court over the Pixie Plant explosion.” She stuck the card back in the holder. “I think they’re eternally grateful I didn’t sue.”
He growled, unable to stop himself. The thought of Bo being hurt still clawed at him. “You should. You could have been killed.”
She shrugged. “But I wasn’t.”
That was Bo, always forgiving and sweet. His mind flashed to their night after the explosion. There had been nothing sweet about her then. Hot, sexy, wild. His cock tightened. Shit. He shifted, trying to hide his erection.
“Would you like some lemonade? I was just about to sit outside.”
He should leave, stick to his solitary life. “Sure.”
He followed her out the open patio doors. His gaze drifted to her tight ass and his cock swelled. He couldn’t help it. The roll of her hips was hypnotic. And the sight of her barefoot called to his most base nature.
She led him to a wooden pergola. He plopped down and set his glass of lemonade on his crotch in a Hey I’m not sporting wood casual way.
“This is new.” He indicated the gazebo. “It’s nice.”
Bo set her glass on the low table and reclined against the arm of the wicker lounger. He swallowed as her white tank top pulled across her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra. He cursed himself. He should have left when he had a chance.
“Thanks,” she said. “I really love it.”
Wolf struggled to pull his gaze from the tight nipples pushing against the thin material of her shirt. His cock pushed back in response. The animal inside rumbled, demanding to be released. He licked his lips. Damn, he should have left when he had the chance.
Bo raised her arms above her and crossed them behind her head. Her tits arched toward him as if begging for his touch. He took a gulp of lemonade, hoping the tart liquid would douse his desire. It didn’t.
“Are you all right, Wolf? You look…” She paused. “Anxious.”
“No, I’m fine.” He smiled, battling to keep his eyes from drifting to her chest. “So, you built yourself a pergola?”
A slow smile crept across her face. “Yes.” She sat forward, bringing her knees to her chest. Her tan arms wrapped around bare legs. Her black, cotton mini skirt inched higher. “I have plans for it.”
“Really?” He took another gulp of lemonade. “Like what?”
His gaze followed her fingers as they slid up her calf and thigh. He couldn’t be sure, but Wolf thought he glimpsed a patch of blonde curls as she straightened her legs. Wasn’t she wearing panties? He crossed his legs, his cock now in full-blown hard-on mode.
“Like you and me.”
His eyes locked with hers. “You and me?”
“Out here.” She stood and glided toward him. “I’ve planted vines and in a few months the walls will be covered.” She took the glass from his hand and set it on the table, smiling at the erection tenting his pants. “Our own little cave.”
“Bo, I think it’s better if I steer clear of relationships.”
She straddled him and reached for the hem of her shirt.
“You’ve seen what happens to me,” he continued. “I’m barely more than an animal.”
“Uh huh.” She tugged the shirt over her head.
Those round tits he’d dreamed about spilled from under her shirt. Pink tipped nipples tightened. Bo lowered herself to his lap, hiking up her skirt to sit directly on his cock. No, she wasn’t wearing any panties.
Her desire hit him, filling his nostrils.
“Touch me, Wolf.” She guided his hands up her ribs and over her breasts. “Like you did the last time we were together.”
“Bo.” He tried to pull away, but his control was slipping. Soon he wouldn’t be able to stop the beast. “I can’t be with you and be the man that you deserve.”
Leaning in, she nipped his ear. “Then be the man I want, Wolf.” She licked his neck. “I want you for who you are. All of you, man and beast.”
She bit his neck, nearly sending him off the chair. He gripped her arms and yanked her back to stare into her eyes.
“All of me, Bo? Are you sure you understand what that means?”
She nodded.
“Are you sure you can handle it? Sure you won’t cry or be repulsed when you grow tired of me?” He needed to hear the words. Needed to know she was in this for the long haul. “I’m not some animal to be conquered and then tossed aside. If we do this, it’s for life.”
Bo shook loose of his hold and twined her arms around his neck. “I love you, Wolf. There’s never been anybody else but you since we met.”
He saw the truth in her eyes, heard the honesty in her words. She lowered her head and brushed her mouth against his. Thoughts and possibilities tumbled through his mind. Could he truly have Bo? The risks were great, but not taking a chance carried a heavier price.
He threaded his fingers through her hair and pulled her to him. His mouth plundered hers, their tongues swirling to rub and dance. She tasted like lemons and sugar. So sweet.
Bo broke their kiss and slid off his lap to nestle on the ground between his knees. Her fingers pried the button of his jeans open. “Stand up.”
Anticipation raced through him as he stood, bringing his cock level with her face. She gripped the zipper and pulled, the rasping of metal matching the rasping of his breath. He’d dreamed of this, night after night, lying in bed thinking of her hot mouth around his shaft. He hadn’t dare hoped it was possible anymore.
Her fingers slid into his pants and freed him from the confines. Thick and wide, the member strained toward her. She smiled and kiss the tip. His cock jump at the feel of her lips against him.
Her tongue darted out and flicked the tip, licking the clear drop glistening at the slit.
“Mmm,” she cooed. “I’ve been dreaming about this.”
Opening her mouth, she took him in, her wet lips slowly surrounding his sensitive head and down his length. He buried his fingers in her blonde curls and held her head. Every instinct raged for him to thrust deep, but a part of him still tried to be the man he thought she deserved.
Bo pulled back and looked up at him. “You’re holding back, Wolf.” She pushed his pants lower until the pooled at his ankles. “For once, let yourself go.”
With that she took him deep into her mouth, the tip of his cock pressing against her throat. Wolf growled as the beast fought its restraints. She pulled away only to tunnel him back into her hot mouth.
Wolf fisted a hand full of hair and thrust deep. Bo moaned, her lips tightening. God it felt good. He watched her, guiding her head at the speed and direction he wanted her to go. The sight of her sucking him off, nearly pushed him over the edge.
Tingles started at the base of his cock and he reached down to cup his balls, squeezing and fondling them.
“That’s right, Bo. Suck it.” He pushed into her mouth again. “Take it in.”
She moaned and reached to stroke her pussy. The sight of Bo pleasuring herself was too much. Breaking her hold around his cock, he lifted her off the ground and set her on her feet. Bo didn’t resist. He turned her to face the chair and bent her over, placing her hands on the arms.
Blonde curls swathed her back as she angled her ass toward him, spreading her legs to give him access to her pink pussy. Wolf knelt and buried his face in her sex, licking the slick folds and the tight puckered hole.
She whimpered. “Fuck me, Wolf—like you did the last time.”
Need pulsed through him as he stood. He couldn’t wait. The wolf growled and broke free of its restraints. His vision faded to black and gray. Scents assaulted him. Bo’s desire, her pussy, and all the outside smells mingled to create an essence so intoxicating he nearly came at the first whiff.
Hunched over her, he slid his thick cock into her velvet sheath. She gripped him, tugging with tight muscles as he drove into her. Her ass pushed against his groin, answering each thrust with one of equal force.
Panting echoed around the small enclosure. Whether the noise was him or her, Wolf couldn’t tell. His canine teeth elongated with each moan he dragged from her. His body pressed down on Bo, forcing her onto the chair, covering her.
A low growl erupted from his throat as he gently bit her shoulder, pinning her beneath him and thrusting deep. He pulled to the tip and slammed back in. Not completely giving over to the animal, he slid his hand under Bo’s body and between her thick folds to massage her engorged nub.
She cried out. Wolf growled again at the sound of her satisfaction. Whimpers turned to cries and mingled with his grunting thrust. The pulses of pleasure sparked in his balls and traveled up the base of his cock.
He rode her, driving into her wet pussy, rubbing and massaging her clit until her body stiffened and he heard her cry out. Wolf thrust again as she milked him with each new spasm. His climax erupted, spiraling up the shaft of his cock and into her moist heat.
His cry morphed into a howl as he filled her, marked her, and made Bo his for an eternity. As their orgasms subsided they slid to the floor.
“That was incredible,” Bo panted.
“Did I…” Wolf tried to catch his breath. “Did I hurt you?”
She laughed. “Hurt so good.” Bo leaned in and kissed him, stroking her tongue across his protruding fangs. “I liked it.”
He cupped the back of her head and kissed her harder.
“Are you okay in there,” a voice called over the fence.
Bo broke their kiss and covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes widening with shock. “Mrs. Hubbard,” she whispered.
Wolf grimaced.
“Uh, yes Mrs. Hubbard. I’m fine,” Bo called.
“I thought I heard a dog. Do you have a dog, Miss Peep? Poor Charlie would love to have somebody to play with.” The old woman’s voice seeped between the wooden slats.
Bo giggle as Wolf bared his fangs. “He’s only visiting, Mrs. Hubbard, but I hope he likes it here and decides to stay.”
Wolf leaned in and kissed her. “I’ll definitely stay,” he whispered.
“Oh good, dear. Let me know if you need any help housebreaking him. I’m an old pro.”
“Thanks Mrs. Hubbard, but he’s as housebroken as I want him.”
He kissed Bo again, knowing he was finally home.
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