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Her head dipped, bumping against the steering wheel. Above
her, she heard Jake’s feverish mutterings, “Damn ... gotta find some place
to park.” Her mouth closed over his cock, tasting his cum, tasting herself on
his dick.

The car jerked, swerving a few inches from side to side.
Alarmed horns blared.

She moaned. “Mmmmm.” She was
very
hungry; she wanted
her orgasm. Her head bobbed up and down on his cock. She stroked him with one
hand, following the movement of her mouth. She pushed aside her panties with
her other hand and dipped two fingers into her pussy, thrusting and plunging.

“Mmmmm mmmmm.”

The car screeched to a halt.

She gave barely a thought to where Jack had parked them; her
world was narrowed to his cock and her pussy, and the eventual satisfaction to
be derived.

He shifted. His cock thrust into her mouth, almost gagging
her.

She adjusted her position, and heard him sigh. Tightening her
lips, she gripped him tighter, sucking him harder, deeper. He rewarded her efforts
with a low, excited moan.

His fingers plowed into her hair, holding her head steady as
he coordinated her movements. He reached his other hand between her legs and
sought out her clitoris. Using light, feathery strokes, he circled the tight
bud, heightening her excitement and sending her blood boiling.

She sucked harder. She slid her hand lower, cupping his
balls.

His fingers plucked her clitoris, pulling it.

She bucked.

His palm pressed down.

She arched, grinding her crotch against the heel of his hand.
Her teeth lightly grazed his cock.

He shouted and thrust in a frenzied rhythm into her mouth. A
jet load of cum hit her throat. She swallowed as much as she could, but some
dribbled down to land on his lap.

His fingers delved into her folds and rubbed against her
clitoris with fast, insistent strokes. The tension built, tightened and
climaxed. She shook and writhed against his frenziedly massaging finger. She
felt her pussy close around her fingers and savored the sweet release.

 

* * * * *

 

Jake locked the car door and turned, swinging an arm around
Adrienne’s shoulders. He yawned. “Whew! What a day; I’m so tired. Let’s get to
your place, snuggle a bit and then sleep.”

His voice came out hushed in the dark, quiet night. Few cars
passed by on the street and most people were already indoors and asleep. Jake
had parked his car a few blocks down from her apartment building, since the
parking lot there was always full.

“That’s the best suggestion I’ve heard all day.” Adrienne
slung her handbag more securely on her right shoulder and then leaned against
Jake’s wonderful strength as they walked. She couldn’t stop the yawn from
breaking out. “I can’t believe the board would keep us in the office so late.”
She checked her watch. “It’s nearing midnight.”

“Well, it’s understandable that they would want to know how
the meeting went.”

“Yeah, but for them to analyze each snippet of response or
question is a bit too much.”

“If we didn’t manage to win this deal, they’d probably want
to be able to pinpoint what went wrong and see how to improve --”

The loud, insistent, beeping alarm from Jake’s car sliced
through the deepening night. Adrienne felt him stiffen.

“Stay here,” he said, and he was gone.

She blinked. How could he move so fast? One second, he was
right there beside her, and the next, he was nowhere in sight. She stood on
tiptoes and craned her neck, hoping to be able to see Jake checking out the
car. But they’d walked some distance, and he was now too far away for her to
see him. The alarm was suddenly cut off, and the silence was deafening. She
hoped there was nothing wrong with the car. Normally, her residential area was
a good neighborhood, but with the increased criminal activities lately, even
the previously “safe” areas were not so safe anymore --

Someone gave a vicious tug at her handbag. Her shoulder was
almost wrenched from its socket.

She whirled around, screaming.

“Give it to me, lady,” The beefy, towering male spoke in a
guttural voice. Something sharp poked her in the ribs. “Don’t fight, and you
won’t get hurt.”

“No!” She couldn’t stop screaming, and instinct made her
cling stubbornly to her purse.

The thug cursed, and a tug of war ensued between them. His
arm swung in an upward arc.

She flinched, certain he meant to strike her.

The knife flashed in the street lamp and severed the strap of
her handbag from the bag itself, which was in the hands of the hooligan. She
lost her balance and stumbled backward, the detached strap in her hands. She
watched, helpless, as the thug made a threatening gesture at her with the
knife, no doubt warning her not to follow.

He turned to flee, but had only taken a few steps when
someone -- or
something
 -- flew past Adrienne.

The blur of motion knocked into the thug, bringing him to the
ground with a hard thump. Her handbag fell beside him.

Adrienne’s mouth opened in a wide “O” when she realized what
she was seeing.

Jake.

He was straddled on top of the thug, one hand around the
thief’s neck in a vicious grip. Low, angry growls issued from Jake’s throat as
he stared down at the thug, who was blubbering with terror, his arms and legs
flailing as he tried to scuttle away from Jake with an unmistakable expression
of alarm. However, he was doomed to failure for Jake was sitting squarely on
top of him.

Adrienne breathed out a sigh of relief, thankful that Jake
was with her. In hindsight, she felt incredibly stupid for hanging onto her
handbag, which contained nothing but a few coins, some cosmetics and her mobile
phone. She stepped forward and scooped the bag from the ground. “Jake --”

He turned to face her.

Startled, she couldn’t control the gasp that escaped from her
lips. She saw the reason for the look of terror in the thug’s eyes.

Under the street lamp, she saw that his gray-brown eyes were
inundated with flecks of yellow amber that glowed with an eerie light, and his
incisors had grown about an inch long. His expression was feral and fierce,
like that of a dog protecting its master. No, something more terrifying than a
dog -- a wolf. Yet, there was human intelligence shining from his eyes.

She’d seen such a being before. Her ex-love ... “You’re
a werewolf.” Even to her ears, her voice sounded flat.

She didn’t understand the look of resignation that crossed
Jake’s face. “Call the police. We’ll talk later.”

 

* * * * *

 

Eventually, the police came and hauled off the thug. By then,
Jake had willed his features to assume human form. He cursed himself inwardly
for allowing the beast to take over his physical appearance, but when he’d
heard Adrienne’s scream from several blocks away with his canine ears, his one
thought had been to reach her before she was harmed.

Fortunately, Jake was acting on the right side of the law,
i.e., rescuing his friend’s possession. Anyway, the thug wasn’t injured, so
nobody would be able to press charges against Jake. Nor would The Council come
after him. To aid the police in their investigation, Jake added the information
that the thug might have an accomplice who’d provided the decoy by causing the
car’s alarm to go off so that Adrienne would be alone. The police promised to
look into things and to inform them should they have any leads. Before the
police left, they dispersed the neighborhood residents who’d come out to watch
the fun long after the excitement was over.

Jake and Adrienne walked back to her flat in silence. The
crunch of their shoes on the sidewalk was unnaturally loud to his ears. Her
face was averted from him so he couldn’t see her expression; he also didn’t
know what she was thinking. He could have lowered his shields to let her
emotions flow through to him, but he didn’t want to. He wanted to hear it from
her lips. In such an important situation as this, it was better that she tell
him her thoughts herself.

Adrienne could be like Lila, and reject him for the
aberration, the monster that he was. He didn’t know many women who could accept
being with someone who was half-human. Still, he drew comfort from the fact
that she had
recognized
him for what he was -- a werewolf. Which
meant that she might have seen or heard or encountered one of his kind before,
and just
might
be one of those humans with the big heart that Jared had
mentioned. Despite himself, hope burned like a tiny wavering flame in the wind.

Jake hadn’t said anything to Jared when they’d met the other
day, but the moment Jake had seen Adrienne, he knew. She was the one --
his mate. There was a sense of rightness with her, something that he didn’t
feel with Lila ... with any of his past girlfriends. He didn’t know what
he’d do if Adrienne couldn’t accept him for what he was. His fear of her
reaction to the truth was the main reason he had forced himself to keep his
distance from her all this time.

The moment they entered the flat and shut the door behind
them, Adrienne rounded on him. “When were you going to tell me that you’re a
werewolf?” Her eyes narrowed. “Did you ever plan to tell me?”

“Adrienne --”

“Or didn’t you think this is something I needed to know?
Would I just wake up one day to see you biting me? Or to see you changing to a
wolf while making love to me?”

He flinched at the unjust accusations. How could he explain
he’d been so consumed with his fear that Adrienne couldn’t accept his werewolf
heritage that he hadn’t thought so far ahead?

“So, tell me, Jake! Speak up! I’m not an empath like you; I
can’t read your mind!”

“Adrienne, I realize you’re in shock --”

“Damn right I’m in shock! I never expected my boss and lover
to be a werewolf!”

“But you recognized me.” Anger at Adrienne’s illogical
behavior filled him. His voice was cold as ice, in direct contrast to the heat
of wrath that was fueled by uncertainty burning within him. “You saw me and
knew that I am a werewolf.”

“Yes.” Her voice was flat and her face devoid of all
expression. “I had a lover once, and he was a werewolf, too. I knew he was one
from the very beginning, before our relationship started. I was given the
choice to accept him or not, based on the truth of what he was. What about you,
Jake? I didn’t know you were an empath, until
after
we’d made love. When
was I supposed to know that you’re a werewolf,
after
we’d parted?”

How ironic that he’d withheld the truth from her for fear
that she couldn’t accept his genetics and would leave him, and instead the
withholding would backfire on him and bring about their parting. If he’d told
her from the very beginning about himself, then perhaps she might have decided
to stay with him? He was dismayed to find that he was trembling; it conveyed
too much of his inner turmoil and anguish. He was going to lose her, lose
everything, and it was all his fault.

“I won’t allow you to leave me!” He growled, catching her by
the shoulders and pulling her close against him. Her handbag, which she’d
clutched in her hands all this while, dropped to the floor due to his hard
shaking. “So now you know I’m an empath and a werewolf. All my secrets are
bared to you; I’m not hiding anything anymore. Do you accept me as I am? Would
you stay with me?”

“No!” Adrienne struggled in his arms.

That one word functioned like a knife and cut him up.

She continued to struggle. “You presume too much! What if
tonight hadn’t happened? Would you have told me? When would you have told me?”

“So you can’t accept that I’m a werewolf? But you had a
werewolf lover once, surely --”

“That’s beside the point! When were you going to tell me that
you’re a werewolf, Jake? Answer me!” Her eyes blazed with anger. “Did you even
plan to tell me?”

Cold fear washed over him, extinguishing the hot burning fire
of anger and uncertainty. “I was afraid that if I’d told you, you’d leave me,”
he whispered.

As quickly as that, her anger cooled down. She wrapped her
hands around his waist and laid her head on his chest. “Oh Jake.”

“I had a lover once; her name was Lila.” He closed his eyes,
letting the memories flow into his mind. “We got along very well; she was
open-minded, carefree and gay. I’d told her I was a werewolf early on in our
relationship and she seemed to have accepted it and even delighted in it. She
went with me to the hunting grounds during the full moon and kept my mother
company while the rest of us hunted. One day, I went home and found her gone.
She left a note, saying that she couldn’t live with a werewolf. I --” He
swallowed.

“I’m sorry.” Adrienne moved her hand over his chest in a
caress. “Sorry that you were hurt, but not sorry that she left you. She didn’t
deserve you.”

“And you?” He waited with bated breath. The hope that wavered
like a tiny candle flame flared up a little. “Are you going to ask me to
leave?” He let a little humor creep into his voice. “Since we’re in your flat?”

Adrienne gave a soft laugh. “I’m sorry, Jake, sorry for being
angry awhile ago. I thought you never intended to tell me about your being a
werewolf; that’s what made me so angry. I didn’t know the strong grip your past
has on you. That, combined with the shock of finding out about your heritage, well,
I just blew up. Nobody at Creative Minds knows you’re a werewolf.”

It wasn’t a question. Still, Jake answered. “No.”

“You were afraid they’d have the same reaction as Lila.”

“Yes.” Though he had nothing to do with it, pride surged
through him that Adrienne was quick and perceptive. “Though the treaty that
recognized weres and vamps, to name a few, was signed more than ten years ago,
a lot of people still cannot accept the fact that we are to be accorded the
same status as everyone else, that we don’t need to go into hiding anymore,
that we can come out into the open and expect to be rendered the same rights
and privileges as everyone else, that we are protected by the law like every
human on this planet! But like everyone else, I need money to survive in this
world, Adrienne, hence, I need to work. I can’t let a little prejudice hinder
my career, or at the very least, my ability to survive. If I must keep my
heritage a secret from everyone else, so be it.” He hesitated. “So, you accept
me? Willing to stay with me and see if we can make a go of this relationship?”

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