Howl at the Moon (10 page)

Ugh, angels!

“What time?”

“What?” Aaron asked then, too caught up in his own thoughts.

“What time do you want me to be there?”

“Ah, about eight, I would say. I’ll direct you to where you need to be until you come into the room. So it’s deal?”

“What red-blooded man would turn down a chance like this?”

“I was hoping you’d say that. I’ll see you at the house at eight. Here’s my number. Call me when you’re on the block, I’m sure you know where Tatiana lives.”

“Of course.”

“Then it’s settled.”

“Okay,” Clyde groaned, leaning back in his chair. Aaron left, walking pass Tatiana’s office and going straight to his car. He had the first part of his job done. Now he just needed to convince Tatiana to have a little girl time tonight.

He walked into her house, happy he’d decided to go to the job near the close of business. Tatiana would be home soon enough. He needed to get dinner, and a good deal of wine, on to the table. He decided on a simple shrimp over fettuccine with vodka cream sauce. He liked making the sauce from scratch. He was sure he used a little extra vodka than necessary, but when was vodka ever wrong? He was setting the table when Tatiana came in. She sniffed at the air, eyes rolling and she gasped with pleasure.

“Oh, that smells amazing. What is it?”

“Good Italian food that you’re going to eat. Got a good white wine to go with it. I hope you like it.”

“I’m sure I will. Let me get changed first.”

“Don’t bother. We got some things we need to talk about.”

“Uh-oh.”

“No uh-oh. We just need to get onto the next step in your training. No use changing. You’re just going to lose your clothes anyway.”

“Lose my clothes?” Aaron fixed their plates and then sat sown across from her. Once seated, he watched her moan over her first bite. “Delicious. Okay, what do we need to talk about?”

“Tonight I want to go a little further than we did before you went to dinner. Drink your wine, dear.”

“I’m listening.”

“You did very good turning yourself on. Now I want you to finish it. Every woman should know exactly what sets her off. What turns her into mush and what makes her knees go weak. Once you know what pleases you and how to do it, no man can hold that over you. He can’t walk around like you need him just to have pleasure. You can do it yourself and it will show.”

“You are asking me to masturbate.”

“Yes. Lay on that pretty little bed you have, light some candles, toss on some music, and let go. Love yourself like you want to be loved. Do it as if you’re showing Clyde how to touch you. Let this fantasy go. Who wouldn’t want a chance to basically teach their lover exactly what they want and know they will have an apt pupil?”

“You’re right. But, I don’t know…”

“Did you enjoy turning yourself on?”

“Yes,” she said, blushing prettily. Aaron was struck again by her beauty. Not model perfect. She was too full, too much for that. She was like a woman was supposed to be. Curved in all the right spots, full of life and color. The warmth of her personality shown in her eyes like a beacon of light. She just didn’t know it. It was his job to show it to her.

“Then this should be no problem. Take yourself away.”

“Be a Calgon girl basically.”

“Exactly. Are you game?” Tatiana took a huge gulp of her wine and another bite of her food.

“Yes, I’m game. We’ll eat, have a few glasses of wine and then I’ll do my homework.”

“Good girl. Bon appétit.”

Chapter Eleven

“I’m here,” Clyde huffed into the phone. He’d driven like a bat out of hell to get to Tatiana’s home. He’d never been so excited in his life. He was going to have his own private peep show starring his newest obsession. He refused to think of the fact that this was going against what he needed to do. When Aaron had come to him with the proposition, he couldn’t think of doing anything else. He wanted this woman with a passion and he was determined to at least enjoy a part of that. He could watch her. It was safer. He never had to touch her.

“She’s already in her room. Park where you are and meet me on the right side of her house.” Clyde did as instructed. Aaron was dressed down in loose yoga pants and a turtleneck. Clyde hoped he looked as relaxed. His heart was pounding too hard to feel that way.

“Where am I going?”

“Right to her bedroom window. While she was at work, I installed a few bushes. She won’t be able to see you and neither will anyone else. Just get there and enjoy the show.”

“Where are you going to be?”

“I’m going for a drive. But the hide-away key is under the front door mat, in case you need it.”

“Well aren’t you helpful?”

“Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. I’m helping you remember?”

“Yes, I remember. I’m not unappreciative. This is just an…odd situation to say the least.”

“Love always is.”

“This isn’t about love. This is about sex.”

“If that were the case, you would have already moved on after the first time you slept with her. The idea that you just need her a few times to get her out of your system is an ignorant one.”

“You just don’t understand the concept then.”

“No, you don’t. Turn away, right now. Don’t go look, if it’s just about want. I can get her to you without this. This moment is personal for both of you.”

“I don’t love this woman, not that way anyway. I can’t give her that. If you thought I could, you thought wrong.”

“I see. Well, then, let’s shake hands now because this will be the last time you will ever see Tatiana like this again.”

Clyde felt his heart freeze. There was such finality to what Aaron was saying. He could feel it in the air. He had faced down a multitude of men in the boardroom, had taken apart their life’s work at times. He knew a closed deal when he saw one. The last time. The last time he’d ever see Tatiana in her passion. The last time he’d ever see her come. The last time he’d ever seen her in her in a vulnerable state. The last time.

Maybe this was for the best, for both of them. To make this the last time, his chance to walk away with no damage done on either side. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise. At least Aaron wasn’t taking the chance completely away. His wolf whimpered but he ruthlessly pushed the sadness down. He couldn’t afford to bring Tatiana into the world he lived in now. If nothing else, he was no longer human. He couldn’t be sure what would happen down the line. He would create children with this trait and he wasn’t sure he was comfortable with that either. Yes, this was the best way.

“I’m sorry, Aaron. This is for the best.”

“I’m sorry too. Well, sir, your show awaits you. She will say good-bye better than you ever imagined.”

After a few minutes of maneuvering into position, Clyde shrugged off the gravity of what was happening right then. He couldn’t think of his conversation with Aaron as he watched Tatiana. It wasn’t fair to her. But he would memorize every second of this to hold close. A memory to last when he walked away. The music was low but Clyde watched Tatiana turn it off anyway. She still had on her work clothes, a simple black shirt that was tucked into a black pencil skirt. The only splash of color was her salmon-colored heels.

She was coming alive before his eyes. He’d always enjoyed sparing with her. Her mind was sharp and quick. Her sense of humor was something that kept him laughing through the long workdays. But now, as her lover, he saw her in a different light. She had always been sexy, voluptuous, and earthy. Now she was a temptress, running her dark fingers through her loosened hair and stretching next to her bed. Clyde felt like a high school kid looking into her window. Still, he couldn’t look away.

Tatiana ran her hands down over the sides of her neck, then her shoulders. She grazed her fingertips over her breasts. She stopped to circle over her nipples before continuing on. Next, she caressed her clothed stomach before gliding her fingers down her hips until she slid her hands to the back. The zipper gave, and she pushed the skirt off her hips.

Clyde swallowed, stepping farther into the darkness. He was thankful for a hearty shrub. Her hips were full, tantalizing in a pair of black lace boy shorts. Clyde groaned when she stepped out of the skirt, leaving her heels on, and grasped the hem of her shirt. She pulled it over her head and tossed it away from her. The warm, flickering light of the candles touched her in places and cast shadows in other. She looked like a goddess in her demibra.

She cupped her breasts, and Clyde cupped his increasingly hard cock through the cloth of his slacks. He hadn’t even stopped to change his clothes. He’d only been mindful of what he was doing long enough to ensure he’d worn all black and to toss away his tie and jacket before getting out of his car. They’d matched, without even realizing.

She crawled on the bed, giving him a tasty view of her ass, thick and full. He wanted to grasp it, pull the globes apart and bury his face in between. He pumped himself with long strokes as she lay on her back, knees together. For a moment, his view was blocked but she pushed her underwear off her hips, leaving them to hang on one ankle and then unclasped the front of her bra and let the cups gap open. She spread her knees and he could see her entire body.

“My God,” he whispered into the air. Her fingers gripped her nipples, twisting as she tossed her head back and moaned. She wasn’t unsure or coy, she touched what she needed. He could see her pussy becoming slick as she played with nipples. His cock pushed harder against his zipper, almost painfully so. He rushed to pull the zipper down, grasping his throbbing cock. He twisted his hand as he stroked, matching her touch. She continued to finger one of her nipples as her other hand went down her body and stroked over her pussy lips. She sucked in a breath, her back arching, as she circled again. She parted the lips, using two fingers over her clit. She circled faster and faster, her hips lifting off the bed.

“Yes, T.” Clyde moaned with her, pumping his cock faster. Precome leaked from the head, making him slick. He felt larger than he had ever been, his flesh hot. Her fingers danced lower, her heels pushing into the bed so that she could lift her hips higher. He nearly fell to his knees when she stuck one finger inside. His breath rushed out of his lungs. He could swear he could smell the sticky sugar of her sex. Taste its sweetness on her tongue. His wolf was crashing inside of him, struggling to get to the woman he wanted to mark as his mate. Clyde gripped the windowsill, fisting his cock as Tatiana sank in a second finger. Her hips pumped and circled with her fingers.

“Yes, fuck those fingers, T. Make yourself come. Let me see it.” He fisted his cock faster, feeling the odd thickening in the center of his cock. It never quite seemed enough. Like it was just on the edge of his grip. Almost there, and yet not close enough. He only felt it when he was near Tatiana. She was the only one who brought out so much in him. His balls tightened against his body. He was so close but he wanted to come with Tatiana. Wanted to hear her scream through the window as he milked his come out.

“Clyde. Yes, Clyde. Fuck me harder!” He heard her loud and clear through the glass. He couldn’t fight the growl that erupted from him or the shattering grip on the windowsill. Tatiana froze inside. She sat straight up, grabbing at her cover at the same time. She scrambled to her feet, pulling the cover securely around her.

“What the hell?” he heard her say then, slowly kicking off her heels and padding over to her door, staring at the window with fear in her eyes. His wolf fought harder. It couldn’t abide her fear. He couldn’t leave her like that. Before he could think, he was lopping to the front door. He found the key to the door where Aaron said it was, cursing himself all kind of fools, even as he unlocked the door. He stepped in, following his nose to her door. He pushed it open, and she spun on him with a scream.

“What the hell are you doing here? How did you get in?”

“Tatiana, let me explain.”

“I’m waiting. Where the hell is Aaron. I am going to rip his head off. He put you up to this didn’t he?”

“T, baby, calm down.”

“Don’t you ‘baby’ me. Were you
watching
me? Have you lost your mind?”

“T,” he growled. She was standing there, challenging him. He could smell the anger, desire, and need coming off her skin. He could smell her wetness clinging to the lips of her pussy. His wolf was losing its mind. He could barely think straight.

“Get out!”

“Is that what you want me to do?” he asked then, stalking farther into the room, and closing the door behind him. He walked up to Tatiana, forcing her to take steps back as he pushed her bodily toward the bed.

“Do you want me to leave? Tell me you don’t want my cock inside you and I’ll leave right now. Tell me you didn’t want me as you rode your fingers? Tell me it wasn’t my hands you needed. You tell me any of this, and mean it, and I’ll leave right now.” He watched her swallow, her eyes misty with desire. She trembled, pushing her body against his.

“Tell me,” he said again.

“I can’t.”

“Then drop the cover, T, and get what you need.”

Chapter Twelve

She knew that she was losing her mind when she let cover drop. Her body was on fire and the near-miss climax was still quaking in her limbs. She felt her pussy throbbing and it was not to be ignored. She felt her nipples, which were already hard, tighten further when Clyde’s gaze locked on them. There was something different in his face. There was as stillness to his body that was almost predatory. It inflamed her need more. He moved toward her slowly, like some stalking beast in the woods. She could feel wetness leak from her pussy.

When Aaron had come up with the idea for her to pleasure herself, she had dreamed that it would end like this. The initial shock and worry of having Clyde see her like that had faded under a desire so strong she nearly fainted. He came closer to her until the tips of her nipples brushing his cloth covered chest.

“Take it off,” he demanded and somehow she knew what he meant. Her hands flew to his buttons and hurriedly slipped them from their holes. She undid his cufflinks and slipped the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms and tossed away. He was magnificent to behold. All brawn and strength. His hands, hard and course, slid around her waist.