Things That Go Bump in the Night IV (3 page)

“I think that is all of the Halloween decorations.” She brushed her hands off on her jeans, squinting against the brightness as she walked out of the storage shed.

“Looks to me like it’s more than enough.” Beth Parks, Sandy’s daughter, made a face while staring at the boxes on the ground. Her cell phone rang, and she looked almost relieved.

Sandy hated her daughter’s phone. It never quit ringing. “Halloween is a wonderful holiday. I don’t understand why you don’t like it.”

“I never said I didn’t,” her daughter said and then answered her phone.

“We have a big gym to decorate.” Olson Full, the principal of the pack’s new school, looked proud over the fact.

Sandy smiled at the young werewolf. He should be proud. They had one of the largest packs in the Midwest, and one of the few who could boast they had their own school.

“Well if you don’t need me anymore.” Beth had hung up her phone. “Duty calls.”

“Of course.” Olson smiled at her daughter.

And Sandy didn’t miss the hidden glance he gave her while he looked her over. But all the werewolves noticed Beth. She was so pretty. Her daughter had eyes only for her mate, though. And Sandy couldn’t be more proud of the fact that Beth was now queen bitch. She took on the responsibility as easily as she ran her private law office.

“I guess I should be going too.” Sandy didn’t know why she wanted to hurry off too.

Olson nodded, turning to walk the two of them to their cars. She had no reason to hurry off. Just because Ralph said he would see her today, she shouldn’t go home and sit and wait for him to make an appearance. She wasn’t really looking forward to him showing up anyway.

I want to see your toys.

Her heart skipped a beat at the thought. No matter what she’d done all day, she couldn’t get his comments out of her head. As she drove home, her hands moist on the steering wheel, she couldn’t stop herself from glancing around, checking to see if he was anywhere near.

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“Good grief. Stop it,” she scolded herself while she pulled into her garage.

The werewolf wouldn’t control her like this. She had done nicely over the years, raising her daughter and helping the pack when she was needed. Her life was full. She was happy. Stressing over this over-pompous werewolf would only bring her grief.

Her house was quiet, peaceful and clean. Just the tranquility needed to soothe her frazzled nerves. Her heart raced faster than it had before she got home, anticipation forming a ball in her stomach. She kept glancing toward the windows every time a car passed down her street.

She was more nervous than a schoolgirl. This was ridiculous.

“He shows up, or he doesn’t.” Talking to herself didn’t calm her. But maybe a hot shower would. And no, she wasn’t showering for Ralph. She’d been working outside all day, sorting through decorations for Halloween. She would have taken a shower even if she weren’t expecting company.

She hummed one of the songs the cubs had been singing in school that day while she showered. Her pussy was so soaked that she hardly needed soap while she shaved, her thick cream making it easy to run her razor over the most sensitive parts of her pussy. And afterwards, some of her special oil that her daughter had given her for Christmas one year made her feel especially sexy. She rubbed the scented liquid over her body before toweling dry, and then slipped into her favorite robe.

None of the pampering calmed her in the least. At this rate, if Ralph didn’t show up soon, she would be a frazzled bundle of nerves before the sun went down. She tied the belt that came with her thick terrycloth robe, more than aware of how the material brushed against her nipples.

The way Ralph had pinched them last night had kept them oversensitive all day.

They ached, craved more of his attention. In fact, who was she kidding? Every inch of her craved his touch.

“This will not do.” There was nothing worse than a female who fell all over a man, flirting with him, begging him to do whatever he wanted to her.

All that did was spoil a werewolf. Ralph would think he could just stop by on a moment’s notice and get a piece of tail without asking. And that was not going to happen. The man was aggressive. And she admitted that turned her on. But his pushiness needed curbing. There needed to be rules.

Her nightstand caught her attention, the doors not quite closed on it from the night before. This was what she needed. No werewolf would control her body, be her only means of satisfaction.

She stood, facing the small wooden cabinet where her reading lamp and alarm clock sat. Kneeling before it, she opened the double doors and searched through the contents inside. Her vibrator had to be her favorite toy. Quick and effective. After a long day she knew she could bring herself to a satisfying climax with it.

But it wouldn’t take care of the growing ache, the pressure that built deep inside her pussy. She needed something larger, something more thorough. Pulling out the soft 16

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gelatin rubber designed to sheath the vibrator, she slid it over her hard plastic toy. The cover was the color of skin, giving her toy a lifelike look.

“You are what I need tonight.” She ran her fingers over the cock-shaped sex toy, wondering how it compared to Ralph.

Her pussy moistened in anticipation, the throbbing matching the pounding of her heart. After making sure the gelatin cover was secure over her vibrator, she moved to her bed. The ache inside her pussy intensified while she stroked her toy, imagining a real cock in her hands.

She moved her fingers down to her pussy, the heat and thick musky smell growing stronger the second she moved her bathrobe to the side. Exposing herself, she smoothed her cream over her freshly shaven skin, the smoothness turning her on, making her excited, anxious to feel the hard cock she held in her hand deep inside her.

Her heavy breathing made her mouth dry. She licked her lips, staring at her toy, and then brought it to her mouth, licking its hard round edge. Dipping into the source of her heat, feeling the thick cream wrap around her fingers, she soothed the inner walls of her pussy with her fingers. She felt her inner muscles contract while moist heat soaked her hand. The toy cock was hard against her mouth and she sucked it in, closing her eyes, imagining that she gave head while fucking herself.

She moved on the bed, gyrating her hips while sucking the toy into her mouth, lubricating it so she could fuck herself. It would have to go deep, reaching that spot inside her pussy that she couldn’t reach with her fingers.

Pulling the toy from her mouth, the first wave of her lust rushed through her, the pressure inside her pussy building, bringing her to the edge. The ache grew, intensifying while she arched into her hand, forcing her fingers deep inside her cunt.

“Please.” She wanted just a little bit more. Needed to be brought over the edge just a bit further.

But her hand wasn’t enough.

Placing the toy at the entrance of her soaked pussy, the heat from deep inside her made her burn. The fire reaching past her cunt, surging through her body, had her arching, willing her orgasm to come. She was so close. Heavy throbbing in her pussy ransacked her senses, her breathing coming hard and heavy.

“I’ve got to…” she urged her body, wanting so desperately to feel that wave of relief.

Her toy cock slid inside her, filling her, stretching the tender pussy muscles that grabbed it eagerly. Pressure shifted, building, forcing her to stop just for a moment. She took slow, long breaths, trying to calm her body just for a moment so that she could ride out her orgasm.

Rolling over with her toy inside her, she flung her robe off of her, too hot now to have it wrapped around her. On all fours, she reached between her legs, pushing her toy deep inside her, fucking herself in her favorite position—doggy style.

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Gripping the edge of her toy, she began pushing it inside her and then pulling it out, slowly at first. The sensations rippled through her, filling her body with a need for more. Her fingers were moist against the gelatin, her grip against the smooth surface sliding. Moisture from her pussy saturated her toy, her fingers, her hand.

She plunged the vibrator deep inside, striving to reach the source of her pent-up pressure. That one spot that needed attention, begged to be caressed, fondled, continued to be just out of her reach.

Still the pressure built, the agony of her orgasm bordering on pain. She needed to come so bad.

“Damnit.” Nothing irritated her more than not being able to get off.

Sliding off of the bed, she pulled her vibrator out of her, her white cream covering the toy, filling the air in her bedroom with the rich scent of her lust. Almost drunk from need, from the intoxicating fragrance, she pulled her chair out from under her desk.

“You are going to get me off,” she instructed her toy, staring at it as if it might answer.

Centering it on her chair, she straddled it, holding on to it until it nudged against the entrance of her pussy.

“Do what you’re supposed to do. Now.” She forced herself down on her vibrator.

It filled her, pressed through her soaked cunt, stroked her inner muscles. The fire inside her burst into flames, heat rushing through her with more intensity than she could control.

Her toy forced its way deep within her, hitting the most sensitive muscles that craved the penetration. The toy rubbed against that one spot that demanded satisfaction.

Pressure inside of her erupted, the dam exploding, her orgasm flooding through her with wave after wave of molten heat.

She rode her toy, holding on to the back of the chair, her leg muscles burning while she moved faster and faster, riding through her orgasm like it was the eye of a storm.

“Dear Lord. Thank you.” Her breathing came hard, her damp hair stuck to the side of her face while she relaxed against the back of the chair, working to catch her breath.

When her phone rang, she jumped, her muscles clamping down on the toy still lodged deep inside her.

She chuckled. “Nothing like getting caught in the act.”

At the same moment someone knocked on her door. Sandy looked up, panic rushing through her. She glanced at her disheveled appearance in the mirror over her desk. “Oh shit.” She looked a wreck.

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“Hello?” Sandy knew she sounded out of breath when she grabbed the phone, and at the same time tried frantically to figure out what to do with her vibrator.

She never put her toys away without thoroughly cleaning them beforehand. It was a ritual, her caring for the precious objects that brought her so much pleasure.

Whoever was at the door knocked a second time.

“Mom. You sound out of breath.” Her daughter, Beth, sounded a bit rushed herself.

But that was normal for her.

“I’m fine, dear.” In fact, her body still tingled, her pussy throbbed, and other than the growing frantic feeling she couldn’t subside, she really did feel fine. “Is everything okay with you?”

There was no other choice. She stuffed her vibrator, her thick cream still covering it, into her nightstand cabinet, silently promising the inanimate object a thorough cleaning later.

“Yeah. Ethan and I thought it would be nice if you could come for dinner tomorrow night. Does that work for you?”

“Sure, honey. What time should I be over?” Sandy grabbed her bathrobe, glancing at her tousled hair in the mirror with disgust.

She struggled into her robe while heading toward the front door.

“Is six okay?”

If she had more time she would have questioned her daughter. She never was invited over for dinner. Both Beth and her mate were so busy she wondered if they ever sat down to a meal together.

“Yes. I’ll bring a dessert.” She wasn’t too sure about her daughter’s cooking. At least this way she wouldn’t starve.

She tied her robe and opened the door.

Ralph Hipp stared at her. “One more minute and I was going to come in and make sure you were okay.”

“Don’t bother, Mom,” Beth said at the same time. “Jan Price is helping out at the house now. She’s a good cook.”

“Okay.” Sandy stared at Ralph, stepping back to allow him in only when he moved toward her.

“Great. Well I’ve got to run. Ethan can’t handle a committee meeting without me there.” Her daughter laughed, blowing kisses into the phone. “Bye, Mom. Love you.”

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Any other time Sandy might have made a comment on how he’d managed to lead the pack for several years quite well before meeting her. But she simply nodded, her mouth suddenly too dry to speak, and watched Ralph saunter into her living room. The click in her ear reminded her to pull the phone away and push the button to hang it up.

Ralph took in her disheveled appearance, a grin threatening his lips.

She ran her hand through her hair, knowing she couldn’t look worse if she had planned it. Her hair was almost dry yet she hadn’t combed it. She didn’t have any makeup on, and she could only imagine what she smelled like.

No. She knew how she smelled. Heat rushed over her cheeks.

“Who were you talking to?” Ralph nodded at the phone in her hand.

Sandy moved past him to the bedroom, putting the phone on the cradle. “My daughter. I’m supposed to go to dinner over there tomorrow night.”

Ralph didn’t say anything but she heard him move in behind her. She closed her eyes, anticipating his touch. Warmth spread through her when his hands rested on her shoulders. The urge to arch back into him swept over her when his fingers gripped her, caressing her. Her robe did nothing to prevent how her body reacted to his hands on her. She might as well have been naked.

“And what have you been doing?” he asked, his breath sending fire through her at a dangerous pace.

“I just got out of the shower.” There was no way she could tell him she’d just fucked her vibrator.

Her heart raced in her chest when he ran his fingers through her almost dry hair.

He tugged, pulling her head to the side. She looked up at him, his expression dark, powerful, all-knowing. That relaxed expression of his, the slight movement of his jaw, and his scrutinizing gaze made it hard for her to swallow, to think.