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Warning: Sexy times :)
The black wolf stopped running when he reached the clearing where his house stood. As he walked towards his front porch, his form shifted and in the place of a four legged wolf stood a two legged nude man. Sherlock took another step towards home when he was nearly knocked over by the mouth watering scent that lingered in the air. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, a small smile forming on his face.
Today was Molly's twenty first birthday. She was in the height of her heat cycle. Although his visit with Irene had helped sedate his lust, already his cock was hardening as the musky scent teased his nostrils. He stepped onto his porch where he was met by a glaring John who had come outside.
"Get that ridiculous grin from your face Sherlock, "John said. "Molly is asleep and I intend for her to stay that way. She shouldn't be in heat for more than another day."
Sherlock grinned cheekily and opened his mouth to speak, but closed it and looked at John shrewdly. "How do you know her heat is almost over," he asked. "It couldn't be almost over, unless some of the pheromones and hormones had been dispelled in some way."
John smirked. "Mary and I took care of her."
Sherlock narrowed his eyes, a low growl of warning emitting from his throat. "What do you mean YOU and Mary took care of her John," he snapped.
John's smirk widened. "Don't you growl at me you big scruffy flea motel," he said. "I meant that I gave her hypos while Mary gave her other things to help with her heat."
"What things," Sherlock snapped. "And I do not have fleas," he sniffed.
"Yes you do," John teased. "Why don't you come inside and put some bloody clothes on. I don't want to see that thing standing up and saluting me."
He turned and walked inside and Sherlock followed him. "And please try to be respectful to Molly's condition. Her father is coming to visit her for her birthday tomorrow evening," John added.
"How do you know that," Sherlock asked.
"Because your brother called me."
"Why did he call you and not me," Sherlock asked frowning.
"He calls me all the time Sherlock, we just don't tell you about it," John said.
Sherlock glared at John. "Why should he call you all the time," he sniffed. "Never mind, who the hell cares? Nosey is what he is. Now, what were you talking about when you said Mary had gotten Molly some things?"
"Woman things, now shut up and put some damn clothes on," John snapped. "Oh and Sherlock, leave Molly alone or I will hypo you with enough sedatives to knock out a baby elephant. You'll be drooling for Sir Malcoms' visit tomorrow."
"You're not the boss of me," Sherlock fumed.
"Sherlock clothes, now," John said as he left Sherlock standing alone and naked in the living room.
Sherlock waited until John had rounded the corner before sticking his tongue out. He turned in the opposite direction and walked down the hall towards his bedroom. The musky scent of Molly was overwhelming. When he got to his bedroom door, he placed his hands on the door and pressed his cheek against the door.
His left hand moved down the door to the door knob.
Don't…the wolf hissed.
I just want to see her…Sherlock argued turning the knob and slowly opening the door.
The room was dark with only a sliver of moonlight coming in through the window underneath the curtain. He closed the door behind him and walked over to the bed, being careful not to wake her. The air in the room was heavy with the smell of her arousal and her juices.
He looked down at her sleeping form, his wolfish eyes making it easy for him to see her. She lay on her back, her head to the side, cheek pressed against the pillow. Her hair was splayed around her in a picturesque way. He could hear the soft sounds of her breathing and her lips were slighted parted. The gown she wore was white and cotton, it clung to her in all the right places. She had kicked the sheet off her and her gown was barely covering her thighs. Her legs were slightly parted.
He watched her sleep and noted that though she still stirred, she was much more peaceful that she had been earlier in the day. His curiosity got the better of him so he ignored his aching, rock hard cock. And instead of leaving the room to get away from what was tormenting him; he wanted to know exactly what Mary had brought Molly.
John had said woman things…we what kind of woman things, Sherlock wondered.
Quietly, he opened the drawer beside the bed and grinned. He reached in and pulled out the vibrator. He looked at it, holding it out in front of him before pulling under his nose and inhaling.
"So you didn't want to try this one, Molly," Sherlock whispered softly. He put the vibrator back in the drawer and looked down at Molly. He gently traced the curve of her cheek and she instantly responded to his touch in her sleep. She turned her head towards his hand and mumbled something softly. He caressed her cheek gently.
He turned his attention back to the drawer. "Good Lord," he said softly, pulling the cock and balls out and holding it up. "Not really for a beginner is it, Mary," he said pulling it to his nose and inhaling. "Nope, didn't think so. Smart girl Molly…I don't imagine this would have been very comfortable." He put it back in the drawer and looked to see if there was anything else. Seeing that there wasn't, he closed the drawer.
"So what did you use Molly, these sheets are soaked…you had to have had something…"he said quietly. He walked to the other side of the bed and grinned when it caught his eye. The moonlight hit the silver, illuminating it in the darkness. He reached out and took it from beside her thigh. "Good choice Mary," he whispered inhaling the small silver vibrator. "Oh yes…that's nice…very nice…"
Have some respect…The wolf snapped.
I mean no disrespect…it smells divine…absolutely scrumptious…
She would be mortified if she knew…the wolf hissed.
She doesn't, she is asleep. John drugged her… Sherlock argued with his wolf.
Put it back and get out before she wakes up… the wolf growled.
Molly moaned softly and turned her head towards Sherlock. She slowly opened her eyes and he quickly dropped the silver bullet to the floor so that she would not be embarrassed.
"Sherlock…"she said groggily. "I don't feel well…you shouldn't be in here…"
Sherlock dropped to his knees beside the bed, the warnings of his wolf, John, and Mary were all forgotten the moment he heard Molly's soft voice. His lust came back in full force along with the throbbing of his hard cock.
"Why can't I be here Molly," he asked reaching out to stroke her hair. The moment his hand made contact with her skin, she moaned and goose pimples broke out over her skin.
"Sherlock…"she sighed and pressed her face against his hand.
"You are so beautiful…"he whispered.
She turned her body towards his with her brow creased. "I don't want to feel like this…it's horrible…and I feel ashamed by it…" she whispered in a small voice as tears filled her eyes. "I just want this feeling to go away…"
It's as if she had thrown cold water all over him. Along with the lust he felt for her, he was consumed with a desire to comfort her.
"There is no shame in being an Omega Molly; it's a perfectly natural thing that you are experiencing. It is just more difficult for you because you do not yet have a mate," he said gently, caressing her cheek.
"You want me don't you…" she asked.
He nodded. "Very much Molly. I am a un bonded alpha; I cannot help but respond to you."
She shook her head. "You see, this is wrong Sherlock…people shouldn't be drawn to one another just because their bodies are out of control. You wouldn't want me if I weren't in heat…"
Tell her she's wrong…the wolf demanded.
Sherlock swallowed hard, but said nothing. Molly turned away from him and moaned miserably, rubbing her legs together. Sherlock's pupils dilated and he wet his lips.
Tell her how you feel…the wolf hissed. Comfort her, tell her she is wrong, that you would want her whether she is in heat or not…tell her the truth Sherlock…
"Molly…" Sherlock began, but he just could not make himself say the words…he could not tell her that he cared about her, that he felt things for her that frightened him and made him feel vulnerable.
"Sherlock please…Oh God…I can't stand it…please…you can have me…" she pleaded.
He could feel every nerve ending on his body burning for her. She had just told him what he longed to hear. His cock throbbed painfully as if it were about to burst. His respiration increased tenfold and his eyes were black with his desire for her, but buried beneath his lust, speaking to him just loud enough to give him pause, was his heart.
She doesn't know what she's saying…she's miserable and would say anything to make the heat go away…
"Sherlock please…" she pleaded spreading her legs and moving against the mattress.
"Fuck…"he hissed, pulling himself away from the bed. His hands clenched and unclenched. He took several steadying breaths as he listened to her moan and plead. He could smell the fresh spurts of wetness coating her thighs.
"Oh Sherlock…please fuck me…please take me…make me yours, even for tonight…please…so wet…" she moaned. "So wet for you…"
He turned back to her and dropped back down to the floor. He grabbed her hand. "Molly look at me," he said.
She turned to look at him and licked her lips. "Sherlock…"
"No listen to me," he said. "Try very hard to understand what I am saying to you…if I took you now when you're like this, you would regret it and…"
"No I wouldn't I swear," she said reaching out for him. "Please…please I want you so bad. Please make me yours…"
Sherlock grit his teeth. "Believe me Molly there is nothing that I would like to do more than make you mine, but I can't…not like this…"
She smiled and bit her bottom lip. "But you want me…" she said softly. " I know you do. You're so hard for me right now you could explode…I know you're in pain because I am…we could help each other…"
"I…Molly…listen to me…" he said.
Tears welled in her eyes. "I don't care if I'd regret it! Do you understand? I am begging you, please! Anything is better than this."
"You don't know what you're saying. I won't take your virginity…not like this…" he said. She began to interrupt him, but he put his finger to her lips. "But…I can do something else for you. And it would give me pleasure also."
She nodded. "Please Sherlock…anything…I'd let you do anything to me that you wanted…anything Sherlock…I am yours…"
He groaned and bit the inside of his cheek as his cock exploded. Three large spurts of his hot cum hit the side of the mattress. He dropped his forehead against the mattress and tried to control his breathing and reign in his desire. His cock jerked on its own as it emptied itself. He had never had an orgasm just by what someone had said to him before, but the way he felt for her…the need and hunger that he had for her and her telling him that he could do whatever he wanted to her…it was too much.
"Sherlock are you alright," she asked reaching out and running her hands through his hair. He caught her wrist and growled low in his throat. Before Molly realized that he had even moved, he was on top of her, straddling her, holding her wrists above her head. He stared down at her and she smiled, running her tongue along her bottom lip.
He leaned down and kissed her, crushing her lips with his own. His ran his tongue along her bottom lip, trying t coax her to part her lips. He was not disappointed in her response. She parted her lips and sighed into his mouth as his tongue swept into her mouth. He kissed her deeply, stealing her very breath from her until he pulled away suddenly. He let go of her wrists and she reached out for him, thinking he was going to leave. He caught her hands and entwined his fingers with hers, leaning over her to kiss her nose.
"You will enjoy this Molly…" he whispered against her mouth. "And you will feel so much better."
He scooted backward down the length of her body and the bed, climbing onto the floor. He knelt down at the end of the bed. He grasped her ankles and pulled her forward, placing her legs over his shoulders as he did so.
Inhaling her delicious scent, he parted her folds gently with his fingers. She was dripping wet and he could not wait to taste her. He tested the waters by flicking his tongue over her clit. She shrieked and jerked her body. He closed his mouth over her engorged clit and sucked hard. She came instantly, crying out and convulsing.
He did not wait for her body to come down from its high before he delved in full force. He lapped at her, sucking and licking her clit. She bucked into his face, clawing at the bed. He grabbed her wrists and held them down against the mattress as he feasted. Her heals dug into the small of his back as she shuddered against his face, screaming his name as she came again.
He nosily licked and sucked; enjoying her moans and cries as much as he did her taste. Over and over she came. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through her body. When one would end another would take its place. It was so good, tears streamed down her cheeks.
It did not matter how hard she bucked or convulsed against him, he did not stop. He sucked, licked, and lapped at her with unyielding vigor.
"Oh…My…God…" she gasped. "Sher…don't stop…sooooo good…please don't stop…."
He answered her by suckling her clit into his mouth and twirling the swollen nub around with his tongue mercilessly.
Sherlock would spend the next two hours on his knees with his face comfortably nestled in between Molly's thighs while she spent the next two hours shuddering and convulsing, screaming his name over and over.
Whew...glad that's done, lol...
Next, the afternath, John's reaction, and papa vampire's visit.
Hope you all enjoyed! Hugs and kisses!
PS...I've gotten a few reviews and a few pm's from folks concerned for Irene...I can't say that she's out of the woods yet with Sebastian...but things will begin to look up for her.