Chapter 03:
Paul laid the petite woman on his bed and moved behind to adjust his pillow just right for her. He then pulled out his duvet from his wardrobe where he'd stored it after he started phasing, not needing it anymore despite the chill of the rain-heavy air, and covered her small form with it.
He then sat by the sole chair in his bedroom, the one that sat by his small study table tucked in a corner, and watched the sleeping woman silently.
His mind inordinately flashed back to the day a fortnight back that had brought her here to him. She was wildly angry at him for what she thought he did, he knew, but he still felt a small smile tugging at his lips as that day played in his mind's eye.
~flashback~
Paul was a happy, happy guy that day. He had finally collected enough money to afford a weekend getaway some place far and Sam had cleared his holiday after a lot of relentless pleading.
He understood where Sam came from, they were just three of them that had phased, despite the long years that had passed since their first phasing. So, there were just the three of them to take care of the entire reserve, and with him gone, both Sam and Jarod would be hard pressed with the extra patrol shifts they'd have to take up.
But Paul really needed the vacation!
His time before phasing had sucked, thanks in a big part to an abusive father and then his life had been tossed into a right whirlwind when he had phased.
Don't get him wrong, being a wolf was probably the coolest thing he'd ever done but it still restricted his life in more ways than one.
So, after finishing school, he'd joined Sam and Jarod and they'd formed their own construction company and he had promised himself a nice trip as a gift after their first successful project.
And yet a good year had passed after their first few projects, mind you, that he finally put his foot down. He was going on his trip and nothing could deter him.
So he goaded Sam to his wits end for a weekend leave and then booked the first available flight to the cheapest place he could find, since he wanted to spend his money at the destination rather than the travel. With his wolf's healing, quick as it was, mere joint crinks from jammed spaces could not affect him much and the cheapest flight had been to Las Vegas, so he definitely was not changing his destination. Simple really.
"Booze, gambling and shags, here I come," he grinned and picked up his beaten backpack from the rickety table in his hall and almost skipped his way to his car.
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Unlike his miserly travel, he had splurged on a hotel room and settled well in the plush suite he had rented for the weekend. After an amazingly perfect shower, he had hopped down to the bar, wanting to get a few drinks in himself before hitting the in-house casino. Not that he could get drunk anymore, but he liked to grab a pint or two every now and then, just for old times sakes.
And that was where all had changed for him.
He saw a young woman, gingerly making her way to the bar. She could not have looked more out of place with her dark grey pencil-skirt stopping right at her knees, a no non-sense cap-sleeved white blouse on top of it, tucked in immaculately in the skirt, and a charcoal grey coat draped over her left hand. Her extremely practical black ballets were doing her small frame no favours either.
But what had caught his attention was the brunette bun on her head. Her hair looked wild naturally, yet the prissy bun looked tamed and officious, as if she had consciously dabbled its spirit to portray something that wasn't her true self, hiding her wildering passion from others. And he was itching to find out if his theory was true.
As luck would have it, she had seen him staring heatedly at her, yet instead of running the other way around like her dress dictated, she came straight to him, placing herself right in his personal space. He had checked her out thoroughly in the close proximity and a particular part of his anatomy had really appreciated her sophisticated look.
Until he had looked into her eyes. Their effect on him had been immediate. Their call to him, true. He'd drowned in their deep, dark depths, knowing he'd never arise from them again. His heart had skipped a beat only to pick it up erratically again. He didn't care what she wanted of him, he only knew he'd deliver it straight away, or die trying.
Then she had spoken to him.
Her sweet voice had sent him straight to the top-most levels of the heavens where only ecstasy prevailed, nothing else.
The how and why of their tumble in his bed were a big blur in his mind. He only remembered kissing her all through the way from the bar to his room, and now that he thought about it, he realised it was a miracle that he had even remembered where his room was and more so that he hadn't just taken her in the elevator leading up to his room, if not right at the bar. It had almost felt like an invisible force had pushed them both beyond the realm of reason, right into each other's arms.
And he had never been happier.
His entire trip, delayed as it was, his trip to the bar, it all fit because somewhere deep-down in his heart he had known that she was the reason. He was sent there, at the right time, at the right place only to find her and be with her.
Hermione Granger she had introduced herself as, it was the only thing he had remembered from the bar.
"Hermione," he had whispered in prayer, once the door to his room was shut behind them and he had kneeled in front of her, slipping the hooks of her sensible skirt off and tugging the all-covering garment down.
When he had stood up to pull at her blouse, her hands had frantically come down to his shirt, unbuttoning it with a frenzy, all the while they both hadn't pulled away from the other's mouth.
Then she had plucked at the button on the zip of his jeans. He had had to hold her small hands in his own to stop her, pushing her backwards, into his room, close to his bed. And that was when he had looked at her, all his theories of her repressed wild side confirmed.
The naughty black teddy that had some sheer fabric on her tummy and floral lace hiding her true treasures was at absolute odds with her prissy hair bun, though he'd done a good job of musing it for her, loosening it's tight grip, settling it on her nape with strays falling all over her lovely heart-shaped face.
Eyes had turned black with arousal, hers and his, as he had pulled at the stick that was barely containing her wild mane and her curls had slipped free, cascading down her shoulders, reaching her mid-back.
He had fisted his hands in her hair and brought her mouth to his, showing her with his tongue what he wanted to do to her.
She had hummed in pleasure and the keening noises she was making had fired him on. From where he had the patience to pull at her teddy instead of ripping it off, he did not know but within seconds the teasing undergarment was on the floor.
She stood proud and beautiful, like Venus rising from the waves and he'd been unable to stop himself from trailing his kisses lower, over the side of her slender neck, up on her eminent collar bone, between the hollow of her ripe mounds that were flushed with the heat of the moment, then lower across her flat tummy, right on the thin line of fine, brown hair that trailed a path below her navel showing him where she needed his attentions the most.
And he had happily obliged.
Rubbing against the backs of her legs, he had pushed her forward, her intimate folds coming right in front of his eager mouth and he had dipped his head for a taste of her nectar.
She had clutched at his hair and pushed at his shoulder, keeping him where he was, not that he had had any plans of moving any time soon.
He had pleasured her weeping clit, sucking it into his hot mouth from between his teeth, then when her thudding heart had spoken to him of her approval of his actions, he had brought one hand around and pushed his long and brawny finger in.
Her knees had bucked and he had immediately stood up, supporting her light weight with his own blessed body and then thrown her on his big, soft bed, hovering over her petite form as she had settled herself on it.
Then their passion had begun.
His mouth had pleasured hers, moving towards her breast that were craving his attention too, and he happily lavished it on them both. She had brought her hands down between them and finished what he had interrupted earlier, pulling his zipper down and pushing at his jeans unceremoniously.
He had barely made it out of his pants, somehow remembering to pull out a condom from his wallet before he lost his jeans for the night.
A few of them had fallen on the bed and Hermione had quirked her brow at him in amusement.
"Oh, I plan on using them all with you, tonight," he had risen to the unspoken challenge.
Her following blush had been from embarrassment or anticipation, he wasn't too sure. A little bit of both, he had hoped.
Ripping one pack with his teeth, he had pulled out the rubber and covered his erection. Without waiting for a sign, he had pushed her legs apart, placing himself between them and then pushed inside her heated core.
Her satisfied moan that had appreciated the way he had filled her had gone straight to both his heads and he'd rocked their bed in his enthusiasm, soon spilling inside the condom while still being sheathed lovingly in her confined warmth.
When he'd slid right out of her wet heat, he'd known he hadn't held himself back for long enough, but the purring wolf inside him had consoled him about the night being too young to feel let down just yet.
Not giving her time to realise what had happed, he had glided his way down her body, giving her head more thorough than he had ever done in the past and yet her wetness hadn't abated.
His wolf had growled from the inside in frustration and something had snapped within him.
For the first time ever, he had felt his wolf come up and take charge while he was still a human.
As if she had known what had happened, Hermione had widened her eyes comically. In an outer body experience, he had felt himself turn her around with one small tug and land her on her stomach. Finding his way between the mattress and her body, he had continued to pull her up on her fours and then he'd done the wolf thing to do.
He had mounted her.
From the back.
And impaled her.
Thoroughly.
His wolf had her writhing and growling in pleasure and he had heard himself groaning and grunting in tune with her.
Then somehow, his hand had found its way to her weeping clit and circled it, pulling her closer to him, making her arch her back in pleasure and then he'd bent his head and kissed the soft spot just under her neck, that was popping her heart's erratic rhythm, dancing with his rough thrusts in her.
And he had bitten her.
Almost like a leech did for a feed, he had noticed, paling.
Yet his thrusts hadn't stopped.
His teeth had broken her skin and left a purple mark of possession on her ivory skin there.
She had howled her pleasure to the high heavens at that and his wolf had smugly joined in, both of them mating like a wolf couple in heat but in a completely human environment.
She had crashed soon after, and he had happily crushed her with his own weight, both sighing in pleasure at the deed done.
Carefully, then, he had detached himself from her and moved in beside her, stretching his tall form, touching it to her small one.
She had smiled sleepily and folded herself into him, moulding her body perfectly against his, just as he had brought his long arm out and tucked her closer to himself, to keep her warm.
He had woken up soon, intent on fulfilling his promise to her – of using the fallen condoms on her that same night but she wasn't there.
He had searched for her all through his room and then all around the hotel, even charming it's manager to inform him of her room number, but she hadn't been booked with them.
She was gone.
Left, as she had come, without a trace.
He had been broken since.
Until now.
He came back to the present, watching over the sleeping woman in his bed.
He would not let her leave him like that, ever again, he promised, intending to ensure he was able to keep his promise this time around.
I'll watch over her like a hawk if I have to, but I won't live in a world without her ever again.
The fierceness of his promise, shone like fire in his eyes…