Tara should be ashamed of herself. But damn it, she was just fantasizing. It wasn't like it was happening. And she couldn't get it out of her head. She compared every single man who walked into Merlotte's that night to her man, and of course, none of them measured up.

Alcide Herveaux, the man, the werewolf was handsome from the depth of his dark eyes to the gentle expressions of his voice. Alcide had a square face with high, bold cheekbones, and a broad chin. He was handsome from his generous opinions to the touch of his hand upon her own.

Alcide has ruined me, in the best possible way.

She thought while walking home still thinking of her sexy wolf who'd be waiting for her. How careful, even tender, he had been last night when shifting into a wolf and back to human as he licked her heated center. He wouldn't be harsh at first. No, Alcide wasn't the type who liked to hurt; more like the type who liked to tease her mercilessly. At home she showered, the warm pressured water washing the smell of the fried bar food from her skin and hair. She took her time preening and braiding her thick hair.

Leaving the steamy bathroom, the young beauty smiles at the sight of her hard-working man kicked back on their California King bed, because anything smaller, his feet would hang. His dark, wavy hair cascades his forehead as he sleeps.

Oh shit, how long was I in there?

She took a moment more to admire him. The huge imposing man, a wolf, looks like an angel when he sleeps. He's on his back one of his arms is lying across his stomach, the other tucked under his head. His mouth is parted slightly and she can hear soft snores.

He's just beautiful and looks sexy as hell laying in our bed. He looks fucking edible, I am ruined... ruined…

She quietly moved around the room looking for a comfortable garment to sleep in. She slipped on her form-fitting pristine white nightgown. The camisole hugged her shapely hips like liquid silk. The silk caressed her soft skin like a cool autumn breeze. She leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on her sleeping beau's lips, revealing the taste of his flesh.

"Take that sexy little thing off before I rip it off," Alcide said as he lifted his head from the pillow and peered at her firmly. The way he'd spoken to her, his voice rough and gravelly against her ear, so close that his scruffy beard tickled her cheek. Tara's round face was marked by striking doe eyes and full lips.

She bit into her bottom lip, trying to contain her grin, realizing what she'd done. Not wanting another gown ruined, she quickly slid her nightgown off entirely and tossed it to a corner of the room. While doing so, she took the opportunity to kneel on the bed and watch herself in the mirror over the dresser, full breasts bouncing slightly and nipples already taut. She was rougher on herself than Alcide would have been. He'd handled her like a flower, careful not to break her, but she knew her body well already; knew just where to touch and how hard to tug on her nipples until she started to go a little breathless, cheeks flushed, lips open in a soft little "o". She felt sexy that way, on her knees, eyes on her own body in the mirror as she slid a hand over her panties, and rubbed slow circles over the fabric until it started to go damp, little noises caught in her throat.

"Take those sexy little panties off before I lose my fucking mind" He growled, his dark eyes stormy with lust.

Warmth flooded through them as she slipped out of her panties, He never took his eyes off her as he reached into the nightstand and felt the fuzziness of the handcuff.

His eyebrows rose along with his smile, "Tara Mae Thornton, the rebellious bartender, even the local cops were cautious of you," He smiled wolfishly, taking a second to appreciate the delightful picture of his lady bound prettily for him, showing him her bikini waxed pussy like a prize.

Warm, strong hands trailed along her hipbone, his hands still had that firmness, that certainty about them as he touched her to make sure she was okay. She spread her legs much wider as his hands went everywhere, anywhere, stroking all the sensitive skin he could touch. Her stomach, lower and lower; the dip right below her hipbones, her ass. He'd love that, watching her writhe in need, her beautiful face, pleading, her body begging, becoming more and more sensitive as the effects of touch took over.

"Alcide, please…"

She needed more, but he wouldn't touch her there yet. She wondered how long he'd tease her for, how much more she could take. Only when Tara had started to squirm would he finally touch her between the legs, slower and softer than she'd like - not because he was scared to hurt her, no; he'd want to drag it out as long as he could, wanted to make her wetter, needier, slick dripping down her thighs. He'd stroke his fingertips so, so lightly over her swollen clit, making her shudder and clench her legs together to keep his hand there, to no avail. This time Tara didn't hold back a soft moan; he cupped her ass with his palm, watching her grind against it, drawing the prettiest sounds from her before pulling away again. He swung his arm and smacked her shapely bottom making her cry out in surprise. He smacked her ass a few more times, harsh impact contrasting with the soft caress of just a moment before, making her whimper. Her sexy groan sparked a fiery passion in him and he growled. His dark eyes sparkled bright amber and he howled.

The scent of her arousal permeated from her flesh, "You smell good enough to eat, sexy girl," he growled.

"Yes, eat me, devour me!", Her almond-shaped doe eyes were rounded with a mixture of excitement and lust.

"If you're a good girl and cum for me I'll give you my cock," He whispered, his voice husky with lust. His hands glide over her stinging flesh and he rubs gently.

With two fingers, he rubbed insistently at her clit before pushing into her slowly, wanting to draw out the moment. He knows how hard or how soft. He lowered his bearded face to her thighs as he put his mouth to her pussy, and sucked on her clit hard and fast and rough, just the way she liked it. She is hit by his lighting and her thighs shake. Alcide pumped his thick long digit in and out of her, knowing exactly when to curl his finger to hit that secret spot inside of her. His skilled fingertips move quickly over that magic spot inside of her, making her gasp.

"Oh. My. God," Tara panted as the pressure began to build rapidly.

Her walls begin to pulse around his fingers. She let out a soft, breathy moan, quietly chanting his name as her orgasm paths its way through her entire body. She shook, arching her back and panting to catch her breath.

"That's my girl," Alcide praises his mate.

He wouldn't be able to hold out without giving his poor, hard cock some attention, she knew it; the bulge in his jeans must be nothing short of torture. So, he'd pull his jeans down, tugged his cock out of his boxers, hard and leaking for her already. Her legs are thrown back as he gently settles his muscular body onto her petite frame. His thick tip pushes into her with a slow shallow thrust. The lovers beam at each other with a sultry smirk as he drives into her slippery center to the hilt, making her gasp, their entire bodies shutter at the sensation. His cockhead bumped against her clit with every thrust. Their bodies glistened with sweat.

He could feel her wet walls clenching around his member, "You better not come yet," he hissed.

Tara's eyes slam shut, her entire body shakes as the waves of her approaching orgasm nears.

"Good girl," he kissed her neck affectionally.

He wouldn't let himself come, and she knew why. Knew what was next. Loved every moment of it. He made her ache for it, arching her hips, needing more. Alcide would know when she'd had enough of his teasing. She was getting close, really close, the pleasure building up inside her. His mind half human half beast formed mental pictures, dissolved into half-formed thoughts, snippets of fantasies he couldn't hold out long enough to make into a coherent sequence.

So close. So close.

The tip of that thick cock pressing into her, her muscles spasming around his ample member, his whole body covering hers as his hips moved of their own accord -

Just a little more...

"Oh, Come for me, Tara..." He moaned in her ear as he spilled inside her, filling her up.

At the same time, she was coming harder than she ever had before, clenching around his pulsating cock, hips bucking wildly with the intensity of it.

"Oh, Come for me, Tara..." The sound of Alcide's voice still echoed in her mind as she came down from the high.

The handsome wolf took good care of his mate afterward, the young beauty was all blissed out and loose-limbed, unable to do much more than slump against him as soon as he untied her wrists. He made sure the shower was nice and warm before getting in with her. He lathered their bodies with soap, gently washing the cum off her thighs before wrapping her up in a towel, kissing her wet hair, and leading her to their bed.