Smut content (but there's also character development).
With her hands pressed against the cold glass, the thought of all the people walking on the street and possibly glancing up, Samantha forgot about any score count and closed her eyes in pleasure. Her breath was causing shrouds on the transparent wall, and her body couldn't fight against it one bit. She had lost when she allowed Rider to do what he wanted, and she gave up any trace of control.
It was the easiest way to get what she wanted: when he was taking the lead, she would be completely smitten and just enjoy all the ecstasy. The point was lost, either way: why make it even harder when she could get so much more if she let go?
She whined when the first wave of the climax hit her, but she couldn't get any more of it because he stopped suddenly and turned her around. She sighed helplessly, already envisioning his wicked torture.
«Don't do that,» she breathed. «Just finish it quickly this time.»
«Don't worry, Mine,» he growled back. «You won't be late for work...»
His hand enveloped her breast, and she moaned when he pressed her against the glass. A shiver crossed her whole body at the chilliness, and the difference of temperature between her back and front parts were exciting her even more. And the interrupted climax made her more receptive to any caress.
Her back was covered in sweat, and the glass was wet from her breath. When Rider pulled her up by the thighs, she tried pressing on it to keep balance, yet it was too slippery. Like that, all she could do was cling on Rider and hope he could hold her long enough. If not, the floor was still a good option.
«Look at me,» he said, whispering to her ear before licking her neck. «I want to see your face as you come.»
He straightened up, noticing how she was following his directions without an ounce of resistance. If that was the way to have an obedient and trusting mate, he was going to do it more often. Hungry for pleasure and smitten under his touch, Samantha looked at him while their bodies returned to being one. She panted, groaned and screamed her feelings, but all without moving her eyes away from him.
Somewhere in the living room, a phone rang. It was not Samantha's, though.
«Someone is calling you,» she said.
«I'm busy at the moment.»
Her eyes didn't wander far from his while his hands squeezed her butt until making her moan in a complaint.
«Don't get distracted.»
«Why not?»
«I won't let you go this easily if you do,» he explained, bending over to kiss her lips.
His tongue claimed her mouth, leaving her without breath yet unwilling to fight for it. Suffocating wasn't an issue, and she just replied to the kiss without turning it into a fight for supremacy.
Little by little, they were starting to understand each other - at least, in bed - and she had learnt when to insist and when to let him have his way.
Her nails dug in his shoulders while her moans were stiffened by his greedy tongue. The ringing in the background didn't disturb their engagement, and they both came together, wailing and panting in their wild kiss.
When the waves decreased in intensity and they could think again, Rider split from her. He made sure she was standing on her own feet before turning to throw the condom away. He walked back while buttoning his trousers, ready to go and with a wide grin on his face. He had woken up with a great mood that morning, and it could only improve when his mate had pulled him to the wall and pushed her butt on his crotch in a transparent invite. Even though he was getting a little too predictable.
When he turned to where he had left Samantha, he found her on the floor. She was leaning on the wall, her hair messy and her breath still fast. Her eyes were closed, and her hands were on the ground, preventing her from sliding even lower.
The wall was stained by her sweat, tracing the trajectory of her body.
He observed her with a hint of worry, but it soon disappeared when she looked back at him. She was... tired and pleased. As much as not to be able to stand after that.
He observed her form upwards, all proud and mighty. He was the reason for her tiredness, after all. He could feel powerful for a couple of seconds more!
The gaze they exchanged had nothing lewd nor intimate. Yet, it connected them. He could feel what she felt, and he liked knowing that she wasn't regretting following his lead.
And, most likely, she could pick up some of his feelings. He could read it in her naughty expression.
He bent down and picked her up, carrying her to the bed.
«Just tell them you're tired or that the Black Moon had a strong effect on you, Mine. You don't need to go to work this badly, do you?»
«I don't know,» she chuckled. «But no one is going to need me today, luckily.»
He pressed his lips on hers in a chaste peck before leaving the room. His phone was still ringing, and he waited to be out of the apartment before answering.
«Yes?» he said.
«I want you back here. Now. They might attack...»
«Attack?» Renato said, turning his head back for a moment.
Their best warrior was currently resting in a sweaty bed. How could they organise an attack without her?
«Norwich has attacked our obligations. They're doing it as a decoy... Next will be to attack the headquarters! I want you back here!»
«Will they attack?» Renato repeated.
Samantha had said a few times she wouldn't be going anywhere. It meant that Nathaniel Woods wasn't planning to use brute force that day.
«Do you know something useful?» his Alpha asked.
Renato thought about it for a split second. He was sure: no attack was planned. It meant that his pack was safe.
There was no reason to use the information Samantha had given him without noticing. She was getting too transparent for her own good.
«No, Alpha. I know nothing. I will be back soon.... I'm on my way.»