Alex’s alarm set off at 07:30 A.M, as it did when he wasn’t drinking the night before. Last night was one of those nights he chose to watch a few episodes of the classic Twilight Zone TV series while munching on his favorites: Twizzlers and Twinkies ― his guilty pleasures that no one knew.
He opened a bleary eye and let out a couple of long yawns. He rubbed the heel of his palm into his eye socket and stretched in his bed, taking his time to fully wake up. He sat up in bed, letting the blanket fall off and exposing his firm chest and abs. This particular day was one of those rare days he woke up alone in his bed. This meant that he had the entire morning to think, and enjoy his black coffee and early morning news.
After a minute of staring blankly at his empty ceiling, Alex scratched his stubbled cheek before rolling out of his bed and padding toward his kitchen for a tall glass of warm water. As soon as he emptied the glass, he walked to his bathroom.
He pulled down his boxer brief, and folded it before tossing it inside a Rattan waste basket. He stepped inside the shower and twisted the knob. Immediately, warm water ran down his body, and his skin instantly reacted to the water. The water pressure was a bit high, stinging his skin. But he didn’t mind. He groaned in satisfaction, planted his palms against the wall, and ducked his head under the spray. He breathing in the steam, letting the running water massage the back of neck and shoulders. Long, hot showers were another guilty pleasure of his.
Alex had always been a fan of long showers as it made him loosen up and it was opportunity for him to do some thinking―he would usually have a lot of time to think whenever he was alone. And long showers were his time to review the previous day and the day ahead while he enjoyed the feeling of the hot water against his skin seems. It was usually a nice and calm thing for him, but today, it's frustrating because all he could of was her.
Francine Grimaldi. The name quickly drifted to the surface of his mind.
The woman was the obviously the risky type because, Francine wasn’t just a vampire, but she also stirred unwanted thoughts in him. And he knew himself to be the type who had little to no regard for whatever rules that their elders had set for the two clashing beings to obey in order to coexist harmoniously with the humans. Meeting her and thinking about her now was actually threading on dangerous ground.
Francine was beautiful, in fact, she was the most beautiful woman he had slept with, if not even the most beautiful woman he ever laid his blue eyes on, and her spectacular was something Alex could never ignore: amazing legs he would do anything to spread in front of him and breasts that he would worship in a heartbeat. And all he could do now was imagine his fingers drawing the shape of Francine’s curves, and imagining her soft as well as sultry moans under his touch.
Alex filled his palm with shower gel and smeared it slowly across chest before his hand slid over his abs, feeling the curves of the muscles. Steam filled the air around him now, then his hands slowly slid down, until his fingers reached his stiffening member. He lightly stroked himself, letting his mind drift through different fantasies with Francine.
And it felt good. Alex was never the one who would deprive himself of anything that could pleasure him.
What would Francine look like in bodycon dress with plunging neckline? Alex asked himself and soon his imagination started to present Francine’s full breasts pressing against the material as she leaned forward on his desk.
Alex quickly imagined how would it feel to start kissing those soft breasts and sucking those perky nipples while his hands explored the rest of her body: her flat and slim waist, round bellybutton, long legs and what was between them.
He continued to stroke himself, his breath had become shorter and heavier.
He closed his eyes and focused on what he’d do to Francine’s body when a flash of brown hair caught her imagination. For a split second, Harper’s face flashed in front of him. He groaned, and not entirely in pleasure.
What the hell?
But his erection was already aching against his belly despite Harper’s brief intermission. He still couldn’t believe that Harper had the nerve to speak what was on her mind. But was it wrong for him to expect the feisty brunette to push back any inconveniences his raging hormones might be causing her?
Of course not, he told himself proudly. He was no mere werewolf, he was Master Alexander Carmichael, the only son of the Alpha of the Carmichael Clan. And he thought that Harper’s argument over obscenity went against all of his ideas of hot and exciting hanky-panky.
Then, his wolf growled. Enough with Harper and her intrusive opinion on what was appropriate or not.
Alex directed his full attention back to Francine and her rocking body. And although the water was hitting against his head, but he wasn’t minding it as all that was replaying in his mind now was Francine’s voice before his dirty thoughts ran down the woman’s belly and slid all the way to what was between her long legs. Tidy and shave, pink and throbbing for him.
He groaned when he soon imagined Francine’s lips wrapped around his shaft and sucking at it like it was the only thing that could satisfy her hunger.
Alex’s hard member jumped at that thought, and he stroked harder now. He closed his eyes for a moment, growling filthy things he wished he was whispering into Francine’s ear instead. He bit his lip then opened his eyes only for the pair to turn a strong shade of amber ― as a strong and master Lycan, a unique indication that a strong emotion was now coursing through his veins.
“Fuck!” He growled again. He was still braced against the wall with one hand and how he hard wished now that Francine was there in the shower with him, her body hot and ready for him.
He bit at his lower lip again as his mind was now flooded with images of him and Francine. He entered her from behind while one of his hands played with her slick folds and hot center. She cried in extreme pleasure, begging him to rub her hard and thrust into her, harder and faster. He’d imagined Francine screaming, pleading for him to never stop.
And he drove into her again and again, harder each time so her legs would almost give out and her whole body would shake, until she could no longer take the intense pleasure his stone hard member was giving her. Then she screamed loud as she clenched down hard around his shaft.
“Shit!” Alex’s breath was now ragged, his grip firm as he felt his own orgasm building so hard and fast, swelling up inside of him. His heart beating faster against his chest, in anticipation of what’s to come.
From the way he's shivering, Alex knew that he was coming so close; the way his fingers were starting to move erratically.
And with that last piece of his fantasy with the ravishing vampire played out before his eyes, he moaned as he came hard, his seed shooting all over his shower wall, releasing the most intense pleasure in heavy, hard pulses.
Panting, he had his back against the wall with a softer groan and stayed there for a few moments longer, letting the water wash him all over.
When he finally gathered his strength back, he straightened up and finished up his shower. He got dressed like nothing had happened, fixed himself a strong black coffee, and got two bars of twinkies from his stash.
As he was sipping his coffee and enjoying his sponge cake, a leftover from his shameless shower obscenity suddenly glinted in the corner of his mind―Francine in nothing but a white robe to cover her naked body, sitting across from him, licking the vanilla cream from the twinkies off the sides of her mouth.
Alex smiled at himself. He knew that sooner or later, everything that Francine was doing inside his mind would soon come true. He just knew it.
Screw The Elders’ Treaty.