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WOLFF

W hen I wake up in the morning, it hits me that I don't actually know when she leaves for work, so I make sure to be standing by her driveway nice and early. My wolf is howling in my chest, excited and eager to see her again.

Being around her is intoxicating, and I just can't get enough of it.

I can tell she's warming up to me, too. When we first met, she was apprehensive and a bit standoffish, but now she enjoys being around me.

Soon enough, I'll tell her the truth about our bond, and after that, we can return to my pack in Oregon and be together forever.

I've dreamed of this my whole life, and I couldn't be happier.

Wendy walks out of the house in the morning in a long skirt with a slit on the side that reveals a little of her calf as she walks, paired with an oversized T-shirt tucked into the waistband.

My eyes fall to the exposed skin, and I can't help but wish the skirt were a little shorter.

I would love to see more of her. Everything about her is tantalizing, and I know the moment I can finally claim her as my own will be earth-shattering.

Until then, I let my imagination wander.

I smile as she approaches, wondering if she dressed up a little more because she knew I’d be here. “You look lovely,” I say as she strides up beside me, and we begin our early morning journey to work.

“Thank you.” She blushes and looks at the ground.

“So where do you want to go for lunch?” I ask, watching her with a smile on my face. She looks up at me and wrinkles her eyebrows, showing an adorable little crease between them as she does.

“What do you mean?” she asks with a subtle laugh.

“Well, I'm going to take you on a date on your lunch break,” I answer as if she already knew that. The smile on her face grows, and she has to look away from me. I can see the blush on the corner of her cheeks, and it takes everything in me not to wrap my arms around her and kiss her right here.

“You want to go on a date with me?”

“I do,” I instantly reply. She bites her lip and looks down at the ground.

I can feel her hesitation, but I don't quite understand why it's there. Either way, I know that the two of us are meant to be together. I won’t give up easily.

“I haven't stopped thinking about you. I want to get to know you more.”

“Okay, there's a diner not far from the bakery,” Wendy says, biting her cheeks to keep her grin at bay.

“Perfect. We'll go there, then.”

I can feel the excitement radiating off her for the rest of the walk to work.

It excites my wolf, and I consider spending the first part of the day running through the woods and letting him free.

He won't be calm until we have more of Wendy, but that might at least calm him down.

Last night was almost unbearable due to the exhilaration.

I'll be glad when she is mine completely.

Wendy walks through the back of the bakery with a soft wave, and I settle in against the building behind it to keep an eye on her through the window. She is busy preparing baked goods, and when six o’clock rolls around, I'm already waiting by the door to be let in.

The rush is a little busier today than it was yesterday, so she doesn't have much time to talk to me. But eventually, an older woman walks around the counter, and Wendy eagerly takes off her apron and walks around to join me.

“My lunch break is an hour,” she says as we leave the bakery together. She leads us to a diner a block away, and we walk in.

It's small but busy. It seems everyone in town decides to come here for their lunch break. The host at the front tells us to find a seat and someone will be with us soon, so I lead both of us to a booth at the very back of the room.

I sit with my back to the wall, facing the crowd, and Wendy moves to sit across from me, but I stop her. “Why don't you sit beside me?”

She hesitates for a moment and agrees, joining me on the same booth seat.

My wolf howls and scratches from the inside, but with her close, it seems to calm us both.

I can smell her perfume, which is soft and feminine, with a faint rose essence and a hint of sugar.

Plus, the smell of fresh coffee and baked goods clings to her, making her smell delicious.

Her smell is intoxicating. It awakens something in me that I struggle to fight back against. My wolf is taking control, and I want nothing more than to lay my hands on her and feel every inch of her body. I need to have her, and the longer I resist, the weaker I get.

A server comes to take our order. I get steak and eggs, and she gets a club sandwich with fries. It's busy, so they warn us it might take twenty minutes to arrive. I’m in no rush to leave.

“How long will you be in town?” Wendy asks, resting her elbows on the table and turning to look at me with a slight smile.

“That depends,” I say, looking her up and down slowly. My desire for her is starting to overtake me, and I don't know how much longer I can fight this. “Do you think you'll want to go out with me again?”

She laughs, and the sound is music to my ears. “We've barely been out once.”

“Well, ask me how long I'm staying when you know.”

“Where did you come from?” Wendy asks, shaking her head. “I've never met a guy like you, and all a sudden, it's like you stepped out of a romance novel.”

“I think you just bring that out of me.” She blushes, and I sit up, resting a hand on her thigh instinctively. She flinches, and I almost move it away, but after a moment, her muscles relax, and she looks down at it with a half-smile on her lips.

I thought touching her would quell the feeling inside me, but it doesn't. I can smell her arousal, and it's all I can do not to lift her and fuck her right here.

My wolf begs me to lean over and claim her, to fully accept this bond between us.

I could mark her right now, and she'll feel everything I'm feeling and then some.

The desire is there, but I force those thoughts aside. That's my wolf taking control, and I force him back down, telling him that we’ll have her soon enough. We have to take our time.

I squeeze her thigh and slide my hands inside ever so slowly. Her arousal deepens, and she opens her legs a little wider for me. She's biting her lips as she looks at me, and I stare down at her legs with anticipation tingling in my body.

“Has anyone ever touched you like this?” I ask, my voice a faint whisper that she has to lean in to hear all the way. She looks around the room nervously to make sure no one's watching us. Everyone is too involved in their conversation or their lunch to care.

“No,” she says.

I pull my hand from her thigh momentarily and search for the slit at the side, sliding my hand inside to touch her soft, warm skin. She gasps from the sudden contact, and I look at her with a smile. It takes her a moment, but she relaxes against it.

My eyes scan the room as my hand inches closer to the warmth of her pussy. I can feel the heat radiating from her body and sense a bit of fear mingling with her excitement. The last thing she wants is someone to see us, and I'm going to make sure we're okay.

My wolf is eager, and I don't fight back against the urge to feel more of her.

My cock throbs in my pants and strains against my zipper.

Wendy's panties are a little wet as my finger traces the outside.

She sucks in a breath, and I watch as her chest rises and falls rapidly while my finger slowly works its way closer.

“Do you want me to touch you?” I ask, sitting up and massaging the front of my pants while I press my finger hard against her, letting her feel the relief of pressure. She gasps and nods. “Say it, Wendy.”

“Yes,” she quickly replies.

I slide her panties aside and feel the wetness against her slit as I trace my finger along it.

My wolf is stirring, practically frothing at the mouth, knowing she's this turned on for me.

It's a green light to so much more that the two of us can do in time.

Soon enough, I'll be able to taste her around my tongue, feel her all around me, and surround myself and her.

She's my entire world, and I don't have much time left to wait for her.

I slide a finger inside her, watching as she grips the table above us.

Her breath quickens, and she bites her lip hard enough for the pink flesh to look white.

She looks around frantically before turning to look at me with lust filling her eyes.

I gently curl my finger as I slide it deeper inside her, feeling how her warmth envelops it.

She lets out a hushed moan, and it awakens every nerve in my body. My cock throbs against my pants, and I would give anything to free it right now. “I'm going to make you feel good,” I whisper in her ear, leaning in as if I'm just giving her a simple kiss on the side of the head.

She spreads her legs wider, and I imagine my finger is my cock, and I'm filling her with it, listening to each moan as she takes all of me in. She loses herself, momentarily forgetting we’re in public, surrounded by other people in the restaurant.

Wendy catches herself and stops, looking down at the table nervously while the pleasure starts building between her legs.

I flick my thumb over her clit while I slowly move my middle finger in and out of her.

She closes her eyes, and her body tenses while I rub circles around her clit.

She wants to cry out and moan, and I crave that badly.

Hearing her in the throes of pleasure will be a delight, but for now, she's quiet.

It doesn't take long before I can feel her clenching around me, and she shakes ever so slightly. She covers her open mouth with her hand as she tries to force herself to remain in control. I milk every last drop of her pleasure as I move my hand swiftly to wring out all of her orgasm.

When she's done, I pull my hand away and look at her while I bring my finger to my lips. Tasting her juices on my tongue is relieving. My wolf simmers down inside me. I haven't had enough of her, nowhere near so, but it's enough to hold me over until I can mark her.

By the way she's looking at me, I can only hope that'll be soon.