Rex
I kicked open the door to my room. Fucking thing went so hard it rebounded off the wall and nearly knocked me the fuck out. Throwing myself onto my bed, I let out a howl of anger and frustration. Fuck it. I was a wolf, they'd have to deal with hearing him. My wolf wasn't separate to me, not really. He was part of me. Yes, sometimes his presence became stronger, but that was only as that part of him wasn't being answered right now; his call to his mate ignored. So he was bewildered and unsettled, and that made me bewildered and unsettled.
A knock sounded at the door. I sniffed the air. Freya? Huh, had she come to stick her kitten heel in a little harder?
"Not now." I shouted.
"Erm, are you sure?" She replied in a not-angry-at-all voice. In fact, she sounded quite… lusty.
I sprung off the bed as my cock sprung against my pants. I had the door open in less than three seconds.
So fast, Freya took a few steps backwards, almost dropping the melon and sugar bowl she had on a plate in her hands.
"Wanna play?" She winked.
I took the plate from her hands and closed the door behind her.
"For real?" I queried.
"I have a fantasy I can make real. No strings, Rex, just lots and lots of foreplay and sex. Can you handle it?"
"If you can handle this?" I dropped my joggers.
"Can you stream music?" She asked me. "Only I have to make out to Harry Styles. It's part of my fantasy."
"You are talking about his music, aren't you? Not that we have to watch him on a video or something?"
"I want to fuck to Watermelon Sugar." She announced clearly.
"Kinky. Okay, your wish is my command."
I walked over to my iPod dock, chose the song, and put it on repeat.
By the time I'd turned back around, Freya was completely naked. Was this really happening, or had that door actually hit me in the head after all?
I finished taking off all my own clothes. "So what specific fantasies did you have about watermelon then?"
"W- well, erm…" She sighed. "I can't remember. I was pissed as a fart." She admitted.
I laughed, picking up a slice of the melon and walking towards her slowly. I lifted it to her mouth and watched her lips part.
"Bite."
She took a bite of the melon and just like at the breakfast table, the juice ran down her chin. Only this time, I was able to reach down and lick it off. She swallowed and I claimed her mouth, tasting the watermelon on her tongue. Then lifting her up, I carried her to my bed. This time she was exactly where I wanted her. In my room, on my bed.
Her eyes shone as they looked up into my own and her thighs parted slightly. I bit another piece of the melon off above her tit and then did the same to the other. I got a spoonful of sugar and sprinkled it over each breast and then licked up the wetness that dripped off them, teasing and tasting her puckered nipples as she gasped and writhed.
"So fucking sweet."
Watermelon Sugar played out in the room and I thanked Harry fucking Styles for making this song. He deserved a knighthood. Shame he probably didn't know about werewolves; I could have asked for him to be made an honorary member of the pack.
Why are you thinking about Harry fucking Styles right now, dickhead?
I refocused my attention to between Freya's thighs.
"My fantasies do not involve sugar on that area." She informed me. "I once got sand in my bikini bottoms on a beach. Never again."
"Noted." I took a new piece of watermelon and turning it on its edge I got it to stand between her pussy lips and then I ate it. The juice dripped everywhere, mingling with Freya's own as I kept licking her there.
If I'd died right there and then, I'd have left the earth happy. The taste of Freya on my tongue. But I was alive and making the most of it. Watermelon time was over, it was time for the main event. Sheathing myself in a condom I'd had tucked under my mattress, I lay between her legs and pushed inside. There was no resistance this time, no hesitation. Just a shout from Freya of, "Oh yes."
I fucked her hard and deep, running my tongue back over her mouth and down her neck. My body was united, man and wolf, as we sought our climax, our mind and body in no doubt whatsoever that this woman belonged to us. But this time, I would silence the beast and not yell out our claim. We needed to wait, to win her over. He agreed, happy to be lost within her depths. I shuddered hard within her, my finger at her clit, pinching and flicking until she also exploded, milking my cock.
We both stopped, gasping, and I withdrew, lying next to her on the bed. This time I made no attempt to cuddle. Instead we both panted into the otherwise silent room, trying to get our breath back.
After a few minutes, Freya turned to me. "Thank you. I'm sure that beat any drunken fantasy."
"You're welcome." I said. "Would you like to shower now, then we could go to the studio?"
"I'll go to my room." She said. "Then I won't delay you any further. I have an appointment at half past ten, but I'll come to the studio after."
"Okay. Well, no pressure."
"No, I want to." She smiled.
Fuck me. Was I actually getting somewhere with this woman?
"Thirty-seven seconds." I said.
"Huh? We took longer than that." She giggled.
"That's how long it takes for me to walk at a normal human pace from my room to yours." I told her.
She sighed. "You shouldn't know that. You made it weird again." Climbing off the bed, she quickly dressed.
"You're going to count how long it takes, aren't you?" I smirked as she reached the doorway.
"Of course I fucking am. It's like a compulsion after you said that, for me to check it out."
I laughed.
"Bollocks, you smug arsehole." She left and pulled the door firmly shut behind her while scowling at me.
Didn't matter. Right now, I felt on top of the world.
"I'm not getting here until eleven tomorrow." Noah announced. "Seeing as you're always fucking late."
"Emphasis on the fucking," added Roman.
"Miss Cath's breakfast then. See if I care. I had no idea either of these sexual escapades were going to happen." I said, humming 'Pour Some Sugar on Me'.
"I'm here to watch you all create the next hit album, so if you want to actually work that'd help me a great deal." Erica shouted from the sofa where she'd clearly been reading a magazine if it lying open at the side of her was a clue.
"Sorry, Erica. I do have a few bits of a song. I'm sorry. It's about my mating dilemma. Can I sing it though? I mean you've all written songs based on your new loves." I raised my brows with a questioning gaze to my bandmates.
"Go on." Noah sighed.
I didn't have an amazing voice like Zak, but I could sing, we all could, which was great for when we did these jamming sessions.
I got my portable electronic drum that I used for these sessions when we were just starting to get new music down. "This is called No Escape."
I began to sing and tap my kit a little to start a beat.
You're in my periphery
The edge of my proximity