Part 7
In that moment, staring into his eyes, the fear drained from Charlie’s body, replaced by a wild, electric excitement. She felt more alive than she had in years. She couldn’t hide the small, breathless smile that tugged at the corner of her mouth.
Mr. Wolf matched her smile, dark and hungry. He leaned in closer, pressing his powerful body against hers. She could feel the hard length of his cock straining against her through his pants. His breath brushed hot against her ear.
“Is this what you want, Charlie?”
She gave him the tiniest nod.
That was all it took.
His mouth crashed down on hers, claiming her in a fierce kiss. His hands were everywhere at once — ripping her damp blouse open, buttons scattering across the concrete. He yanked the shirt down her arms and tossed it aside, exposing her white lace bra. One large hand wrapped around her throat, firm but controlled, while the other reached behind her and deftly unclasped the bra. He pulled the straps down slowly, almost reverently, letting her perky, milky-white breasts spill free.
His rough palm slid down her chest, over her stomach, and flicked open the button of her pants. The zipper whispered down. Her pants pooled at her ankles. He released her throat, squatted low, and helped her step out of them before hooking his fingers into her panties and dragging them down her thighs.
He paused, face inches from her core, and took a slow, deep inhale of her scent. A low, primal growl rumbled from his chest.
Then his mouth was on her.
Charlie gasped sharply as his tongue parted her folds, finding her swollen clit. He scraped his teeth gently against her before sucking the sensitive bud between his lips, licking and devouring her with relentless hunger. Her moan echoed through the warehouse as two thick fingers pushed inside her, curling and stroking in perfect rhythm with his tongue.
“Oh god… this feels so good,” she whimpered, hips rocking against his mouth.
Her breathing turned ragged. “Oh fuck — I’m about to —”
He growled against her and doubled his pace. The orgasm hit her like lightning. She shattered, crying out as her walls clenched around his fingers, riding the intense waves until her legs trembled.
When he finally stood, his eyes were burning. He brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and licked her cum off them with deliberate satisfaction.
“Now that I’ve fed,” he said, voice rough with lust, “it’s time to take my prize.”
He spun her around. Charlie’s cheek pressed against the smooth, cool metal of the machine as he pinned her there from behind.
Part 8
He gently pulled the hair tie from her ponytail, letting her dark hair tumble down around her shoulders. His hands gripped her hips firmly and yanked her back until her spine arched deeply for him.
Charlie heard the metallic rasp of his zipper. A strong hand fisted in her hair.
He lined himself up and pushed inside her in one long, smooth stroke. She let out a breathless moan as he buried himself to the hilt, stretching her completely. He held there, deep and throbbing, a low growl rumbling from his chest.
“Brace,” he ordered.
He slowly dragged himself almost all the way out, teasing her with the loss, then slammed back in without mercy. There was no gentleness left — only raw, animalistic need. He fucked her hard and fast, hips slapping against her ass with every powerful thrust. Charlie panted and cried out with each deep stroke, the sound echoing through the empty warehouse.
“Oh fuck — I’m going to cum,” she gasped.
He snarled and drove into her even harder, deeper. Her orgasm ripped through her like fire. She screamed, “I’m cumming — oh god, I’m cumming!” as her body shook and clenched around him.
Before the aftershocks had even faded, he pulled out of her. “On your knees.”
She obeyed instantly, dropping down and opening her mouth for him. He guided his cock between her lips and pushed forward, sliding deep into her throat. She gagged, unable to breathe. Her eyes watered instantly.
He pulled her head back just long enough for her to gasp a desperate breath.
Then he did it again. And again.
Tears spilled down her cheeks, mascara running in dark streaks. Spit and snot coated her chin and his crotch. There was nothing sweet or careful about it — this was pure feral need. He fucked her face with deep, demanding strokes, using her mouth like he owned it.
A loud, guttural growl tore from his throat. He shoved himself all the way in one final time, holding her there as he came hard down her throat. She fought for air but wanted this even more. He finally pulled back, letting the last two thick spurts land across her tongue.
The taste of him — salt, desire, and raw satisfaction — filled her mouth. She swallowed greedily, then dragged in a deep, shaky breath.
When she looked up at him, chest still heaving, he was staring down at her with a look of dark pride and unmistakable possession.
Part 9
They stayed like that, eyes locked until their breathing slowed and the world gradually came back into focus. He offered his hand and helped her to her feet. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head before retrieving her scattered clothes.
He dressed her with surprising care, almost tenderly. Her blouse was ruined — buttons missing, fabric torn. Without hesitation he stripped off his own black T-shirt and helped her into it. The fabric was warm and carried his clean, sharp cologne. The scent carried her straight back to the rainy sidewalk, to the moment everything changed.
By now the sun was rising, soft golden light pouring through the high warehouse windows. For the first time Charlie got a proper look at his face. God, he’s handsome. Sharp jaw, dark eyes, the kind of features that made her stomach flutter.
He caught her staring and gave her a curious little smirk. She quickly looked away, cheeks warming.
“Hey,” he said, voice low and amused. “Couldn’t find your hair tie.”
“That’s fine,” she replied sheepishly. “I have a million of them at home.”
Once she was fully dressed, he took her hand and led her back toward the front of the warehouse. He paused at the last stack of pallets where she had hidden earlier, picked up her coat and shoes, and carried them the rest of the way. When did he even do that?
He set her shoes down so she could step into them, then unlocked the heavy door and helped her into her coat like a perfect gentleman. They stepped out into the cool early-morning air.
He opened the passenger door of the black sedan for her, waited until she was settled, then climbed into the driver’s seat. The drive back to her apartment was quiet, comfortable. Charlie leaned her head against the window, a secret smile playing on her lips. I’m not looking forward to opening the store on no sleep… but it was worth it. Tonight would give her plenty to daydream about.
They pulled up in front of her building. He got out first and opened her door again. As she stepped onto the sidewalk she couldn’t help thinking how different the two versions of him were — the relentless hunter and this gentle, attentive man.
He shut the door behind her and placed her purse and keys in her hands. Before he turned to leave, he leaned in close, a wicked little spark in his eyes.
“Don’t forget your umbrella,” he murmured. “It’s supposed to rain tonight… Mouse.”