The Billionaire Ritual (3 page)

“Aside from being a stunning woman, you are physically honest. That’s what caught my eye about you,” he said, smiling at her with intent as he let a hand graze her bare shoulder. Tingles ran up her arm, making everything seem and feel fuzzy. Cameron knew better than to talk about how she wore very little perfume, letting her natural scent shine through, or about her walk, or about how when she was goofing around with colleagues her expressions were somehow fresh yet sensual. No, it was too early for any of that. Then again, he only had the better part of the day. He tried not to think of what would happen if they consummated and she was not interested in marriage. He knew what he wanted, and wasn’t going to settle because it was reasonable. He’d been reasonable his whole life. Now, he was going to do something for himself for once.

“Physically honest?” She said, genuinely confused. “You’re going to have to explain that on
e, Cameron,” she said, relishing the sound of his first name on her lips.

“
I prefer it when people communicate non-verbally, that’s all,” he said, smiling as if he knew some secret.

Later, after they finished their drinks, Cameron settled the tab and they headed back to his car.

“So, could I interest you in a night cap at my place? I’ll call a cab for you, after,” Cameron said in as gentlemanly a manner as possible. Suddenly, Lynn burst into laughter. They were standing outside Cameron’s car, and Cameron held the passenger door open for her, looking more than a little confused.

As Lynn got in, she said:

“Cameron, you know very well that you have no intention of me leaving your place, tonight,” she said, raising an eyebrow.

A playful, devilish, wolf grin slid across Cameron’s face. The combination of alcohol and company with this straightforward woman was melting his guard.

Now that all question about what was happening that evening had been addressed, Cameron drove them to a nearby five-star hotel rather than making
the long trek home (where no doubt some of his father’s wolves would be keeping an eye on him).

They got a room with a full bar and every accoutrement imaginable, and sipped the night away on a bottle of champagne.
Later that evening, when the bottle was finished, Cameron came in close to Lynn, smelling her neck. Lynn craned her head and enjoyed the sensation, pulling his head and giggling as she kicked a leg up.

Cameron pulled back, gazing deeply into Lynn’s eyes.

“Hello beautiful,” he said.

“Hey there, handsome,” she replied.

“How about a dance,” he said, walking over to a stereo system and pushing a few buttons. After a few moments, eighties dance music filled the room and Cameron began to dance. It was a free but intense shuffle, weird but on beat and strangely appealing. He looked at her intensely, raising a confident eyebrow. Lynn laughed. It was, she realized, a sort of mating dance. Joining him, they continued to dance for the rest of the song, slowly touching each other more and more, their caresses tingling up and down their bodies.

By the end of the song, they were in a full embrace kissing deeply. They fell
onto the soft comforters of the hotel bed. Cameron had already loosened his tie, and pulled it off now, unbuttoning his shirt. Lynn helped him, starting from the bottom and pulling loose his belt when she met him in the middle. They work in turns, tossing their clothing this way and that and kissing into each other as much as they could.

When they were both naked they laughed for joy, kissing each other’s bodies. Cameron had to struggle to keep the wolf inside, fully contained. He wanted her so bad it ached.

Cameron moved down her chest, between her breasts and around them, taking his time to reach her nipples. When he did he suckled slowly, enjoying the cadence of her sighs.

When both nipples were rock hard and Lynn’s eyes were closed in pleasure, focusing on every touch of his hands or caress of his lips, Cameron moved lower, down her chest and past her belly button in a track of light kisses. He could smell the light scent of her arousal when he reached her mound, and it made his mouth water in anticipation.

Drinking her scent in deeply, he nuzzled just above her left, taking a moment to admire it. Her eyes open lazily in awareness of his breath on her secret spot. Cameron’s heart beat fast as he saw her wetness, desiring her immensely. He lapped at her cleft, going wild as she began to writhe intensely. He stayed focused, enjoying her, pinning her hips down for better access, drinking in her scent and taste.

“Oh god, just fuck me now,” she pleaded in heavy breaths. But Cameron was not finished yet. First, he turned out the light in case, as had been known to happen with wolf shifters in the heat of passion, some of his wolf shone through. When the room was dark, he
leapt onto Lynn with renewed gusto, getting drunk on her scent and taste. After neither she nor he could tell how many orgasms she’d had, he readied his member outside her trembling, full lips, finding them with his night vision in the dark.

Lynn laid a hand on his member, exploring her lover. He was big, bigger than she’d ever had. And there was something else…almost like although he was already aroused, the size and shape of it undulated slightly. Before she could explore further, he put himself into her mouth, her lips giving the barest resistance out of surprise more than anything else.

As her lips sealed tight over his shaft, his knob safely inside, she felt wonderfully overwhelmed by its scent. She felt herself get hornier; almost feeling as though her orgasm compulsion was a compulsion. She drank him further, tasting his unique flavors as his cock undulated and changed shape in her mouth. She loved it, but was also stalling. Would it fit?

As if sensing her tension, her caution, Cameron laid a hand on her head, moving her hair back as she pleasured him enthusiastically. He caressed a cheek
even as a little of himself dribbled down it out of her mouth, his first finish. It was so much she could barely contain it.

“Swallow me, my love,” Cameron said simply, in a breathy animal whisper. She obeyed, wanting to please him completely.

Cameron pulled himself from her mouth with a little resistance, her head straining forward an inch to keep him in as his hand rested on either side of her head, gently holding her back. Pulling his cock further down, breaking the spittle and cum mix connecting to her lips like a sloppy lovers’ kiss, he positioned himself over her tight, steaming hot, wet pussy, and gently shoved in.

She moaned as she separated for him, feeling him slide into her. Cameron rolled his eyes in pleasure as he felt the wolf vie for freedom. Hair sprouted on his arms and hands, and had to stop a moment to suppress it once more.

Lynn loved it. She felt his dick continue to undulate inside of her, and though she really knew she should be caring about what was happening, every time she drank in his scent again, her worries faded, even has his piece began to settle into the larger form. She ran her hands through the hair on his back, letting all of her questions melt into pleasure. Vaguely, somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized that what was happening was odd, as his moans became more guttural and animal. All she could feel was the pleasure of his deep fur, of him deep within him, of his hot and heavy breath as he thrust into her more deeply and roughly than she’d ever known she could take.

Cameron held onto the last vestiges of his human side, the wolf having taken over more than he’d wanted, though he was not full were-wolf yet. He was grateful when he felt the build toward finish, as the human side would not hold back the wolf for much longer.

Lynn felt herself fill up with his seed, and when she could hold no more it spilled out of her. Exhausted, lying in each other’s arms, Cameron shifted back to his human form, spent.

The next morning, Lynn woke up first. She wasn’t sure whether to run screaming from the house, or rose Cameron for a sleuth of questions.
I suppose it’s a little late to go running now,
she thought.
Besides, I might not ever get answers if I do.

Was it possible that the alcohol they’d had the night before had
hallucinogenic properties? She’d heard of liquors that do that - though champagne that did was a bit of a stretch. What then? The answer circled in her brain, her mind keeping it at bay by searching for another explanation, any explanation.

But it was no use. The spontaneous sprouting of hair, the animal groans,
and the changing shape of his….but she tried not to think too hard about that. No, there was no denying it. Werewolf. It was either that or something altogether more alien and, perhaps, frightening.

Which was why, to Cameron’s surprise, Lynn reacted rather well when he confirmed her belief.

“Yes, I am a werewolf, also known as lycanthrope. No, you can’t be turned into one by a scratch or bite, though it does happen with a full blood transfusion. No we don’t lose control and kill everything in sight during a full moon; in fact we’ve stayed a secret by gaining a very good control over our emotions. Anything else?”

Lynn was stunned. It was if he had been planning to give this speech his whole life.
That or he had given it to different girls a million times.

“How many others know?” She asked, getting out of bed slowly enough not to alarm him, but never taking her eyes off of him.

“Just my family. Never a woman I’ve been with.”

There was another pause while she bent down to gather her clothing, still not taking her eyes off of him.

“So, why me?” She asked.

“Because I like you,” he said simply. He knew it wasn’t the complete truth, but she was being very reasonable and he hated to ruin it. So far, this was going better than he had hoped.
She came in close, sitting on the bed next to him. She eyed him closely looking for the wolf she had seen only the day before. She could find nothing, save for the sense she had always had about him. The sense that he was dangerous.

“Work is cancelled today, so take the day mull over everything before you pack,” he said, getting out of bed himself and dressing. She laughed suddenly. His coolness given the situation was nearly unforgivable. A little sexy too, she had to admit. But the idea that she would care about whether or not she was late….let alone going to the
retreat was absurd. She finished dressing, looking over at him as he checked his tie in the mirror.

Cameron walked over to her, leaning a hand on
her cheek. Lynn tensed, but Cameron pulled her in for a kiss. Lynn relaxed, melting into the kiss. She still wasn’t sure how she felt about everything, but she couldn’t deny that her feelings for Cameron remained.

The day passed, and Lynn found herself staring into space from the front deck of her favorite coffee shop. What was she supposed to do? She had nearly worshipped Cameron from the first time she had seen him stride into the office. Now, he might feel the same way. But she had so many questions. One thing was for sure. If she was going to run for the hills, the time to do it was now.

She wasn’t.

But now what? As the sun set, Lynn realized that she hadn’t decided one way or the other. For some reason, she sensed that the retreat was important. She supposed she would make her decision there.
She bought another refill of coffee for the road. She was going to need it. Lynn had a long night of packing ahead of her, and doubted she would get much sleep, anyway.

The day of the retreat Cameron waited outside of the company bus. He hated to admit it to himself, but he was pretty nervous about Lynn. If she didn’t show, then all chances they had of being together went down the drain. He would be forced to accept his father’s choice and, while he was sure they would be happy enough, knew he would never love her. His heart belonged to Lynn.

He greeted every employee as they piled onto the bus, shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries. All were happy to see him. Through the years, he had learned to be pleasant regardless of his actual feelings. But when he saw her round the corner, hurrying and rushed because she was late, he couldn’t help himself from cracking a smile and brightening.

“Sorry I’m late,” she said, coyly looking up at him as she blew a loose strand of hair away from her face.

“That’s alright,” he said. “Let’s get a move on,” he finished. It was as if this were a personal trip for just the two of them.

Lynn sat in a middle seat on the left side, and was surprised to find that Cameron would be riding the bus with them. She wondered vaguely if her expected presence had affected that decision, but she received no particular attention other than a soft smile just before he proceeded to take his place just behind the driver’s seat, chatting amiably with a clearly flustered colleague from accounting.

The morning drive was a long one, and Cameron resisted the impulse to look at Lynn for signs of what she was thinking. She had shown up, for now that was enough.
The truth was she had gotten only a little sleep the night before, carefully packing her things for every likely occasion without over packing. Of course when she was done all that was left was to think about all that had occurred the night before. That, of course, had led to a long night without sleep.

Hours passed, and Lynn fell asleep on the bus. Cameron napped lightly himself, waking periodically to make sure the driver was on the right track. The cityscape slowly transformed into greenery, and around noon they were only a mile out from their destination.