The Fairy Tales Collection (27 page)

“A broom closet?”  He backed up against the
door as she looked around the tiny space.

“It’s private,” she said.

“Right,” he muttered.  It was private but
there was not nearly enough room for the two of them.  The mop and bucket took
up most of the floor space, and shelves filled with cleaning supplies, extra
toilet paper and paper towels lined the walls.  She was almost touching him
despite the way he pressed against the door and he gave her a nervous look when
she smiled wickedly at him.

“Ms. Jameson,” he said and then jerked when
her tiny hands popped open the button on his jeans.  “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?”  She
said innocently as she yanked down his zipper with a hard tug.

He tried to push her hands away but she was
ridiculously strong for her size, not to mention nimble, and she dodged his
hands and slipped hers into his underwear.  Her hand curled around his dick and
she smiled happily when he immediately hardened.

“I came here to talk to you,” he gritted
out.

“So talk,” she said.  He groaned loudly
when she dropped to her knees and pulled down the front of his briefs.  His
cock popped out and she made a soft noise of appreciation before sliding her
mouth over it.

“Fuck!”  He hissed as his hips jerked
forward. 

She sucked him lightly before lifting her
head and grinning at him.  Her soft hand stroked the base of his cock.  “Go
ahead and talk, Rafe.  I’m listening.”

“I – oh Jesus – what happened yesterday
shouldn’t have – oh fuck!”

Her hot, wet mouth was working overtime on
his cock, sliding back and forth as she sucked firmly while rubbing the base
with her hand.  He moaned and watched her lips stretch around his width before
she released him with a soft pop.

“What were you saying, Rafe?”  She asked.

“Rowan, I…”

“Yes?”  She raised her eyebrows at him and
with a harsh groan, he wrapped his fingers into her hair and nearly shoved her
mouth toward his dick.

“Suck,” he growled.

She immediately sucked him back into her
mouth and he thrust wildly, his hands holding her head tightly as he fucked her
mouth roughly.  She tightened her lips around him and slid her tongue along the
slit at the end of his cock.  He moaned as his balls tightened and he released
her hair and flattened his hands against the door.

She sucked and licked and squeezed for ten
long torturous minutes as he moaned softly and pumped his hips back and forth. 
“Rowan, oh God, Rowan, I’m going to come.  Stop, baby, please stop.”

She sucked harder and faster and he groaned
again.  She hummed softly and squeezed the base of his cock before making a
swirling motion with her tongue over the sensitive ridge.  He howled hoarsely
as his back arched and he came with a roaring rush that made his fangs pop
out.  He couldn’t stop watching Rowan as she swallowed all of his seed before
releasing his cock and licking her lips.

“Oh, Jesus,” he moaned as he collapsed
against the door and forced his fangs to retract.

She popped up and wiped her thumb across
her bottom lip before grinning at him.  “Well, that was kind of hot, yeah?”

“Rowan,” he said hoarsely, “that – that was
the best fucking blowjob of my goddamn life.”

She gave him a pleased look.  “Good.”

She pulled a package of mints from the back
pocket of her jean skirt and popped two into her mouth.

“We still need to talk,” he said.

She glanced at her watch before smiling
sweetly at him.  “Sorry, Rafe.  My break’s over.  I’ve got another one at ten
if you want to stick around.”

He shuddered with pleasure when she tucked
his cock into his jeans and buttoned them before planting a kiss on his cheek. 
“Are you sticking around, Mr. Taggert?”

He nodded and she gave him another pleased
look before opening the door and checking the hallway.  “All clear.  Go sit
down and I’ll bring you a burger and fries in a bit.”

* * *

Rafe could barely hold in his growl of
anger when the human let his hand brush against Rowan’s ass.  He half-stood
from his chair and Rowan glanced at him.  She shook her head lightly and he
glared at her before returning to his seat.  She smiled at the human, blocked
his hand when he tried to actually grab her ass and said something that made
his cheeks flush with embarrassment.  He mouthed an apology and she nodded
before sauntering toward Rafe.

“How was your food?”  She glanced at the
half-eaten burger and untouched fries before popping a fry into her mouth. 
“Not hungry?”

Rafe was still staring at the guy who had
touched her ass and he jerked his gaze to her when she brushed her soft hand
across his chest.  “Rafe?”

“If he touches your ass again, he’ll have
my boot up his ass,” he snapped at her.

She laughed and ate another of his fries. 
“Sweet but not necessary.  I can take care of myself, Rafe.”

“I mean it, Rowan,” he snarled.  “He’s not
allowed to touch you.  Do you hear me?”

“I hear you,” she said with a grin.  “I’ll
let him know that you’re the only one allowed to touch me.”

He blinked at her, “Rowan, you can’t say
that.  We’re not, I mean - “

She grabbed his empty beer glass and walked
away before he could finish.  He muttered a curse and glanced at his watch. 
Half an hour until her next break.  He would talk to her, explain that they
couldn’t let anything sexual happen between them again and then get the hell
out of the bar before he tried to kill the next human who touched her.

* * *

“No,” he said, half an hour later.  “Not
the broom closet again.”

“There’s no place else private enough to
talk,” she said before opening the door and disappearing inside.  He hesitated
and when the men’s bathroom door began to open, he hurried into the closet and
shut the door behind him.

“Listen to me, Ms. Jameson, we can’t keep…
what the hell are you doing?”

She paused in sliding her panties down her
legs.  “Taking off my panties.”

“Why – why would you do that?”  He said as
his wolf howled happily and his cock stiffened in his pants.

“Because you’re going to eat my pussy,” she
replied.  “Why else would I take them off?”

“Ms. Jameson, I can’t eat your pussy,” he
said.

“Can’t or won’t?”

He didn’t reply and she stepped out of her
panties and folded them neatly before placing them on a shelf.  He pressed
against the door and shook his head.  “We can’t do this.”

She folded her arms across her chest.  “You
know, I never took you for a guy who would just take and not give.  I assumed
that since I sucked your cock, you’d return the favour and eat my pussy.”

She shrugged and gave him a disappointed
look.  “I guess that’s what I get for assuming.  Unless you’re just not very
good at eating pussy?  Is that it, Rafe?  Are you lacking in pussy eating
skills?  It’s okay if you are.  Not every guy is good at – “

She squeaked with surprise when he growled
at her and yanked her body against his before cupping her ass through her skirt
and squeezing tightly.  “I am very fucking good at eating pussy, Ms. Jameson. 
I guarantee you’ll scream and scream loudly.”

“That’s pretty big talk from a guy who
keeps saying he can’t eat my pussy,” she said breathlessly.  “Sorry, but I’m
not just going to take your word for it that you’ll make me scream.”

He growled again, his eyes flashing
angrily, before he dropped to his knees in front of her.  “Lift your skirt,” he
snapped.

She grinned and hiked her skirt up around
her waist.  He stared at the flame-coloured patch of hair at the top of her
pussy before nuzzling it with his mouth.  She sighed happily and wound her
fingers in his hair.  “Go on, Rafe.  Make me scream.”

He cupped her smooth thighs before placing
his fingers lightly on the bruises visible on her pale skin.  They matched
perfectly and he gave her a look of shame.  “I’m so sorry, baby.”

She petted his hair and smiled at him. 
“It’s fine.”

He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss
against each bruise.  Her legs trembled and she spread her thighs before
tugging on his hair.  “Do it, Rafe.  I need your mouth.”

He pressed his nose against her pubic hair
and inhaled deeply before kissing his way down to the lips of her pussy.  They
were already wet and he made a murmur of approval before licking her clean.

“Ohh,” she sighed and tilted her pelvis
forward as he hooked her right leg over his shoulder.  He spread her lips with
his thumbs and growled when it exposed her swollen, glistening clit.  He sucked
on it and cupped her ass, pulling her against his mouth as he flicked his
tongue over her clit rapidly before sucking again.

“Oh Jesus,” she said in a soft little
mutter.  “That feels so damn good, Rafe.”  Her hands pulled his hair as he
nibbled lightly on her clit.  He massaged her clit with his fingers before
licking it gently.  When his finger slid into her pussy, she ground her face against
his finger and mouth.  He pushed another finger inside of her and thrust them
back and forth.  Her soft gasps of pleasure were driving him insane and he
sucked noisily at her clit as she moaned loudly.

“Quiet, Rowan,” he said and she clapped one
hand over her mouth as her head fell back and she pushed her hips in rapid
circles against his mouth.

He growled, his lips vibrating against her
clit, and she squealed against her hand as he pulled her even closer.  She
tasted so damn good, like sweet, warm honey, and he made another growl of
approval when fresh wetness coated his lips.  He licked her clean, his hard
fingers still thrusting in and out, and when he felt her legs begin to shake
uncontrollably he released his fangs with a soft pop.  He dragged the tip of
one against her clit and grinned with hard satisfaction when she screamed into
her hand and her entire body shuddered against his mouth.  Her pussy squeezed
his fingers in a tight grip as she came and he licked away her sweet cream. 
When her knees buckled he dropped her leg to the floor and stood quickly,
catching her before she could collapse on the floor as he retracted his fangs.

He pulled down her skirt as she leaned
against him and panted harshly.  “Holy shit, Rafe, I take back everything I said
about you not being good at eating pussy.  I may never be the same.”

She stared up at him, her cheeks flushed
and her eyes wide and warm with pleasure.  She studied his mouth and he groaned
when she stood on her tiptoes and licked his lips clean with her warm, wet
tongue. 

“I taste good,” she whispered.

“You taste fucking delicious,” he said in a
harsh growl.

She reached into her back pocket and pulled
out the tin of mints.  “Open,” she said.  He did what she asked and she placed
a mint on his tongue.

“Ms. Jameson,” he said as peppermint
replaced her taste in his mouth.  “We really need to – “

She pressed her fingers against his mouth. 
“I have a personal rule, Rafe.  Once a man’s tongue has been in my pussy, he’s
only allowed to call me by my first name.”

He flushed and she made a low laugh.  “Aww,
you’re blushing.  That’s cute.”

“Rowan,” he tried again, “please talk to me
about – “

“I can’t,” she said in fake disappointment,
“my break is done.”

She pushed out of his arms and picked up
her panties.  She started to unfold them before giving him a small grin and
shoving them into the pocket of his jeans.  “Why don’t you keep them?”

“You’re not going out there without
panties,” he said.

She just smiled and he caught her arm as
she slipped by him.  “What time are you done work?”

“Not until one,” she said.  “Sorry.”

“I’ll wait,” he said before pulling her
panties out of his pocket.  “Put these on, Rowan.”

“No, thank you,” she said.

He growled angrily and she kissed him
lightly on the cheek.  “You don’t have to wait for me, Rafe.  We can talk
another time.”

“Like hell I don’t,” he said.  “If you
think I’m leaving you alone while you’re parading around out there without
panties, you’re wrong.”

“Oh for God’s sake, I’m not going to hike
up my skirt for the bar patrons,” she said.  “I’m not interested in anyone but
you.”

A stupid little thrill of happiness went
through him and he had to clamp his mouth shut against his wolf’s pleased
howl.  He forced a scowl at her.  “I’ll wait for you and we’ll talk after your
shift.”

“Sure,” she said before smoothing her
shirt.  “Actually, that would be really helpful.  My car is still in the shop
and I could use a ride home.”

“I’m not going into your apartment,” he
said immediately.

“I know.”  She opened the door and slipped
out into the hallway.

* * *