Pilitella!

Many were buzzing about Sayre Power and Energy being sold to Adrian’s Raines Corporation. When Adrian came to town to inspect the offices and the secret research lab many people wondered whether or not they'd have a job. Adrian put those anxieties to rest when he announced that while the old mines would close, no one would be losing their jobs. He has plans to open new more efficient energy options. 

As for the lab, that is where his interests lay. While he hated Bernard Sayre’s methods, he was curious about werewolf physiology. Much like vampires, werewolves are supernatural beings. Possessing great strength and speed. Their senses much like that of a vampire are heightened. None more than their sense of smell. 

He announced that he wants to continue the research. Only it would be done humanely. Instead of forcing the Pack to comply, Adrian wanted to use the research as a way for humans to better understand werewolves and what makes them what they are. While Roman was adamantly against it at first, many in his Pack agreed to the research. After months of watching his Pack members come home instead of just disappearing into thin air, Roman finally agreed to be tested. 

That's where you come in. 

You were the researcher at the lab tasked with studying Roman and the Primal Magic within him. You spent hours upon hours researching Roman. Taking notes on how his strength compared to the strength of other werewolves in the Pack. 

You always noticed how Roman’s body never had a scar or blemish whenever he took his shirt off. The way he looked at you always made you hot all over. The way he looked at you was intense and heated. You hated making eye contact with him. Because you found yourself daydreaming about what it would be like to fuck him. While you noticed your coworker Laila eyeing him as well, he always ignored her. 

Even when she would bend over in front of him accidentally on purpose his focus was always on you. He was cordial with her but he seemed to not care for her.

You just knew this man was undressing you with his eyes every time he saw you. And when he shifted forms…you silently prayed he never noticed the puddle that was always at your feet. Unfortunately for you, he always notices how he makes you feel. And he enjoys it. To him, this was a game too good to stop playing. 

One night as you were typing up the last of your report on him, Laila came bursting through your door. She looked pissed. Probably why she was drunk.

“Okay, so we're not going to knock?” you ask her.

“I can not believe that man!” she replies.

“What are you talking about Laila?” you asked.

“I'm talking about Roman Y/N!” she replies.

“What about him?” you ask.

“I went to see him at the Den,” she replied.

“Why would you do that?” you ask.

“Have you not seen that man?! Every girl here in the lab is dying to know what it would be like to fuck him, even you,” she replies.

Okay. She's not wrong. 

“Okay, but what does any of that have to do with you going to see him?” you ask.

“That's why I went to see him. I have been dying to fuck him ever since we were assigned to him,” she replied.

This girl and her wanting to fuck every black man she sees fetish. Probably why Ellia left her. As he should have. You tried to warn him not to fuck with her in the first place, but to him, cheap pussy is the best pussy. 

“Okay, first of all, you weren't assigned to this case study. I was. You whined to Jerry about wanting to be included so he put you on UNDER me. But that's a separate issue in and of itself. But continue.”

Laila rolled her eyes.

“Whatever!”

“So what happened?” you ask, knowing that you shouldn't.

“I got there and I was super excited, ya know? Because look at me! There was no way he would pass me up.”

“But he did.” you thought to yourself.

“When I got to the Den entrance I was stopped by the sentries, and when I told them who I was and why I was there, they let me in to see him. When I got to his room, he was kneeling almost like he was praying or something I don’t know.”

“Okay…”

“When I announced myself to him, he looked at me and asked why I was there and I was honest. I told him that I was there to offer myself to him.”

“You told him you were there to fuck him?” you asked, stifling a laugh.

“Yes. I even gave him a little peep show. I mean why do you think I have on this outfit Y/N?” she asked.

“White women. Ruining everything for everybody else.” you sang to yourself.

“Okay so what did he say?” you ask. 

“He said while he was flattered by my forwardness, I’m not his type. He said he prefers women with his skin tone. Preferably a woman like you!” she replied.

“So he told you that he doesn't like white girls and prefers Black Women?” you ask.

“Basically,” she replies.

“And you’re mad why?” you ask.

She pouts. 

You roll your eyes.

“You do realize Black Men don't exist just to fuck you right?” 

“They should,” she mutters a little too loudly.

This bitch…

“Girl, get your stupid ass out of my office. You’re obviously drunk and pissed that you got rejected. Which you should have been rejected. Because Laila you had no damn business going there just to throw yourself at him in the first place.”

Laila rolls her eyes at you.

“Whatever!” she says before she storms out.

This is what you get for trying to be friendly with her. She feels like she's entitled to every black man within a five-mile radius because she’s white. And if they just happen to not be into her then she whines about it. It went from weird and awkward to hear her always complaining to annoying really quickly. And you’re just over her theatrics. 

But she was right about one thing, Roman looked like he'd wreck you in bed. And you would happily allow it.

The next night you were sitting on your couch flipping channels with a glass of wine in your hand when there was a knock at your door. 

“Who could that be?” you thought.

When you opened the door there stood Roman.

“Oh my.”

“Hello Y/N. Are you busy?” he asks.

“Oh umm no. Do you need something?” you asked.

“May I come in?” he asks.

You step aside to allow him into your apartment before closing the door.

He looks at you with a smirk.

“Your friend Laila came to see me,” he replies.

“Umm friend is a bit of a stretch. We're just colleagues, that's all. But I know she came to see you. She told me.”

“Did she?” he asked.

“Yeah. She was drunk when she told me. And I know I’m not responsible for her but I’m sorry that she threw herself at you.” you reply.

He chuckled low and it made the butterflies in your stomach flutter.

“Don't be.”

“What brings you here Roman?” you ask.

“I think you know what brings me here,” he replies.

Your heart skips a beat. 

“We have spent a lot of time together, yes?” he asks.

You hesitantly nod your head yes.

“And there is a rapport between us, yes?” 

“I guess so,” you reply, lying through your teeth. 

You literally want this man to ravage you. Hell, you’re praying that he does.

“So my being here shouldn't surprise you.”

Absentmindedly, you bit your bottom lip. The next thing you knew, he had pinned you between him and your front door. Numbly you watched him take the wine glass out of your hand and set it down before he turned his attention back to you. 

“Do I make you nervous?” he asked.

“No, you make me want to rip all that leather off of you.” you thought to yourself.

“Maybe,” you reply.

“You're lying.”

Busted. 

“I don’t know what you mean,” you say as you try to play it off.

He leans in close. His breath is hot on your ear.

“You forget I am a werewolf. I can tell by your scent,” he whispers in your ear.

Shit. You try your hardest to avoid eye contact but he doesn't let you. He grabs your chin and makes you look at him. His eyes are golden and they leave you wondering how long before he has his way with you. 

“What do you want, Roman?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

There's a hunger in his eyes that is making you start to unravel.

“You Y/N. Will you deny me?” he replies.

No. HELL NO! You want this more than he does. 

“No,” you reply.

“Will you give yourself to me?” he asks.

Asking for consent. You like that. 

“Yes, Roman,” you reply.

He smirks.

“Good.”

He wrapped his arms around you and crushed you into a hot and hungry kiss. He was rough but you love it. With a low growl, he ripped your shirt and bra off. Exposing your breasts to the air, causing your nipples to harden. He let you go and stepped back to marvel at you. 

“Beautiful.”

You blush. You barely know this man and he has you ready to risk it all for him. 

“Kneel,” he says to you.

“But-”

“Now,” he commands.

Who are you to argue with a man who could rip you to shreds? You slowly slide to the floor looking down at the floor. He cups your chin smiling at you.

“Good girl. Now open wide.”

He wants you to…oh my!

You watch him take off his clothes. He is even more gorgeous naked than he is clothed. This man is standing in front of you with his dick in his hand and your mind is all over the place. He rubbed the head of his dick along your lips letting you taste the salt of the head before slipping it between your lips. You let it rest on your tongue before you take more of him into your mouth. He was hard as steel and velvety soft in your mouth. You could smell the natural scent of his sweat rubbing off on your face.

And ya’ know what?  You liked it.

You look up to see his head tilted back in pleasure.

“Such a good girl.” he purred. 

There goes your Praise Kink. The way the cheap ass fluorescent lights shined on his skin made you want him more. You didn’t care if it was correct to say or not. 

You loved serving this man with your body.

You gasped and swallowed more of Roman as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into your mouth.

 “Aw yeah,” Roman moaned, “That’s my girl.  Get it right there.  Ugh, yes…”

You moaned and tears began to sprout from your eyes.  “Such a nasty, dirty girl…come on, take this dick down your throat.”

You almost choked as Roman kept bobbing your head back and forth.  

The way this man could fuck you and make you feel so nasty. He controlled you. He owned you. And that turned you on more. 

You had heard the rumors that he was untamable in bed. And now you’re finding out that's not a rumor.

He wrapped a hand around your chin and buried the other in your hair. Forcing you to choke on him. You didn't know you could be like this. This man has turned you out. He would pull all the way out of your mouth, barely giving you a chance to breathe, before shoving himself back in. It was sloppy, it was desperate, and it was hot as fuck. And the sounds your mouth made around him were disgusting. But you loved it. 

“Look at me,” he growled.

Look at him. With his dick in your mouth? Jesus! 

You obeyed and looked up to see his golden eyes staring at you. The lust, the dominance, this man is perfect. 

The grip he had on your jaw and in your hair tightened. You kept your eyes locked on his, not sure what else to do. You heard him growl low. Soon you feel it. Salty, warm, and hitting the back of your throat, coating your entire mouth. And the only thing you could do was swallow. There was no other option. He finally pulled out of your mouth. Leaving you gasping for air. 

“Good pet. You served me well. Now it's time for your reward.”

“Reward?” you thought after what just happened. “What does he mean by reward?”

He brought you to your feet before wrapping your legs around his waist and carrying you to your bedroom. Once inside he tosses you onto the bed like you're a ragdoll. You tore yourself from the sheets to look at him. His expression was both focused and misty at the same time - like he couldn’t control himself. The next you know, he has your wrists pinned above your head.

“Don't move.”

Right because you're gonna be stupid enough to disobey the Alpha.

Your job was to do as he commanded. You were his.

So, you watch as he rips the sleep shorts and panties you had off. There you lay naked before him. Your mind is racing. Trying to grab ahold of the situation. Trying to process and focus when his lips are on yours. 

The kiss is hot.

Hungry.

Dominant.

Feeling his tongue swirling with yours was making you dizzy. Having his body weight over yours kept you in place. His hands went from gripping your wrists to traveling the length of your body leaving goosebumps in their wake. When they finally found your breasts you couldn't help but arch your back into his palms. That's when he squeezed hard. Digging his nails into the tender flesh. Causing you to break your shared kiss with a loud moan.

“Roman…” you moaned. 

He did it again this time harder than before. He was careful not to break the skin. He wanted to savor the reaction and sounds you make. Soon your moans turned into shouts loud enough to wake your neighbors and the dead. 

“Roman, please…” you pleaded.

Because to be honest if he didn't stop now the fun would be over for you before it ever truly started. He took pity on you, which you were thankful for,  and began nursing on your left nipple and surrounding areola while fondling your right breast. He made sure to get a few suckling bites in before switching breasts. 

“God yessss” you moaned. 

Sure he was intense and a little rough but you loved it. You squirmed under him but try as you might you were not getting away from Roman. Not that you really wanted to. Soon his hands traveled to your ass where he squeezed tightly making you shiver. Your body broke out in a cold sweat. This man was doing things to you that you'd only ever dreamed about. 

“Turn over onto your stomach and arch your back. Now,” he growled in your ear.

Without hesitation, you did what you were told. You were on your bed face down ass up. You felt him move your hair out of the way of your right shoulder blade. It was replaced by soft kisses. 

“Fuck that feels good.” you moaned. 

Roman trailed kisses from your shoulder down your spine. Sending shivers running up and down. When he got to the small of your back, you felt his hands gently spread your legs apart. 

He went from kissing the small of your back to leaving bite marks all over your ass cheeks and the backs of your thighs. He wrapped his arms around your thighs before running his tongue along your very wet slit and then plunged his tongue inside you.

Is this man really about to eat your pussy from the back? Yes, yes he is. And you are not about to stop him.

“Fuck! Yes!” you moaned loudly. 

This man was hitting it. 

Roman felt like he was on autopilot. The wolf inside him was hungry; he was hungry. 

And it was time to feast.

And his tongue reached deeper and deeper inside you until you felt nothing but delirious ecstasy. Soon, you felt something coil in you and you tried to crawl away.

Roman snatched you by your waist and dragged you back without a word.

He licked more.

And more.

And more.

“Roman,” you moaned, “I’m about to-”

Roman moaned as he continued to eat from you and the vibrations brought you closer to release.

Soon, you broke and Roman was lapping up the results of your orgasm. You turned to look at him with wounded arousal and to your surprise, he was still hard as a rock.

“You ain’t done?” You asked, trying to catch your breath.

He smirked, “No. And you’re not done servicing me.”

He pulled you to him and rubbed his hardness along your wet slit before aligning himself with you.

“I need you to relax a little.”

You nodded and sucked in all the air in your lungs as Roman pushed himself inside you.

Roman kissed up your spine and up your neck. Then, he started to move.

You gasped as he started to speed up after a while.  Oh yeah, you liked that - short, quick bursts that hit your spot.

“Fuck,” you moan as Roman uses your body.

Roman kissed your neck, on that special place behind your ear, and his thrusts got more and more intense.

“Ugh yeah…you like that, don’t you?”

You couldn’t even respond. The ambiance of the room and the hot feel of his body against yours led to a delicious haze that clouded your vision. You caught a glimpse of yourself in your kitchen window and tried to lean up to watch yourself get fucked.

Roman, however, had other plans. 

He pushed you down and continued to thrust into you, locking your hands behind your back to use as leverage.

Your head knocked back and forth between the sheets in rhythm with the sound your bodies made as Roman got his nut.

Slap.  Slap.  Slap.  Slap.  Slap.

“Aw yeah…fuck,” Roman moaned. Your bodies were covered with sweat and the slipperiness dripping onto you just made you hornier.

Still, you managed to turn to look at him.

“Harder,” you hissed.

Roman’s head tilted to the side and his eyes turned gold.

A slight growl came from him as he snatched you up and held you by your neck.

Then, he fucked you. He fucked you while standing up.

“Now how the fuck is he…” you thought as he drilled into you again and again. 

You had nowhere to go. All you can do is take him at full force. It was delicious. It was unheard of. It was hot as fuck. Bent at a slight angle at the hip with your fingertips barely touching the mattress, your free dangled off the floor. You couldn't think straight. All you could do was focus on how good it felt to be fucked by the Alpha. 

Each thrust of his hips into you drove you higher and higher to your peak.

“You feel so good!” he growled in your ear.

And that did it for you. Your vision blurred then went completely white as your orgasm broke. You don't even know or remember if he finished. You just know that you were spent. You were delirious. Your body has been used in the most delicious way possible.

Roman released you after, letting you down gently onto the bed. You breathed roughly and wildly before passing out.

You finally woke up thinking it was all a dream until you sat up and there was this throbbing coming from your clit and you were sore. And when you looked over he left you a gift. His necklace. 

That next morning you found yourself walking a little funny while wearing Roman’s necklace. Laila was the first to notice you when you came in. She followed you to your office. 

“Why do you look like that?” she asked.

“Look like what?” you replied.

“Like you just fucked someone’s boyfriend.”

No, this bitch did not just call you a ho.

“I did. And it was good. Oh! And Ellia told me to tell you hi.”

Laila sucked her teeth and crossed her arms. 

“Where did you get that necklace Y/N?” she asks.

You look down at Roman’s necklace and smirk.

“Roman gave it to me. It's his. Why?” you ask.

“Why would he give you his necklace?” she replies.

“Why do you think?” 

Laila scoffs.

“You didn't!”

“I sure did. Last night.”

“I can't believe you fucked him!” she pouted.

“I mean he did tell you that he prefers Black Women so…” you say with a shrug.

“You don't have to be so fucking smug Y/N!” she sneered.

“You sound salty, babe.”

Laila stormed off slamming your door behind her. 

“Nosy bitch. That's what you get!” You said to yourself. 

Your day went by fast and that night just as you were finishing up your latest findings report, there was a knock at your door.

“Come in,” you call out.

When you looked up Adrian walked in. 

“Mr. Raines?!” you ask.

“Hello Miss Y/N. Do you have a moment?” he asked.

“For you sir? Of course,” you reply.

Adrian smiled at you as he sat down at your desk. 

“I've been watching you and I must say Y/N I am quite impressed with your work.” 

You just stare at him.

“Really?” you ask.

“Yes. I've seen the rapport you've made with the Alpha. It's good that he trusts you. Because from what I heard he doesn't trust humans all that much.” he replies.

You're thankful that vampires don't have x-ray vision because if he did you'd be in trouble.

“Tell me Y/N, what made you want to study werewolves?” he asked.

You shrug.

“Curiosity mostly. I grew up with them so I have always been around them. Their strength, their speed, their Primal Forms, all of it is intriguing. It's why I became a scientist. I wanted to learn about them.” you reply.

“Is that why you worked for the now former Mr. Sayre?” he asked.

“Yes. But he told us we were studying werewolves to help them. We had no idea what he was really doing. Not until that night.” you replied.

“Where were you that night?” he asked.

“Huddled together with a few of my coworkers here in the lab. We heard all of the fighting that was going on and I'm thankful that none of the werewolves who were freed came after us,” you reply. 

Adrian nodded. The way he was looking at you made your body heat up. 

“Why are you so interested in werewolves Mr. Raines?” you ask.

“Adrian.” he corrected you.

You nod. This man is making your heart race.

“You can relax, Y/N. You’re not in trouble.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

He raises an eyebrow at you with a smirk.

“Your heart rate picked up.”

You swallow hard. 

“Now to finally answer your earlier question, a few years ago I was in Vegas when I met a werewolf named Cal. He's from a Pack in New Orleans. We were…let’s just say unfortunate guests of a VERY eccentric collector. We've been friends ever since. His kind has always fascinated me. Because in a lot of ways we're a lot alike.” 

“How so?” you ask. Your inner geek is giddy.

“Their strength is on par with ours. Both in their human and Primal Forms. While they aren't as fast as we are, their speed is highly impressive.” he replies.

This conversation is everything to you until…

“Hey Y/N do you have the latest–” Laila says as she comes bursting through your door. “Oh! Mr. Raines! I didn't know you were here.”

Here we go again…

“Hello, Ms. Burnell. It's lovely to see you,” he said politely.

“What do you need Laila?” you ask.

“Well, I was going to ask if you had the latest report figures. You could've told me you were having a meeting with Mr. Raines,” she replies.

You notice how honey-sweet she's gotten. It sends your annoyance rising.

“It was a spur-of-the-moment thing,” he replied. 

“Oh! Well since you’re here, perhaps we could discuss the latest findings?” she asks sweetly. 

You knew exactly what this chick was up to. 

“I would love to but maybe some other time. I was in the middle of a conversation with Y/N. And I’d really like to continue it.” he replies.

“It will only take a few minutes, Mr. Raines. I'm very thorough.” 

Biiiiiiiiiiiiitch…if you don't.

“Read the room ho!” you thought to yourself.

That's when you notice a slight change in him. 

“Some other time Ms. Burnell.” 

His tone is flat and serious. Even a little bit dangerous. And a whole bunch of sexy.

“But–”

“Goodnight.” he cuts her off.

She looks at you then backs out of your office. This is the second time in days that she's been curved. You’re here for it.

“Apologies, Y/N. I didn't mean to be short with her but…”

“No need to apologize. She has never understood the word boundaries. She sees a black man and just goes for it.”

Adrian shook his head with a small laugh, “Well, being feitshized by one of my employees certainly wasn’t on my calendar for today.” 

The two of you shared a laugh and then, it was as if the air itself shifted.

“Now, where were we?” he asks. 

“We were…,” You respond as he stands up and gets closer to you, “Um…talking about werewolves and uh…”

God, he smelled so good - like cinnamon and whiskey.

“And research,” you finish, your heart fluttering, as he towers over you. His eyes are red. And the way he's looking at you he looks at you hungrily. One minute he's in front of you and the next he's behind you with his arms around you.

“You smell amazing,” he whispered in your ear. 

Your heart rate kicked into high gear. 

“No need to be scared, Y/N. I won't hurt you.”

“What are you going to do?” you ask.

“I'm about to feed,” he replied.

“On me?” you ask.

“Yes, as long as I have your consent,” he replied. 

You took a deep breath and nodded slowly.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes. I'm sure.”

He slowly turned you around so you were facing him. You couldn't help yourself. You kissed him. Deeply. And he returned the urgency in the kiss. That's when you felt his fang prick your lower lip. When the kiss broke you watched him, lick your blood off his fang.

“Delicious,” he said to you.

You swallowed hard. Seeing his red eyes left you speechless. 

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“Yes sir. I trust you,” you reply with a shiver.

Soon, you felt his lips on your neck sending chills down your spine. His lips and kisses are warm and soft. And they feel good. God, they feel good. 

So there you both were hot and heavy. 

Your hands were sliding up the hard plains of his abs while his hands found their way up your skirt. It didn't take long for you both to be naked and with hands all over each other. You were pinned between his hot hard body and the top of your desk.

“Adrian…” you moaned as he let his hands go to work on your breasts. Massaging and groping them, making you squirm. It was driving you crazy to have his lips on your neck and his hands on you.

“You are exquisite…” he murmurs against your soft skin. as he sat you on the edge of the desk. 

He tangled his right hand in your hair and gently pulls your head back, exposing the soft flesh of your neck. He ran his tongue across the skin until he settled his lips just above your artery.

“Please don’t torture me…” you begged him.

“Shhhh…it’ll all be over soon,” he whispered in your ear.

You shivered from a mix of anticipation and adrenaline as his arms tightened around you. You didn't know what was coming next. But you were ready and excited about it. That’s when you felt his fangs pierce into your neck. You felt like your body was on fire. Every last nerve ending tingled. Soon the sweet pain gave way to an even sweeter pleasure, as he began to feed.

“Yesssssssssss…” you moaned softly. At that moment is when you felt most alive. You were both dizzy and turned on. You didn’t want him to stop. Once he was satisfied he pricked his finger to seal the wound.

“So delicious…” he tells you. His voice was low, almost to a growl.

“Wait until you taste the rest of me,” you reply with a wink and sly grin.

He greedily devoured your mouth. Letting his tongue tangle with yours and letting one of his fangs scrape your bottom lip. He kissed down your jawline and neck; savoring the sweet taste of your flesh.

With a wink of his own, he playfully ran his fangs across both of your nipples. Doing so; caused you to let out a sound that was both a gasp and a moan.

“Don’t stop…don’t ever stop…” you moaned.

“Ohhh never that. I would never stop pleasing you.”, he replied before kissing down the center of your breasts. He continued going lower letting his fangs and mouth sweetly, gently, and slowly torture you.

He wanted you in a frenzy and he was getting you there. Your breathing started to labor as he got closer to your epicenter. He trailed soft sweet kisses along the top of your right thigh. Every so often he’d scrape his fangs across your thigh. Your body trembled with anticipation you wanted him to touch you in the worst way.

“Adrian, please! I need you to—“, was all you managed to get out before you were cut off by him, “relax, lay back, and close your eyes. All I want you to do is feel.”

You did as you were told to do. That’s when you felt his mouth descend onto your clit.

“Oh, my God!” you shrieked.

You felt electric. Your body tingled all over. Heat coursed through every inch of you as he tasted you. Between his fingers, his tongue, and especially his fangs going all over the place you were in heaven. You did what you could to ride the intense waves of pleasure but soon it became a little too much.

You thought you were going to try to move but Adrian had other plans. When he felt you try to move away he tightened his arms around your thighs pulling you close to him and holding you in place. They weren’t finished until he was finished.

“Ohhhhhhhh God! Adrian! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”, you screamed. 

You were about to break from the orgasm that was building inside you. Pulses raced throughout your body every time you felt his mouth move against you. Before either of them knew it your orgasm broke and you exploded in his mouth.

“Ohhhhhhhh shit! YESSSSSSSSSSS! YES! YES! YES! OH MY FUCKING GOD!” you screamed as you rode the wave of this latest orgasm.

When Adrian finally let you go you were a hit sweaty mess. Your breathing was erratic and you were trying to control the tremors caused by the aftershock.

“I did not have being a vampire’s snack on my bingo card. But here we are,” you say, trying to catch your breath.

He chuckled low.

“You're welcome, Y/N. Because I'm not done.”

Before you could think straight he had you bent over your desk. 

You wanted to feel the heat of his skin against yours.

“I am going to devour you.” he whispered in your ear.

You were excited, scared, and turned on. 

“Don’t let me stop you…” you told him.

You heard the ripping of a condom wrapper then felt the head of his dick circling your entrance. 

“Please…” you begged. 

He entered you and it felt amazing. When he began to move his hips you grabbed the edge of your desk as he fucked you. 

“God, you feel so fucking good! You’re so wet!” he hissed. 

He pounded you. You felt him every time he pulled out and surged back in. It was delicious agony.

“Adrian!” you shouted.

He was possessed. All that mattered to him was making sure that you were worn out. The sounds your bodies made as he fucked you were as delicious as they were disgusting.

He pulled out just to pull you off your desk and make you straddle him in your desk chair. With his hands on your hips, he guided you down onto him. With a firm white-knuckled grip the chair handles you started to bounce on him. 

“God! You feel so damn good! So fucking wet! So fucking tight!” he said to you. You couldn't hear him. All you could do was feel him.  

“Yesssssssss!” you shouted. 

He could hear your heartbeat thunder in your chest. It drove him insane and drove his hunger higher. 

“Take it! Take all of it! Take! Me!” he growled.

His grip on your hips tightened. It was delicious and enough to send you into a tailspin. Watching you unravel from the pleasure was a high for Adrian. 

“Beautiful! So fucking beautiful!”, he hissed as he felt your muscles clench around him. 

When your hands went from clutching the sides of your desk chair to digging into the skin of his wrists he knew you were close. 

He leaned forward to growl, “don’t hold back! Let it out! Scream for me! Let me hear you!” 

It sent you spiraling. You threw your head back onto his shoulder and screamed as you drowned in the pleasure. 

“YESSSSSSSSSSSSS! ADRIAN!” you screamed. 

That was all the motivation he needed as he took advantage of the situation and bit into your neck. As he fed one last time he lost himself in both you and his own orgasm. You felt your body convulse from him taking you in more ways than one. As you both came down from their combined high you smiled at each other. 

“Did I hurt you?” he asked. 

“I’m not porcelain Adrian. I’m not gonna break because you squeezed a little hard.” you replied.

“I know. I just want to be sure,” he said to you. 

“I’m more than likely bruised but I’m not broken,” you reply. 

He winced. 

“Don’t worry about me. I’m okay,” you said softly.

“Good.”

“However I do think we just broke every ethics code in the book,” you say breathlessly.

“I don't remember saying I had those,” he replies with a wink.

You laughed as you felt his finger against your neck sealing the second pair of bite marks that he left on you. 

That's two men in a matter of days. Life can't get any better for you.

Or so you thought. 

It had been two weeks since you slept with both Roman and Adrian. And every time you saw either of them, both would always give you a look that would turn any normal woman into a sentient puddle. It made work easy and late-night sessions with your vibrator even better. 

It also made Laila see red whenever she saw you but you didn't care. It wasn't your fault that she couldn't keep a man despite being a total catch according to her. And it definitely wasn't your fault that the men she wanted didn't want her. 

You were once again sitting at your desk burning the midnight oil when there was a knock at your door. It was Adrian.

“Adrian! Can I help you?” you ask.

“Yes. Join me in my office in 20 minutes

 I have a matter to discuss with you.” he replies.

“Yes sir.” 

He nodded then left. You didn't question why he wanted you to meet him in his office. You just went. When you got to his office, he was sitting at his desk with two highball glasses and a bottle of Scotch.

“Have a seat Y/N,” he instructed.

You sat down across from him. Curiosity killing your cat.

“Drink?” he asked as he offered you a glass, “to calm your nerves.”

You accept the glass and down the drink in one gulp. 

“You and I had fun a few weeks ago, yes?” he asks.

“Mmmhmm. You were very…” you trailed off thinking about the way his hands felt all over you. 

He chuckles as he pours you another drink.

“Better than the Alpha?” he asks.

You nearly choke.

“I'm sorry?” you say trying to play it off.

“No need to be coy, Y/N. I know you fucked him. Isn't that right, Roman?” he asks.

When you turn around you’re met by those two beautiful golden eyes of the Alpha.

You sat there in shock. You were trying to figure out why Roman was behind you and why did he look so damn hot?

“Can I ask you a question, Adrian?” you ask. 

“Sure,” he replies. 

“With all due respect to Roman, why is he here?” you asked hoping you hadn’t offended him.

That’s when Adrian closed his eyes and when he opened them they were blood red. 

And when he looked over his glass at you, he said, “would you like to find out?” 

You nodded your head yes.

With a toothy grin, Adrian said, “it’s fairly simple. Roman and I had a bit of a friendly competition going.” 

You arched an eyebrow at him. 

“What kind of competition?” you ask.

“We wanted to see who you would choose. The Vampire or The Werewolf.” Roman replied.

“So let me get this straight. You both decided to use me like I’m some piece of meat to satisfy yourselves?” you ask.

“Yes,” they replied.

Well shit. 

“Okay then.”

You couldn’t believe it. But at the same time you could.

“So Y/N. You've had sex with us both. Who would you choose?” Adrian asks you.

You sat there and thought for a second. Comparing both of them. In stature and in bed. And that's when you came to a decision.

“To be honest, both of you twisted me over like a pretzel and fucked the life outta me. It's unfair to choose between you two. Besides, why love one man when I can love both?” 

“Very pragmatic, Y/N,” Adrian says to you.

His eyes were their trademark misty red.

“Both of you make my clit throb so no use in trying to choose,” you say looking between the two.

Adrian looks over at Roman with a smirk.

“Truce?” he asks Roman.

Roman laid his hands on your shoulders. Rubbing his thumbs in circles. Making you squeeze your legs together in order to soothe the ache between them.

“Truce,” Roman replied.

You laid your head back and bit your lip. It was starting to feel good. 

“See what happens when you’re claimed by a Vampire and Werewolf,” Roman whispered in your ear.

“This isn’t about research anymore is it?” you ask.

“No,” they reply.

“Didn't think so. So what happens now?” you ask.

“You tell us. What do you want to have happen?” Adrian asks

“I want his hands to go a lot lower and I want you to be a little closer,” you reply.

You got your wish. Roman’s hands slid into your blouse down to your bra. You closed your eyes and moaned as Roman squeezed your breasts. That's when you felt hands on your thighs.

“You belong to us. Is that understood?” Adrian asked.

“Yes…” you moan softly.

You feel Adrian’s hands slip into your skirt until they find your very wet panties. You lifted your hips for Adrian reflexively. When he found your clit. You felt like your body was on fire. 

Just as you were getting you closer to an orgasm, they stopped. The loss of sensation made you want to scream. You tried to move but Roman kept you in place. You could feel his breath hot in your ear. 

“Not yet,” he whispered. 

“We are going to play with you before we break you,” Adrian told you.

You aren't sure what you did to deserve this but you aren't about to look like a gift horse in the mouth. 

They brought you to your feet even though your knees felt weak. Your clothes were soon gone; tossed everywhere. The sensation of having their hands all over you again made you feel drunk. It felt like dreams. 

Your heart pounded in your chest. The excitement and anxiousness was starting to get to you. 

“I can tell you’re scared, Y/N. You don’t have to worry. We don't bite. Unless you want that.” Adrian said to you. 

“All I want is both of you completely naked.” you finally manage to speak.

You watched as both men stripped down to absolutely nothing. They are gorgeous and you were about to get lucky. 

Adrian gestured to his desk. 

“Bend over, close your eyes, and relax,” he told you. 

You obliged him. You laid across his desk with shivers running down your spine. You felt one pair of nails running up the backs of your legs and another pair going up your spine. Your body started trembling once the nails were replaced by suckling bites. You couldn't figure out who was where. 

You felt nails dig into the sensitive skin of your ass. And another scratch across your shoulders. You let out a strangled moan when you felt a tongue run across your clit. That's when a pair of hands tangled into your hair and you felt a hard dick slide into your mouth. 

You were getting your pussy eaten while your face was being fucked thoroughly. This was sloppy, slutty, and made you wetter than a waterfall. This is what heaven feels like. Your moans were muffled but theirs weren't. Every sound they made for and because of you was delicious. 

“I'm getting slutted out by a vampire and a werewolf. Twilight ain't got shit on me.” you thought to yourself. 

You couldn't decide where to go. You had pleasure and sensation coming from everywhere. Then once again it stopped. Leaving you feeling empty and needy. You were starving for more.

“Noooo! I need,” you whined. You were desperate. This was an addiction.

“Stand up and keep your eyes closed.” was all you heard.

Whether it was a command that came from Adrian or Roman you didn't know and honestly didn't care. You just wanted them to keep using you. You stood up and exhaled. Your body is sore but vibrating. You feel an arm wrap around your waist and pull you to the closest body. You felt a finger tilt your chin up and a pair of lips cover yours. When you didn't feel any fangs you knew it was Roman you were kissing. 

It was hot. It was hungry. It was fucking amazing. 

He broke the kiss when he backed you up into Adrian’s chest. 

“Now can I open my eyes?” you plead.

“Yes.” was all you heard.

When you opened your eyes there stood Roman in all his naked golden-eyed glory.  Adrian took advantage and wrapped an arm around you.

“I am famished,” Adrian whispered in your ear as he moved your hair out of the way. “Hold still.”

Adrian held you in place as he sank his fangs into your neck. The pain topped off your arousal like a cherry on a sundae.  You weren’t sure if the floating feeling you were experiencing was lust or blood loss.

Roman watched the whole thing and stroked himself.  He was raised in a spiritual community.  Every reference to sex related to finding the right mate so your wolf could be at peace.  But this was something new; something different.

This was better than any porn he had ever watched.

Adrian sucked the last bit of what he wanted from your neck.  You were frozen, like a statute.  When he finally released you, you stumbled slightly.

You felt tired, like you were about to collapse.  

Adrian pulled you back to him, “Oh no.  We’re not done yet…”

You felt air beneath your feet as Adrian lifted you up.  You felt his hard dick as he rubbed himself.

“You owe me,” He whispered in your ear.  The air was sucked out of your lungs as Adrian thrusted himself into your ass.

Besides Adrian’s grunts, you heard a loud moaning.  ‘Oh shit, that’s me,’ you thought.

Roman continued to stroke himself.  He loved anal.  

Adrian was using you like a fuckdoll, holding you as he made good use of your ass.  Your sweat rubbed off on his perfect skin as your heart sped up.

“Oh yes,” Adrian moaned, “Yes…Your ass feels so good.”

“Please cum in it,” you sigh, sweat dripping down your breasts, “Cum in my ass.”

“Not yet.  We’re missing one key ingredient,” Adrian whispered in your ear.

Using his strength, the vampire lifted you by your knees and spread your legs apart - giving Roman the perfect view of your pussy.

Your scent wafted straight to the werewolf’s nose and you saw flicks of gold in his eyes.

“Now (Y/N),” Adrian whispered in your ear, “What is that thing between your legs?”

“It’s my pussy.”

“That’s right!  And what  would you like Roman to do with it?”

“I want him to fuck it,” you moan.

“Good girl.  Now ask him.”

“Roman…please fuck my pussy,” You moan.

You reach between your legs and spread your pussylips wide, letting Roman see the shiny juices dripping out, “It’s yours.”

Roman didn’t hesitate. He barreled toward you like a train and thrust inside you with everything he had.

You moaned and Adrian smirked as Roman’s face contorted in pleasure. You held Roman’s strong shoulders as he fucked your pussy.  Adrian taking your ass made you see that same white you saw earlier.

It was like a cycle of lust.

Roman.

Adrian.

Roman.

Adrian.

Roman - ah fuck.

Adrian - oh yeah, right there.

The slapping sounds between your three bodies only egged you on.

This was your purpose. This is where you felt the most like yourself - being a fucktoy for two fine ass men.

Roman grabbed you as his orgasm neared its peak. To say he was huffing and puffing like a god would have been a rude pun, but it would’ve been valid. Then, he came.

Your breath hitched as you felt his dick flex inside your walls, painting them white. Adrian came soon after.  Then, you.

The proof of the lust you three shared dripped down the inside of your thighs and legs.

“Fucked out” was the best way to describe you…and you loved it.

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“She’s out like a light,” Roman whispered to Adrian.  The two were currently on either side of you as you slept off the threesome your body has just enjoyed.

“Yes well, a threesome with a horny vampire and werewolf is…a bit much on the human body,” Adrian replied quietly as Roman brushed your hair through your bonnett.

“I must say. That threesome wasn’t half bad.”

“It tends to not be once you get comfortable. Was this your first?”

Roman snorted, “third.”

Adrian smirked, “I’m not sure (Y/N) noticed.”

“I mean…I never thought I would enjoy something like that. I always thought sex had to be traditional and romantic.”

“Sometimes a good fuck just has to be a good fuck. All that’s required is consent and lust. Remember that, wolf.”

“Thanks, vampire.”

“No problem.”

“Just one more thing.”

“What?”

“You know she wanted me more, right?”

A laughter rumbled in Adrian’s chest, “In your dreams, Roman.”