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  Copyright © 2009 Charisma Knight

  Title: Wolf’s Obsession – Part 1,2 and 3 Copyright © 2009 Charisma Knight

  This is a work of fiction. All places, events and characters are crafted from the author’s imagination and any resemblance to currently alive or passed people and events are coincidental.

  Cover art by Tammie King

  Wolf's Obsession

  Thorne Cloudfeather returned to Club Ravenous a second evening in a row, eager to see “her.” This town, nothing like his New Orleans disgusted him completely. A certain “aura” hung over the city like a dark cloud. Thorne was here for one reason, and one reason only, to claim his mate and return to his precious New Orleans.

  As he strolled into the club, human scent and sex tainted his nostrils. As he confidently walked through the crowd, he exuded the appearance of a predator. His demeanor was that of a leader, laced with a hint of danger. Women shot appreciative glances at him, hoping to land him as one of their clients for the evening.

  She was human, so hard to believe a mere human woman could entice him in this manner, especially never having laid eyes upon her. She was here, his instincts led him to this town, and her scent led him to this club.

  Thorne found a vacant seat at the end of the bar, and sat down. Ordering a scotch, he scanned the room for “others” of his kind. Oddly enough, neither werewolf nor vampire lurked within, although he had sensed a few vampires in another part of the town.

  In New Orleans, werewolves and vampires thrived, secretly among the humans. Thorne planned to maintain peace with the bloodsuckers, until his clan, The Black Claws recovered from the brink of extinction. Thorne planned to run the vamps from New Orleans. He did not care where they went, as long as every one of them evacuated New Orleans. Apparently, this town was crawling with the vile fiends as well.

  The view was excellent, his stomach churned with anticipation of seeing “her” again. The evening before, she was actually entertaining a couple. It was hard for him to leave her, especially with those horny young human males. Tonight would be different; he would have her in his bed before daylight approached.

  The music ended, and the lights dimmed. The bartender sat several large white pillar candles along the edge of the stage, lighting them with a cigarette lighter. “She” was going to dance next. Every muscle in Thorne’s body tensed, and the very site of her caused his cock to swell! She was beautiful – wearing a black leather bikini adorned with studs and chains. Breathless, Thorne imagined her riding him with nothing except her thigh high leather stiletto boots.

  The girl seductively gyrated to “It’s a Man’s World.” She was awesome, athletic, and the acrobatics she performed on that pole caused his cock to twitch with anticipation. Mesmerized, Thorne’s eyes scanned every luscious inch of her body. Inhaling her womanly scent caused precum to form on the head of his engorged cock. A low growl formed within his throat as he shifted in his stool.

  No woman had ever held such control over him as the woman who dominated the stage at this particular moment. No one managed to hold his attention for this long, not the way she had. Scanning her entire body again, he searched for the shred of proof that would bond her to him for the rest of their lives.

  Three women approached Thorne, hoping they would obtain the chance of retaining him as a client. The name of the game was persuading clients to the champagne room. Politely dismissing them, only one decided to push her luck.

  “I possess no interest in you; however I do not mind giving you a tip.” Thorne confessed dryly. “Please leave me alone and be on your way.”

  “You don’t know what you’re missing out on honey!” The woman said.

  “I’m waiting for her.” Thorne insisted, gesturing toward the stage, handing the scorned dancer a five-dollar bill.

  “Ok darling, suit yourself. You can put it in my g-string.” The dancer turned her bottom towards Thorne, trying to entice him.

  “I would advise you to take it or leave it.” Thorne growled a warning, as he was not a man of patience and did not take kindly to repeating himself.

  Sensing the danger in his voice, the girl turned, snatching the bill, heeding Thorne’s warning, but not before rolling her eyes at his rejection of her.

  Exhaling sharply, Thorne directed his attention to “her” again. He was successful in capturing the woman’s attention. Her voluptuous, statuesque figure glistened with moisture. As her eyes held his, she seductively released her full breasts from the bikini top, causing Thorne to moan with want. His jaw clenched as he gripped the glass of scotch in his right hand, trying not to shatter it.

  Glancing around the bar, Thorne noticed others watching, waiting to buy her a drink. Beckoning the bartender, Thorne purchased a $1,000.00 champagne bottle.

  “You have exceptional taste, my friend, the bartender grinned. Starr is one of our finest women. Hey, weren’t you in here last night?”

  “Yeah,” Thorne replied. She was busy with a couple of her best clients, I would assume. Give me another scotch please, make it a double.”

  “You’ve got it man! I’m Randy, let me know if you need anything else tonight” The bartender happily obliged, since Thorne was a great tipper.

  The man with the dangerous eyes mesmerized her. Starr noticed him moments before stepping upon the stage, although she pretended not to. She loved dancing, but put on an especially seductive show for him, since he had paid her a visit the evening before. She tried in vain to break free from her customers; the couple she entertained often. This awesome stranger waited for her until the bar closed. Unfortunately, her customers bought her out when the bar closed. She could have sworn the handsome stranger was angry. For some strange reason, she knew he would return.

  He spoke to her with his eyes, almost controlling her. Dressed in a black short-sleeved shirt, the man possessed expensive tribal tattoos and a wolf’s head on a medicine shield around his left bicep. His features were sharp, exquisite, as though chiseled from marble. His high cheekbones and hooked nose proudly announced his Native American heritage. He was completely bald and clean-shaven, with the exception of a small patch of hair along the cleft of his chin. His ears and nose were pierced with small golden hoops, and his large fingers sported gold bands, displaying exquisite tribal designs.

  His enticing gaze touched her in a way she had never experienced from any man watching her. Highly aroused, Starr seductively slid down the pole, spreading her legs while giving Thorne a glimpse of her saturated flesh. Starr’s third song was approaching, and she decided she would give Thorne the best floorshow of her life.

  The lit candles portrayed adorning the stage displayed an ancient, seductive air of mystery, eroticism, and sensuality. Starr seductively picked up a neatly folded black velvet wrap, gracefully laying it on the stage floor. Mea Culpa echoed through the sophisticated bar, all eyes glued to Starr. She elegantly lit a long tapered white candle from one of the pillar candles.

  Thorne’s heart raced, and his eyes narrowed in anticipation of her next move. His hard cock oozed a thick glob of precum. Starr gyrated around the pole, as if it were her lover, and turned towards Thorne, spreading her thighs, bending down without bending her knees, seductively sliding on the velvet wrap, allowing Thorne to see her ass and pussy. There was no shame in her game.

  Commencing to pour hot candle wax over her entire body, Starr stuck out her tongue; licking her lips as if invisible drops of cum rained upon her. Thorne thought he would shoot his load into his pants. His painful erection, strained against his tight leather pants forced another low growl to form within his throat. The air sizzled and cracked with sexual tension as the pair met one anot
her’s gaze once more.

  The beast within howled, craving freedom, and the opportunity to mate with the sex goddess before him. Starr looked as though she were experiencing the time of her life, spreading her legs, allowing hot wax to drip down her cunt. Nipples standing erect from the wax dropping upon them, Starr stimulated a sensual gyrating movement, as though she were fucking an invisible lover.

  The song seemed to last forever, in Thorne’s mind. He wanted to claim her right there, on the stage, despite the crowded bar. Once her act was complete, she gracefully exited the stage, picking up the velvet wrap, careful not to allow wax to fall upon the floor, out of respect to the next dancer. The crowd cheered and whistled at the seductive event. Thorne, unable to think clearly, stared in awe at the woman he planned to claim.

  “You may want to go back to the Champagne room dude. If I know Starr, she is changing into a nice evening gown, and changing hairstyles. Here, have another one on the house. The other girls will continue to hound you as long as you sit here.”

  Taking Randy’s advice, Thorne strolled over to the booth, wishing Starr would hurry up. Taking a swig of scotch, Thorne lit a cigarette, thinking of the survival of his clan. Females were scarce, and many of the males fought amongst themselves in an effort to gain human mates. Unfortunately, it was rare for a human to survive the bite of a werewolf. Thorne hoped it would not be the case with Starr. There was so much more to her, there had to be for him to sense her from another state. Thorne inhaled deeply, knowing Starr was approaching. Her scent caused him to lose his head.

  “Hello, how are you?” asked a soft, but stern voice. She was a vision, indeed. Her long black shoulder length hair was pinned up into an exotic style, allowing some pieces to fall to her shoulders. Her rich, dark brown skin appeared flawless under the lights of the room, and that black form-fitting evening gown was classy, yet revealing.

  “I’m good, darling, how are you?” Thorne asked, standing to greet her.

  “I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, I just had to get all that candle wax off my body,” Starr said shyly. “Randy said a few of the girls were bothering you. Some of the girls can be so catty.”

  “Hey, I was good. I knew what I wanted, I sent them packing. Of course, I tipped them for their troubles.” Thorne grinned, flashing his white teeth.

  “You’re quite the gentleman,” Starr said, not understanding why she felt the way she did in the presence of this man. “What’s your name,” she asked, trying to clear her head.

  “I’m Thorne Cloudfeather.”

  “I take it you’re not from around here. I detect a Southern drawl,” Starr exclaimed, sipping on her champagne.

  “I’m from Louisiana.” Thorne said dryly, taking another swig of scotch, and extinguishing his cigarette. Sitting back on the sofa, he eyed Starr up and down, allowing his imagination to run wild.

  “You’re turn.” He coaxed.

  “What do you mean? I’m Starr. Randy was your bartender. I’m sure he has already told you my name.”

  “No, what’s your real name?” Thorne asked, in a stern voice, penetrating her soul with his gaze.

  “Starr,” she insisted, avoiding looking into his eyes, nervously drinking the champagne. “What does it matter to you,” she asked. “You buy me a champagne bottle, and now you think you own me?” She asked, anger rising within her voice.

  “Wow, take it easy Starr,” Thorne laughed. “There is no need for hostility; I think you’ve been cooped up too long in this hole in the wall. Come on, leave with me tonight. A woman like you should not be in a place like this.”

  “Are you crazy? I’m not allowed to leave with customers,” Starr laughed.

  “Oh, only the ones that pay you well enough?” Thorne asked, anger permeating from his eyes. “How much of the money do you actually receive? I would figure, by the time you tip the bouncers, doorman, and the bartenders, would it even be worth your effort?”

  “I don’t think this is working out,” Starr said, throwing her hands in the air as she turned around to exit the champagne room. Thorne grabbed her wrist, pulling her to him, pressing himself against her, staring deep into her eyes.

  “You aren’t going anywhere,” Thorne whispered in her ear, pressing his body tightly against hers. There were those eyes again, mesmerizing, soul searching. Thorne grabbed her hair, and roughly inserted his tongue between her lips, exploring her tongue. Moisture pooling between her thighs, Starr sucked his tongue greedily, moans escaping her lips as she slid her hand to his swollen cock. Purposely, she bit his lower lip. A low growl forming deep in his throat, he broke the connection, staring deep into her seductive eyes, still holding a handful of her hair.

  Nostrils flaring, he wrapped his hand around her neck, gently tugging her hair. Thorne planted a kiss on her cheek, tracing a trail with his tongue down to her neck, leading Starr to believe her skin was on fire. Nibbling at her neck, Thorne left his mark without Starr noticing. She was too busy, lost in the throes of heated lust.

  Picking her up, Thorne sat Starr on the small sofa, while continuing to nibble at her neck. Slowly, he pulled the top of her strapless evening gown down, revealing full, luscious breasts. Groaning, Thorne gently rolled the perky dark nipples between his fingertips, as he strayed from her neck, to her succulent lips once more.

  Drunk with her scent, Thorne drifted from her lips to her breasts, sucking hard on her nipples, while caressing her full breasts with his hands. Gently, he nipped at her breasts with his teeth. Her female scent was driving him mad. With one hand, he forcefully hiked up her evening gown, revealing a black lace garter and thong.

  Spreading her mouth-watering thighs and properly positioning himself between them, he yanked on her thong. Gently, he pushed her down against the arm of the sofa, sliding his hand from her breasts, to the flatness of her stomach, down towards the apex of her inner thighs. Her heat, attacked his flesh, as did the moisture between her thighs, causing Thorne to swallow hard.

  Inhaling her scent deeply, as though his life depended upon it, he gently pulled the material between her pussy lips agitating her already sensitive clitoris. Satisfaction engulfed him as he watched the dancer gyrate her hips, throwing her head back in ecstasy as she played with her breasts. Her liquid heat glistened on her pussy lips and inner thighs, inviting him, causing a large thirst to build within Thorne. He needed to taste her, burying his face between her thighs was what he craved immediately. His tongue twitched at the very thought of tunneling deep within her pussy.

  “This must go,” he demanded, in a deep husky voice, wrapping the side of her thong around his middle finger.

  “Either you remove them, or I’ll rip them off you, with my teeth,” he warned. Excited, Starr, spread her legs for him, egging Thorne on in carrying out his threat. Eagerly, she reached down towards her pussy, stroking her clit through the lacy material. In one fluid motion, Thorne bent down, ripping the flimsy material with his teeth as he had threatened.

  Gyrating, Starr reveled in the fact that she was exposed, vulnerable to this awesome, dangerous man. She arched her back as he played with her, exploring her mound, finding her sensitive spots, making her flesh ache with his touch. She bit her lip as he ran his thumb against her engorged clit, eventually pinching it, stopping abruptly as he ran his fingers over her slit.

  Sensing her need, Thorne continued to manipulate her body, pressing against the opening of her pussy, making her think he would slid a finger or two in, eventually faking her out, leaving her frustrated as he explored the softness of her thighs. Her clit, sticking up, demanding his tongue, however, Thorne wanted her to ride the brink of an orgasm, allowing that mounting pleasure deep within her to build, as high as it could, denying her release. When she finally came, she would come all over his face, and in his mouth. His tongue burned with the thought.

  Staring at Starr with such intensity, he slipped his thumb into her pussy, causing her to arch her back, crying out. She was so fucking wet, and seemed to become even wetter each time h
e fucked her with his thumb. At the same time, Thorne tortured her as he lightly rubbed her clitoris with the index finger of his other hand. Eventually, his middle finger took the place of his thumb, as he lowered his head down between her legs.

  Gasping at seeing Thorne’s face so close to her soaked pussy, Starr tried lifting her hips off the couch to meet his teasing tongue, which possessed a gold stud.

  “Please,” she gurgled, surrendering herself to him.

  “Please, what?” Thorne asked, continuing the sweet assault with his fingers on her pussy. Teasingly, his tongue slowly snaked past his lips, almost touching Starr’s clit, showing off the small gold stud…

  “Eat me Thorne, please,” she cried out, lifting her hips off the couch once more in an effort to feel his tongue on her swollen flesh. Bending down, he kissed the aching folds, licking his lips as he pulled his head away from her. Starr let out a tortured moan, as she tried in vain to roll to the side.

  “I’ll do more than eat you, I’ll devour you,” Thorne threatened, plunging his tongue deep into her pussy, her moans like music to his ears. Spreading her thighs further apart, he assaulted every inch of her pussy with his thick, hot tongue. The gold stud provided her with as much pleasure as his tongue and teeth.

  Thorne said he would devour her, and he kept his promise. He greedily licked and slurped at her pussy, sucking up every drop of her sweet nectar as he could. He slid his hands underneath her ass, squeezing the voluptuous cheeks. Abruptly stopping, and hearing Starr curse like a sailor, he pulled himself up onto his knees long enough to undo his leather pants, his cock springing forth as though it had a life of its own.

  “Condom,” Starr said in a dry voice.

  Thorne dug into his back pocket, pulling out a large gold foil. Tearing the condom from its wrapper, Thorne rolled it down the length of his cock before sitting down on the couch.

  “Ride me!” he demanded, glaring at Starr with such intensity, she thought she would come on the spot.

  Impaling herself on his thick, long cock, Starr let out a wounded cry. She avoided his gaze, but Thorne eventually turned her head back towards his gaze, forcing her to look into his penetrable eyes while she wrapped her thighs around his muscular build. Standing up, Thorne pressed her back against the wall, pumping into Starr with a mighty force, rocking her body hard and fast, while she screamed out with cries of ecstasy.