Wolf's Obsession Page 2

  Each stroke Thorne inflicted upon her left her weak, and trembling. Continuing to slide his cock in and out of her wet pussy, Thorne growled loudly, nipping at her neck, nostrils flaring, sensing the build up of her orgasm. His release was not far behind hers. Screaming, Starr’s muscles contracted around Thorne’s cock, as he continued thrusting inside her, riding her to his own completion.

  Starr’s orgasm rocked her body, as another wave of pleasure closely followed, Thorne still rocking her body against the wall, his body shaking, he eventually came, throwing his head back, gritting his teeth, growling as his cock twitched violently inside her. Eventually, he collapsed against Starr, his breathing, uncontrollable for a few moments, as he gently dropped her legs to the floor.

  Zipping his pants, Thorne retrieved his pack of cigarettes and lit two, offering one to Starr, who accepted with much appreciation, grabbing the carafe of champagne, and sitting down next to Thorne.

  “I swear, I really need to cut back on these things,” she murmured.

  “Don’t tell me, you only smoke when you drink.” Thorne said, holding Starr’s gaze with his mysterious dark eyes.

  “Well, yeah she said, basically. When I’m home, I’m a totally different person.” Starr said, lowering her eyes from his glare.

  “Hmmm, Thorne studied, you appear to be much more shy when alone, however, on the stage, you are outgoing.” Thorne analyzed before extinguishing his cigarette.

  “I’m only expressing myself on stage Thorne.” Starr confessed. “I never get too fucked up from drinking. I’m not trying to fall off the stage and crack my head open in front of everyone. You know, that actually happened here.” She claimed.

  “What are you doing here?” asked Thorne. “Do you have family?”

  “Yes, I have family, but not really close to them, you know?” Starr said, sipping her champagne. “Why do you look at me like that Thorne?” she shuddered.

  “In what way do you speak of?” Thorne chuckled, flashing his white teeth.

  “The way you’re looking at me now.” Starr exclaimed.

  Thorne caressed her cheek with the palm of his hand, planting a passionate kiss upon her lips again, as he extinguished her cigarette.

  “Come with me to New Orleans,” he murmured. “This town…is not for you,” he confessed, almost giving away his secrets of the night.

  “Now, why would I run away to New Orleans with you?” She asked jokingly.

  “Because, you know in your heart that is what you desire.” Thorne stated freely, staring into the depths of her eyes once again.

  Starr’s head began to spin, unsure if it were from the champagne, or from staring into those piercing brown eyes of Thorne’s. Easing herself back into the sofa, she held her head.

  “You don’t have to finish this,” Thorne insisted, taking the carafe of champagne from her, setting the carafe on the small table. “Leave with me Starr, now.” Thorne tried convincing her.

  “Thorne, I have to work!” she insisted. “I’m right in the middle of my shift, and I make pretty damn good money here! I have bills, you know.”

  “Fine!” Thorne exhaled sharply. “How much to take you out of here?” he inquired. “I’m not letting you go, only to have someone else snatch you away from me, like last night!” Starr could sense the rising anger within his voice.

  “So, you entertain couples?” he grinned slyly, becoming aroused at the very thought of another woman going down on Starr’s pussy. In some clans, it was acceptable for two males to claim one female. Thorne, the alpha male of his pack would never allow another male to claim his mate, however, the thought of sharing her with another female made his cock throb. Truth be told, Thorne probably would be too greedy to share his woman with anyone.

  “How much would it be to take you out of here? I want you with me tonight,” Thorne growled in a low voice, sliding his hand underneath her evening gown. His touch sent sensual currents of electricity through her body. Every nerve within made her body ache for his touch. Her nipples became aroused, and her pussy began to salivate.

  Equally, Thorne developed a raging hard-on once again. Once more, the wolf howled for its freedom. It required much self-control for him not to mount her again. He sought seclusion for his mate. It would also allow him to search her body for the mark he thought she possessed.

  “Haven’t you had your fill of me Thorne?” Starr asked, wanting to vex the dangerous man. For some strange reason, she wanted to live on the edge, wanted to experience more of the same sexual excitement she experienced earlier. The man was hot, and possessed mad skills. His hands, tongue, and cock made her climb the walls in many ways.

  Grabbing a handful of her hair, Thorne pulled her head back, nibbling on her neck, running his tongue from below her earlobe, down to her clavicle. Starr felt as though she would over heat. Never quite feeling such intensity from someone just touching her, she grabbed hold of his arm, sinking her nails into his flesh. Growling, Thorne nipped Starr’s neck, sliding his hand towards her wet heat. Allowing his fingers to slip into her flesh, he moaned, and then nipped her neck. Starr gyrated her hips, moaning softly.

  “Ummm, slick with want,” Thorne growled, as he softly manipulated her clit with his finger, bathing it in Starr’s hot juices. Stopping, he stuck his finger in his mouth, sucking on it. She thought his eyes to be brown, lately they glowed golden brown, almost yellow. Perhaps she drank too much tonight, and should slow down.

  “Go get your belongings, now.” Thorne commanded. “I plan to make the necessary arrangements at the bar. I’m staying at a hotel across town. Starr stood up, smoothing her wrinkled gown, looking Thorne in the eyes, losing herself in them once again.

  “I’ll be waiting for you at the front of the bar,” Thorne said, not allowing her to leave before he kissed her for what seemed like an eternity.

  “Give me fifteen minutes; I will be out to meet you.” She said.

  “Hurry, don’t keep me waiting,” Thorne said, slapping Starr on her voluptuous rear-end.

  * * * *

  Starr hurried quickly to the dressing room, at the opposite end of the bar. A tall, sinister, but good-looking man approached her, wanting to buy her a drink. He had black shoulder length hair with red streaks. His eyes appeared to glow within the darkness of the club. Something awakened within Starr. Instinct leading her to believe this man was the epitome of evil, and she would be destroyed forever if he ever had his chance to get her alone.

  “I’m sorry, I’m with someone,” Starr said breathlessly.

  “Perhaps I can take his place,” the strange man suggested, raising a brow at her. His temper slowly rising. As he looked into her eyes, Starr became unaware of her surroundings. Feeling as though she were caught in an endless tunnel, her mind suddenly was not her own. A picture of the man consuming her naked flesh as she lie beneath him invaded her mind. She was his plaything, he, her master. She would bend to his every desire, his every whim. He would use her as he saw fit, sharing her with others. The feeling of prickly heat danced over every inch of her skin, moisture beaded her pussy, and her breathing intensified.

  “Starr!” Thorne’s voice snapped her out of the control the man had upon her. She knew the man controlled her, wanted her. He would simply add her to his collection of “toys,” nothing more.

  “Raphael!” Thorne spat venomously, standing between Starr and the sinister stranger. “Get the fuck away from her, now!” Thorne growled, ready to pounce upon the man.

  ‘Well Thorne, what brings you to this city?” Raphael asked in a sarcastic tone.

  “None of your business, vampire!” Thorne spat, slightly pushing wide-eyed Starr to the side. She just did not hear Thorne call the man a vampire!

  “Is she your new mate, my friend?” Raphael grinned. “She hardly seems to be your type, after all Thorne, she is a whore! I thought you were better than that.” The vampire laughed.

  “Watch your mouth Raphael, lest I break our pact and rip your fucking head off at this very moment
in time!”

  Enraged, Starr made her way from behind Thorne, cursing at the top of her lungs,

  “Who are you calling a whore, asshole!” she spat.

  “You will pay for your rudeness. I will tear you apart from the inside out, you little bitch!” he spat, cursing her. Hatred etched upon his face, Thorne closed in on Raphael, but the man vanished in the blink of an eye.

  “What was that all about? Was that a friend of yours?” Starr asked, rolling her eyes. “You know, I’m not going anywhere with you. For all I know, I could be found in a dumpster somewhere tomorrow.”

  “You will come with me Starr, Thorne insisted. “Your life depends on it now, and I’m the only one who can keep you safe from harm.”

  “Yeah, right! What kind of harm are you speaking of?” she scolded, turning on her heel to retreat to the dressing room. Grabbing her arm, Thorne pulled her to him.

  “I’m dead serious Starr; you need to come with me.” Trying to convince her she was in danger was like pulling teeth. A part of him wanted to sling her over his shoulders, carrying her out as she kicked and screamed.

  “Starr, are you having problems with this man? Clint, the bouncer asked. Starr looked up at Thorne, and then glanced over at Clint. Deep down inside, something was screaming at her to stay close to Thorne. If not, she would never see the light of day; she knew this deep in her heart.

  “No Clint, I’m fine. He actually saved me from that asshole that was here a few moments ago. He was the one who started the trouble. I tried telling him I was with someone else, but he refused to listen. I’m so sorry about this. I hope we didn’t cause any trouble.”

  A drunken dancer who looked to be in her forties grabbed Starr by her hand, saying, “Nest time, kick em in the balls!” raising her glass in a toast, nearly falling off her bar stool. “Honey, you can’t let these men push you round, like you’rre their property or somthin,” the woman slurred.

  “Jeanette, I think you’ve had more than your fair share of Jack and Coke tonight.” Randy said, snatching the glass from the woman. “Now see, Clint will have to drive you home again tonight!”

  “Come on Starr, get dressed and let me pay you out! Don’t keep this gentleman waiting any longer, get the hell out of here girl!” insisted Randy. “You take good care of her man,” Randy said. “Don’t make me hunt you down and kick your ass!”

  Thorne shot Randy a chilling glance, making the hair stand erect on the back of the bartender’s neck. Thorne whipped out his wallet, and laid ten one hundred dollar bills on the bar. Afterwards, he gave Randy a large tip, just so he would be able to accompany Starr into the dressing room, in case Raphael decided to materialize while she dressed.

  The women were ruthless. While Thorne waited for Starr to dress, breasts were unleashed, as were thongs. Thorne, turned off by their behavior, cringed at the sight of them under the bright lights. A few even tried to convince Starr to have Thorne by them out as well, just to make easy money and have the rest of the night off.

  “Come on Starr, why don’t you cut us in on some of the action!” Claudia coaxed. “Remember, when I pulled you in on one of my customers last week?”

  “Claudia, this is totally different situation, so kindly back the fuck off!” Starr demanded, throwing on a long classy dress, not bothering to put on any thongs. She was actually pissed at Claudia, not because she wanted payback for helping Starr to make money, but she actually viewed Thorne as “hers.”

  “Well, aren’t we being greedy Starr! You remember the next time I pull you in on a good customer!”

  “Hey Claudia, I didn’t ask for you to do that. There have been many times when I pulled you in on my customers, so the way I see it, we are even! Now, this conversation is over!” Pissed off, Claudia stormed to the other side of the dressing room.

  She found herself wanting to rip out throats of the ones who approached him, trying to cop a feel to his cock or ass. Who could blame them, after all, he was packed tightly packed in those leather pants, leaving nothing to the imagination.

  Sensing Starr’s jealousy, Thorne shot the other women “a look.” There was no need for communication. He could be a threat to anyone, when he wanted. As with Randy, the cold stare sent chills down their spines. Pleased in knowing how willing Starr was to kick ass for him caused a slight grin to form upon his face. There was no doubt in his mind she felt the same intensity towards him as he did her.

  Once outside, Starr began asking questions. The strange aura hanging over the town permeated Thorne’s senses. Scanning the area, he could sense the presence of the vampire, watching their every move. The streets were crowded, but it did not matter. Vampires moved swiftly amongst humans in the most crowded parts of cities.

  “Alright Thorne, talk to me!” Starr demanded. “How do you know that man that was here earlier? Are you taking me to him, is this some kind of plan you two have in order to have sex with you both?” Thorne picked up his pace, aggravated by Starr’s words.

  “Damn it Thorne, slow down!” she called out.

  “Wow, you are really paranoid Starr,” Thorne growled. She had succeeded in making him want to throttle her. He spun around, allowing her to see his yellowish eyes, damn near scaring the living hell out of her.

  “What the hell was that?” She asked, trying to catch a glimpse of his eyes again. “What are you Thorne, and why did you call that man, Raphael a vampire?” Starr demanded. “Thorne, what the hell is going on here? Thorne! Answer me damn it! Starr demanded impatiently.

  Continuing to ignore her, Thorne grabbed her wrist, trying to hurry her. He would deal with her later within the confinement of the hotel room. She had a mouth on her that required discipline in the most seductive ways. The thought of blindfolding, gagging, and binding her seemed like a very good idea now.

  Approaching Thorne’s rental car, he quickly ushered her in from the driver’s side, slipping into the leather seat once he was certain she was safe from harm. Starting the car, Thorne seized an opportunity to dart out into traffic.

  “I’m sure you know there was something strange about him.” Thorne insisted. “You continue to deny the truth in spite of what you saw with your very own eyes. Tell me how you felt, and I’ll say you’re crazy for ignoring the truth Starr. As for me, what do you think I am?”

  Starr studied the man, a sinking feeling developing in her stomach. Something was not right about the sinister man who made the hair on the back of her neck stand at attention. Something definitely was not right about Thorne. He had a similar effect upon Starr when staring into his eyes; however, Thorne was not evil. Thorne instigated arousal, something vaguely familiar about him. He was also a man of power and dominance, used to running things his way. She could tell, where he came from; he was someone of great importance.

  “Thorne, was that man a vampire?” Starr asked in a shaky voice. Her words alone evoked goose pimples upon her flesh. She stared out the window, waiting for his response to confirm she was not insane.

  “Yes, that was Raphael, leader of the vampire clan from my hometown of New Orleans.” Thorne said dryly. “Upon my arrival here, I did not sense a vampire for miles. I did sense a certain negative vibe, possibly, because vampires inhabit your city from time to time. He must have followed me here!” Thorne shook his head in disgust.

  “Now Thorne, what brings you here? Starr inquired. “Please be honest with me, I’m feeling like….

  Yes, I know what you are feeling Starr! Thorne growled. It is your instincts, warning you about Raphael. You knew he meant you harm in the club. Had you left, he would have destroyed you, forever!”

  “Why are you so interested in me Thorne? What are your plans for me?” Starr asked, her voice quivering with fear.

  “I’m not going to hurt you Starr; I’m here to protect you. You will need to stick by me, and listen to everything I tell you.” Thorne was grateful he had marked her; however, in doing so, Raphael took that as a challenge, an invitation.

  “I’m sensing something else
Thorne.” Starr pushed. “What are you? I know damn well you are not human. Are you a vampire too, or some sort of demon? She asked, holding her breath.

  “No, I’m a werewolf!” Thorne stated.

  “What?” Starr asked, scooting as close to the door as she could.

  “Starr, I’m not going to hurt you. Trust your instincts. Trust what happened in the club. I could have done anything to you in that champagne room. Think about it!” Thorne spoke sternly.

  “I’m sorry Thorne,” she confessed. “I thought something was up with you while on stage. You exude a certain aura about you. Damn Thorne, a werewolf?” She questioned, still not believing her ears.

  Exhaling sharply, Thorne arrived to the hotel, allowing the valet to park as opposed to utilizing the underground parking garage; it would be an open invitation to the vampires. Starr and Thorne walked through the lobby of the hotel, eventually reaching the elevators. On the ride up to the 12th floor, Starr stood close to Thorne, shaking. In an effort to comfort her, he placed his arm around her shoulder. The doors opened up, allowing them to enter an empty hallway. Carefully scanning his surroundings, Thorne could not sense a vampire anywhere within the vicinity.

  Finally reaching the room, Thorne and Starr entered, turning on the lights, and flopping on the bed after setting down Starr’s belongings.

  “What the hell are you carrying in that case?” Thorne asked wide-eyed. “I fear I could never tell you to travel light!”

  “I need these things!” Starr exclaimed. I have make-up, a change of clothing, and some shoes. I even have my outfits.”

  “I told you Starr, you won’t be returning to that club ever again. You wouldn’t be safe there anyway, and there are issues far more pressing, especially now!”