SIW Nick Whelan 05

Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles: Dominic Saint Ives - Whelan

Chapter Five: Passion and Revelations.

Waking up slowly, Fran noticed she was draped over a warm, hard body. The muscled chest was slightly going up and down, breathing. Opening her eyes just a little, she saw she wasn't in the living room and taking a peak upwards, Fran concluded Nick probably carried her over to his bed.

Her one leg was comfortably tucked up between his legs, her knee resting just under his impressive crotch. Fran's arm lay relaxed over his taut stomach. During the night the sheets got pushed back, just covering their legs.

Opening her eyes completely now, she took the opportunity to give Nick a thorough once over. Looking up at his face, it was relaxed, a few laugh  lines showing next to his eyes. His mouth was opened just a little bit. Hesitantly she brought up her hand and tenderly stroked his lower lip.

She trailed further down to his muscled neck, brushing his collarbone. Her hand flat on his upper chest now, Fran's caress' became more bolder. Nick still didn't respond to her explorations, so she kept up her adventurous exploitations of his sculpted torso. When trailing her hand over his stomach, his six-pack was very noticeable and with one finger Fran went over each light bump it showed.

Smiling inwardly she felt some stirring against her leg that was still tucked up between Nick's legs. Looking up at him, she took in his features. He had a light stubble and when she put her own cheek on his, it was nice feeling it brush against her own. He still didn't gave a sign of waking up, which made her become even bolder with her touches.

Moving back a bit, she let her eyes roam his face, still relaxed from being asleep. Fran saw he a small scar running at his temple, just under his hair line. Softly she trailed it with her finger, going over his jaw down to his neck.

There she saw some black markings. Didn't notice these before. Could he have a tattoo on his back? she wondered. One by one she touched the three small stripes, following them as far back as possible. Removing her hand she then bend down and planted a kiss on each end. Loving his smell, she kept up the little kisses and moved to his collar bone.

Laying her head on his chest, she heard his heart beating like a fast drum, looking up she was surprised a bit, he didn't give one sign of being awake. The passion filled look in his dark brown eyes told her otherwise.

"Don't stop now, love, I'm not complaining," Nick reassured her.

A blush quickly crept up her face, making her even more beautiful in his eyes. Bringing up a hand, he gently touched her cheeks.

He had been wide awake from the second he felt Fran move next to him. Biting back moan after moan as he felt her touching him, Nick knew he wouldn't stop what she was doing, it felt too good. His dress pants felt like they were two sizes too small by the time he felt her kiss his neck.

When he watched her face as she looked up to him, he felt his possessiveness rise to the surface, no way anything would come between him and the luscious brunette in his bed right now. Grabbing her waist, he moved her under him in one swift move and firmly planted his lips on hers. He was in no state of mind to take no for an answer, the past two days finally catching up with his patience.

Deepening the kiss, Nick explored the depths of her warm mouth, battling her tongue for more access. Realizing he was nearly loosing his restraint, he broke of the kiss, leaned back and let his head rest on her chest. Hearing her heartbeat, he listened to it for a few seconds.

Sitting on his knees, he shifted and raised himself. Having a nice view in front of him, Nick let his hands brush along her arms until he was able to take hold of her hands. Raising them both to his chest, he pressed them over his racing heart.

Looking at her blushed face, eyes slightly parted, her lips swollen from his ravenous kiss, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.

"I didn't mean to-," she started saying, stopped by Nick, who put a finger on her lips.

"Honey, whatever you were doing, I liked, no, I loved every second of it. Never hold back, ever. You didn't wake me, but help me God, if we go on now I will not be able stop. This is your one change to back away," Nick told her.

One of her hands that was pressed against his chest, moved up and grabbed his neck, pulling herself up a little.

"I'm sorry, Nick," she started, seeing the look chance on Nick's face, anticipating her refusal, "I'm afraid that if we stop now, I will not be held accountable for what I might do to you.

Fran giggled when she heard his held in breath escape his lungs. Nick scooped her up and planted her on his lap, her legs wrapping themselves around his waist.

"Why you little tease! You almost gave me a heart attack there," he told her before he captured her lips again.

This time his kiss wasn't so rushed and he relished the feeling of having her sit on his lap. Although his arousal was aching to be released, he kept up his slow torment on her lips.

Grabbing her hair he softly pulled her head back, giving himself more access to her neck. He lingered with his kisses and nibbles right on the spot where he, at some point later on, would bite her. He tried to undo the top of her dress, his big hands battling the tiny buttons at the base of her neck.

"You got to help me here, because I don't want to ruin this dress, but if it's not gone quickly..." he whispered urgently in her ear.

Leaning back, she smoothly undid the two little buttons which were holding the thin pieces of fabric together. Now loose, she held the front of the dark red garment, but Nick pried away her hands. Taking hold of the front, he pushed it downwards, brushing against a nipple while doing so.

Hugging her again, he brought her back to him, pressing their bare chests together. Cradling her neck, he bent his head to kiss her again, taking things slow this time. He licked over her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, a quick kiss, that almost seemed to be more of a swift brushing of his lips, on the corner of her mouth, then repeating the same with her upper lip. Only then did he cover her mouth to begin his earlier caress again.

It wasn't long before soft moans were heard in the room, coming from both Nick and Fran.

Sitting comfortably on his lap, her legs still wrapped around him, Fran let her hands trail over his spine, slowly going down, then up again. She felt him shiver and she repeated the same caress until she felt him bending them down.

Lying on her back, Nick got up again, breaking the sweet contact of their lips once again. Resting his hands on her waist for a few brief seconds, he then slowly moved them upwards, cupping her breasts and squeezing them, all this time not taking his eyes off hers, he wanted to drown in the passion he saw reflected in the dark pools which gazed back at him.

Fran's hands covered his, pressing them more firmly against her bosom, her thighs squeezing his waist while she tried to move against him. Scooting a bit closer, Nick prevented her from getting what she wanted, knowing he wouldn't let her have the upper hand in their love making just yet.

Pinching her taut nipples, he saw her biting her lip and failing to hold back her moans. Remembering how she reacted the day before, he knew she liked both gentle touches and more firm, harder ones. Yesterday he had built up the tension, going from gentle to rough.

A devilish smile crept on his face when he suddenly pinched a puckered up nipple and bend down swiftly to take the other one in his warm mouth and sucking gently on it. Fran let out a startled gasp at the different treatments he gave each nipple and arched her back up to him, offering

them to Nick, she wanted more of what he was doing.

Her hands fisted his hair, pushing him closer to her, he was tormenting her, being rough on one nipple and tender with the other, it was driving her insane. She never could have imagine they were that sensitive, but yesterday rectified that, resulting in her having the most intense orgasm in ages.

Right now Nick was teasing her relentlessly and finally he switched around, making the torment even harder. She tried to move against him but he had her pinned to the bed and all she could do is let him have his way. Grabbing his hair even tighter, she tried to pull him back.

"I need more," she breathlessly told him. "Nick, please, more," she pleaded again.

Still he didn't give up his assault on her nipples and breasts. After a few more blissful moments he put his hands besides her shoulders, slowly looked up at her, his eyes dark with passion and a golden glow around the dark brown of his iris'. Mesmerized she gazed in them and the next second he slanted his lips over hers.

If she thought their previous kisses were hot, passionate and breathtaking, then this one belonged in a totally different class. He was letting her know that he wanted her and her alone. His big hands tangled in her hair, then cupped the back of her head. Keeping up his relentless attack, he started making a possessive trail over her face, with each kiss he became a bit more gentle. By the time he reached her neck, she could only tip back her head and moan at the things he was doing to her and letting her feel.

Suddenly he moved back completely, grabbed her and turned her around, so she was on her hands and knees. Taking in the sight in front of him, Nick did his best to hold back an appreciative howl. One hand trailed her spine and gently brushed over the butterfly she had at the base of it.

He gripped the tiny zipper and opened the rest of her dress and helped it slide down her legs, then lifting one and then the other, he removed the red garment. What was left was the most sexy woman he'd encountered in ages, sitting on her hands and knees on his bed in dressed nothing but a tiny red thong, so tiny it was not even worth the name.

Placing his hands on her buttocks, Nick squeezed them firmly, getting a soft moan as response. Stretching his larger frame over hers, he nuzzled her neck, fighting back the urge to nip her. Cupping her breasts, he pulled her up against him and sat them up, both now sitting on their knees.

Fran put one hand in his neck holding him close to her and she felt his hand moving down. Teasingly he followed the outline of her thong, first the top part, then the sides that disappeared between her thighs. He could feel the heat coming from her moist dark pussy, her scent becoming harder and harder to resist.

She could feel his hand covering her mound and massaging it, not making an attempt to penetrate her. His one arm still holding her close to him, he covered one breast and seemed to absentmindedly play with her nipple, keeping her constantly longing for more.

Slowly he started to explore her wet folds, one finger pulling at the tiny fabric that should resemble her underwear. Stroking her outer folds, he felt her moisture, making his intrusion go more smoother. He followed the outsides in a circular motion, deliberately avoiding her clit and wet slit.

Undergoing this sweet torment, she pushed into his groin, rewarding her with a low growl from Nick. The bulge in his pants prove he was as aroused as she was. Fran tried to bring her free arm behind her, but he blocked her move and intensified his passionate caresses.

"Dammit, Nick, I want to touch you too!" she tried in vain.

"Soon, my sweet, soon. But first I want you to cum all over my hand, I want you to let go and trust me. All I want you to do right now is concentrate on yourself. Let yourself fly, honey, I'll catch you, I promise," he coaxed her.

He intensified his touches between her spread legs and started to gently molest her clit, drawing little circles around it with his thumb, his others fingers keeping up a steady but firm pressure on her slick folds.

Feeling her tremble, he deepened his touches and slowly slid one finger inside her warmth depths. Nick let out a satisfied groan, feeling her tight passageway hug his finger. Snugly he kept it inside of her and just kept pressing it deeper while he held up his strokes around her clit, which he still hadn't touched directly.

He let a second finger slip in, gently forcing it to join the other one embedded deep inside of her. Damn she's tight! I can't wait to be inside of her, he thought and was aware he had to put in enough time to prepare her before he could really enter her, for he knew he was a bit larger than the average male.

Feeling her loosen up a bit after a few strokes he pushed in a third finger. He heard Fran's breathing becoming more labored, her bosom rising faster, her hand literally gripping his hair tightly.

"Nick," she panted, "Please, just let me come."

Turning her head to him, she pulled him to her and captured his lips and kissed him feverish, hoping it would entice him to give her what she wanted faster.

Only giving into her kiss momentarily he broke it off.

"Oh no you little vixen, don't try and temp me or I will make it even harder. I told you to concentrate on yourself," he told her huskily, "Now, do you trust me?" he asked, while he started to move faster inside of her, her honey making it easier which each stroke.

"Yes," she managed to say in between moans of pleasure.

"When I tell you to bend over, do just that and enjoy," he explained, "Trust me and all will be fine," he coaxed her even further.

She had no idea how much effort it was taking from him trying to hold back, he just wanted to plunge in his hard throbbing manhood and claim her, that craving growing harder and harder to resist. Still he was relentless and wanted to put her needs above his own for now, knowing if things went well he would have her soon enough.

Stepping up his efforts again, he started to play with her nipple again, pinching it, pulling, twisting it, each tormenting caress making her whimper with pleasure. At the same time he started pumping his fingers faster inside of her tight canal.

In between strokes he gently tried if he could insert a fourth digit, knowing if she could endure that, it would make their lovemaking later on  more pleasurable, knowing she would have no problem accommodating him. He heard her panting at the extra finger trying to get access, but Fran surprised him, she pushed back, as if she wanted to be filled even more.

It aroused him even more, knowing she was seeking this so passionately. Finally he moved his thumbs over her clit, just keeping it there like a constant push, the pressure only building up bit by bit every time he slid his fingers inside of her moist core. Listening to her whimpers and moans and the scent she was emitting he knew she was close to orgasm.

"Are you ready to cum yet, love?" he whispered in her ear.

"Nick, please, you're tormenting me," she managed to blurt out between her constant moans.

"Remember, trust me and do as I say, when I say and I'll promise you you'll get everything you want, love," he pushed her on even further.

Leaning into her, he gently started to move her upper body forward and with his legs he pushed hers further apart than they already were, making it harder for her to stay upright. The thrusting of his fingers now took on a frantic pace as he plunged them into her wet core, faster and faster he went, pushing harder on her clit.

"Bend down, now!" he ordered her, pushing at her back at the same time.

He removed his fingers, quickly sat back and tore the flimsy fabric that resembled her thong from her body. Moving down rapidly, he locked his mouth over her quivering mound, lapping up her sweet dew. Feeling her push back against his tongue, he retreated it and moved a bit lower, covering her clit. Firmly, but gently, he pried it out of her protective hood and licked it hastily, resulting in even more louder moans from Fran.

Suddenly he sucked hard on her clit and when he felt the little knob in his mouth, he callously licked it, dividing his focus between the two activities. When he felt her tremble, he bit down, hard enough to let her fall over the edge she had been balancing on for the past  tortuous minutes.

"OH MY GOD!" she yelled out, then reverting back to silent whimpers, clutching the pillow below her. She was shaking all over and the only reason she didn't completely fell flat on the bed was Nick holding her thighs firmly. Finally her shaking became less violent and she felt him release her clit, that freed sensation made her quiver with a rebuilding desire for more.

Panting heavily, she was aware he hadn't stopped yet and was now gently exploring her outer folds. He licked them gently, lapping up her sweet honey and not wanting to waste a drop he tenderly probed his tongue inside, coaxing out every drop of her sweet honey she had to give till there was nothing left.

Satisfied that he'd lapped up everything, he released her thighs and slowly roamed her back, while he sat up behind her. Greedily he licked his lips, making sure he didn't leave a drop of her sweet essence behind. He was sure he would get addicted to her taste and would never get enough of drinking up her honey like release.

Feeling her relax more, he scooped her up and he lowered both of them on the bed, lying on their sides, she immediately cuddled up to him, a content sigh escaping from her lips.

"You relax for a few minutes, but don't think we are done yet," he whispered softly. Holding her tight against him, he pushed his pelvis forward, letting her feel that they definitely were not done. Playing with a few strands of her tussled hair, his mind was in overdrive.

She had no idea how deeply she affected him, touching a side of him he mostly kept buried deep inside of him, almost forgotten over all these lonely years. When he first reached adulthood, he spend many years crossing the country, even going overseas, in hope to find his mate, to make sure his bloodline would get passed on. After traveling for over 40 years, hiding his true identity as a were and as heir to a wealthy family business, he gave up and decided to go back home.

He stepped into the family company and worked his way up, his dad wanting him to know every layer of what they were about. He got trapped in the world of a workaholic. Only the last five years did he relent to Ed's, his brother, nagging and every week he spend one or two nights at his club. He acted as a security guard, he didn't need to make contact with the party goers and he could come and go as he pleased, though he usually stayed until closing time.

But that Friday night. Damn he thought, the one thing he never thought possible happened, he had felt like he was hit by a brick wall, that stunned he was at first when the feelings hit him head on. The events since then quickly passed by in his mind and he looked at the beauty in his arms, he couldn't believe his luck.

He felt his groin twitch, reminding him he wasn't done ravishing the exhausted woman in front of him.

Slowly Fran pushed herself up, her muscles still trembling lightly from the intense orgasm, turning towards Nick.

Probing a finger at his chest she said, "Someone in this room looks to be overdressed. Any idea on how we could rectify that?"

"I'm open for suggestions," he replied, turning on his back, he locked his eyes with hers.

"Hmmm, let me see what I can come up with," she responded to his hidden invitation.

Trailing her finger, she circled one nipple, then made a big loop and gave his other nipple the same attention. Continuing the slow trail she was creating on his chest, she moved her finger over each little bundle of muscles she encountered. Swirling around his belly button Fran bend down and very lightly she followed the same path her fingers made, this time using her lips and tongue, Nick doing his best to hold back some laughter at the tickling sensations it gave him.

Getting up, she started pulling at his belt, then slowly undid the button on his now very wrinkled black dress pants. Fran could clearly see the outline of his throbbing flesh and she felt the heat coming from it while she worked her way down, opening the zipper.

Moving back on the bed, she grabbed the back of the pants at knee height and pulled at them. Giving a helping hand Nick raised his hips and she was able to remove them in one swift move, leaving him just in his black boxers, which had a very hard job of containing his hard flesh.

Kneeling between in his legs, she bend over him, starting another path off tormenting caresses. Exploring his face and lips as if it was the first time she saw it, she didn't leave a spot untouched or forgotten. Moving to his neck, she was switching between kisses and soft nibbles, forcing Nick to groan excitedly. He almost howled when she nipped harder just at the spot she should be biting during a mating.

Traveling south she now was expertly licking and sucking his nipple, the other one begging for the same attention. His arms went up to grab her waist, in order to flip her under him, but she countered his attack.

"No, Nick, this is my round, so lay back and enjoy. Don't make me tie you up," she mischievously added.

"Is that a promise?" he replied biting back another groan, unaccustomed to giving up control.

Giving a sly wink, she continued her explorations. By the time she reached his boxers, Nick resulted in clasping the pillow beneath his head, just to keep himself from dragging her up and taking over.

A small hand was softly placed over his throbbing cock and traced the outlines through his black underwear, which were almost unable to hold it all inside. Giving it a gentle squeeze Fran then moved her hands to his sides, slipping a few fingers in his boxers and, as she had done with his pants, tugged at them, all though a bit more careful this time.

Raising his hips again, she pulled at his boxers, carefully pulling the sides a bit and lifting the front, exposing his member to her. Nick saw the surprise in Fran's eyes when she took in what she just revealed. Oh my, I'm going to have fun with this fine example she thought, taking in the hard throbbing prove of his desire for her.

Looking up she noticed he was watching her every move from under slightly closed eye lids, his clenching jaw and tight lips pressed together, prove of his inner battle to let her have her way. Refocusing her view back below her, she took hold of his member, which was velvety soft but rock hard, the pulsing veins making their way up his shaft, leading to his mushroom like head, a small drop of pre-cum sitting on top.

Leaning down Fran's tongue lapped up his juice, tasting him for the first time. His salty taste made her want to have more of the same, as a result  she opened her mouth and lowered her head a bit more and covered the top of his pulsing rod. First twirling her tongue around the top, she then started to leisurely bob up and down, making him wet with her saliva, then started moving a bit faster and intensifying the sucking. One hand was holding the base of his shaft and pumping him in the same rhythm her mouth was pleasuring him.

"Fran," she heard him whisper, "Aargh, you have to stop," letting out some panting breaths, "I'm so close," he hissed, "I want to cum inside you, Fran, please!" he pleaded. It only made her step up her ministrations and feeling the little twitches, she knew he was close.

Releasing the pillow, he grabbed her shoulders and before she knew it, he had her pulled up and under him in no time, their heads touching, Nick panting heavily and Fran looking up at him.

"Damn you woman, you're going to be the death of me if you keep that up," he told her. His lips descended on hers in a feverish kiss, asking immediate access to her warm mouth. She felt him pressed closely to her, his member lying snuggly between in the valley of her thighs.

Moving his hand to her hot core and finding it still dripping wet he asked her, "Are you ready?" Fran nodded in affirmation and spread her legs a bit more.

Grabbing his cock, he trailed it over her wet slit teasingly, but being so close himself he stopped that sweet torment and slowly pushed in the tip. Nick had to wait a few second before pushing in a bit more, even though he knew she was able to take him and knew she was wet, she still was incredibly tight and he was afraid he'd hurt her if he pushed in too fast.

Rocking back and forth, he felt her starting to react and took that as a clue to push in a bit more. He heard Fran taking in a sharp breath and looked at her face for any signs of discomfort. She had her eyes shut tightly and was biting on her lower lip.

Placing one elbow next to her, he grabbed her leg under her knee, moving  it up, making his entry a little bit easier on her. Slowly he started to push inside her again, biting back a moan and the urge to just plunge in completely. After a few more gentle moves he finally found himself wholly surrounded, her inner muscles twitching around him.

Keeping himself completely still, he let Fran get accustomed to his hot flesh that was buried deep inside of her. Waiting for her, he slowly rocked against her, not really pulling out, but just building up the pressure a little.

Finally Nick felt her respond, only then did he repositioned her. Bringing up her other leg up, he held both to his chest and when he lifted them slightly, it helped him move up in a kneeling position, her butt resting snuggly on his slightly parted thighs.

This angle made it easier for him to control his wolf, for he was sure he would want to pin her and he didn't want to push her, not this soon. So he had to make sure when his knot grew, he held back a little. Normally it wouldn't be a problem holding it down, but he was fully aware that his wolf was so close to the surface he couldn't take any chances of freaking her out before he told her.

One arm steadying her legs, he brought his other one down, flat on her stomach. Slowly he started to rock again, pulling out just a little bit, then back in. Grasping for his hand, Fran pulled it down towards her aching clit. Taking in the view in front of him, he was curious what she'd do and she didn't disappoint him.

Covering his hand, she guided him to where she wanted his hand to be, her fingers intertwined with his, she started playing with her clit, avoiding it first, tormenting herself. Bit by bit he started to pull back more and teasingly slow sliding back in, at the same time taking over her ministrations, going straight for her little nubbin, pressing it each time he pushed back deep.

He could feel her tremble, close to orgasm, but he kept up his slow pace, the only way he was able to hold on to the little control he had left. For him she was perfect, pure bliss. She tried to move her hips against him, but he held her still.

"Nick, please," she pleaded, "Don't tease me now."

"Trust me, I'm not teasing you, I just don't want it to be over," he replied passionately.

The tension was building up fast in her pussy, even though Nick kept up his slow torment. He pulled back, just leaving in the tip of his cock, flicked her clit, then plunged in again. It seemed like ages to her and by now she was whimpering, moaning and groaning, urging him to go faster. Looking at his face and she noticed the tight clinching in his cheeks, she knew he was getting close. Her hot, wet canal was getting tighter, closing in for another orgasm.

Fran heard his muffled curse. Dropping her legs, he moved over her again, grasping her shoulders and he started fucking her harder and faster, the tingling sensations creeping up and down her spine. Locking her legs around his waist again she felt him touch her so deep inside where no other had been before.

His thrusts were getting more frantic by the second. Burying his face against her shoulder, he fought his urge to mate her, his wolf pushing his limits again. Faster and faster he went and hearing her moans, he could howl out his pleasure. Feeling his own release getting ready to erupt, he started to push really deep.

Moving one hand between them, he started rubbing her little nubbin, helping her along. Feeling his knot growing, he tried his best to control his wolf, with the last bit of control left in him he made sure he didn't push in completely. It didn't take long for Fran to start singing her blissful mantra when another orgasm washed over her.

Riding through her orgasm Nick kept up his fast movements, the last waves of her orgasm pulling him over the same edge. With every hard push, he released his seed deep inside of her, coating her inner walls, mixing with her own juices. He rested his head on her shoulder, quivering from the last spasms of his own release.

Carefully he removed himself, planting little kisses on her closed eyes, nose, cheeks and neck. Lying next to her, he embraced her, snuggling up close. He listened to her heartbeat, her breathing, he smelled her, the mix of their juices. His senses were getting overloaded.

Fran, I hope you can accept what I am. I wish I could share with you how I feel right now.

Fran moved next to him, she turned around and nuzzled his neck, tempting him with kisses and licks.

"Hmmm," she mumbled, "I could stay like this for the rest of the day."

Stroking her hair, he moved it out of her face and looked down on her.

"We could, but I think at one point our appetite won't agree," getting his courage together he went on, "Besides, there is something I need to talk to you about."

"Oh, what about?" she asked.

"It's kind of important. Let's hit the shower first, then I'll sort us some breakfast and we'll talk then. Deal?" he answered.

"Ok," she said, an uneasy feeling creeping up inside of her. Putting on a brave face, she got up and followed Nick to his bathroom.

Unable to take her eyes of him, she saw him move about, placing towels nearby for easy access. His nakedness didn't bother him at all, which allowed her to inspect the impressive tattoo he had on his back, starting from one shoulder, she saw a wolf covering his whole back. It looked like the wolf was hugging him with his front paws, one hovering on his shoulder and the other paw on his ribs.

Enthralled by the beauty she let go of the uneasiness and stepped up closer and trailed the outlines of his tattoo. It was an exquisite piece of art, the detail in it was phenomenal. Feeling her touch, he stood still, he felt her exploring his back and figured out what she was doing. He never had second thoughts about his tattoo, it was part of him, who he was and represented, it was passed on from Alpha to Alpha and one day he'd hoped he would be able to pass it on to his son or daughter when the time was right.

Looking over his shoulder, he saw her almost hypnotic look.

"Like what you see?" he tried to get her attention.

"It's beautiful," she replied, "It must have taken a long time to have it done?"

"It was bearable, but worth it. I would have it done again in a heartbeat," he answered, "If you want to know more about it, I'll gladly tell you more later, but right now I hear a shower calling out to us."

Stepping in he pulled her with him. Placing them under the warm flow of the water he bend down and captured her lips in a sweet kiss. Blindly reaching behind her, he grabbed a bar of soap and started lathering her up, starting at her shoulders, working his way down her back, he paid a bit longer attention to her luscious bum.

Getting down on his knees, he then washed her legs. Turning her around, he then did the same to her front, spending much more time then was really needed. He caught her scent again when he was washing her upper thighs.

"Nick!" she yelped when she felt him kiss her hips. With every kiss he placed on her he moved closer to her center, spreading her legs a little he stepped up his ministration and his tongue reached out to lick her clit.

Gently he pushed her back against the shower wall, he felt one of her hands drop on his shoulder, the other one burying itself in his hair. Feeling her tremble with anticipation, he lifted a hand and softly followed her outer pussy lips, still a bit swollen from their earlier lovemaking. Moving from one side to the other he traced her opening before he pushed in one digit.

Wanting more access to her hot core, he placed one of her legs on his shoulder. With more room now Nick started to lick, deciding he would give her a little of his wolf, he let his tongue transform a little, making it longer and more agile. Making sure he face was close, he removed his finger and replaced it with his canine tongue.

Unaware of the change Fran could only concentrate on her feelings, it didn't matter what he did, he only had to touch her to get her wet and longing. Dear lord, what is he doing down there? she thought while she gripped his head with both hands now, pushing him even closer to her then he already was.

Resting her head against the wall, there wasn't much she could do, but if he kept up whatever he was doing to her pussy, she would soon be a trembling mess at his feet. As if he could read her mind, he steadied her with placing one big hand under one of her breasts, cupping it at the same time. Taking advantage of that move he let his thumb and index finger play with her rock hard nipple, making her squeal in pleasure.

Pushing his tongue deeper, he licked her insides and moved in and out as if he were fucking her slowly, his thumb was resting on her clit and was  flicking it rapidly now, coaxing her faster to her release. He didn't have to wait long and when he felt her tighten up around his tongue, he kept moving it, trying to give her much pleasure as he could.

After a while he felt her relax again and he gently removed his tongue, lapping up every drop he came across, sucking in her pussy lips he made sure to leave nothing behind. Transforming his tongue back to human shape, he then kissed her inner thighs and slowly made a path of kisses, traveling upwards.

When he reached her breast he couldn't resist taking a nipple in his mouth and giving it some attention. He could feel Fran tugging at his hair, but he didn't give in, instead he moved to the nipple's twin and repeated his actions, resulting in another series of moans escaping from her mouth.

Covering the last distance he then ravished that delicious mouth, never getting enough of her taste. Nick felt one of her hands traveling south, but he grabbed it before she could touch him. He wanted her too, but he  needed to tell first, only then would he allow himself to feel pleasure by her hands again, knowing it was because she accepted what he was.

"Later," he told her, releasing her reluctantly, "Let's finish washing ourselves. Breakfast after.

"You better hold yourself to that," she said, pouting her lips, "Turn around, then I'll do your back, before I change my mind."

Starting from his shoulders she bathed him, she could feel the tension in his muscles, not to mention the knots, making a mental note to massage them away at some point later on. Reaching his butt she couldn't resist giving it a firm squeeze, rewarding her with a warning look from Nick.

Squatting down, she quickly washed his legs, then grabbed his waist and motioned him to turn around. Nick looked down on her, squatted before him, the warm water cascading on her face, when she looked up to him, her eyes filled with desire for the man in front of her.

A man who was at ease with himself, who didn't hesitate to put her needs before his own, a man who lusted after her and wasn't afraid to take what he wanted. But she could also see something else in his eyes, the same look her daddy always had for her mother. Could it be? she wondered, it can't be love, not this soon, can't it?

Breaking their gaze, she looked at the exquisite view in front of her. His manhood was standing up proud, she could see him twitch. Bringing up her hands, she tried to grasp it, but again Nick was quick to stop her.

"Fran, you have no idea how much I want you to do that, but if you do we won't make it out of my room for the rest of the day," he explained his action.

"And what is wrong with that?" she countered, winking mischievously.

"There is nothing wrong with that, but one big thing."

"We've got one big thing right in front of us, so what could be wrong with that?" she coaxed.

"That big thing won't get as hungry as the rest attached to it," he replied. His stomach making itself known at just the right time, validating his comment.

Chuckling lightly, she slowly got up and poked his taut six-pack.

"Let's get you washed up then and find you some food," she teased.

Quickly he grabbed the bar of soap from her hands and washed his chest, making sure the little vixen in front of him wouldn't try to seduce him even more. Rinsing himself off, he turned of the tabs and lead her out of the cubicle. Grabbing one of the large towels, he lovingly put one around her, then grabbed the other one and dried himself.

Wrapping the towel around his waist, he walked back into his room and put on a pair of black sweat pants he grabbed from his dresser. Tossing a few pieces of clothing aside, he found a pair of shorts and he also took one of his tighter fitting shirts and brought the garments over to the bathroom, where Fran stood in front of the mirror. Towel tucked tightly around her chest and making a feeble attempt in sorting her long brown locks.

"I grabbed some clothes for you, sweetheart. If you take a look in one of the drawers you may find a few combs, I think they may be of better use then your fingers," he said "I'll go to the kitchen already and start on breakfast."

"Thanks Nick, I'll be there in a few," she replied, gratefully accepting the clothes he put on the bathroom sink.

Silently he stalked out of the room and made his way to the kitchen. Nick started up the coffee machine first, then turned on the oven and placed a frying pan on the stove. Even though he was a workaholic, breakfast was one of the few things he loved spending time on.

Being a wolf, his kind had a bigger appetite then a mere human, and all though they craved a lot for meat, even in their human form, they didn't shy away from all other foods. You could call them true Burgundies, loving all sorts of cuisine from all over the world, their senses making all meals a feast on their own.

Not sure What Fran preferred he decided to make a bit of everything. Putting some thick slices of bacon on the oven tray and placed them inside the oven. In a large bowl he started to make some batter for a few of those delicious American pancakes. In between baking those he got some fresh forest fruits out of the fridge and mixed them lightly in another bowl, he then placed it on the counter, ready for use.

Then he took out another frying pan and let it heat up, while he then whipped up some eggs, mixed with a few fresh herbs. Finishing the scrambled eggs, he divided them over two plates and set them on the counter as well. Grabbing some bread, he tossed a few slices in the toaster, hoping they would pop up golden brown.

Having finished baking the pancakes, he also placed them on his kitchen counter and then set to the task of getting the rest ready, putting two empty plates and mugs next to the deliciously smelling food. He poured the hot black liquid in a trendy chrome coffee pot and set it next to the plates together with a mini milk container and a small bowl filled with some sugar cubes.

Stepping back, he looked at his handy work and nodded, agreeing with himself he did a nice job. Catching the smell of the bacon, he realized he had to take the crispy baked meat out of the oven. Turning of the oven, he placed the oven tray on top of the stove, they could take a few pieces straight from the tray if needed.

Unaware to Nick, Fran leaned against the door frame, taking in the methodical but relaxed way, he cooked and put things ready. Shaking her head lightly, he kept on surprising her. Trying not to disturb him, she slowly made her way towards the counter.

Looking over it, she saw him bend over, his ass very clearly outlined in the loose sweat pants he was wearing, taking out a tray from the oven. She liked the idea of just skipping breakfast and heading back to the bedroom, but seeing he stopped her twice, she had to, silently, agree that nourishment was needed.

She cleared her throat when she saw him get up again and stretch out his arm, every muscle moving and twitching. He spun around quickly, a surprised look on his face.

"I didn't hear you come in, but please, take a seat and help yourself. Do you want coffee?" he asked pointing at the chrome coffee pot, "Or do you prefer some OJ? I have a few bottles in the fridge."

"Some coffee would be super," she answered, "I didn't know you were such a kitchen prince. I could get used to this."

She didn't notice the brief look of pure longing washing over his face, while she put little pieces of everything on her plate. However she did notice, once she was done filling her own plate, that when he filled his plate, there wasn't much room left.

"I see you weren't joking, that would last me three days," she stated.

"Hey, I'm a big boy, I need it to keep up with a certain little vixen," he winked then attacked his plate.

They worked through their breakfast in, by now, familiar comfortable silence. Once done, they got up and Fran wanted to help clear up but Nick didn't want to have any of it.

"You just go to the living room, I'll be right there, it doesn't take long to put everything in the dishwasher," he reassured her, gently pushing her towards the door, before turning back to the dirty dishes.

He just bought himself another few minutes to recollect his thoughts and still tried to figure out how to tell her. After he filled the dishwasher and had it started up he knew he couldn't stall much longer. Unsure on how to start he decided on winging it, see how her reaction was and take things from there, where ever they may lead them.

Expecting her to sit on the couch, he looked around the room, finding her in front of one of the larger windows. Stepping up behind her, he embraced her gently, resting his chin on her shoulder. She felt so right in his arms, their bodies making a perfect match standing so close together.

"Come, let's sit down, then I can try and explain what I wanted to talk about with you," he started. Grasping her hand, he led her to the large couch. She followed, giving him a curious look.

"Let me start with asking you a few questions, but I want an honest answer on each one, even if it may seem I don't agree, I want your true opinion. That ok with you?" he went on after they sat down.

"I can do that," she answered, "But what is all this about?"

"It's complicated. Let me ask you this first, how much truth do you think

a legend holds? For example Merlin, the wizard," he asked, knowing that Merlin was indeed all the legends claimed him to be, but what the legend didn't tell was that the wizard was an Ancient, a being able to take on any form he or she wished and had an almost unlimited power and control over all things nature.

It was his knowledge of nature and how to use it to his advantage that brought Merlin into the position he was in back then. These days Merlin stayed of the radar, but was in close contact with all non-human leaders all over the world, Nick being one of them.

"Hmmm, I don't know really, there's been so much about him. I'm convinced the person existed, but if he really was a wizard, I don't know, don't think so," she replied honestly. She was starting to wonder where all of this would lead to.

"What if I tell you those legends hold more truth then you thought?" he went on.

"More truth? How do you mean?" she countered his question with her own.

"What if I would say witches and wizards actually do exist?"

"I'd say that isn't true. I know some claim to be, like all those Wicca groups you see popping up, but if they actually do something, I highly doubt it," she answered vividly.

"Now what would you say if I claim vampires, shape shifters and werewolves exist as well?" he anxiously inquired.

Not sure what to make of his questions she looked at him curiously, he had to have a good reason to ask her these things. She saw the hopeful glance in his eyes and something inside of her clicked. Not knowing what it was yet, she felt a tugging in her heart.

"Honestly I would say they don't exist, but I do think over time a lot of things happened that made some people believe they do. Just look at things that happened in those days, people that disappeared without a trace, corpses found, half chewed up. I'm sure there would be a reasonable explanation to those things if they would have the same means we have today to investigate," she concluded.

"Maybe what was told back then was actually the truth. Vampires going on wild raids throughout the small villages, draining everything they get set their fangs into," he stated.

She looked at him, a very serious face eyed her cautiously.

"That's just myth and legend, Nick. It can't be true," she retorted.

"I can prove it is true."

"Prove what, that vampires exist? We don't have such kind of massacres these day and age. That Merlin still lives?" she asked in disbelief.

"I could give that old bastard a call if it would help, I'm sure he'd be willing to pay a visit," he responded, biting back a laugh, he knew Merlin would be over in a heartbeat. "But I can prove it in another way that some of those things do exist."

She looked at him with surprise in her eyes, trying to regain the little sense left inside of her.

"And how exactly are you going to do that?" she inquired.

"Do you trust me? Know that I will never hurt you, ever?" he asked in a firm tone.

Did she trust him? she thought.

"Yes, I do."

"Ok, just wait and see then," he told.

Knowing the time of truth was there, he stepped away from the couch. Glad he was only wearing the sweat pants he only had to remove that one piece of clothing before he let his wolf emerge. Bones cracked and snapped into new positions, his nose grew longer, his ears pointier. Black fur sprouting all over his body.

Only a few seconds passed while his transformation completed itself. He never lost eye contact, wanting to be sure she wouldn't freak out. He could see her eyes spread open, her lips making a perfect "O".

She sat there silently, in shock from what she had seen happening right in front of her. Where once Nick stood, now sat a large big black wolf, his eyes locked with hers. She still recognized those eyes, they were the only things that hadn't changed, the only things that right now kept her from screaming, remembering Nick's words, that he would never hurt her.

"How is this... I don't believe it..." blinking her eyes, the black wolf calmly sat there, "Nick?" she asked hesitantly, getting a small nod in return.

Slowly he lowered himself onto his belly and bit by bit he crawled over to Fran, not wanting to startle or scare her. He acted as submissive as he could, which was a first, specially to him, but too much was at stake here, so he had to use all he had available to him. He had reached the other side of the couch she was sitting on and he carefully got up a little and laid his head on the sofa, gazing up at her.

Bit by bit he moved closer, relieved he saw that the initial shock was almost gone from her face, a certain curiosity taking its place. Encouraged by her change he moved in closer, crawling onto the sofa. With her seated in one corner, he now occupied the rest of the couch. But he just lay there now, his head resting on his front paws, his eyes quickly traveling up and down her body, noticing she was relaxing a bit more.

Nick let out a whimper, hoping he could temp her to touch him. He needed her to take the next step, to acknowledge what he was, he was craving for her touch. Placing his trust into her, he closed his eyes and waited patiently.

Fran still couldn't believe what just happened in front of her. First there was Nick, the next moment a big wolf. Trying to recollect her thought, she kept looking. Without realizing it she found the wolf next to her on the couch. She only had to reach out her hand and she could touch him.

She saw that Nick had his eyes closed and just lay calmly next to her as if he were waiting for her to take the next step. Hesitantly she reached out and touched the top of his snout with one finger. He leisurely opened one eye and tipped his snout, as if to stay to touch him higher up.

Feeling a bit braver she placed her hand on top of his head now, slowly gliding to the sides. His fur was incredibly soft, she expected it to be  more rougher. Getting more confidence she now started to pat him and scratch behind his ears, not really sure if it was a nice thing to do or insulting, but hearing feint whimpers she assumed it was a good thing.

Nudging her hand, Nick slid a little closer, enough to rest his head on her lap. He couldn't believe how calm she stayed. Her caresses now extended to cover his shoulders and side. Rhythmically she kept stroking him and the buildup tension from the last two days left his yearning body.

They stayed like that for a while, Fran gently stroking him or scratching him softly behind his ears. Nick just enjoying every little touch, happy that she clearly accepted what had happened in front of her. His mind went whirling again, he still had to tell her the mating part. Five more minutes he thought then I'll have to tell the rest.

"So let me guess, you could actually call Merlin then?" he heard her say, feeling her body shake a little.

Unwillingly he sat up so he could look at her. Not a trace of fear or apprehension on her face, just a little bit of disbelief, but she was taking to this all remarkably well. Knowing he couldn't answer her in wolf form he had to change back. It only took him a few seconds and in all his masculine glory he went to the other side of the room to pick up his pants and put them back on.

When he turned around he saw a nice pink blush on her cheeks. She must have checked him out then, letting the laughter out.

"You may have to get used to that, we can't shift with clothes on, we would have a very huge dressing bill then. As for Merlin, you're right, I could call him. He just doesn't like to be out in the open, he doesn't want another exposure as in the olden days," he told.

Walking back up to Fran, he sat down next to her and cupped her face, locking their eyes again.

"Fran, do you have any clue how happy you just made me?" he said in a serious tone.

"Just give me a few more minutes to let it all sink in. It's not every day you get told the myths and legends are more fact then people make them to be."

"Sweetheart, that's perfectly fine. I'm just happy you didn't freak out on me, I don't know what I would have done then. You're too important to me," he explained, the last part bringing a puzzled look on Fran's face.

"Important? How so?" she asked.

"It's not that I reveal myself to just anybody, love. You're special to me and I had no clue whatsoever how you would react, but I had to take the chance. For my own sanity," he started, "Do you know a little about how a wolf pack works?"

"Hmmm, I know there is mostly one in charge and that they live in groups, but can't say I know much more," she answered.

"You're correct in both things. I am the Alpha of this pack and the rest of the house and surroundings are occupied by the rest. Think we live here with about 60 pack members."

"That many?" she said her eyes growing a little wider.

"He he, we blend in and we do our share in the community. We have a few younglings as well and the triplets. They were born two years ago so they're very playful still," he told, a smile appearing on his face when he thought back at the three little daredevils, they sure brought some live to the compound, that was for sure.

"But there is another thing you need to know about us wolves," he went on, "Wolves are promiscuous beings until they find their mate. After that they only have eyes for their partner for the rest of their lives, their bonding is for life."

"How do they know if someone is their mate? I don't think a little jouster appears on the scene with bells and whistles," she added.

"Our wolf knows it instinctively, it's very hard to control our wolf then. But it gets a little bit easier when we talk a bit of sense into them," he replied, "That way we don't jump our mates the second we set eyes on them."

"It would look rather strange if one would see that happening," she chuckled.

"I was lucky though, I only had to rescue mine," he revealed.

"Rescue?" she asked. He kept looking at her and finally it dawned on her, "No way. That can't be."

"You better believe it. You're my match, if you had any idea how hard it was for me to control myself," he said, lightly shaking his head.

"Seriously?" she asked again.

"As serious as you can get, sweetheart," he replied.

He picked her up and planted her on his lap, he was done holding back.

"You're mine and I intend to prove that every way possible. It took me so long to find a mate that I gave up on the idea ever finding her. I've roamed the world for about 40 years, hoping to find her. Then I went back home and gave up the hope. Some years later I took over the company and I became a true workaholic. Until Friday night," he told, "The minute you set a foot inside the club I was bombarded, my wolf going into overdrive. If I had smelled wolf on you I probably would have kidnapped you right there and then," he admitted.

"Rewind a little bit, forty years? How old does that make you?" she wanted to know.

"I'm 175 years old," he revealed.

"Holy crap!" she said, quickly covering her mouth.

"Our kind ages slower than humans. We heal faster, we don't get sick and most importantly, we have a very healthy sex drive."

Nick saw her blush reappearing and he couldn't hold back his desire any longer. Capturing her lips, he put all he had to give in that kiss, his desire, his tenderness, his possessiveness, his soul and his love. Only releasing her to take in much more needed air, he continued kissing her.

Somewhere during that kiss he had managed to turn her on his lap so she was now straddling him. His hands finding her luscious bum he pulled her closer to him, nestling his hard rod in the fold of her thigh.

"Fran, I need you, sweetheart. I need to know you'll be mine. Will you let me show you how good we can be together? I promise I won't bind us, but I need you to know how things could be between us. Will you let me?" he pleaded.

Her mind was still spinning from all the information she had just learned but she knew she could trust him, he obviously trusted her enough to reveal all the things he had. It was all a bit mind blowing but it also made some sense, she had felt a deeper connection between them so many times.

Frankly who wouldn't get used to the attentions of such a gorgeous man like Nick? If she understood him correct, finding a mate was one of the most important things to him, who was she to deny him that? Seeing the unsaid love in his eyes, she made up her mind, deep down she knew she loved him and he would never hurt her.

"Show me, Nick, show me and let me feel what it's like," she let him know. "I know I still need to learn more about what you are and I'll need time to adjust, but it feels right in here," placing his hand over her heart, "That's all I need to know. I closed myself off for so many years and it took you less than two days to break down all my walls. So if you'll have me, I'm yours and yours alone, but give me a little time to adjust to it. It's all so overwhelming."

He couldn't talk, for the first time in his life he was so overjoyed he couldn't get out one single word. Nick pulled her real close, his heart racing like a madman. Finally regaining some senses he managed to say a few words.

"Knowing you'll be mine is enough for me now. Not having to hide anymore means a lot. I love you so much Fran," the last words not being a real surprise, he still was amazed at how easy he said them, how right they felt.

"And I you" ,she whispered softly, her head buried  in the crook of his neck.

Holding her tight, he got up and walked back to his room, the scent of their earlier lovemaking adding to their current state of arousal.