Cursed Wolf

Heather swam through her Monday morning, finding herself at her first class as if she’d been in a dream. The night before with Thorne had been life-changing, mind-altering, absolutely amazing. She couldn’t get him out of her mind and had to remind herself a dozen times to focus on what was in front of her.

After her first class, she grabbed a cup of coffee and went to her office to check her messages. While she was there, she opened the messages on her phone and reread her last conversation with Thorne.

She bit her l!p and tapped on the message bar. “Been thinking about you all morning,” she typed out.

She watched the bubbles indicating he was typing. “Can’t get you out of my head. Can we meet up?”

Heather felt heat in her cheeks and touched her face with a smirk. She covered her mouth, wanting to blow off her next two classes to go spend quality time with Thorne between the sheets.

She let out a long sigh. She couldn’t let this interfere with her life. She had a job, responsibilities to her family. She had to keep it together and not let her desire for him get too far under her skin.

“I can’t today. But I want to see you again soon.”

“Tonight?”

She laughed—he was persistent. But the truth was, if she didn’t have a job or a child that depended on her, she’d already be at his house and in his arms.

“Tomorrow at lunch,” she typed. “I’ll meet you at your house.”

“Deal. Don’t wear any panties.”

Heather gasped and giggled, shaking her head. He was naughty. She wasn’t going to come to work without panties, but she had a few ideas about how she might show up to Thorne’s house.

A plan began to form in her mind. When she looked up, she realized she was going to be late for her next class.

The rest of the day went by as if in a haze. All she wanted was Thorne, to have him in her life, in her bed, in her heart. She wanted to give him everything.

She couldn’t believe what a difference one night with him had made, but she couldn’t help it. Maybe this was her biggest downfall, letting herself fall for a man who made her feel so good. It had happened with Maggie’s father.

But with Thorne, it was a thousand times more. She wanted to open up her flesh and give him her heart and soul. She wanted to give her body up to him like a pledge or a prayer. The way he had k!ssed her l!ps, svcked her cl!t. The feeling of his fingers on her flesh, inside her, all around her. She could die in his arms.

On the way over to the daycare/preschool on campus, she had to pull herself out of her fantasy. The late afternoon glare shone down on the pavement, reflecting in her eyes. After the long Alaskan winter, spring was welcome in Selkie. The sky was pale blue with just a hint of faint clouds on the horizon. She opened the front door of the daycare and was greeted by one of the student teachers who immediately recognized her as Maggie’s mother.

“The kids are on the reading mat.”

“Thank you, Claudia.”

Heather walked through an archway into the main room of the preschool and found Maggie sitting with the other children on the floor.

Heather walked across the room and sat with her daughter as she listened to the end of the story. She greeted the teacher and helped Maggie into her coat.

Outside, the air had grown colder and the sunlight glowed gold against the brick and wood siding of the campus buildings. She helped Maggie into her car seat and started the drive back home. She watched her daughter in the backseat, wondering if she was making the right choice for her.

She had to introduce Thorne to her daughter. It was time for them to meet. They were two of the three most important people in her life now. She had to know what they were like together. Would they get along? Would Maggie be afraid of him? Would Thorne accept her as his daughter?Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

All these thoughts played through her mind as she stopped at a red light.

“Mommy met someone special,” she said, catching Maggie’s eye through the rear-view mirror.

“A new friend for Mommy? Your boyfriend?”

Heather’s mouth dropped and Maggie giggled, covering her mouth.

“Are you going to marry him?”

“Uhm. I was hoping you could meet before anything like that happens.”

“Really! I want to meet Mommy’s boyfriend.” She clapped her hands together, laughing again.

“I’m glad you’re excited about it.”

“You need to get married so I can have a baby brother.”

“Right…”

Heather pulled into her driveway, flummoxed by the conversation she’d just had with her four-year-old.

“You want a baby brother?” Heather asked Maggie as she held the door for her to walk inside.

“Yes! I can teach him to read and to sing. I’ll teach him how to count to ten. But he can’t use my markers. Those aren’t for babies.”

“There’s no baby yet, Maggie,” Heather laughed, her hand on her h!p.

“What is your boyfriend’s name?”

“Thorne.”

“Like on a rose? That’s funny.”

“It suits him.”

“What is he like?”

“Very handsome. Tall. Kind of amazing in every way. He’s had a lot of struggles, and he’s made his way through them with a great deal of grace.”

“You should marry him,” Maggie said, sagely.

“Let’s get you washed up for dinner,” Heather said, not wanting to talk about it anymore. “Maybe you can meet him this weekend.”

“Yay!”

Heather helped Maggie get washed up in the bathroom, and she had her help set the table while she was cooking dinner. As they sat down to eat together, she saw a new text from Thorne.

Her eyes went wide, her cheeks burned, she turned off her notifications, and put the phone on the counter. He’d texted her something very dirty. And she couldn’t have her mind in a s*xy place while eating dinner with her child.

She ate her chicken and rice while chatting with Maggie about her day at preschool. She’d be entering kindergarten next year, and Heather was confident her spunky little girl would be ready. She was so proud of her it made her heart swell.

After dinner, she watched kids’ TV with Maggie while she read over some papers. Then it was time to give Maggie a bath and read her to sleep.

When Heather retreated into her bedroom for the night, she opened the book she’d been reading. She’d been so turned on, she hadn’t even gotten a chance to discuss it with Thorne. He’d said he’d been reading it, and it made her even more excited to see him again.

Heather nodded off while reading and the book fell with a thud onto her lap, waking her up. She put the book on the bedside table, turned off her lamp, and snuggled down into bed.

All she could think about that night was Thorne. He was in every dream. He was in between every thought.

When she woke up, she’d just been watching him plunge his d!ck inside her in a very hot dream. She couldn’t wait for lunch to come around.

She dressed in a long, wool pencil skirt and a matching blazer. It was more formal than what she usually wore, but not completely out of character. She’d worn this exact outfit at least twice this semester. She paired it with riding boots with a slight heel. She wore lace panties and a matching br*a under a fitted white button-up.

She was ready for her naughty encounter with Thorne. Gran didn’t even comment on the extra attention she’d paid to her hair and makeup when Heather dropped Maggie off at her house.

She was focused and on point for her first class. At lunch, she was the first to leave the class. After a brief stop in the bathroom to take off her panties, she shoved them in her pocket and hurried over to Thorne’s house.

She was at his door, waiting for him to answer moments later. His door swung open, and his eyes bored into her. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her inside, closing the door after them.

She pulled her white lace panties out of her purse, holding them with one finger.

“No panties.”

He rumbled, and grabbed her as*s, pinning her against the door. He thrust his tongue into her ready mouth, and they melted into each other. Her back pressed against the door and his c0ck pressed against her stomach.

He squeezed her as*s, pulling the skirt up her legs, inch by inch. His hot tongue darted in and out of her mouth. Her skirt crept up over her h!ps. Thorne pushed his hand between her open legs, gripping her pvssy. She gr0aned. She’d been waiting all day for this. He slid a finger inside her and pressed her cl!t with his palm.

Thorne k!ssed down her ch3st and she unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her lacy white br*a. He svcked her n!pples through the thin lace, stroking his finger deeper into her pvssy.

He unzipped her skirt and it fell onto the floor.

“Go sit down and take off your shirt.”

She walked across the room, the heels of her boots clicking on the floor. She draped her white shirt over the couch and took a seat, spreading her legs as he knelt between them.

He spread them wide, gazing at her body in the streaming sunlight. He ran his hands up her thighs and his tongue up her slit.

“You’re so perfect.”

He k!ssed her cl!t and licked her opening. He lapped at her flesh, from as*s to cl!t, teasing and tormenting her. She mewled and begged for more. He tore her br*a down over her bre*asts and svcked them while he tickled her cl!t.

“I want to svck you,” she said. “I want to taste it.”

Thorne sat back, his eyes widening. He stood to his full height of six foot five and tore off his black t-shirt before dropping his pants and underwear. He stepped out of his clothes and walked toward her.

His c0ck was so massive she had to use two hands to encircle him. He ran his hands through her hair, petting her as she stroked him.

She looked up into his face, his expression intense. He watched her every move, taking everything in with that penetrating stare.

She flicked her tongue over his tip, and he shuddered. Heather loved seeing him like this: burning with desire for her while she held his life in her hands. She had total control of him. She could give him pleasure. Make him come. She could hurt him. And he would let her.

She svcked the tip of his d!ck into her mouth. It was almost too much for her. She’d had him inside her just the other night. It was hard to imagine how he’d fit.

She stroked him with two hands while she took him deeper into her throat. The scent of him enveloped her senses. He was all around her, deep inside her. She m0aned as she svcked him, loving every second of it. She picked up her speed, feeling his growing desire as she moved with him.

He pulled back and popped out of her mouth with a gasp. She looked up at him, her face wet, her n!pples as tight as rivets.