Date Night

It was time, and everything was just as it should be.

A few awkward weeks had passed since Vanessa and Reyes had passionate sex in the middle of the park just after a hunt. It stood as a revelation to them both about their feelings. Or, at least to Vanessa. Even though Reyes thought of her as an insufferable, stubborn brat, he seemed to have come to terms with wanting her a long time ago. It was just her turn to see the light. A fiery kiss and hard fucking set things straight. It was now the time to put the effort in, and Vanessa didn’t do anything half-assed.

The major hurdle to pass over was work. Mercenary work was incredibly busy if anyone wanted to get anywhere or make any sort of money. Never mind that the two of them were in entirely different guilds. It was hard to work out their schedules, but both of them were determined to make things work. ‘Not a one-time thing,’ they had decided. So ‘not a one-time thing’ it would be.

The two had managed to set aside a time to see each other. A date. Neither were quite ready to take things public, Vanessa knew—they were still testing out the waters, and that was hard to do with friends and family involved. They decided to keep things intimate. Either of their places would have to do instead. Vanessa had offered hers first. Her duplex was a wreck, as she wasn’t the most fastidious of people. She was a mean cook, though, and some part of her was excited to see if she could impress Reyes.

Vanessa had taken the entire day to clean her place thoroughly. That even included getting down on her knees to scrub some of the floors, so that was effort. Once they were shining, making dinner was just the easy part.

An arugula salad, which she’d grown herself, made a splash of healthy green beside a cheesy, melty macaroni and brie dish. Each complemented the pan-seared steak with rich red wine sauce, which would be finished off as Reyes arrived to make sure it hit the plate steaming hot. It was with expertise that she dodged and danced around the kitchen, tending to one thing or another. The smells were getting to her. Her mouth watered as the cheese broiled into an inviting crust and as the steak came to temperature in the sous vide bath.

In all honesty, Vanessa expected Reyes to be the type that appeared early, but it was just past eight o’clock, and she hadn’t seen head nor tail. There was nothing on her phone either. She decided that she was just being finicky, that she was anxious because she was on a date. She didn’t even know the last time that she’d been on a date, but with Reyes Monroe? This made her chuckle disbelievingly for the tenth time that day. Who would have guessed that she’d be dating the man after somewhat despising him for ages?

Her body flushed with heat, reminding her — did she really despise him, or did she pine after him unexpectedly?

Scrubbed clean home, sizzling dinner, and Vanessa still managed to find time to spruce up. Her long locks were done up in a bun with two strands out to frame either side of her pretty face. Makeup had been done, simple, which completely contrasted the bombshell red on her lips. A surplice neckline on her little black dress teased her décolletage, the eyes easily drawn to the sway of her curves. She sported a necklace of gold with a red gem dripping from its center.

As a hunter, she knew that silver didn’t hurt werewolves the way fairy tales suggested. It was generally disliked, however, as it could stunt healing. She knew that much. So she kept to the gold as a way of playing nice.

All in all, she realized she was excited to have a reason to play dress-up. It was rare that hunters even got the chance. Dating wasn’t something that any of them got to come by regularly. There was always work to be done, monsters to be killed, and rarely could they stand each other long enough to lie in bed next to one another.

This thing with Reyes Monroe was a long shot, but damn it if she wasn’t going to try.

It was as she was examining herself in the mirror that her doorbell rang. It was fifteen after eight. Though she chided herself for fussing, he had a lot of nerve. Late to their first date.

The standing of their relationship and its strangeness was still in the back of her head when Vanessa answered the door. That previous thought didn’t help steel her for the sight that she beheld. There stood her pain in the ass, her scoundrel, her man, and by all the Gods and Devils, did he look delicious. Tall and broad in all the right places, he was perfectly wrapped in clothes like a gift to her — and all men-loving peoples everywhere. Black slacks captured his long legs, and tucked into them was a white button-up shirt. Over it was a marbled grey vest and matching tie. His white hair was slicked back, his stubble neatly trimmed.

While Vanessa’s jaw had dropped and she’d taken the time to peruse him, she slowly realized that he’d been just as stunned. Those blue eyes had slid down her curves and back up, gliding along her sumptuous neck and the gold that caught the eye there. They pillaged the features of her face like a man starved, and landed on her inviting lips.

For the first time in a while, Vanessa felt sexy. Who wouldn’t? With such a perfect-looking thing as Reyes Monroe hungrily eyeing her up. She closed her mouth and leaned into her succubic blood, making sure to fill every inch of herself with confidence and sensuality. He seemed to suddenly catch her expression then, frozen stiff. Couldn’t move or talk if he wanted to.

Her lips quirked at the corners when she realized what was in his left hand. A comment about being late was stifled in her throat.

“Are those flowers?”

The question seemed to jolt Reyes from his frozen state, and he lifted the small bouquet to her. Men had brought gaudy displays to her before, despite all their well-intentions. Big, frantic arrangements of flowers that would do nothing but sit on her counter and die. Many women appreciated the gesture, but it just reminded her that she had little time for the poor things. But this — what was in Reyes’ hand was not that. It was minute, simple, beautiful, and… She took but a second to realize what they were.

“They’re oleanders…” She took the small bundle of them in her hands, the deadly white blossoms gleaming back. They were coated in a resin, making them glisten and shine. They mimicked the ones that were inked into her skin.

His fingers brushed the side of her face, trailing down her cheek. In that instant, he’d utterly captured her attention. “Beautiful. Lethal,” he murmured. His thumb tipped up her chin. He was getting closer, and her heart was racing. “Like you,” he whispered over her lips.

Vanessa could feel her breath tremble before she sealed her lips to his. It was warm and wanting, but she pulled back before either of them could think of frisky business while still in the hallway. “I really didn’t know how corny you were, Reyes,” she whispered back.

He seemed to take it in stride, mouth breaking into a charming, toothy grin. “You never really gave me the chance,” he bit back and straightened himself.

Well, that was a fair statement, wasn’t it? It had always been hard for Vanessa to push down walls. The more she’d found herself attracted to the rival hunter, the more walls she’d thrown up to defend herself. Her intensity, her true self, always led to more heartbreak than it was worth. He was stubborn, though. Stubborn like her.

“You're still late,” Vanessa tsked, and Reyes had the decency to look ashamed. “Come on, before dinner gets cold.” She ushered him inside with an indulgent crook of her finger. It was when she was closing the door behind him that she noticed a slight lag to his gait, one that wasn’t natural to his normal grace. She eyed him warily, but said nothing for now.

Dinner itself went smoothly, which was good, because she was anxiously awaiting his reaction to it. Vanessa couldn’t help but feel satisfied at Reyes’ raw hunger as the steak sizzled in the pan, giving it a delectable, seared finish. The first several moments were quiet, with only the soft sounds of their eating. The expression on Reyes’ face at his first bite of steak was much more inviting than it had any right to be. If she got her way, Vanessa would want to see it again and again and again.

Gods, she wasn’t even sure she was thinking about food anymore.

As the two slowed down in their eating, they began to talk. It was the little things that they didn’t know about each other. The things that they were determined to learn. Reyes had a lovely alley cat friend he liked to feed and who would sleep on his bed now and again. Vanessa shared that she used to have two dogs before they passed, and she hadn’t the heart to get another one since work picked up. She liked gardening; he liked painting watercolor. He had an entire pack as family; she had just a few very close friends. Her mother was a famous demon hunter, demon that she was, and he was an orphan taken in by the Lunegarde.

There were the undercurrents to the conversation, too. Reyes had a good sense of humor and the most devilish of grins. When he truly smiled, it was hard not to want to do anything to make him do it again. She couldn’t know that all he could think about was how easy it was to talk to her. Like this, right here, when her spiny facade slipped just a little, and she listened readily and opened herself to him. It was apparent that she was the type to let so few in, and all he wanted was to slip behind those walls.

And her damned lips were painfully irresistible.

A lapse in their conversation occurred. A pause, a quiet, while they gazed at each other. Reyes couldn’t help himself. He went in for the kill. His hand reached out, and he brushed his fingers against her cheek, trailing them softly down. His thumb pressed to her lower lip, making Vanessa part her mouth. He could feel the heat of her trembling breath prickle his flesh, and all Vanessa could think of was the way Reyes was looking at her.

“I want your perfect mouth all over me. I want to see what that shade of red looks like on my skin.”

Vanessa jolted, the sudden lascivious words coming from his mouth pouring heat right between her legs. He began to lean across the table.

Then she saw him wince in this movement. So scant, almost imperceptible, but she saw it. Tilting to the side, she saw red on the chair where his leg had been. “Reyes Monroe, are you injured?”

Reyes, who was nearly prepared to dive across the table to have this elusive little devil, cringed when he realized he’d been caught. It was bound to appear sooner or later, but he’d been hoping she’d be too consumed with passion to care. He’d completely underestimated her attention to detail.

Standing, Vanessa took one more look at the blood that had printed onto the chair. Then she took a stern look at him. “Strip.”

Reyes’ eyes widened for a second. “Moving on to dessert already?” When she wasn’t breaking, his gaze narrowed devilishly. “Yes, mistress,” he teased, before his hands got to work obeying.

Hiding her pleasure at the title, Vanessa retrieved what things she needed from the kitchen and returned. She made sure his vest, shirt, and pants were all gone, much as she had wanted to peel them from his body herself. Another time, she promised. There needed to be more times than just this.

There on his thigh, just beneath the edge of his boxer briefs, was an ugly cut and a paltry attempt at hiding it. She blinked. He must have decided to run a job before he’d come here, and this was the result. Poor bastard thought he could hide it from her. “That is some of the worst suturing I’ve ever seen.”

“Well damn, Vanessa, kick the dog while it’s down.”

“Is this why you were fifteen minutes late? Did you run a job the day of our first date? Why is it not healing?” She barraged him with questions, giving him a severe look.

Reyes was quick to shake his head, his hands pleading mercy. “I would never!” As Vanessa had him sit on the edge of her couch, leg stretched far out to keep from staining the fabric, he sheepishly murmured, “Just fuckin' werewolf hunters. Got me while I was picking up the flowers. They used silver.”

Though Vanessa worked in silence, she fumed, her annoyance becoming rage at anyone who would silver her boyfriend. With a wet cloth, she ran it gently over his skin, gaze darting up now and again to see if he’d wince. Reyes didn’t, sitting straight-faced as ever, the best kind of patient. He took her ministrations in stride. She cleaned his leg of the fresh blood and began to undo the terrible work he’d done before coming over. As she was threading him shut, she glanced up at him. His eyes went from her hands to her gaze, brimming with admiration and lust. He wanted her more now.

She didn’t think she could ever tire of that look.

A better woman would have decided that there was to be no playtime while he was injured. That wasn’t Vanessa. Instead, she had an idea.

When Vanessa was finished, she put aside the water and needle. “Stand. I need to examine the rest of you.”

Reyes raised a brow, but did as she told. It was hard for Vanessa not to tingle with the power of having him obey. She circled him slowly, a languid predator sizing up her meal. He tried not to follow her with his eyes, though he rang with the desire of wanting to reach out and take her. When she was behind him, she finally raised a hand, her fingers tracing the muscles sculpted in his back. He shivered, and she delighted in that. She stopped them arbitrarily. “You have another injury here.”

Reyes seemed confused, almost enough to turn. “What? That’s...”

Vanessa leaned forward and sealed her lips there, making a red mark against his skin from her lipstick. He held his breath, waiting on her. “You have one here, too.” Then she found another ‘spot’ and another, following the valley of his spine down his back. Reyes stifled a groan, and Vanessa was spurred on by his strangled sound. It was several more kisses before she returned to the front of him, and she knew that he was at his edge. That seemed so silly, didn’t it? Just a few sensual kisses along his back and his chest was heaving with restraint.

“Do you have something you need to say?” Vanessa asked, her fingers now moving over his collarbone, preparing for flight down his chest. It was all bared to her, beautiful, chiseled. Built from years and years of hard hunting.

At first, Reyes seemed to struggle with the words. Then, with the sudden look on his face, he seemed to catch them. He leaned close, his breath tickling her ear. “I am going to bend you over your table and fuck you until it breaks.”

Vanessa felt her mouth run dry, felt her clit pulse, and begged him to promise. She had plans, however. She was going to do things her way for now. It was his moment to sit back.

“In time. I’m not done inspecting you,” she whispered back. She was going to tease every ounce of control out of him, intentionally or not. Truly, she wanted him to be able to relax, to just enjoy what she was doing to him. She doubted he had many chances to allow things to just happen to him.

Vanessa began to do the same as she’d done to his back, but slower. She kissed a broad pectoral, leaving the red purse of her lips. Her hand fled over his skin, pausing to tease a pebbled nipple. When he raised a hand to touch her back, she circled his wrist with her fingers and put him back in his place. This was just about him, and she made that very clear.

She made more saccharine marks down his torso, leaving her calling cards where she touched. She pressed her lips to his abs, to his sides, all until she knelt and placed one beneath his belly button. Now her violet eyes flicked up to his and saw the man watching her with very keen interest, a caged beast waiting in his gaze. As they kept contact, her fingers curled around the edges of his underwear, and she began to push them down. His cock sprang free just above her shoulder, hard and aching, and she grinned. He finally broke, forced to look away and swallow hard.

Vanessa rose. Gently, her fingers pressed to his chest, and she pushed him back onto the couch behind him. He did as suggested, his eyes back on her and searing. Seated there, completely naked with a stitched-up thigh, he may have seemed at a disadvantage. On the contrary, he looked like he could hunt her to the ends of the earth. Those cerulean eyes were gazing up at her with such lust, such desire, she was certain that the animal was right behind him. She was surprised that he hadn’t shifted yet. It must be taking the entirety of his control to keep from changing so soon.

Standing between his legs, she leaned down and teased him with a whisper of a kiss on his lips. He was left wanting before she knelt and became eye-level with his cock. It was stiff and proud. He smelt masculine and musky, but clean and warm. She fully kissed the crown, teasing him brazenly. Then she opened her lips and took him into her mouth. Her tongue slid down his underside and her lips sealed halfway. She gently sucked, watching up into his face as she did so. When she pulled back up, she left a slick trail to a red ring around his flesh. It was more satisfying to see than she thought it would be.

Reyes groaned, his hands curled hard into fists at his side. Then he began to grow. There he was.

Vanessa was patient, waiting to dive back in. She didn’t have to wait long — the transformation always seemed so quick with him.

She gave him seconds more to settle before she saw his hands raise. He was going to reposition her as he pleased. “Ah ah, let me take care of you,” she commanded, and gestured for him to lie down the length of the couch. She was shocked that he obeyed immediately — or that he even fit at least part of it. The couch groaned beneath his weight, his body bestial now. All-white werewolf, huge, chiseled, hers. He was beautiful. His tail softly thumped on the side of the couch with excitement, which was strangely endearing. She believed he popped a stitch or two on his leg, but most of them held. She was just shocked that her furniture wasn’t buckling beneath him.

Knowing that he probably couldn’t restrain himself fully for very long, she didn’t hesitate at all. Climbing onto the couch with him, Vanessa resumed what she’d been doing.

Her mouth wrapped around his cock — a different one altogether now, though it still bore her lipstick mark. She was determined to make several more. She took her time with it, her movements languid and slow. Her tongue roved along the skin, saliva dripping past her lips and down along his length. She made a mess, both intentionally and not so. His girth was larger than his human form’s, and she had to work harder. She moved her tongue along his turgid appendage, getting her fill of his taste. Precum dripped onto her tongue, inciting her succubi blood. It was hard not to feel pleasure from it, practically dripping between her thighs.

Vanessa moaned around his dick, though her hands ached to relieve the throbbing of her cunt. She wanted more of him, pushing down farther, feeling him in her throat. He was grunting, his body twitching beneath her. He was struggling so hard not to lose control, she knew.

Unable to take it any longer, she shoved a hand beneath the folds of her dress. She wrested aside the sexy, lacy panties she’d picked and stroked her fingers along her slick slit. She was drenched, and by the way that Reyes jerked beneath her, she knew that he knew. She played her fingers across her sex, then focused those attentions on her swollen clit, sparking pleasure through her body. All the while, she sucked on him, drawing those wanton sounds from him. As she did, she pushed herself all the way down, sheathing him in her throat and nuzzling her nose against his knot in one big movement.

Reyes couldn’t take it anymore.

Sitting up, the wolf grabbed her by her legs and pulled her around. Immediately, he notched her knees on his shoulders and pulled aside her fabric with a careful hand. Her fingers were still tucked against her sex when his wet tongue lapped over her, licking up the sweet juices that had dripped past her fingers.

Vanessa, stunned by the action altogether, attempted to moan, but he was still plunged into her throat. She had tried her best to let him just take instead of give, but she was driving against his deepest instincts. His instincts told him to lick her, to fuck her, to take her.

Delighted by the feel of her throat vibrating, Reyes paused only briefly to enjoy the feeling. Then he took control of her pleasure. He stayed leaning forward so that he could keep being buried in her pussy, but he supported her awkward positioning with powerful arms. His long tongue teased and toyed over her sensitive clit, feeling her body tremble and jolt when he hit it just right. Now and again, he would draw away from it, dipping inside of her and drinking her juices. When he felt her pull away from his cock just before her mouth lovingly cradled him again, he froze.

Animal and man fought for control, trying to take it slower than before. Trying to let her do as she willed.

He made a sound like a whine and a growl, belying the tender way with which his tongue played with her clit. It was slow, filled with wet friction, gently catering to her body’s desires. All while she sucked hungrily on his cock.

Vanessa was going to lose it. She was falling off the edge of that precipice, feeling her orgasm grow nearer. She was getting hotter and hotter, consumed with passion at the feel of his cock in her mouth and his tongue on her clit. She shivered, feeling his arms keep her still as he devoured her. Devils help her, she could do this forever.

One more wet, little lap of his tongue and stars exploded in Vanessa’s eyes. She arched her back, his cock falling from her mouth as she moaned and screamed her ecstasy. Reyes indulged in that sound, continuing to stroke her with his tongue through her orgasm, seeing her through to the end. The sounds she made caused his dick to throb, and the wolf in him made its demands. It was going to get what it wanted right now.

He needed his mate.

Reyes was taking deep breaths, forcing himself control just for a minute longer. That’s all he needed — just a moment more. He let her gather herself, let her breathe. He could taste her starkly on his tongue. Sweeter than any honey. Not nectar at all, but womanly, strong, of her very core. He couldn’t help himself, lapping at her sex a little bit longer, getting all of her on his long, wet muscle. Vanessa shuddered, her contractions subsiding and leaving behind the best of tingles all over.

Her plan had been to ride him, but Reyes clearly had his mind set on something else. He pushed her down the couch further and curled his arms around her waist, pulling her upright with her back to his front.

He placed her on the ground before him, and with as much carefulness as he could muster, unzipped her and pulled her dress from her body. Keeping just the scarcest sense of control, he knew he didn’t want to rip the pretty number from her. Didn’t want to ruin it. Then those claws tenderly pulled away her panties, allowing Vanessa to step out. She was surprised her clothes weren’t on the floor in tatters, but that seemed the extent of his patient restraint.

As promised, Reyes pushed her down across her table, causing her to actually laugh. This wasn’t the plan, but her body was ringing with excitement. It was cold against her naked front, clashing with the heat that he inspired inside her. He was on top of her soon, leaned back enough to look between them. His hand brushed over her plush rump, and he gripped her hip. Lining his pointed head up with her entrance, still slick from her orgasm, he pushed inside. “Ohh! Ahn…” Vanessa moaned exquisitely. Her walls were eager to close around him, inviting him inside.

If he’d had any intention to tease, it was quickly lost to his wolf. Reyes growled and shoved himself the rest of the way in, receiving only welcome. It was hot and wet, swelling around his cock, squelching from the force of the movement. One hand remained on her hip, and the other supported him on the table. He pressed his chest to her back — gentle enough not to squash her against the table, but enough for her to feel his weight, to feel sensually pinned.

Slowly, he pulled out, then he pressed back in, partially sheathing himself. Another pull out, and then he pushed all the way in, hilting her against his knot. He did this again and again. His hips pumped, keeping this moderate pace. Vanessa’s eyes fluttered shut.

She felt so full with him; her body burned with need, with the want for more. She felt the loom of his head beside hers, and could hear him almost panting. Her hand raised and wrapped around his head, pulling him close to her. She saw those hungry, blue eyes, and she kissed his muzzle with heated affection. He startled and paused. After a second, he nuzzled his face against hers and gripped the edge of the table. He drove into her, hard, making her cry out. He kept his head there, listening to her sounds, indulging in her affection, while his cock worked in and out of her cunt. There were wet slaps of his knot barging against her entrance.

Vanessa’s eyes rolled back. “Fuck, Reyes!” She was losing her mind. She was going to come again. Her demoness blood commanded it.

Her words encouraged him, even as he fought hard not to give in so quickly. Reyes knew he wouldn’t be able to stand her orgasm, however. He could feel it impending like he could feel his own. His eyes closed, his teeth grit, his body working and pumping hard, feeling only her. Her plush body beneath his, her face pressed to the side of his own, her wet walls squeezing in. They were going to spasm; he knew it. She screamed out. “Yes! Yes!”

A hard shove and Reyes’ knot pushed into Vanessa, accented by a splintering sound. It was just in time to feel her body squeeze and contract around him. As he exploded inside of her, she milked him dry, pulling every bit of his orgasm from him. He groaned beside her, feeling his body squeeze in tandem with her spasms.

All Vanessa could think was, 'Devils, did he feel good.'

For several moments, he felt the pull of her body, until at last, her waves faded and left him empty.

It felt longer than it was that they remained there, hearing only their frantic breathing begin to calm. Both felt at peace, serene. Reyes hadn’t changed back yet, remaining as the wolf, who was perfectly satisfied. His knot was swollen inside her, keeping them together.

Vanessa was the first to open her eyes. Her hand, still clinging to his great canine head, moved to stroke over his perked ear. His eyes opened then, looking to her. She kissed his muzzle again and whispered, “Did you really have to break the table?”

A sound like a chuckle reverberated in his broad chest. The hand that had been holding her hip squirmed underneath her and curled around her waist. Bracing himself, he carefully lifted them both back to standing. With neither of their weights to hold it in place, the table hitched slightly to the side, where one of the legs stood broken.

Vanessa looked at it with amusement before she felt the fur of the man at her backside change back to flesh. After a second, she turned to face him, her arms slipping around his waist while she felt his cum dribble down her thighs.

Devils, he looked handsome, and satisfied, and… something else that she wasn’t sure of. That something else froze her briefly. She recovered with a tease.

“You’re lucky it wasn’t—mmph!” Expensive, was what she wanted to say, but her mouth was now occupied with Reyes’. He kept doing this, kept stealing kisses from her, and she wanted to ask him never to stop.

Reyes kissed her deeply, his arms velvety, iron bands around her body, keeping them close. Vanessa melted into it, holding onto him like it was the only thing keeping her on her legs. That may have been true—they were jelly right now.

When he pulled back, he pushed her loosened hair behind her ear, then brushed his thumb against the corner of her mouth. Her red lipstick was smeared, and fuck, it looked so sexy. What was left and not stamped all over his body, anyway. Her makeup was coming apart at the seams from their heated sex. She was beautiful. His heart squeezed.

“I’ll buy you another one,” Reyes murmured, then paused, that fiendish grin returning. “A sturdier one.”