The rude black wolf
Samantha hugged the man's neck, sinking her fingers in his black hair. His tanned skin was burning under her touch, and she melted in his embrace like a cube of ice under the sun.
They kissed and tugged their clothes, secretly displeased by that thick barrier between their bodies. The man dragged Samantha closer before pushing her against the wall.
She growled in a complaint about the harsh treatment, but she didn't push him away. Even if his hands were rudely exploring as if he had that right, she didn't drive him away. On the contrary: she wanted even more.
The thought of his rude hands grabbing her, making her do what his dirty mind was picturing... Oh, she liked that thought so much. She could feel in his gestures the need, the intentions. Even if she didn't know him, she understood his lustful needs. Because they were the same as hers.
She pulled his head, making him move back. She pressed her lips on his jaw, noticing how the shape fitted her tastes so perfectly. She trailed down with her mouth, kissing his neck, hungry.
His hand reached her butt, caressing through the dress. He barely managed not to tear the fabric, feeling the expensive quality under his fingertips. He caressed her bare thigh, pulling her leg up to lock on his hips. He didn't succeed with his mission, for she opened her eyes and regained some consciousness.
They pulled back, both waking up from the frenzy.
The man saw the woman for the first time, noticing her heterochromatic eyes. Then, he could grasp the blonde hair, fit body.
Only later, he realised she was a wolf of a different pack.
«We haven't met earlier,» he said.
His voice almost made her moan, but Samantha didn't fall prey to her instinct anew. She rubbed her lips, swelling them even more. She looked back at him but was forced to divert her eyes so as not to lose control.
She was Rational Samantha. That kind of behaviour wasn't usual for her.
«I'm sorry...» she said. «I usually don't do this.»
She turned around, ready to leave, but a tight grip on her arm stopped her. She sighed as the wildest images passed through her mind.
His forceful ways were making her body quiver, but not in fear. Not in displeasure or fury for the way he treated her.
If it was anyone else, she would have punched him already. But with that man... She liked him even when he was rude.
«What's your name?» he inquired.
«I don't think it's a good idea,» she replied. «We shouldn't do this.»
She freed her arm and walked away. She didn't look back while reaching the end of the hallways. She went into the women's restroom and stayed there until her blood ran cold.
She washed her face and fixed the makeup. She waited for her lips to return normal before applying a thin layer of lipstick.
The mirror showed her an image that was as foreign as to be frightening. Who was that woman, looking back at her from the other side? Why were her eyes so disappointed?
It took her a while to calm down.
When she was back to her usual self, she reached Nate and got ready to leave.
«What's going on with you?» he inquired. He had noticed her racing heart and uneasy movements.
She didn't reply. She had no answer to that.
What had just happened?
«I'm fine,» she sighed.
«You smell like a wolf,» he mentioned.
She straightened her back, ready to be discovered in the wildest of her actions.
«Have you fought?»
«You might say that...» she murmured. It wasn't a usual fight, though.
Her tongue caressed her lower lips, remembering how that man kissed her. Or she kissed him. She wasn't even sure who was the first one to move.
Her stomach clenched, and a shiver crossed her spine. She hadn't felt that nervous ever before. Part of her felt guilty.
She did something weird, and she didn't inform her Alpha. The Norwich and the Mayford packs were enemies. They fought up to a few years before, when Nate decided to make peace and forced the other pack to accept the truce.
She should have at least told him she felt weird when looking into a man's eyes. But she couldn't. The reason was that other part of her being.
She was pleased, excited, willing to risk everything for a single kiss. Or maybe a little more.
«Hello, CEO Woods,» a man said while walking to them. «I'm from Daily Press. Can I take a picture of you two?»
«Sure,» Nate said. He left his glass of champagne on a nearby table and offered his arm to Samantha.
The woman accepted, still in a daze. She was thinking about that strange man, and she wasn't too conscious of the world around her.
She grabbed Nate's arm and smiled at the photographer. Her red cheeks didn't pass unnoticed to the man, but he didn't comment. The picture was so good that he didn't mind that one of the two had visibly drunk a little too much.
Because it was obvious that Samantha from LY Corp wasn't one to blush. He would have thought she was reacting to something CEO Woods had said, but everyone knew it was impossible.
People told her so many odd or embarrassing things, she received all kinds of compliments. Yet, not once did she react like a shy girl.
He could have tried to make up some good gossip if it wasn't a lost cause.
CEO Woods wasn't the type to whisper to a woman's ear. And Samantha Murphy wasn't one to act like a maiden in love.
«This will be perfect for the article,» he mumbled by walking away.
Even if he did not dare to write anything about it, the public loved to see such scenes. It was by chance, but the picture would show their audience a possible new pairing.
Not to mention: it was time CEO Woods found himself a woman. He was thirty-one that year. Was he going to stay alone forever?
He needed a woman. Who better than the sales manager for a man like him? That woman had already proven herself with her hard work, and her looks had nothing to envy the most famous top models.