First Date Pt. 3

Kristof's Point of View

I noticed her body react after I hinted at sex. Not only did her eyes widen, but so did her pupils. My wolven aspects could smell her body's delicious reaction. As I sat back, I smiled, knowing I had succeeded in turning her on.

Of course, my body also reacted, and I was glad the table cloth hid my hardening, and I will admit my somewhat prominent, bulge. Both my wolf and Lycan wanted to fuck her right here and now.

My human side was battling them for dominance because it would be totally inappropriate to give in to that impulse in a crowded restaurant. My human side would have most likely given in if we were in private.

"Excuse me, sir, if I may serve your dinner now?"

The interruption by the waiter brought me back to reality. I needed to take a deep breath to control my anger at being disturbed by another male and turned to look up at the man. I simply nodded, not trusting myself to say anything.

During the main course, conversation about the three werewolf aspects continued. She asked intelligent questions, so that was good. I had had enough of shallow women. They seemed to follow me around like puppies. Not just humans either.

My thoughts momentarily jumped to Alexis. I was glad I called that off, although she didn't take it that well. She was really delusional if she thought I would keep her on after finding my mate.

Aláine's Point of View

I wanted to know about the mating ritual. Kristof explained that it was slightly different for humans than those born as werewolves.

As a pack Alpha, we would be formally bonded in front of the pack. Because of who his parents were, we would also be officially bonded in front of the Kingdom of the Grey Moon's Alpha and Luna.

They were his parents. I wasn't just going to be turned into a werewolf; I would be a Luna and potential Queen. Neither of those had been life goals.

The turning into a werewolf would happen beforehand. I would have to be bitten by him. Kristof called it marking. I wasn't sure about the biting part, though the biter was indeed tasty eye candy. I wondered if it would be painful, both the bite and the changing.

"What about turning into a wolf? Is that painful?" I enquired.

"A little the first few times, but that stops as you get used to it," Kristof answered.

That put my mind at ease slightly.

Kristof had also asked questions about my life. He knew about Tyra and our parents' deaths from last night's discussion. He especially wanted to know about the other elements of my life, such as my university studies and my part-time job.

"I have just finished a degree in languages. I speak French, Italian, Spanish, German, Korean, Mandarin, and English. I work as an interpreter, sometimes for the police and sometimes customs." I explained.

I was not sure what I wanted to do long term. I'd once dreamed about being an interpreter for the United Nations. I was no longer sure that was where I wanted to end up. Still, I knew that speaking many different languages would be an asset in most jobs.

Kristof positioned his chair at a 90° angle from me. At various times during dinner, Kristof stroked my arm or held my hand. The only time he didn't touch me was when we were eating.

His touch was light and sent tingling pulses up my arm. The seating arrangement also meant that our legs would often brush each other. When I looked at him, he smiled as if he knew precisely what effect the contact had on me.

When the night was over, we parked outside my house. Kristof took off his seatbelt and leaned over towards me. I breathed in sharply, my heart beating fast, waiting for him to kiss me and hoping he would. I was not going to be easy, but I was definitely interested.

"Dinner tomorrow night?" asked Kristof smiling. "And every night after?"

I giggled, "Tomorrow night sounds good."

He took my hand and kissed it. Then with his other hand, he cupped my chin and using his thumb, he caressed my lip before reaching down to kiss me gently. His light kiss took my breath away as I leaned into him.

"Tomorrow night," he said, seemingly regretful as he broke the kiss.

I finally slipped into bed after the mandatory debrief by Zara. His incredible, seductive ways meant I needed another release, and for the second night in a row, my fingers slipped into my pyjama shorts, feeling for my swollen sex. Although climaxing felt good, I hoped he felt as equally frustrated as I did. It would be rather unfair if it were only one-sided.