Thread: The Wolf Pack (Broken Knight)

It felt so good... That was all he could think about all day as he was going through his routine. A few seconds with her and it was on his mind like an addict begging for drugs. All of the girls kept asking him what was wrong, how was he to explain that the half breed felt better in ten seconds of rubbing against her than they did in ten minutes of hard fucking? The wolf went through his routine, which mostly consisted of taking care of all of the girls in the manor, going to his study and making sure the pack was earning an income and not going under, among other minor things. She could see him for short periods during the day, distracted when he was working. When he did look at her, he cleared his throat and went about his business. One might've thought he was ignoring her or brushing her off because of their encounter earlier, though that simply wasn't the case. The shower just wasn't enough. He'd gone in and stroked himself mad until he came, thinking about her soft, smooth skin, it still just didn't do him enough. Each time he saw her that day, he thought about laying against her, pressing against her body and his sheath rubbing against her thigh. It was the best thing he'd ever felt, far better than rubbing against the silkiest of fur. Plus, she was walking around in that outfit that was too small for her, showing off a lot of her skin and her shape. It was his own fault, really, he'd put her in the thing. Still, it did draw his mind back to her. Once, just once while she was serving him a glass of water in his study, she could see him taking a longing gaze at her cute, perky ass as she was walking out. She only caught him for a second, though, he quickly looked down. Although, when he walked out of the study, he knew she was peeking and he didn't seem too shy of the bulge in his jeans. All at once, she'd notice that the manor got quiet. He'd sent all the pets out on a 'spa day' to go get themselves all cleaned up and revitalized. At least, that's what he told them. They would be gone until the next morning, but of course, he didn't send Natasha, since she was just a half breed. Again, that's simply what he told them. It was all an ulterior motive, a way to get them out of the manor so that he could have the half breed and none of them would be any of the wiser. She was still in her room and Rio knew exactly where she was. A few minutes after she was gone, he went to her room. Rio didn't even knock on the door. He simply opened it and slipped inside. Looking at her, there was a look in his eyes that was unfamiliar to her as he stood in front of that door, only wearing a pair of jeans as he often did. It was a look of want, a look of lust. Something he'd not looked at her with before. Rio was certainly looking at her like that now, though and there was no one else home. It had been a good six hours since their little encounter, and one look at the swollen bulge in his jeans, and she'd be able to tell- she was all he'd bothered to think about that entire time. Moving forward into the room, Rio couldn't help wonder if she was a passing phase, or if he was genuinely attracted to her. Natasha. Rio said as he was moving toward her. I don't suppose you'd mind finishing what we started earlier... Rio said, looking at the girl sitting on her bed. He must've looked incredibly intimidating, this large, powerful wolf who held her life in his paws and could take it away at a moment's notice. And yet, here he was, standing before her, asking if she wanted to do what she'd been deprived of for months on end. Not only that, he seemed excited to be asking... very excited from the look of it.