Thread: ▬▬ { PALISADES } ⋮⋮ echo & dogged

For a few minutes, there wasn't a thought in his damn head because all the blood had rushed to his now fully occupied lap. It was hot enough that Lotus straddled his thigh, but when she brought down that ass, he had a very sexy lapful of exotic woman. Her spine pressed into his chest in a natural fit and he slung a large, muscled arm around her waist. Cillian's palm rested on her taught sleek stomach and he pulled her in closer to his hot muscular body. Holding a luscious armful of curves, for the moment, he couldn't ask for anything more. This was a good place to be right now with Lotus' husky voice and voluptuous body and all the booze he could drink. Relaxation was finally an option at least and he listened to her conversation and answered her questions a little easier. Her tone told him subconsciously that while she was more relaxed with whiskey, the woman's comments were still on the job at hand. Nothing personal, and it shouldn't be really. It was her job to make him want sex and alcohol so she'd do whatever it took to achieve that. When Lotus adjusted her weight exactly on his groin, he seriously considered just taking her right there. But Cillian knew he couldn't do that. He was lycan, not human so there was no way he could get away with it. If, no, when, he fucked her, he'd need a private place and let her take the top so he wouldn't kill Lotus by accident. He wasn't undersized to make it any easier either. A woman could only take so much and for all the blather of saying they wanted a bigger dick, they obviously never had to deal with it. Controlling penetration when you had such a large monster was never easy and he'd learned over the years, how to let the woman take the lead or it would seriously end in death for the unfortunate female. Much as he wanted Lotus, he didn't want to savage her as he would another lycan that could heal as fast as they were wounded. The Egyptian beauty prompted him about the whiskey and it seemed to matter to her so he responded, How many bottles do you think I should buy to make your boss happy? Did you want one to take with you? he adjusted her seat just enough to get into his pocket and took out a couple hundreds to place on the table directly in front of her. Her dark eyes were half lidded with how much she enjoyed the whiskey and his closeness and it took him a bit to realize she'd asked his name. Aah the double standard in this kind of place. The girls' names were all made up bullshit, but he'd honestly just give his name. He supposed it was most likely a safety measure against the onslaught of nightly drunken, stupid blue collar husbands and freaky stalker types. Cillian. he answered quietly, his low rumbling voice almost touching her ear. There was a helluva lot more he wanted to do with her but it was getting late and he had an early morning consult to remember. No amount of drink could make him forget things. Werewolves healed so quickly that even the strongest alcohol wouldn't kill a single brain cell before their supernatural metabolism took control. The werewolf kept his mouth at her ear and whispered, Just how soon? I know you can feel how much I want you...