Hunger for Her

Maximus

I sit in my usual corner at my uncle's bar. Drinking my beer slowly, as I look at the stunning white-haired beauty, I haven’t been able to get out of my head for almost a year. When she first appeared at the door of the bar, making all the men’s heads turn, I knew then and there I wanted her to be mine. She has long white, blonde hair, that stops just above her plump ass. She has what my grandmother would call birthing hips, ones that make my mouth water whenever I watch her walk on by.

She has the most gorgeous and extraordinary violet eyes I have ever seen in my life. When she looks at me dead on, I feel as though I can see right into her soul. She wears her emotions on her face, her heart on her sleeve, and an attitude that will make any man or woman cry like a baby if she’s provoked. I have seen her take on a few of the overly friendly men that come in here. After the first couple times, they all got the hint, and are nothing but respectful towards her now.

Lucky for them, because if they had kept up the shenanigans, I would have stepped in. They wouldn’t have enjoyed that, being as I am much bigger than most of the men of this town. Of course, that has to do with my genetics. My mother is a little thing, barely reaching five feet, but she’s fierce and has an attitude to match Taylee’s for sure. Everyone in this town treats her with the upmost respect, and not just because she’s Alpha’s mate.

Heck, most of the people of this town know about what we are, think of us as the protectors of the town. Although, there are a few that have no idea what my family really are. All they have come to realize the entirety of their lives is I am one person they don’t want fuck with. My family, I’m talking the entire pack, which is well over a thousand of us, have been around these parts of the world for centuries. I, myself, am almost four hundred years old. Meaning my time to become Alpha is fast approaching.

My father is close to one thousand years old, and as he says ‘he would like to retire soon, and take my mother around the world. Introducing her to new things, meeting more pack members like us, and discovering how beautiful things can be.’ The problem is no woman, human nor werewolf alike, has caught my attention. That is until Taylee came walking in the door of the bar, tears welling in her eyes, begging for a job.

I remember all of us were stunned to see such a small and beautiful person looking as scared as a cat, her hair wet and snarly, her clothes soaked through. Wherever she had come from, and from whomever she was running away from, I promised myself that night I’d always watch out for her. She hasn’t tried to leave town yet, which is good for her, because if she ever tries I don’t see myself allowing it.

I can only imagine the argument that will entail that day. So, for the last eleven months, two weeks, and five days I sit in the darkened corner in the back of the bar. Keeping an eye on things like I always have, only now I find my eyes wandering to wherever she walks to in the vicinity. “So I was crunching the numbers, and since she’s come along, business has picked up something fierce. We have made well over three grand from last year already.” My cousin Vinny says from his seat beside me.

“Of course, not that you care in the least right now. Since your mind is on more important things.” I see from the corner of my eye a sly smirk form on the idiots lips, as he looks at me with a knowing look in his eye. Lifting his beer, he keeps all his focus on me. Knowing better than to follow her with his eyes. The last man that did that, his best friend Jimmy in fact, I lost it and slammed his head against the table.

The commotion in the room came to a screeching halt that night, looking up I seen Taylee’s eyes were wide, but I saw no fear, only utter shock. That fucker only laughed, rubbing the blood from his nose, and waving his hand in the air for another bottle. The only thing he said once he got his next drink, and I sat back down, was “duly noted.” After that, all the closest males to me know better than to watch her.

“Shut the fuck up smart ass.” I grumble below my breath, sipping my beer as I lean back against the booth. Vinny has the audacity to laugh, wiping the liquid from his lips, that had spilt out from the shake of his big body. Shrugging his shoulders, he simply tells me, “just speaking the truth bro. So, when are you going to just do it already?”

With a lift of my brow, I move my eyes from the woman I have slowly become obsessed with to him. “Do what exactly?” My tone is telling him how he best be careful with the next words that come out of his mouth. He slams his beer on the table top, moving his upper body over the table, so he’s closer to me. In case other werewolf ears are listening in on our conversation.

“Pick that woman up over your shoulder, carrying her like a cave man to your home, and plowing her like you’ve been dreaming of doing since the first night she walked in here.” Besides the word he used to describe what I’m craving to do to her, he’s absolutely right. That is something I would normally do. I have the attitude of when I want something I take it, simple as that. I have never once asked for permission.

However, looking from my cousin back to her, I can’t bring myself to just take her. For once in my life, I want something more than I have ever wanted anyone before. There’s a big part of me that wants her to crave me just as much in return. To want to touch me, be in the mood where she just has to kiss me and begs me to slide inside of her body.

“Fuuuck.” I groan the word, as my hand reaches to the front of my jeans to fix my growing erection. Only causing my cousin to laugh that much harder at me. My glaring eyes shoot back to him, as I place my hands into fists at my sides. Making certain I don’t do something I will regret later.

It’s true the things everyone says about me, I have one hell of a temper, and usually if someone pisses me off I have no problem being an asshole. I will either put you in your place using my words, or my body. Either way, there aren’t many people in this world that will fuck with me in any way. My cousin being the minority in that aspect. The fucker loves to dish it out, but he’s also one that can take it in return.

Vinny has always had a laid-back personality. Been a smart ass since we were kids. He’s the type of guy you can call every name in the book, and he’ll still raise his beer bottle to you with a smile. If you try to hurt him, whether it be by attacking him with full force, or using your arms and legs against him, he’s quick. You’re lucky if you can get a hit on him before he moves. He’s not the type to fight back unless you totally pissed him off. Once that happens, you had better run and hide because his temper can be worse than mine.

His brown eyes sparkle with mischief, as he tilts his head to the side, awaiting to see what I’m going to do. Leaning back against the seat, he must have figured out I’m holding myself back, and I’m not going to attack him right now. Otherwise, he’d be ready to run from the booth and leave the bar, laughing in his wake. “Hey, everyone in this town, human and wolf, all know that you have it bad for that girl.” He nods his head in Taylee’s direction.

His eyes haven’t left me though, as I see the wheels spinning in his mind. “Hell, I’m willing to bet money she’s the one man. Your mate that you’ve been searching for. Of course, you’ll never know until you truly take her.” His words ring true. I have been thinking that since the first night I laid my eyes on her.

In our world, when a male werewolf finds his mate, he doesn’t completely know it until he’s deep inside her body. We cannot produce semen unless it is with our one and only mate. The women in our world hold all the power. They have a choice; they don’t become so obsessed as us men. They can choose to walk away even after we find each other, move on with their lives. If they do, they are choosing a life of solitude.

They are never able to have children with anyone else other than who their mate is. Even if they were born human. If that is the case, they can choose to live out their human lives, or make the decision to change into a werewolf. Living well over thousands of years, with the man that claimed them.

To find your mate in our world is a blessing. There’s a small chance at the end of the day it can become a curse. There haven’t been many known in our history where the woman chose to live her life without the one she was born to be with. In my almost four hundred years, there has only ever been one woman who chose to live her human life, afraid to be a werewolf. Leaving one of the oldest members of our pack, a lone and bitter old man.

“Would you like another?” The sound of her angelic voice brings me back, and out of the thoughts plaguing my head. I give her my best smile, “Of course, siren. You know I’m never one to pass up a beverage from a beautiful woman.” She bites her bottom lip, her cheeks growing red with each word that falls from my mouth. Looking down her body ever so slowly, I can see the effect I have on this woman. Her nipples are hard, goosebumps are all along the skin of her arms and legs.

My goodness those legs of her. I can picture them around my neck, as I’m licking that beauty between them, making her scream my name. When I look back up, I see her mouth is agape, and her eyes are wide. “Contacts. He likes to try the different colors for fun.” My cousin Vinny says from the side.

Breaking our eye contact immediately. I find I want to weep with the loss of those violet irises of hers. “Why would he do that? His jade green eyes are beautiful.” The last word comes out in a breathy tone, as her own make their way back to me. I find it hard to breath when she looks at me for this long. I have to swallow the growl, so that I can feel making its way up my throat. Too afraid I’ll scare her if she hears such a noise.

Her misty scent hits my nose, and a large hand lands on my arm, holding me down against the seat. Her arousal is enough to waken my beast, making me want to take her here and now. No matter how many eyes are on us, it doesn’t matter in the least to me right now all the bodies in the bar. I only want to touch this gorgeous creature standing in front of me.

Bring my hands along her arms, pulling her close, and kissing the living daylights out of her. I want to lay her down on top of this table, lift up that damn skirt that has been teasing me all night, rip her undies clear from her body, and devour her with my mouth. Making her cream all over my mouth, as she pulls the strands of my hair, and screams my name.