-The Breakfast Club-
Dominic’s stomach growled obnoxiously as he stood glaring at the ′Out of Order′ sign in front of him. After the night he’d had during his eleven to seven graveyard shift, it was just part of his luck that the elevator was out. Not that he would have actually trusted a ride on the damn thing anyways. If it wasn’t already bad enough that Hailee’s place was in a sketchy neighborhood, the inside of the complex alone could have made his skin crawl. As he dodged a large chunk of falling plaster, he wondered how in the hell the place hadn’t already been condemned.
Beginning the long trek up to her apartment, the off-duty officer suddenly lunged sideways as a giant, beady eyed rat scurried right past him. As his stomach rumbled again, for a moment Dominic actually envisioned himself catching and roasting the rodent over a large, flaming spit. That was, until an entire horde rounded the stairwell.
With a look of panic, Dominic froze as the clumsy, four-legged fuckers stumbled over themselves toward him. Using the banister, he hoisted his body up and out of the way as the dark, furry waterfall descended down the stairway from hell. Fuck if he had been hungry before that. Giving a disgusted shudder, his ferocious hunger was all but forgotten.
As he continued to trudge through the hazardous building, he looked back over the way he had come. He wondered if Hailee had carried him all this way last night-- up two flights of stairs. With his body clocking in at six in a half feet and roughly three hundred pounds, it couldn’t have been an easy feat.
Shaking his head in bewilderment, Dominic lifted his large fist to knock on the door.
“It’s always open,” a feminine voice answered.
The officer’s sweaty palm slipped off the metal knob as he nervously licked his lips. What if she wasn’t as hot as he had thought last night? Or what if this whole thing turned out to be a joke?
The longer he stood in the hallway staring at the paint chipped door, the more he began to wonder why he had come here at all. He didn’t even know her. What if last night had been some sort of set up? Just as he was about to turn around and never step foot in the place again, the door suddenly swung open.
“Are you coming or what?” She innocently smiled up at him.
As she padded back over to the kitchen, Dominic growled slightly before slamming the door shut behind him. She was definitely just as hot as he remembered. And dressed in nothing more than a white bra and matching lace cheeksters, he couldn’t help but wonder if anyone else had laid eyes on what was meant to be his.
“I hope you’re hungry,” she called back over her shoulder as she flipped something on the stove.
With a lick of his lips and a grunt in response, Dominic could feel his mouth water as he imagined his teeth sinking into that ass.
“Why don’t you come take a seat,” she instructed as she pointed to a chair nearby. “I’ll have your breakfast ready in a minute.”
Tearing his gaze from that perfectly round rump, Dominic gave a quick, casual glance around the place. Despite the deterioration just outside the door, it was evident that Hailee had worked hard to make her apartment modern and presentable. With a slight shake of his head, he struggled to wrap his mind around the difference being like night and day.
As he took out his gun and removed his holster, he set both on the side table next to the entry before moving further into the apartment. A stormy light gray color coated the walls, while a plush, and inviting cream colored couch sat front and center in the living room. He’d always wondered what purpose multiple decorative pillows served, but these ones, along with the matching teal throw blankets strewn about seemed to add a certain cozy feel to the place.
Before taking another step, Dominic stooped down to remove his boots. It was all he could do to buy himself some time as his senses went haywire. His stomach wanted him to eat, his head in agreement that this was probably a good idea. But as he shoved past the two seater dinette and crammed his large body into the incredibly small space of the kitchen, it became very evident that Dominic wasn’t thinking with his brain.
Reaching out, Dominic smiled as Hailee’s firm cheeks fit perfectly in the palm of his hand. As he massaged and kneaded both sides of her ass, he pressed himself flush against her. With a moan, Hailee’s head rolled back against his chest, the top of her head just barely resting against one of his massive pecs.
“Breakfast first.” Her voice sounded husky even as she rebuked him. “Then, let’s talk.”
With a slight groan, Dominic took a step back. There was nothing more deflating than those two little words. And they we’re almost always followed by an ‘LJBF’.
Turning around, Hailee held out a plate of food for his now empty hands. As he looked down at the perfectly cooked medium-rare steak with three eggs nestled alongside it, he could almost feel himself salivating. God, what was wrong with him, he thought. As far as he could remember, he had never been so hungry in his life.
“Now that you’re a werewolf, you’ll find that you will need to eat a lot more throughout the day.” It was as if Hailee could read his mind as she suddenly answered his unvoiced concerns.
As he carried his plate over to the table, Dominic tugged his shirt loose before undoing his belt. He always found it hard to eat while stuffed into his uniform.
“Eating protein heavy meals at breakfast, lunch and dinner can help tide you over,” she continued as she joined him with her own plate of food. “By the looks of you--” Hailee paused to exaggerate Dominic’s largeness with her hands, “--I figured you were probably already used to that sort of thing.”
As he mumbled about a mouthful of eggs, Dominic grinned as he looked up at her. “Why Ms. O’Connell, whatever are you implying?” He teased.
Dominic’s smile broadened as he listened to Hailee laugh. He decided right then and there that it was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard.
“You’re not wrong though.” He eyed the large cube of meat he had skewered with his fork. “You could drown the entire city with the amount of protein shakes I’ve had.”
Hailee laughed again.
“Well it’s certainly paid off,” she remarked as her eyes roamed over his broad frame. As she cocked her head to the side, Dominic watched the corners of her mouth suddenly turn downward. “But how do you know my last name?” She asked.
Dominic replied with a sly smirk. “I’m a cop,” he shrugged, as though that was all the answer she needed.
Hailee, however, drummed her fingers on the table waiting for him to continue.
“Ok, so I may have gone through your wallet last night before I left,” he told her. At the look of shock on her face, Dominic held up a large hand in defence. “Hey, it’s not every day you get bit by a gorgeous woman claiming to be a werewolf.”
“I guess that’s fair,” Hailee nodded before plopping the last bite of steak into her mouth.
As he finished his own plate, Dominic looked up expectantly. “Last night you said my wolf was going to be huge,” he began. “But I haven’t shifted yet. Why? And where’s your pack? Your Alpha?”
The lines around Hailee’s evergreen eyes crinkled with amusement. “First of all, forget everything you think you know about werewolves,” she told him. “We don’t have packs, and you won’t have your first transition for a few weeks yet. Werewolves only shift once a month on the full moon. It might also surprise you to learn that there are only five, well six werewolves now, in all of North America.”
Hailee turned more serious as she slowly got up from the table.
“You know, I was quite fortunate to find you.” She informed him as she moved closer. “Being a werewolf isn’t exactly glamorous. It can be lonely. Painful. And when you turn, you won’t be some four legged dog like you see on TV-- you’ll be a monster. Humans will run from you at night, and during the day, they will feel the need to submit.”
As she rested her hip against the table, the hulking police officer watched as she licked her lips, gazing down at him through hooded eyes. And to think he had been worried that she just wanted to be friends. He could practically feel the sexual tension in the air between them as his own arousal grew thick and heavy between his legs.
“It’s not all bad, though,” she continued. “Along with a heightened sense of smell, you’ll notice changes in speed and balance. You’ll have impeccable hearing. Sight. Strength. Endurance. Stamina--"
Her voice trailed off as Dominic cleared his throat. With every word she spoke, he was growing more and more flustered.
“You’ll especially need that last one as the full moon nears.”
“And why’s that,” Dominic challenged. His voice was gruff as his eyebrow raised high on his head.
“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see,” she teased.
With a speed he didn’t even know he possessed, Dominic suddenly lunged forward.
“Fuck that,” he growled. His large hands wrapped around Hailee’s waist as he pulled her down into his lap.
Fisting her hair, his lips roughly slanted over hers as he greedily stole the air from right out of her lungs. With an arrogant smirk, he held her securely in his arms while she panted and shivered against him.
Once recovered, her skillful fingers quickly began unbuttoning his shirt. Dominic’s eyes closed as his head rolled to the side against his broad shoulder. Biting back a moan, he proudly watched as her hands roamed across the large expanse of his chest before moving to shrug his shirt off completely.
“Well I’ll be damned,” Hailee muttered.
When his sleeves caught around his massive biceps, he heard Hailee murmur in amazement. She struggled to pull his shirt off and with both of his arms pinned back, he was no help himself. After a few moments of tugging and pulling, he was finally free and Hailee all but attacked him. Her lips and hands assaulted every inch of available bare skin.
At first Dominic was unsure what the scent was. But as the sweet, woodsy aroma wafted up to his nose, the freshly bitten weremale, realized it was his own mate’s arousal he was sniffing. Pupils blown, he was instantly lost. The scent driving him over the edge.
With no effort at all, Dominic lifted Hailee and deposited her on the table. As he rose, he towered over her. His hands roughly grabbing hold of her thighs and spreading her open to accommodate his wide frame standing in between. As he wrapped her legs around his waist, Hailee gazed at the large bulge tenting his pants before biting down on her bottom lip.
“You know,” she smirked. “This really kind of gives a whole new meaning to the song ′Fuck the Police’.”