A wolf and a snow leopard walk into a bar Who: Dom and Katya What: First meeting When: Wednesday Night Where: Asylum Warnings: NSFW
Dom was getting sick and tired of being sick and tired. Holly kept telling him that she wasn't cheating but he wasn't stupid. He knew what it felt like, knew what it smelt like. She kept telling him that he was losing his mind, that she wasn't cheating, that he was overreacting and jealous of nothing. That night when he went to her house to see her he could smell another man's scent, arousal lingering just thick enough to be noticed despite the smell of house cleaner in the air. He'd called her on it, she'd started another fight and she'd told him that his nose was broken.
Broken.
The bitch had some fucking nerve. He'd stormed out and headed towards Asylum, needing a drink and needing to cool the fuck down before he exploded. He wasn't broken any more than his nose was. She was fucking someone else. He knew she was. There was no solid proof other than lingering scents that she tried to explain away but he knew. The only reason he hadn't broken up with her already was because he was tired of being alone. So tired of being alone that he was letting himself be taken advantage of. Fucking lovely.
He ordered a drink from the bartender and found a seat off to one side of the bar. He could see everything from there and at least people watch. Maybe that would take the bullshit off of his mind.
Katya needed a fucking break from her mother’s nagging. She’d made the mistake of going around to her parents for dinner, for a chat before she started her new job in a couple of days. Like it wasn’t humiliating enough that her dad had pulled strings to get her the damn job, she had to act all nicey nicey with her bitch of a mother, too. She knew coming back to Duskwood for Christmas had been a fucking mistake. Now she was trapped. She’d made the mistake of admitting she was between jobs, and her parents had taken that as an invitation to interfere with her life. Made plans without even asking if she wanted a job. And now she had to at least ‘give it a shot’. Ugh.
At least Asylum was still running. She’d never been old enough to get in before, but she’d snuck in enough times. Walking up to the bar, she ordered a bourbon on the rocks, sliding onto one of the stools and looking round. It was midweek, but the Christmas holidays were still in full swing so it was busy enough to give her plenty to look at. Like the broody-looking wolf down at the end of the bar. Yes please. Taking a sip of her drink, she watched him over the rim of her glass, one eyebrow raised just a little.
Dom could see her watching him over her glass. He was trying not to notice, trying not to think about how gorgeous she was. He was a taken man even if Holly was being a bitch. He sighed and focused on his own drink, downing the rest of it and pushing it forward as the bartender walked over. He ordered another and let his eyes flick to the blonde woman, then to her lips as they touched her glass. He could feel his hair stand up on end on the back of his neck and he had to shake his head a little and refocus as the bartender returned with his drink. He paid for it and took a sip, glancing away from the bar and from the woman.
It annoyed him that even having eye-sex with someone else made him feel guilty when Holly was out spreading her legs for anything that walked by. The thought only made him more angry, more annoyed. He growled low in his throat and let his eyes go back to his drink.
The lull in sound between songs meant that Katya heard that low growl. God, that was hot. She forced her eyes down to her glass, goosebumps rolling down her spine at the sound. It made her leopard stretch and arch inside of her, made it feel like there was fur on the inside of her skin, and every strand of it was standing on end. When Coop came over again, she ordered another drink for herself. And one for the cutie at the end of the bar. She laughed when he asked her which one. “The broody-looking alpha wolf,” she replied in her husky, honeyed tones. “Who looks like he wants to crush that glass with his bare hands.” Someone was frustrated. And she was more than happy to help with that. Damn.
Dom looked up as Coop sat the drink in front of him. He hadn't ordered one so he was a little confused. At least until he was told who the drink came from. His eyes flicked to the pretty blonde once more, fingers curling around his glass again as he concentrated on not shattering the fucking thing. He knew better than to do what he was about to do, but he collected his drink after downing the one he'd been working on before and headed over to the woman. There was guilt washing through him, but it was floating on the liquor he'd been drinking so at least it wasn't as bad as it would have been on an empty stomach. "Shouldn't I be the one buying you the drink?" he asked as he sat down beside the woman.
Hunh. That had worked quicker than she thought. Smirking just a little, she turned towards him on the stool, crossing her legs in an entirely practiced move. Her mother had asked her to ‘dress nicely’ for dinner. Wear a nice sweater and heels. So she’d done just that. Of course, her sweater was leopardprint, the skirt a high-waisted black leather pencil skirt, and the heels made her legs go on for miles...but her mother couldn’t in fact say that she hadn’t dressed the way she’d been asked to. She’d known she’d need to go out and relax after dinner, and she’d dressed accordingly.
“I don’t know,” she answered, tilting her head a little as she smirked at him. “Think i might have been waiting a while if I’d left it up to you....” And as if the tall, dark, and handsome thing wasn’t enough...he had an accent. A totally hot accent. Katya liked. Katya liked a lot. Her cat was practically purring at the thought of getting closer.
She had a point. She probably would have been waiting forever if she wanted him to make the first move. He was a man with a girlfriend. He shouldn't even be letting his eyes flick down her blouse, but he was a man before he was anything else and it was difficult not to. Especially in the current mood he was in. Holly's extracurricular activities had put a damper on their sex life, to say the least. On top of being angry, he was pent up and frustrated. And well on his way to tipsy. Spectacular.
Even the fact that she was a feline of some sort wasn't deterring his wolf. If anything it just made the inner beast want to chase her around something, tear her clothes off and...
He shook his head a little and forced the thoughts away. "Guess I'll have to repay the favor on your next drink then, bella." And there he was, getting too fucking comfortable. Calling her things he shouldn't be calling her. "You got a name?"
Katya hid a smirk behind her glass as she caught the scent of him, arousal growing thick in the air before he tamped it down. Eyes heavy, half-lidded, she set her glass down, licking her lower lip as if chasing a few errant drops of bourbon. The toe of her shoe rested against the back of his calf, stroking gently. “I’m tempted not to tell you, dorogoi moy...” she purred. “If you keep calling me ‘bella’.” Yes, she knew exactly what it meant. Whether he knew Russian or not, was a different matter. She swirled her glass gently, ice clinking quietly as she looked at him, her eyes slowly moving down from his eyes, over full lips, taking in the broad shoulders. He really was gorgeous. Maybe there was something worth paying attention to in this crappy little town after all.
He didn't speak Russian and had no clue what she was purring at him but he really didn't give a fuck because it sounded sweet on her lips, drenched in honey practically, rasped out like some gorgeous secret to life. The toe of her shoe was distracting him. A lot. Even through the fabric of his jeans it felt nice. The most physical contact he'd had in weeks aside from an annoyed peck on the cheek or a brief try at a hug. He smirked a little at her words, turning his head towards her just a bit. "I'll probably keep calling you bella whether you tell me or not," he told her truthfully. "It's fitting."
Katya ducked her head, a pretense at shyness, as she smiled. “Then I already have my money’s worth for that drink,” she said, gesturing to the glass in his hand. “Compliments, and the company of a handsome man. More than worth the price of a drink.” She picked up her glass again, taking a generous sip, sighing at the burn of the bourbon as she swallowed. Her leopard was practically demanding she show off, that she make herself as appealing as possible.
It didn’t matter that he was a wolf, and not a cat. She wanted him. Katya hadn’t had sex in months, hadn’t had sex with another were in much longer. She missed the roughness of it, the freedom. She didn’t need to hold back, didn’t need to worry she might break whoever she was with. And the thought of being with a wolf like this guy, strong and dominant? Oh yeah, that worked for her.
She didn't have to try and make herself appealing. She could have been wearing a paper sack and hair curlers and his wolf would have still been stalking back and forth inside of him, making his body feel tense and giving him all sorts of 'you shouldn't do this in public' urges. Watching her drink from her glass certainly wasn't helping him behave or keep his thoughts in the G rated spectrum. "What brings you to the bar tonight?" he asked her, flicking his eyes to the woman, down her body to her legs and back up again, drinking her in more slowly than he had been drinking his drink. "I'm sure you could be having a lot more fun elsewhere."
Katya practically purred as he looked at her, feeling his gaze on her body almost like a caress. She slowly uncrossed and recrossed her legs, making no attempt to hide the fact that she was getting turned on, just from the way he looked, the way he smelled. Her thoughts were definitely heading down the NC17 path. “Is that an invitation, moy volk?” she murmured in the same husky tones, her fingers slowly tracing the rim of her glass. She was certainly inviting him to - well, to do pretty much anything he wanted with her.
His nose twitched, eyes darkening briefly, then bleeding to gold. He had to shake his head to make them flick back to their original color. It wasn't fair. It wasn't right that she could just pull his wolf out like that, make it so fucking difficult to hold the beast back. He'd never had to worry about that sort of thing with Holly. Maybe that was the problem. He never worried about hurting her because his wolf was never all that interested. But this woman, his wolf definitely had an interest in her. And whatever sort of feline she had dwelling inside of her surely seemed to want his wolf just as badly. "If I wasn't somewhat spoken for, it'd be more than an invitation," he told her, voice more husky than he'd have liked it to be, accent much more thick.
Katya’s blue eyes were starting to bleed to a pale silvery-gray. It was less noticeable, and considering the company in this bar, she made no effort to force them back to their human color. She leant forward a little, taking a sip of her drink, her eyes on his the entire time. The fact that she’d made him lose control, made his eyes shift...yeah, she was smug as all hell about that.
What he said next quashed that feeling hurriedly, like a bucket of freezing cold water poured over her head. Fuck. Of course he had a girlfriend. Looking like that, in this town, he probably wasn’t single for more than five minutes. But then, he was sitting in a bar, alone, looking brooding and angry. She quirked an eyebrow, making a show of looking over his shoulder. “That’s funny,” she said, looking back at him, her eyes still cool gray. “I don’t see anyone trying to stop you.” The husky tone of his voice, the thicker accent, were both conspiring to make her forget all about propriety. She wanted him, and not even him having a girlfriend was going to stop her.
No, Holly wasn't there. She was probably shacked up with whatever guy kept leaving that smell in her house. It made him growl again and he finished off the rest of his drink. "Shouldn't matter if she's here to stop me or not," he pointed out, trying his best to remind himself that he wasn't that sort of man. His wolf didn't give a fuck. "Never been the type to cheat," he admitted. "I'll admit that I'm fucking tempted."
“Mmm, that much I can tell,” she admitted, pouting just a little. Just her luck, to find the one hot guy in Duskwood. And then find out he wasn’t single. And wasn’t the kind to cheat. “Figures you’d be a good guy, as well as hot as hell and unavailable. My luck’s just not that good.” Thinking for a moment, she stood on the edge of her chair, leaning over the bar to grab the pen and pad of paper out of Gabe’s breast pocket as he poured a row of shots in front of them for someone further down the bar. He just arched an eyebrow at her, and shook his head as he walked away.
Scribbling down a name and phone number, she tore it off the pad and folded it neatly into quarters. “If things don’t work out,” she murmured, “call me.” She tucked the paper into his breast pocket, using the leverage to tug him forward a little, pressing her lips to his. And yeah, that really wasn’t going to help her behave. He smelt even better up close. Growling softly she forced herself to pull back, picking up her coat off the stool and shrugging it on. Giving him one last (slightly frustrated and longing) look, she picked up her drink and drained it, before turning on her heel and walking to the door. She was going to leave with at least a little dignity, damnit.
Yeah that didn't fucking help. He was trying his damnedest to be a good guy, trying to not give into temptation but when it was thrust upon him, practically drenching him from head to toe, it was hard to refuse. The feel of her lips, soft against his own, the smell of her and most of all that little growl that escaped her all rolled into one deliciously tempting little ball. Then she just collected her things and headed for the door. He blinked after her, dumbfounded, unsure of what to do. He weighed his options as he paid for his tab and got to his feet, his wolf leading him more than the man as he followed her out the door.
His fingers went for the slip of paper, her name scribbled on it so at least he'd know what to call out. As he reached the parking lot, he tucked the paper into his pocket again and glanced around. "Katya?" he said, eyes panning the spaces until he saw her. "Hey, wait."
Katya was heading towards the street, trying to decide if she wanted to stop by a 7-11 for some self-pity food, or whether she just wanted to go home and write the whole damn night off. She certainly wasn’t in the mood to go to another bar, not when the only guy she’d been attracted to in months was unavailable. Her head snapped up as she heard a voice call her name, looking around. She honestly wasn’t sure whether his following her was a good thing or not. She stopped though, wrapping her coat more tightly around her body as she waited for him to catch up.
Dominic wasn't even sure that he should be trying to catch up. It was a bad idea. It was wrong. But that spark, the flicker, the eagerness that his wolf seemed to express towards being close to the woman wasn't something that he thought he could ignore. So he walked towards the woman until they were close enough to have a private conversation. Probably too close considering that she smelled a lot fucking better without the mixed smells of the bar surrounding her. "Look," he began, swiping a hand through his hair and heaving a sigh. "I wanna be a good guy, I do," he told her. "But things between me and my girl haven't been good in a long time and... fuck," he muttered, growling in annoyance at himself. "I know if I just let you walk away, I'm gonna be ready to rip someone's face off out of sheer frustration. So you wanna get some coffee or something?"
“No,” Katya answered honestly, taking a step closer, head tilted back as she looked up at him. “I wanna take you home and see if you fuck as good as the way you smell promises.” She stared at him unflinchingly, not even caring how he reacted at this point. She was tired, frustrated in every possible way, and he was torturing her with every moment he stood there. “But I also have no plans to help you cheat on your girlfriend.” She tilted her head to the side a little, looking up at him. “If you decide you want me more than her, then great. Tell her that and we can go back to my place right now. But I will not be the other woman. Tempting as you are.” She blew out a breath, shaking her head. “And you really, really are.”
The sound he made was strangled. The sound he usually made when he reached that peak of arousal and things started getting messy. He thought briefly that those words might have resulted in a similar effect and almost reached down to check the front of his jeans for dampness. Jesus. "Tempting doesn't even cover it," he told her, eyes searching hers, bleeding back to that golden color again, bright in the darkness that surrounded them. "Right now I think I want a lot of things more than her," he admitted. "Been holding onto a whole lot of nothing as it is."
Holding on to the remaining scraps of her self-control, Katya bit back an answering purr at the sound he made, swaying a little towards him. Reaching up, she grabbed a handful of his shirt, tugging him down and kissing him hungrily. She bit harshly at his lower lip, purring loudly, her eyes flashing in the darkness, pale gray as she pulled back, panting softly. “Call her,” she growled. “Break things off and you can take me home and do whatever you want with me.” Maybe it was a little early to be giving the guy ultimatums, considering she didn’t even know his damn name, but she wasn’t in the mood to be sensible.
He felt more drunk off of her kiss than he'd felt off of the few drinks he'd had. Usually he wasn't the sort to take kindly to ultimatums or orders of any kind for that matter but this was an order he didn't really mind following. He'd thought about breaking things off with Holly for a while now but the demand was enough to push him in that direction. So he nodded a little and leaned in to kiss her again, sliding his hand around her small frame, tugging her body against his own. He'd call. Eventually. Right now he just wanted to keep touching her.
Katya melted against him, sliding both arms around his neck as she kissed him back. She slid her fingers into his hair, tugging gently as she deepened the kiss, tongue lazily exploring his mouth. She purred throatily, a low moan lost against his lips as she arched her back, pressing more tightly against him. “God, please tell me you drove here,” she murmured, breaking the kiss.
The sounds she made, the purrs, the moans, even the way she arched her back had his wolf begging to be let loose. Dom growled when she pulled back from the kiss but at least it wasn't to say she couldn't do this. "I drove," he told her. "Truck's over there. Your place or mine?"
“Yours,” Katya answered firmly. “My roomate’s a nosy bitch.” It was temporary, just until she saved up enough money to find her own place. Right now she had to put up with living with the most boring, nosy woman in the world. She really didn’t want her seeing them together. Not when he was still sort of seeing someone. She slowly pulled away from him, her hands sliding down his shoulders, his chest. God, he was fit. She could tell that even through his shirt. This was going to be fun.
“So,” she said, tilting her head. “Now you know my name, moy volk...” she smirked, just a little. “I still don’t know yours.”
Good, that meant he could at least spend the night and most of the morning curled up with her in his bed and not on some bed too small for him. The horrors of being tall. He didn't want her to pull away but feeling her fingers on his chest was a good enough parting gift so he managed to hold back the disappointed noise that threatened to spill out. "Dominic," he told her. "Dominic Romero. Come on, snowflake, let's get out of here."
The nickname made her start a little, looking at him curiously. She didn’t say anything, though. She had been calling him ‘my wolf’, after all, even if he couldn’t understand her. “Dom,” she said, sliding her hand round his arm. “That definitely sounds like a good idea,” she said, letting him lead the way to his car, chuckling softly at the size of it. Yeah, that was going to be interesting to get into. Especially considering she was wearing a leather pencil skirt that was tight all the way down to her knees.
He knew she was a feline, but had no clue what sort. He called her snowflake mostly because of her pale skin. Almost as white and pure as snow. But she didn't ask so he didn't elaborate. Instead he led her to his truck and opened the passenger door, smirking a little at her. "Need some help up?" he questioned. He was definitely patting himself on the back for having his truck lifted.
Ah. Now it made sense. She smirked at him, sliding her arms around his neck as she nodded. “Yeah, some help would be nice,” she purred huskily, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder. She couldn’t help it; her leopard was so close to the surface, demanding and needy. She wanted to claim Dom, make sure no other woman would come anywhere near him. She was hoping he’d call his girlfriend, break up with her on the way. But if she was honest, she wouldn’t stop even if he didn’t. She wanted this too much. Wanted him too much.
He couldn't help but smile a little when she rubbed her cheek against his shoulder. He thought he was the only one that did that sort of thing. He lifted her up pretty effortlessly, settling her into the truck and kissing her once more before pulling away reluctantly. He'd call Holly before they got too serious, too involved. Right now though he was too focused on getting her home, seeing what was underneath that tight skirt. Once she was settled, he shut the door and headed around to climb into the driver's side. He'd gone to the bar expecting to drown his sorrows and ended up floating on cloud nine.
Katya purred throatily into the kiss, mewing softly in complaint as he pulled away. She took advantage of the few moments alone as he walked around the truck, taking a few deep breaths and smoothing her hair back from her face. It’d been a while since she’d done this. Even longer since she’d reacted to someone this strongly. Hell, she couldn’t remember her leopard ever acting up like this around a guy. She slid off her shoes, curling up a little in the seat, the leather of her skirt creaking as she shifted. “Nice ride,” she murmured as he got in, smirking a little.
He tried to resist the words that wanted to come out but it was a futile attempt. He chuckled a little and shook his head. "If you think this is a nice ride, just wait til we get to my place." Okay, so he had an ego. Sure he might have shitty relationships but the one thing he knew how to do plenty well was be a good lover. He was Italian, it ran in his blood. He knew well and good that it was his jealousy that ended up ruining things. His eagerness to please his lover, to provide for them was less important apparently when every male that looked at them funny got a growl or grumble from him. He turned the key in the ignition and pulled out of the parking lot, heading off in the direction of his house. He felt guilty, yes, but he'd call Holly. He owed her at least that. Okay, no, he didn't owe her anything, but he did owe it to Katya not to make her the other woman.
She laughed throatily, shaking her head a little. Yeah, she’d walked straight into that one. “I’m gonna hold you to that,” she purred, sliding her coat off her shoulders. She didn’t really need it, now they were in his car. And it just covered up things she was more than happy to have him looking at. “How far away is your place?” She asked, shifting closer to him, resting her hand on his thigh.
It was difficult to concentrate when she was touching his thigh. Difficult to think about anything but the way that her fingers felt even through the jeans he was wearing. "Not far," he assured her, glancing over at the woman and flashing her a crooked grin. "In a hurry, baby? I should probably let you know that if I get my way, this could take all night."
That made her laugh again. He had an ego. It wasn’t a bad thing, just as long as he could follow through on it. It didn’t seem like bravado, though. “Oh yeah?” She purred, leaning in to kiss his neck, catching his earlobe between her teeth and tugging gently. “Good thing I don’t have to work tomorrow. Because I plan on tiring both of us out, baby....” She slid her hand up his thigh a little, fingers tracing his inseam slowly towards his crotch.
He let out a soft groan when her teeth caught the tender flesh of his ear. Yeah, she could keep doing that. He swallowed down arousal as her fingertips slid towards his crotch. "I should probably call Holly," he breathed, fumbling with the hand not on the wheel to try and get his phone out of his pocket. He felt a little guilty. Okay, a lot guilty. That didn't mean he intended to stop her movements though.
She rested her chin on his shoulder, sighing softly. “She your girlfriend?” she asked, her hand slipping away from his thigh. Not because she was pissed off, but because she didn’t want to distract him. Not when he was making that call. It wasn’t going to be easy, no matter how shitty the relationship was. Breakups never were. She purred softly, soothingly, nuzzling her nose against his cheek gently before sitting back in her seat, looking out the window. Might as well give him a pretence of privacy, after all.
"Yeah," he said, nodding a little. Or at least she was for now. It wasn't going to be easy, but he knew it needed to be done. It had needed to be done for a while now, even without Katya's presence. The woman beside him only made it more clear that he shouldn't have been with Holly as long as he had. So he finally got his phone in his hand and found her number, dialing it and figuring the woman wouldn't even answer. She did though and he sighed after the needed greetings and salutations. "We need to talk," he muttered gruffly, thinking now that he probably should have done this in private. Holly immediately started bitching, asking what could they possibly need to be talking about. "I can't do this bullshit anymore," he told her. "I think we need to call it quits. We should have called it quits a long time ago. It's over. It's been over."
Katya winced at the shrill voice on the other end of the phone, the fact she immediately started bitching to Dom. Yeah, this relationship was definitely over. Jesus. She looked out the window, trying to seem a little less like she was listening in. She couldn’t exactly avoid it, but still. It was definitely killing the mood a little. She shifted, tugging her skirt straight, leather creaking slightly as she moved.
As if the bitching wasn't bad enough, the crying that came next was worse. "Yes, it is because of the bullshit cheating, Holly. I'm not stupid. My nose isn't broken, I know what some other guy's cock smells like when it's not my own. Stop lying about it and just get over it. If you really wanted me that badly, you wouldn't have been cheating in the first place." There were more whimpers and barely recognizable words and he sighed again. "It's over, Holly. We're done. Pack up whatever of mine is at your place and I'll do the same and you can mail it to me." Anything to avoid having to deal with her face to face. She tried to argue but he got tired of dealing with the crying so he just said goodbye and hung up the phone, tossing it into the glovebox. Yeah, way to ruin the mood. "Shoulda done that before I walked into the bar," he muttered.
Katya was starting to think this whole thing was a bad idea. Clearly he was going through shit with his girlfriend - well, technically his ex, now - and she really didn’t want to deal with baggage. Hot as he was, and good as the sex would likely be, she wasn’t sure it was worth it. She didn’t answer his muttered comment, resting her knuckles against her mouth as she looked out the window, elbow on the edge of the doorframe. “Sure you wanna do this?” She said, after a short pause. The only thing worse than him backing out now, would be them getting back to his, getting into it, and then him backing out because he felt guilty. She didn’t need that shit. If she wanted a guilt trip, she’d phone her mom.
Dom looked over at her as he pulled up to a stop sign, frowning a little at her question. He didn't blame her for asking it. She might have acted like it wasn't a big deal that he'd had a girlfriend at the time but she was still a woman who no doubt had feelings. She hadn't wanted to be the other woman, but did she want to be a rebound? He sighed and pulled away from the stop sign, still en route to his house a few blocks away. "Look, Holly and me have been on the fritz since we started dating. She's been cheating practically the whole time and I've been giving her the benefit of the doubt. It just took you being close enough to me to feel that spark, that connection, to realize that there never was one with Holly. I'm a werewolf. My wolf is fucking bored with Holly. It was safe to stay with her, easier than being alone. But you...," he shrugged a little. "My wolf isn't bored. He wants to chase you around just so he can catch you. I've never really experienced that sort of thing before. Wanting someone that badly, both man and beast." he shrugged again and shook his head. "Even if you are a feline."
If they’d started having sex in the backseat of his car, she likely wouldn’t have asked the question. But the drive was giving her time to think, and time to think meant she was being logical, instead of thinking with her libido. Did she want him? Of course she did. She had eyes. He was gorgeous, and he seemed to be a decent guy. She’d be a fool not to. But it was one thing to catch a guy on the rebound, and quite another to be the reason he’d just dumped his girlfriend over the phone.
She couldn’t help but laugh a little at his explanation, shaking her head. “I’m way more kitty than you can handle, mutt,” she teased. It was amusing though, that he didn’t seem to know just what she was. “And here was me thinking I was being obvious, wearing this sweater...” she gestured to the leopard print sweater, turning to face him a little more. “I’m a snow leopard,” she elaborated. “My parents emigrated here from Russia before I was born.”
Time to think sucked. Taking one final turn onto his street, Dominic pulled into his drive and killed the engine, turning his attention more fully to Katya. "I'm pretty sure I can handle you," he told her, flashing her a grin. "Even if you're a bigger kitty than I was expecting. Guess 'snowflake' was more fitting than I realized." Which amused him. Unfastening his seatbelt, he climbed out of the truck and made his way around to the passenger side, pulling the door open and looking in at her. "So, moment of truth," he said. "You still wanna do this or should I just make us some coffee?"
Katya shifted, turning in the seat and sliding out of the car elegantly. “I’m not sure,” she said honestly. Oh, who was she kidding. She wanted him. Badly enough that he could likely smell it. But it was a hell of a lot more complicated than the situations she usually found herself in. Looking up at him, she shook her head. “Fuck it,” she muttered, grabbing him by the nape of his neck and tugging him down, kissing him hungrily. “Sex now,” she murmured against his lips, “coffee and recriminations later.”
He could smell the arousal, yes, just as thick in the air as his own. Had she decided that she didn't want to turn things more physical than they'd already been, he'd have put a stop to things at the first word but she didn't. She grabbed him and kissed him in a way that made his toes curl and his skin tingle. Yeah, he liked her plan. "Sex now," he agreed, slipping his arm around her waist and tugging her up from the ground, closing the door of his truck and heading towards the front of his house with her still held in his grip.
Katya wrapped her arms around his neck, tight skirt stopping her from sliding her legs around his waist, clinging onto him. But considering he was pretty much holding her up with one arm, it wasn’t really a problem. “Fuck, that’s hot,” she purred, nipping at his lower lip, tugging on it gently with her teeth. A cold gust of wind made her squirm a little, pressing more tightly against him as he got the front door open. She wound her fingers in his hair, tugging gently as she kissed him, a loud purr rolling in her chest.
There was something to be said about a woman he could easily move around. He tended to go for smaller women, easily moveable, petite little things. Katya was probably the most attractive woman he'd ever seen and a part of him thought he was batting way out of his league. The way she was purring and nipping at his lower lip telling him how hot just picking her up was though? That boosted his ego a great deal. He fumbled with the keys, taking the moment to kiss her again as he felt for the right one and pushed his door open, tugging the keys out again and dropping them on the table inside the door before stepping through and closing it behind the pair of them. "You're hot," he told her as he pressed her back against the door. "Skirt's gotta go, snowflake," he murmured. "Wanna feel your legs wrapped around me."
“Then you need to give me a little room,” she teased, smirking as she kissed him again, more softly. She kicked off her heels, sliding the zip down on the back of her skirt, pushing it down over her hips and letting it fall to the floor. Standing there in black panties, a skimpy black top, and the leopard-print cardigan, she arched an eyebrow at him. “Anything else you want me to take off?” She said, fingers playing with the buttons on her sweater, leaning back against the door.
He let her go but he didn't move far. He wanted to watch. Seeing more skin exposed as she slid the skirt down had his heart thumping away violently in his chest. "Everything," he told her, his tongue flicking out to dampen his lips as his eyes wandered over her form. His fingers slid to the buttons on his shirt and he undid each one of them blindly, eyes never once leaving her body, not wanting to miss a single exposed inch.
She unfastened her sweater slowly, one button at a time. Shrugging it off her shoulders, she let it drop to the floor behind her, never taking her eyes off him. Every inch of skin he exposed made her wetter, more eager. She was almost aching for him. It was ridiculous. She’d never felt like this before, not about any guy. But Dominic had her feeling completely helpless to do anything but kiss him, touch him. Wrap herself around him and never let go.
Wetting her lips, she tugged her shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside. Down to her underwear, she looked at him invitingly. She unfastened her bra, slid the straps down her arms, holding it against her front demurely as she did so. She looked at him through her lashes, smirking just a little as she dropped the bra, and hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties. She edged them down, bit by bit, teasing him.
He lost focus about the time she lost her top. His fingers were still on his buttons as she slipped out of her bra and her panties, pale, perfect skin exposed completely to him. Only then did he finish undoing the last button and pull his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor behind him, not too much concerned where it ended up. She wasn't the only one aching. He wanted her so badly that it felt like trying to hold back a wild beast. In a way it was just that. He could feel his wolf gnawing inside of him as he got rid of his shoes and socks. "Bedroom is down the hall," he told her. "You've got about two seconds before I give chase."
The fact that he’d lost track of what he was doing was both amusing and flattering as hell. Smirking, she stepped out of her panties, leaving all her clothes in a pile on the floor, right in front of the door. “Is that a promise?” She purred, her eyes bleeding to stormy gray. Shifting to her cat form, she bounded down the hall, flicking her tail at him as she disappeared out of sight behind his bedroom door. She leapt up onto the bed, sprawling out across it, her head on folded paws. Her tail twitched gently at the tip, impatient and eager for him to join her.
Oh she was fun. He grinned as she rushed off down the hallway. It took only a couple of seconds to finish removing his clothes and shift into his wolf form, following after her and growling teasingly at her once he reached his bedroom door. He was playing, of course, but chasing her around the room certainly wouldn't have been a negative way to spend the night. But she was a huge kitty and he wanted to get closer, to touch her, to rub his fur against hers. So he padded across the floor and hopped onto the bed, nuzzling her head with his own.
Katya sat up when he bounded into the room, her tail wrapping around her front paws as she watched him, unblinking. She purred when he nuzzled against her, rubbing her cheek against his, brushing her fur against his. Shuddering gently, she shifted back to human form, dragging her hand slowly down his side. “Mmmm, still handsome,” she purred, petting him. He was gorgeous like this, too. But he wasn’t what she wanted, not right now. “What’re you going to do now you’ve caught me, moy volk?” She asked, lying back, sliding her hand down her front, teasing him.
No, the wolf would have to take the backseat while the man had a little fun. He growled a happy little growl before shifting back and sliding his own hand down her front to meet hers. "I plan on ravishing you," he told her, eyes fixed on hers as his fingertips delved lower, slipped between her thighs to teasingly ghost over her sensitive flesh. "By the feel of you, I don't think you mind my plans."
She sighed, shivering softly as his fingers teased over her stomach, down between her legs. “Not at all,” she breathed, her eyes lazy and half-lidded as she looked up at him. She parted her thighs a little further, rolling her hips up against his hand. She slid her fingers slowly up his arm, teasingly soft. They skated over his shoulder, up his neck and into his hair, resting at the nape of his neck. Tugging him down, she kissed him hungrily, growling softly. “I’m not going to break,” she murmured against his lips. “Throw me around if you want to, I can take it. I can take anything you’ve got.” It was a promise and a challenge at once.
His wolf perked up at the challenge. Hell, so did the man. He found himself subconsciously comparing her to Holly and watching as Katya wiped the floor with the other woman. To say she was a boring little thing in bed would have been an understatement. He was always worried about breaking her, being too rough, hurting the girl in a way that wouldn't be reparable. But Katya was different. Katya could take any punishment he gave her and that alone was enough to have him groaning softly. He hooked his arm around her waist and rolled them over, his back against the blankets beneath them. "Scoot up," he told her. "I wanna make you scream a couple times before I start tossing you around the room."
“Just a couple?” Katya joked, eyeing him approvingly as he encouraged her to move up. She knelt over his face, leaning a hand on the headboard, the other sliding into his hair. The first touch of his tongue against her had her groaning softly, her head falling back. “That’s it,” she purred, rocking her hips gently against his mouth. God, it had been far, far too long since someone had done this to her.
He'd spend the rest of the night like this if she wanted. Especially if she kept purring and throwing her head back like that. And the view was fucking spectacular. The underside of her tits just as gorgeous as the rest of her, the look on her face, flushed with arousal enough to make his cock twitch. He growled against her flesh, taking the silent cues her body gave him as to what she liked and what she didn't, tracing her folds with his tongue, lapping up every drop of her sweetness.
The growl worked for her. The growl definitely worked for her. It rolled through her body, making her gasp, pressing her body down, rocking against his mouth. His smug manner earlier was turning out to be entirely justified. “God that feels good,” she gasped, her hand tightening in his hair, tugging his curls. “Fuck, right there...” she wasn’t shy about giving direction, especially not when she was close to coming after just a few flicks of his wickedly talented tongue.
Dominic didn't mind taking direction. She could give him all the instruction she wanted, that was just fine by him. It helped to make him a better lover, helped hone his skills perfectly for Katya. He groaned against her skin, the sound morphing into a growl as he slid his tongue inside her again, curling it against her inner walls, eyes on her face, watching every flicker of emotion.
Katya cried out as he slid his tongue inside of her, his low growl vibrating against her, muscles quivering in response. “God, fuck, Dominic...” she gasped, looking down at him, biting down hard on her lower lip as she whimpered. His ex was clearly a fucking lunatic, if she’d been cheating on him. Her eyes were still catlike, silver-gray as she looked down at him, letting out a low, rumbling murr. She was already close, her thighs tensing as she arched, ground her cunt against his mouth. Screaming his name, she nearly tore a handful of hair out as she writhed on top of him, her vision almost whiting out.
Any thoughts about his ex weren't in his head anymore. Not now. Not with Katya writhing against him, screaming out his name and pulling his hair like a wild woman. Yeah, he definitely needed to date more weres. Or at least fuck more of them.. Or hell, just fuck Katya more. That worked for him. He groaned as she ground herself against him, his own eyes glinting golden. His hands gripped her ass, fingers splayed out on the delicate curves of it. She had a great ass and he'd have said as much but he was pretty fucking busy at the moment. He wanted to let her ride out her climax, let her keep crying out his name as he lapped up every drop of her arousal.
Practically whimpering, Katya slumped over, leaning heavily against the headboard, her thighs still twitching a little, hips rolling as aftershocks sparked through her body, leaving her nerves tingling. She shifted off of Dominic, flopping onto her back beside him, wriggling a little as she stretched lazily. “God I needed that,” she murmured huskily. She was hoping they were just getting started, but even if she went home now, at least she’d gotten a damn good orgasm out of it.
Wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, he groaned softly, appreciatively. "I think I needed that too," he admitted, rolling onto his side and slipping his arm around her waist and pulling her body against his. His lips found her neck, gently kissed her tender skin. "You sound so perfect," he breathed out huskily. "Never heard noises so sexy." Enough that he wanted her even more now knowing what she sounded like than he had only moments before.
Katya purred, letting her head loll back, sliding one arm around his neck. “Mmmm, I can tell...” her fingers slid down his neck, over his chest and stomach, fingers curling around his cock and stroking gently. She kissed Dom lazily, licking the taste of herself from his mouth, purr getting louder, throatier. “Think you deserve a reward for making me feel so good,” she breathed, nipping at his lower lip. “What do you want, gorgeous? My mouth or my cunt?”
He growled against her mouth. "That's an unfair question," he whispered. "Tough decision. Hard to choose when both sound pretty fucking spectacular right about now." But he wanted her. His cock was practically solid in her grip and as she slid her fingers over it, he rocked his hips against her touch. "I think maybe I'll save that gorgeous mouth for later," he breathed. "I wanna feel you." Reluctantly he pulled his hand away from her so he could reach for the side table, collecting a condom from the drawer in it. "Knees, kitty cat," he whispered as he caught her mouth again. It was time to let the wolf have a little fun."
She shivered in response to his low, wicked growl, letting out a soft, aroused mewl. God, he was hung like a horse. Guess the stereotype about Italians was true. Definitely not something that she was going to complain about. She watched as he rolled away, grabbing a condom out of the nightstand. Kissing him as he moved back she got a little distracted, and it took her a moment to roll onto on her stomach. She looked over her shoulder at him, tossing her hair out of her face with a wicked grin. And then waggled her hips for good measure as she knelt up in the middle of the bed.
Watching her tease him like that was torturous and delicious all at the same time. Seeing her body spread out for him like that, her ass in the air and that wicked little grin. Yeah, he could get used to this. "Might wanna hold onto something," he smirked as he tore the condom open and slid it into place. One hand on her hip the other slipped between her thighs and teased along her slit. She was still wet, still practically dripping. Fuck that was nice. He teased her with his hand for a moment, leaning forward to kiss a trail from the middle of her back up to her neck. "Think you can handle a wolf, kitty cat?"
Katya laughed but did as she was told, reaching out and grabbing hold of the headboard. She bit her lip eagerly as she heard the foil packet rip, growing wetter with anticipation. His fingers on her made her groan, canting her hips back, tilting up towards his hand, his touches. His question made her chuckle, ducking her head as he kissed up her spine, baring her neck. “Oh I know I can,” she purred. “The question is, can you handle me?” She rocked back against him, eager and ready for him.
That made him smirk even more as he slowly slid his hand away, wrapping it around his cock and teasing the tip of him along her folds. His lips parted and he caught her neck with his teeth, enough to hold her in place but not enough to break skin. He'd become practiced in keeping control of himself, of keeping his wolf from dancing too near the surface. He growled low in his throat, the sound almost muffled against her flesh as he pressed into her, hilting in one fluid movement that pushed her closer to the headboard. Fuck he'd needed that and the growl of approval that left his lips said as much.
Katya hissed as she felt those teeth on her neck, shifting under him even as she bowed her head further, stretching out her neck for him. The struggle was more for show than anything else, proof that she wouldn’t submit. She moaned loudly as he thrust into her, tilting her hips up. “Oh yeahhhhhh...” she murmured huskily, fingers curling into the headboard, her nails darkening, lengthening into wicked claws.
The hissing, the bit of struggle she put up and the husky tone her voice took had Dom becoming more and more aroused. It was as if she knew everything he wanted in a woman, every little movement that he would have begged for if he thought it would have helped. With Katya he didn't have to beg. She came through in fine fashion on her own. One hand slid up her side, over her arm and to the headboard, holding it for leverage as the other caught her hip and he picked up a slow but forceful pace. Pulling his mouth back from her neck he kissed to her shoulder, eyes wandering over the profile of her face. "You can be as loud as you want, snowflake," he murmured. "Yowl for me."
His thrusts drove gasps from Katya, bracing herself a little more firmly, pushing back against him. “Then I guess you should make me wanna be loud....” she teased, reaching back with one hand to slide fingers through his hair, tugging. “C’mon, moy volk. Make me scream...” He was perfect. He was driving her fucking insane, and she was loving every second of it. She’d have to phone her mom and thank her for dinner; if not for that, she’d never have ended up at Asylum, never would have run into Dominic in the first place.
If she wanted him to make her scream, he'd make her scream. He picked up the pace, thrusting more firmly, more quickly, pushing her body forward a little with every thrust he gave. He nipped and sucked at her skin as best he could with her moving body, grunting and growling with each thrust of his hips. "Love it when you call me that," he whispered, assuming it had something to do with wolf because it sort of sounded that way. He really didn't care about the translation because it sounded good and got a reaction out of him that no other woman had ever even danced close to. "Fuck," he groaned. "So fucking tight."
Oh yeah, that was it. Groaning, she tugged a little harder on his hair, tilting her head to the side so he could nip at her throat, her neck. He was lucky he was out of reach for the most part, or she’d be clawing him up good. As it was, her fingernails were leaving scoremarks in the headboard. She could feel her leopard practically screaming inside of her, aching for more. “Harder,” she purred. “I’m not some little human bitch who’s gonna break if you breathe on her too hard...”
Dominic growled louder when she gave him that challenging purr. No, she wasn't human. She wasn't going to break. She could take whatever he gave her, probably more than that. So he gave her what she wanted sliding his other hand away from her hip and moving it up to the headboard. The newfound leverage helped him get more force behind each thrust and he picked up the pace, pushing himself closer to the edge. "Such a good little kitty," he breathed, nipping at her neck, at her throat. "Taking that cock like a champ."
Katya yowled, bracing both hands against the headboard, grinning. The expression was more like a snarl, a wicked shudder running down her spine as she moved under him. She purred at his praise, her eyes slipping half-closed. “Hard not to,” she breathed, “when it feels so fucking good....” she moaned louder, tilting her head back against his shoulder, rubbing her cheek against his. “Fuck me, gorgeous, c’mon.....”
He kept up the quick and harsh pace, groaning when she urged him on. How could he argue with a request like that. "Oh I'll fuck you," he told her. "But you're the gorgeous one." That was an understatement if there ever was one. She was fucking exquisite. Spectacular. The most gorgeous woman that he'd ever seen. Just having her close to him was a privilege, having her in his bed, being able to be inside of her, well that was a miracle.
Moaning his name, Katya writhed under him. “Flip me,” she gasped, a wicked shudder rolling down her spine. “Wanna see you when I come.” Not that this wasn’t good...it just wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted to wrap herself around him, wanted to see the look on his face when he came inside of her. He was much nicer to look at than the headboard, after all.
He liked that gasped out request. The way they were was just fine but truth be told he wanted to see that pretty face when he came. Wanted to feel her body twined around him like ivy on a fence post. So he pulled out reluctantly, jerked her away from the headboard and flipped her over, immediately settling between her legs and pressing into her again. "Fuck," he growled. "Yeah, I like this better," he admitted in between thrusts. "Like seeing that gorgeous face of yours... and being able to do this," he added, leaning in and kissing her hungrily.
Even though she’d asked for it, she still whined when he pulled out, tugged her back from the headboard. She wound her legs and arms around him, crying out when he pushed back into her, a wicked shiver running down her spine. Tangling both hands in his hair, she kissed him back, biting and nipping at his lower lip. One hand slid down his neck, claws scratching at tan skin, down over his shoulders and his back. She was close now, every thrust drawing a ragged gasp from her, soft mewling cries filling the air.
He growled against her mouth, sliding his mouth down to her neck parting his lips and pressing his teeth against her skin as he picked up the pace and the force. He wanted her screaming. Wanted her crying out his name and writhing in pleasure. "Come for me," he growled against her skin, biting her flesh again. His hand pressed against the blankets beneath them, the other sliding up and into her hair, tugging at the blonde strands.
He got that scream as he picked up the pace again, Katya lifting one hand to push against the headboard, to push back against him. She yowled loudly, screaming as she jerked and shuddered under him, her thighs clenching tight around his ribs, muscles spasming around his cock. Head flung back, her eyes were closed as she came, wave after wave of sensation rolling over her, crashing into her. She cried out again and again, her nails digging into his back hard enough to draw blood.
The scream was enough to push him to that edge and the clench of her muscles as she sunk her nails into his skin shoved him right over it. He couldn't remember a time when a woman had made him come so hard. He growled out with his release, his hips jerking against hers over and over again until he was spent. He was thankful they'd not broken the damn bed in their sexcapades. It was a damn miracle if he was really being honest about it. He shivered a little as he wrapped his arms around her body and curled in against her, too spent to move.
Katya purred throatily, still panting softly for breath as she nuzzled at his cheek, wound tight around him. She stroked his head, fingers sliding through his curls, petting him as she continued to nuzzle at his cheek, his jaw, purring louder. In case it wasn’t obvious, Katya was a very, very satisfied kitty. Going to Asylum had definitely been the right idea. “Mmm, I think we both needed that,” she murmured after a moment. He certainly felt a hell of a lot more relaxed than he had done in the bar.
Relaxed didn't even begin to cover it. Dominic felt boneless. Weightless. The boulder that had been held on his shoulders was gone and for the first time in a long time he finally felt as though nothing really mattered. He wasn't worried about anything but holding onto Katya, feeling the warmth of her body against his own. He didn't want to move but he knew he was going to have to. So he reluctantly took the time to hold the condom in place and slip out of her. He got rid of the condom, returned to the bed and pulled her body against his own, pressing his lips against her forehead. "I think I definitely needed that," he agreed, words whispered against her skin.
Curling up against his side, Katya purred, her eyes closing as he kissed her forehead. “No regrets?” She murmured, resting her hand on his chest. He had literally just broken up with his girlfriend, after all. She wouldn’t blame him if he was having second thoughts. No, okay, she would. But she’d know it wasn’t entirely fair to do so. She slid her leg over his as if to pin him in place, going limp and heavy, half on top of him. Post-sex Katya was even more feline than she was normally, including the insistence that no one move if she was comfy and being petted.
"Fuck no," he told her, sliding his fingers upwards over her back, slipping them into her hair and stroking the soft strands gently. "I don't know if you were here just now but that was fucking fantastic. I don't regret any of it. Not a bit," he promised her. Yeah, he'd just broken up with his girlfriend, but truth be told he hadn't really been in the relationship with Holly for a while now. They might have had the title, but there was something missing and had been for quite some time. "Besides, I'd be stupid to regret getting a chance with a gorgeous woman like you. I'm gonna start counting my lucky stars instead," he smiled.
Katya purred, ducking her head as his fingers slid through her hair, baring the nape of her neck to his touches, the slow sweep of fingers. She rubbed her cheek against his shoulder, her eyes still closed as she scented him, made damn sure everyone knew he was hers. It didn’t have much of an effect in human form, but it still made her leopard feel a hell of a lot better. “Sure I’m not the lucky one?” She asked, muzzily. “Gorgeous guy, hung like a stallion, great in bed, and you pet me afterwards? Starting to think I must’ve fallen asleep after dinner, and dreamed all this...”
He couldn't help but grin as she stroked his ego. What guy didn't like being told he was amazing in bed and hung like a horse? Dominic certainly didn't mind it, not in the slightest. He continued to stroke her hair and leaned a bit to kiss the top of her hair. "You're not dreaming," he promised her. "And if you liked it that much, guess we'll have to figure out a repeat performance," he smirked. He wasn't going to expect that she'd call him again, but he'd definitely be giving her his number and she already knew where he lived.
“I’m sure I remember something about you keeping me up all night....” she purred, lifting her head enough to kiss him, sucking gently on his lower lip. “And I definitely owe you a blowjob...” Sliding the hand on his chest down, she curled her fingers around his cock, stroking slowly. “So how about we grab a shower, and get started on that?” The thought of having to move didn’t fill her with joy...the thought of a hot shower, and more sex? That was definitely motivation enough for her.
He smirked. "Oh I intend to keep you up all night," he assured her, grinning at the woman until the grin slipped into a groan of approval as her fingers wound around his cock. "I think I like this plan," he breathed, leaning in to catch her mouth in a long kiss. The night might have started out fucking awful, but it turned out pretty fucking awesome. He certainly had no complaints and the night was definitely looking as though it would continue to be spectacular.