Forbidden Encounters

Jessica's hand traveled downward toward her navel, running her hand lightly against the cotton turtleneck. She pulled it up a bit, resting her hand over the actual navel, circling it with her middle finger before slowly trailing it up to her breasts, grateful that the bra she wore opened in the front.

She moved to her left breast, her nails lightly running over her skin as she fondled it only once before reaching her rock hard nipple, circling it tenderly. As she pinched it, she bit her lip. While she caressed it between her fingers, her other hand traveled south, going under panties and to her mound. She circled her finger in the curls before going lower and stroking her nether lips.

She was aroused and the wetness that now lies on her finger was proof of that, heat pouring from between her thighs. She bit her lip as she made her way to her hooded clit. As she started to stroke it, she let out a small moan. She hadn't felt this way before; she's never done this before, especially after the pack in Pennsylvania.

Her other hand left her nipple and followed its pair. Boldly, she rubbed her free hand's pointer finger against her folds gently. Darer still, she pushed her finger into her wet hole, gasping a bit at the new sensations and past shyness started to melt away. She rested there for a bit, trying to get use to the invading digit before she started to rub her clit and thrust her finger into herself slowly.

As she continued, her eyes started to glow; her wolf was there with her. Her eyes fluttered shut, hearing the man's voice—being the only thing other than his arms that she knew—echoed through her, making her pump and rub faster, earning another moan, but she bit her lip to hold back the carnal sound.

More.

She tried to put another finger in, but feared that she would break her maidenhead, so she instead rubbed directly onto her bare clit, making her scream out, almost yelp in the slightly painful, yet delicious feeling. She sped up more, feeling something welling up inside of her. Pushing herself as far as she could go, she thrashed her head to one side as her heart beat rapidly, her body heaving at each breath, and her inner walls contracted against her finger as she arched her back and let out another scream as she came hard, her wolf letting out a howl of the same intensity in her mind. Her body shuddered with sexual high, this feeling new and glorious.

Yet...

Her wolf wasn't sated. She still wasn't sated. She wanted him. She wanted him to touch her, to caress her breasts, kiss her body, suck on her clit, take her body, thrust himself inside her waiting pussy, and mark her as his, forever and eternity. She wanted him to...she wanted him...she wanted...

She wanted?

She sat up on her elbows weakly, panting, and logic filled her mind again.

She couldn't.

She shouldn't want. She's not allowed to. It wasn't her place. She fell back on the bed, the deep sense of sadness and realization dawned on her. A lone wolf can't want, it focuses too much on the harsh and lonely world; the sole focus is survival on a day-to-day basis. Even in a pack, in her position...she would only be allowed to have something if the Alphas allowed it, acknowledged it. Even someone as special as a mate. Still, deep inside her, she and her wolf couldn't help it. And the dreams only got stronger every night.

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Jessica came out of her daze and jumped a bit, realizing she filled the coke pitcher pass the brim. Luckily for her, Kathy hadn't noticed and was waiting on another customer. She took in a deep breath, trying to get rid of the images that both haunted and captivated her mind. She backed away and headed to the tables that need them. At that moment, the café door opened.

Wolves.

Jessica sniffed the air only slightly, and her mind started to fill with panic, and her body stiffened in fear. She swallowed hard, and every inch of her being except for her outer shell shook. Her wolf whined in the back her mind, knowing that now would be a good time to leave and get as far away as possible.

Taking in another quick—a little too quick—breath, she smelt there were at least four of them. All of them male and definitely stronger than her. "W-where had they come from? I-I-I hadn't scented any wolves before...!" She thought to herself, keeping herself busy as to not draw attention to herself.

Too late.

She could hear them sniffing the area when they breathed, and out of the corner of her eye, she felt their gaze focus on her. She dare not look up. She dare NOT look at them. After she took the current table's order she turned, trying not to walk too quickly, but not too slowly so they could see her legs shaking in utmost dread and uneasiness.

As she walked behind the counter and placed the order down, Kathy came from around, carrying empty plates. Jessica gulped and cleared her throat before approaching her, "Um, Kathy?"

"Hm? What's up, hon?" Kathy stopped and looked at her, not catching her nervousness. Good.

"W-when is my shift over?" Jessica tried to keep the fear out of her voice and keep the politeness in.

"Oh," Kathy put the plates in the sink before coming back before her, looking at her wrist watch, "Well...we don't close for another half-hour..."

"Please," Jessica caught herself from sounding hasty, "I-I have some important things to do. I'm still looking for a stable place to live." That was the truth, but at the same time, underlying was the fact that she was looking TO live.

Kathy stared at her for awhile in uncertainty, thinking about it. She then huffed out a sigh through her nose, "....Fine."

Jessica felt relief and her chest seemed to relax a bit of the tension she knew she had, "Thank you so much—"

"But before you go, please serve those gentlemen over there. Thanks, hon."

Kathy pointed at the very objects of her despair.

Before Jessica could opt for a way out, Kathy had passed her and left already to clean up a table. Jessica's lips quivered and her body shook. She wanted to cry, she was so afraid. She was going to die. Not here in the café maybe, but she was definitely going to die. Why had she not followed her wolf's instincts—again—when she left Cheyenne and just made her way to Texas?

"P-pourquoi, Déesse de la Lune?" She thought to herself, trying to fight the dread and tightness in her chest as she turned and walked toward them in the calmest and most human way she could.

Who was she fooling?

If she could smell them, they could smell her. It was obvious that they had. There were indeed four men sitting down at the table. The one of the edge that was facing her looked up at her first, his light brown eyes absolutely serious, making her wolf whine again, but she did her best to maintain composure.

The one that stared at her first was a blonde, and even with him sitting down, she could tell that he was a big guy. Taller than the other three? No. Taller than her 5'6" height? Most definitely.

The one next to him was a brunette and taller than the blonde, but though he didn't look like he carried a lot of brawn on him, he looked like he could kill her himself if she gave him the chance.

The other two had light brown, almost dirty blonde, hair and from what she saw, they looked thicker in muscle than the other two; the one that sat closest to the window looked like he'd be the strongest of them, and would most likely be the leader.

Either catching the blonde's gaze or sniffing the air—neither really mattered—made all of them turn their attention to her, their eyes seemed to burn into her skull, ready to eliminate her, this unfamiliar female.