Harley~
I strip my clothes piece by piece, and everything hits the floor as a thrill shoots through me. For a human, Ben is incredibly passionate and a little kinky. Upon entering my bedroom, I find him as naked as I now am, lying in my bed with a long-stemmed rose in his mouth. He threw back the sheet, revealing his already erect manhood.
Ben levels me with a heated gaze as he strokes himself slowly, "I've got something for you."
"That I can see, you bad boy."
Crossing the room, I take the rose from his mouth. After giving it a sniff, I set the bud aside and straddled him on my bed.
"No handcuffs tonight, Mr. District Attorney?"
I moved my hips, back and forth, rubbing my cilt and folds along his shaft and licking his lips. Ben's hot tongue enters my mouth and dances with mine. He has me wet as water and moaning his name as I submit my neck to him eagerly.
"We will have to use yours, detective, unless you want me to go back down to the car." Ben's voice rumbled in my ear as he nibbled on my lobe.
"Outside is not where I intend for you to go!"
Pushing up on his chest, I braced myself and tossed my hair over my shoulder. Ben's hands find my ass. He squeezes me before spreading my cheeks and running his fingers along my crack from top to bottom.
"Benjamin, are you trying to seduce me?" I asked, looking down at him.
He gave me a cocky wink. "Harley, I am always trying to seduce you."
Ben urged me to raise my hips. I did, and he guided his head to my core. One fast, deep movement took him into me. That's how Ben likes it! Now he's calling my name between our heated kisses while I am riding him like a broke horse, with such force that my tits are flopping up and down against my chest, causing me to moan. Ben's hands come to meet them, and he cradles my breasts and teases my nipples between his fingers.
With the support for the girls, I continue to drive him into me, greedily taking every inch he offers. Still, I want more. The wolf in me craves bigger, harder, faster, and I pursue the need for fulfillment. When the impact of my orgasm surged within me, I felt my claws threatening to protrude from my skin as Rae tried to emerge. I push her back, removing my hands from his chest and throwing my head back as my eyes go black. That would be hard to explain.
Ben turns me over, he pins my hands above my head, and slow strokes me as deep as he can go.
"Is this what you want?" He asked me huskily.
I wrap my legs around his waist and push down on his back, raising my hips into him.
"No, harder!"
Ben starts faster and thrusts more forcefully as I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on. When his rhythm stops and his dick pulses within me, I tighten my core to let him ride out his pleasure. Ben likes that too; he groans as his cum runs down my asscrack. He collapses onto the mattress beside me, taking me into his arms.
Ben kisses my forehead. "I have something else for you."
"Already?" I gave him a gurrr and pinched his nipple.
He grins like the cat that ate the canary, leans over the bed, grabs his pants, and pulls a little black box out of the pocket. Oh, holy hell! My face lost its color as I recognized straightaway what it was. A deer caught in the headlights, fighting for its life, had nothing on me! He sits back up and opens the box.
"Harley Gibson, will you be my wife?"
I stared blankly at Ben, looking between his face and the beautiful pear-shaped diamond he'd revealed. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Again, I closed it and swallowed hard, closing my eyes, trying to get a grip!
"Benjamin, I can't marry you," I breathed.
"Why not, Harley? I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life showing you how much."
My heart breaks as tears stream down my cheeks. "Ben, I don't return your love." He is now looking at me in disbelief, which makes it all the worse. "I never will; it isn't you, it's me." I quote the oldest cliché in the book, but only in my case is it true.
Ben pushes away. "So you have been using me all this time?" His accusation stung. "Did you believe you could further your career by sleeping with the Commissioner's son? Is that it?"
"Not at all, no."
Not knowing what else to do and hoping it would help, I got up from the bed, but I still feel as low down as a snake's belly. Short of unleashing the beast within and showing Ben why we can't be together, there was nothing I could say or do to make this any better, and that was not an option. Instead, I drop my eyes to the floor.
"I am sorry, Ben."
"That is not good enough, Harley, not this time!"
My bedside phone rang, and I realized my cell was in my pants on the living room floor. Since I have no life outside the department, I know who it is. Saved by the proverbial bell, I thought as I picked up the cordless receiver.
"Yeah, Captain."
"Harley, we have another floater, Santa Monica Pier. The call came in from a hysterical mother whose ten-year-old found the body by the amusement park."
"I am on my way, Captain."
"You need to hurry; the press will be all over this."
Tossing the handset on my bed, I dashed out of my bedroom to retrieve my clothes from the living room floor.
"I have to go," I told Ben from down the hall, beginning to dress faster than I thought was possible. "Duty is calling."
"If you leave now, Harley, I'll be gone when you come back."
I came back down the hall, fastening my shoulder harness and securing my Glock in place.
"Ben, if this were another time and place, I would happily agree to be your wife, but it isn't."
Without another word, I turned on my heel and fled my crime scene.