mona hadn't found the words to explain to him the truth of where she disappeared to for a week each month. how could you tell someone you had just started seeing that you literally changed species with the full moon? no. as much as she knew something started with a human couldn't last, she wasn't interested in traumatizing him in the process.
so despite the big, blue, pouting eyes she had to face month after month, she still found herself showing up at his door. against her better judgement.
"miss me?" she smiled as soon as he opened the door, hoping that he wasn't upset this time, but knowing that wasn't possible. "i got caught up with some other things." she tried to talk past the expression on his face, but it felt like she had kicked a puppy.
this was exactly why whatever had been happening between them wasn't a good idea. guilt wracked through mona, and she wished that she could offer him a better excuse this time. "can i come in?"
good at it or not, mona didn't want him to have to keep waiting around for her. she wanted to tell him everything that she had hid, wanted to be able to come back after her shift without the heavy guilt. he deserved someone who was there. he didn't deserve to have to be good at waiting.
she didn't take her eyes off of him, breath skipping as his hips lift up from the couch, pressing further into her hand. "oh, baby." her voice was low and mocking, wrapped in an adoration that she couldn't hide anymore. she wanted to take from him, but just as badly she wanted to give to him. her hand tightened around the base of his cock, trying to figure out a way to use her hands to show what she couldn't say.
she stroked him once, slow and firm, thumb swirling over the leaking head as she watched his face twist with pleasure and it hit her low in the gut, feeding the feral thing that lived under her ribs.
ruin me. ruin me. ruin me.
his words echoed over and over in her head and she couldn't deny him any longer. he had waited long enough, so patiently and always so perfect for her.
the thought hit her hard as she sank down onto his cock, taking him to the hilt in one smooth, greedy motion. a broken moan tore from her throat at the stretch, as how perfectly he filled her, and how it slowly broke apart the guilt she felt. she couldn't hold onto it when he was looking up at her like that; her eyes clenched shut for a moment to avoid his gaze that ripped her open.
she rolled her hips slowly at first, deep and deliberate, grinding down on him so she could feel every inch. her hand tangled in his hair, possessive, holding him in place, while the other braced on his chest, nails digging into his chest hard enough to leave crescent shapes in his skin.
she leans in, forehead pressing against his. "you've been so good for me. so patient." she whispered against his mouth, voice husky and rough with lust. she kissed him hard, tongue sliding against his as she started riding him faster, the sound of skin on skin filling the room around them. "i don't want you waiting anymore, baby." she didn't want him to, but didn't know if she could be honest enough with him that he wouldn't have to anymore. the promise came out anyways.
she leaned up - rising until just the tip of his cock was inside her before slamming back down, taking him as deeply as she could. her head fell back for a second, a low feral sound vibrating in her chest as pleasure sparked up her spin. she clenched around him on every downstroke, biting at his collarbone, heat shooting up her back at the struggle to not break skin, to bite him and turn him into a wolf, to keep him forever as hers.
her free hand gripped his jaw, tilting his face up so she could kiss him again, deep, messy, and claiming. she poured everything into it. the guilt, the hunger, the terrifying realization that she didn't want to keep leaving every month. "fuck me like you mean it." she growled into his mouth, echoing his own desperation back at him. "fill me up, baby."
it was strange to see generosity look so expensive. everything glittered - chandeliers, the dress that was clinging to her curves, the champagne glasses, diamonds sitting cold against women's throats, silent auction tables lines with things no one in the room actually needed, but seemed too willing to overpay for. even the smiles looked polished and sparkly with a practiced til of the head and the careful little laugh. she hated it a little. she hated that she fit in so well, practiced laughter along with a group of people old enough to be her grandparents and an attitude problem that left no room to be taken advantage of.
mona was working - technically. she had a notebook tucked into the smallest handbag known to man, a running list of names in her phone, and three different reminders from her editor that all basically said the same thing. get the clothes, get the quotes, get the mood. easy enough, in theory. she was just gathering color for a digital recap, tracking who wore what, making note of the best looks, and maybe pulling together something short for the app if the night produced anything interesting enough to justify it.
it wouldn't, unless vogue wanted six hundred words on rich men explaining philanthropy or a quote from woman dressed head to toe in archival prada about the importance of giving back while wearing earings that could have funded the entire youth program twice over. she made a note in her phone that said great dress. impossible quote. ask photo team for full length.
by the time she made it to the edge of the of the ballroom, she was desperate for air and something stronger than champagne, but her eyes find someone huddled alone in a corner that her editor had been set on getting a quote from. she didn't get it, frankly, and she said as much approaching him. "what's so special about you? why is my editor convinced you're the only interesting thing here?"
