60. Men of the Ferrari pack.

Elena.

Mr. Deangelo’s torso pressed gently against my back. He rested his chin on my shoulder, ran his hand up the side of my face and then gently turned it to mirror his. My lips automatically connected with the softness of his. Almost immediately, his urgent but tender tongue found its way into my mouth. Our lips massaged each other’s and we exchanged saliva whilst melting into a deep and passionate kiss.

One of his hands slipped into my towelling robe and begun to caress my breast. My nipple hardened as he rolled it between his fingers. In fact, both my nipples could cut through diamonds. The fact that my back was to him, made it even sexier. It wasn’t long before the tension got too much and I had to face him so I swung around and straddled him. His hands barely left my breasts as I took control of the kiss.

With every rotation of his tongue in my mouth, my hunger for him increased. I leaned back and allowed him to continue fondling my breasts. I watched his hands move with purpose and when he introduced his mouth into the equation, flutters erupted in the base of my tummy. He licked and sucked my nipples with so much lust. A fire raged in the depths of my increasingly wet pussy as his hunger for my bullet like nubs forced them to stand firmly to attention. He moved between both breasts with yearning and purpose. It was intense.

The excitement was building. His soft lips pushed up against mine and our tongues tangled like laces. I yearned for more. Moving quickly, I rolled over and faced away from him. He raised my leg and pushed his hips between my thighs. I felt his cock at my wet entrance. Slowly, he eased into me.

I could feel my inner walls opening, taking him deep inside me. I gasped as he pulled back out then thrust into me. The feeling of him filling me was like no other. My mind went blank. A deep heat began to burn in my loins. He spread my thighs open and began to thrust into me more forcefully. My breasts heaved up and down as his tongue devoured my mouth. We were reconnecting in the way I had so desperately yearned for all these weeks, the sex romantic in every way.

My painted toes danced in the air as he thrust into me. Over and over again, our bodies crushed together, his powerful thighs slapping against my soft skin.

He slowed down, then sped up, then slowed down then sped up again. His tempo kept me on the edge. I cried out as he drove into me deeper and deeper. Then he stopped, and slid off the bed. His head moved between my legs, his lips finding my soft folds. I moaned as he held my hips in his hands and licked me furiously.

I dragged my fingers through his hair, pressing him to me. I could feel myself growing wetter and wetter. His tongue was relentless. My heels pressed against his shoulders, digging into him. I needed him so badly. His hand moved up my belly, pressing me down into the soft bed as he continued to lick me. The teasing was simply too much to bear. I pulled him toward me, begging with my eyes for him to enter me again with his cock.

He did not need to be asked twice.

Pinning me down onto the bed, he drove his cock back into me as deeply as he could. My body shook as he worked his long shaft into me. I moaned with the delicious pleasure, yet still I needed him in me even deeper. I pushed myself up and turned around, then offered my back side to him. He took hold of my hips and drove his cock into me from behind, hitting me so deeply I could only gasp. He pulled me toward him then reached around and cupped my breasts. He held me to him, my back pressed against his chest as he remained deep inside me.

Then we paused, taking a moment to breathe, I waited for him to continue but my eyes fluttered open instead as I looked around my room and realized that I had just had a wet dream about the alpha. I got off the bed feeling incredibly dirty for even dreaming about Mr. Deangelo in such a manner. It was very early in the morning and when I checked the time, it was just one in the morning. I decided that I needed to get into a cold water so I would not end up sleeping and having such a raw dream about my boss, it seemed too real and embarrassing.

I could not find it easy to sleep after I had a cold shower so I just decided to go have a swim in the lounge downstairs instead, my head needed to be cleared after all. After changing into my swimsuit and then putting a robe over it -because God forbid that I meet someone on the way there, someone like the man in my wet dream- I went down the stairs to use the swimming pool.

The pool was dimly lit when I got there so I could barely see a thing until I was almost at the water. Werewolves had pretty excellent night vision because of their wolf abilities but since my wolf had been dormant inside of me, I was as good as a human, so I noticed way too late that I was not alone.

Someone was at the other end of the pool, completely submerged in the water, with only a head floating on top, it almost looked like it was just his head floating on the water with no body. When the other part of his head decided that it was time to come up, I discovered that this person was actually Luca. His eyes were closed and he stayed like that for a while.

I was torn between staying and simply leaving, not wanting to disturb his quiet moment but also needing to use the pool myself. I decided o just to leave because this man does not exactly like me at all and I was so not in he mood to be glared at but all of a sudden, Luca opened his eyes and our gazes clicked.

He began to rise from the water and I found myself being mesmerized by this action that seemed like it had been placed on slow motion, I was also enthralled by how silver his eyes were, signaling his wolf was just somewhere beneath his skin, but then my eyes left his face to wander to his body and I gasped in outrage as I realized that this man was completely naked.

“Oh, for Pete’s sakes, what is it with the men of the Ferrari pack and being stark naked!” I mumbled to myself as I marched back to my room angrily, trying to forget what my eyes had yet again just seen and it took a few hours before I could fall asleep.

Mr. Deangelo took the kids to school again the following morning while I was slightly irritated by the fact that everyone kept treating me like i was a fragile egg that should not be allowed to fall and break all because of my frequent episodes these days, well, all except Sofia of course.

I had even joked about been able to lift my hands and eat my food myself and Camilla had immediately offered to spoon feed me, and I looked at her like she must be out of her darn mind while she shrugged saying she was only trying to take good care of me.

I decided to just go for a run even though Camila and her mom was strictly against it, saying that I needed to rest some more, I did not heed to them as I busted out of the house into the woods to do what I wanted.

I was just beginning to work up a sweat when Luca suddenly showed up and began to run with me. I was flustered by his attention and also due to the episode that had happened between us the previous night, “What on earth do you want, Luca?” I asked and instead of answering me, he ran ahead of me and then turned to run with his face turned to me while running backwards

”What do you think you are doing right now?” I asked again and he again refused to say a word which frustrated me even more

“I am sorry but I am not up for any of your sick games right now!” I snapped at him as I came to a halt. I then walked back to the house to take a shower and cool off, although I could not help but wonder what had come over Luca.

“What was his deal with me these days?”