The hardest decision

Emma’s POV
They finally left. I felt exhausted and drained. Oscillating between happy and furious. Happy that a gorgeous man wanted me and furious that he was making decisions for me. Never again, I think.

The brandy has gone to my head, so I feed the cats and head to bed. Collapsing face down, I am quickly snoring.
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I spend the first part of the week avoiding even thinking about Peter, and spending as much time as I can with my girls, Jo, Sam and Rosie; and my boys Romeo, De Niro and Spot.

By Wednesday I feel ready to start to explore my feelings about it all. I feel a pull towards Peter, and adventure; but my family... to never see my granddaughter grow up… to not walk my daughters down the aisle if they decide to wed… to not be there if they need me… to not be there to protect them goes against everything I am.

I wonder if I could take the cats with me if I go? But would that be fair on them, surrounded by dogs… Actually do werewolves like cats? And I am not talking as a snack.

I am drawn strongly in both directions, and there is no one I can talk to about it, hell I daren’t even write it down to help marshal my thoughts.
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Seeing him at the ParkRun tugs at me. I find myself literally wanting to throw myself into his arms. Not like me, usually I am very reserved. I don’t chuck myself at him, but when I touch his arm, it is electric.

What the actual fuck has got into me I wonder. I hadn’t realised how tense I am either, it is like I have been holding my breath all week.

We run together, slowly, like we are both holding onto the moment. We chat about non consequential things, the weather and work.

We finish the run, and as I turn to leave Peter summons me back with a word.

‘Em’

‘Yes’

‘I was wondering…’

‘Yes’

‘... would you like to come to see Skindred with me… tonight?’ He looks hopeful, and tired, like he hasn’t been sleeping properly.

I clap my hands excitedly, like a 12 year old girl, rather than a woman who won’t see 45 again. ‘I would love to, I love Skindred’

‘I’ll pick you up at seven’ he grins at me, making my heart flip.
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As promised, my wolf in human clothing picks me up at 7pm, and we head to the O2 in town. The queue to get in is long and the place is crowded. Peter looks uncomfortable. I pull him close, kiss him, then whisper ‘Thank you.’ Clearly he has been looking at my playlist to find something that would appeal to me.

The opening act Collateral are pretty good. Then Skindred hit the stage and the whole place is jumping… quite literally to some songs… I am living in the moment; the music flowing through and around me.

The set finishes, I am breathless, sweaty and slightly aroused. I always think rock music is a tribal sound, like war and sex, the beats of a drum.

The house lights hadn’t come up yet, so there is still the encore to go. I turned to look at Peter and his eyes are glowing. I placed my hand on his chest and his arms sweep round me and drag me into his warm embrace, as his lips crash down against mine.

Our bodies pressed against each other, I can tell I am not the only one who is aroused.

‘Emma,’ he growls. ‘Can we get out of here? I have a room booked round the corner.’

My eyes go wide… does he now! ‘Yes,’ I whisper, and we escape as the band starts up again.
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The hotel is modern, with lots of shiny black surfaces. While Peter checks us in, I am naughty. Running my nails along the bare flesh of his arms, and fondling his fine taut ass. The receptionist looks away for a moment and I am being ‘punished’ with a scorching kiss. The kiss continues, deepening, him growling, me panting and whimpering.

‘Err, excuse me, your key’ the receptionist ventures finally.

I look at him dazed, and confused. Then remember where the hell I am… Oops. Peter snags the key card and we head to the lifts. We start necking in the lift, like a couple of teenagers, I don’t even notice which floor we are on, when he lifts me up bridal style, carrying me to the hotel room door and through it.

Although the room is poorly lit I can see my surroundings clearly.

Peter lowers me to the bed, following me down and crushing my lips with a passionate kiss.

I run my fingers down to his waist band, then up to his shoulders under the black t-shirt that has been taunting me all night, displaying his taut hard abs.

His hands are under my t-shirt, unclasping my bra, I moan as his thumb brushes the sensitive nub of my erect nipple.

Wordlessly we both sit and remove our t-shirts, my bra entangled in mine. My eyes are drawn to his chest, not overly hairy, but enough to hold his masculine scent.

‘Emma, you are so beautiful’ he growls, his eyes flashing violet as he eye-fucks me, before lowering his mouth to my breasts, capturing a nipple with his teeth.
God that feels good, I shiver in response, arcing towards him a fire lit in my belly and I know I am wet, very wet.

I move my body against his writhing, grinding my sex against his jeans, feeling his dick harden and twitch.

His fingers trail lower, popping the button on my jeans and unzipping them. His hand slides into my pants; searching for and finding my hot moist core, then rhythmically rubbing on my clit.

‘Pe-ter’ I moan. My fingers shake as I reach for the fastening of his jeans. Impatiently he withdraws from me, shedding his jeans and boxers… standing in the moonlight a beautiful god. His dick slicing through the darkness, massive and hard.

I swallow loudly. It has been a long time, I am worried if it will fit and wonder if all werewolves are so well hung.

He stands over me a moment before grabbing the waistband of my jeans and pulling them and my knickers off in one smooth movement.

I am laying there naked and open. He crawls up the bed, between my legs until his cock is rubbing against my clit.

‘O-oh god Pe-ter,’ I gasp. ‘that feels amazing… just pl-ease be gentle’

The question is in his eyes. ‘Over ten years’ I whisper. Comprehension dawns.

He strokes my face, his hands then sweep down, as his lips meet mine and he plunders my mouth again.

I feel his hand move his dick aside, as he gently inserts a finger inside me. In and out, his thumb caressing the pulsating bundle of nerves that is my clitoris. I am writhing, trying to increase the contact. A second finger joins the first, pushing in, a sensation I have never felt before joins the pleasure from my clit…. Oh my god I think he just found my G-spot…

His lips leave mine, as he asks for permission. I am a panting mewling mess, but I want this. Now in this moment I want this man to make me a woman again.

He moves his hand, and positions himself at my entrance.

‘Yes, yes, now,’ I beg him.

With one smooth thrust he is inside. He pauses a moment as my body adjusts to him, clamping tightly on his manhood. Then he begins to move.

I grab him clawing and scratching at his back. Moans and growls escape our mouths as we both seek our climaxes. His hand squeezes the deep hickie on my thigh and I am there… spinning in flashes of brilliant light, fireworks exploding in my brain, my core spasming around him, my thighs shaking, my voice screaming…

‘PEEEEE-TER’

His face contorts and he is tipped over the edge. I can feel his cum filling me, thick and plentiful. He collapses to the side so as not to squash me, and we both lie there as our bodies relax, cooling rapidly in the night air.
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I wake before dawn, beside me Peter is sleeping. My heart is filled with love and pain. I know I love Peter, but I love my family too, and he is asking me to choose. Tears start to form. I blink them back, and steel myself.

I know what I have to do. I sneak out of the bed, redressing in yesterday’s clothes, then slide silently out of the door, and make my way downstairs to reception.

‘Do you have a pen and paper I could use please,’ I ask the receptionist. ‘I need to leave my friend a note.’

She hands me some paper and a pen, I scribble the note, tears streaming down my face, blurring my vision, staining the paper. When it's done I give it to reception to hand to Peter when he comes down.
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**The note**

Peter,
This is the hardest thing I have ever done.
When you read this I will be gone, you deserve someone better than me, and I can’t leave my family, they are my world.
Sorry that I am such a coward I can’t do this to your face, just believe me it is better this way
Don’t try to find me.
Love always
Emma xxx

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Then I flee into the early morning city, with the clothes I wore last night, my phone, some cash and a will to disappear.