An uncomfortable dinner

Emma’s POV
The kiss lengthened and deepened… we headed backwards towards the seating area, our tongues dancing.

I am falling through the air, landing heavily onto a large low sofa, Peter follows me down… we land side by side… our lips only separated for a few moments... it feels like an eternity…

As I fall he pulls at my tunic style top, freeing it from the waistband of my skirt, giving his hands access to my top half. I shudder slightly feeling his slightly rough hand brush my skin… I arch my back pressing myself into him.

His lips leave mine, trailing kisses down my neck and over my collarbone, I feel so hot, a fire has been reignited within me. I fumble for the buttons I missed earlier… peeling his shirt off his chest.

He pulls my top off in one smooth movement… the feeling of his hard flesh against my softer skin feels amazing. I rub myself against him, wanting his scent on my skin, and mine on his. He kisses me gently and runs his fingers down over my ribs.

Peter hisses as his eyes are drawn to the large bruise that marks where my ribs were broken. He moves down to thoroughly kiss the area… I inhale sharply… oh my who would have thought being kissed better would be so damn erotic.

I writhe under him, ‘P-peter,’ I moan softly. ‘Ple-ease.’

‘What do you want kitten,’ he asks softly, looking up at me, his eyes dark and predatory. ‘Tell me.’

A wave of sparks spiral out… I catch my breath for a moment… unable to speak both from the intensity of my arousal, and a sudden shyness.

‘Emma,’ he demands, his voice husky. I know he can smell how aroused I am, how much I want him.

He strokes the mark on my thigh, ‘Uh... uh... uh… I want you, I want you now Peter… I want you buried to the hilt in me…’ I am gasping for breath, my voice is throaty. ‘It’s been too long… I don’t want to wait anymore…’

His dark eyes flash violet, and I feel claws shredding my panties… my skirt is up around my waist like a belt… my heaving breasts are still confined by my bra…

He moves away from me as he rips off his own trousers, I mewl in distress… then he is crawling up the sofa, kissing up my legs as he comes… I separate them to give him easy access to my dripping core… his tongue licks over my mark… and I can feel myself teetering on the edge of a white-hot orgasm… I pull at him…

‘I want you… in me… w-hen I cum,’ I beg him, then squeak. ‘I’m close… so close.’

He tortures me slowly moving up my body, kissing and nipping… he gets to my boobs, and my bra goes the way of my panties… his mouth lowers over one nipple, one hand pinching and tweaking the other.

The room is filled with my moans and pleas… a mini orgasm rocks my body… I don’t think I have ever been so ready for a man.

‘Look at me,’ he demands. I open my eyes, and his gaze captures mine, I couldn’t look away if I wanted too, as he twists and lifts me… impaling me on his hard cock, as I now sit astride him.

‘Ride me, my queen,’ he commands.

I place my hands on his chest and lift myself along his firm silky dick, before plunging back down along its length. I rock back and forth along his length, every stroke rubbing my clit against him…

I feel my orgasm overtaking me, I am screaming his name, my rhythm gone, so he takes over… rocking me back and forth along him… extending in the waves of pleasure flowing through me, until he tips over the edge… thrusting as far into me as he can… shooting his cum up inside…

I collapse across him… Happy, sated, sweaty and a little tired.

Peter strokes my hair with one hand, his other holding me close, caressing my back.

‘That was epic,’ I tell him. ‘You are amazing, and I still can’t believe you are mine.’

‘You better believe it, kitten.’ I can feel his smile.

We lay there a while longer, enjoying just being with each other, a quiet intimate moment.
…
I must have dozed off, the sun is setting, and the room is beginning to darken. I sit up on my human mattress, and my stomach growls.

Peter looks up at me, and laughs… ‘I think we better get you fed,’ he glances across at a wall clock. ‘Dinner is in an hour if you are up to people, or we could get some sent up, I am pretty sure there is nothing in our kitchen at the moment.’

‘I can’t hide here forever,’ I tell him, tracing patterns over his chest with my fingers.

He grabs my hand and kisses it. ‘If you want to eat dinner, I suggest you go get a shower and get dressed,’ he growls. ‘Or the only thing on my menu is going to be you.’

I squeal and blush as I jump off him, and run upstairs to the master bedroom, where I am sure I will find a bathroom.

On finding the bathroom I shower off the sweat, and gratefully grab a big fluffy bath towel that someone has stocked the bathroom with and wrap it round me, as I have left my bags downstairs.

I walk into the bedroom and see my bags. Peter is a star, I think to myself, rootling around for underwear, black slacks, and a clean tunic style top. I dress and tie my hair back, styling it into a loose messy bun. Slipping on ballet flats I think, I hope that dinner isn’t too dressy.

I bound downstairs to find my Peter in the living room, his hair damp from his shower. Clearly, he used another bathroom, dressed in black trousers, and a deep blue shirt, which complements his eyes.

I walk over and snuggle into him, and he pets my hair for a moment.

‘Are you sure you don’t want to eat here,’ he grumbles. ‘I only just got you to myself.’

‘No, I am not sure, but I don’t think this is going to get easier if I leave it.’ I sigh.

‘C’mon then, let’s get this over with,’ he leads me to the door, I take a deep breath, and march through it to face the pack.
…
Peter doesn’t lead me to the main staircase but cuts along different corridors, going down and across, then back on ourselves, then down some more.

We eventually emerge into a large busy room filled with tables. There is a large hot buffet style serving area, and I can see people of all ages grabbing plates and helping themselves. We join the queue.

When we get to the front there are large platters covered with a choice of meats, chicken, pork, beef, lamb, turkey and gammon; dishes loaded with mashed, roast and boiled potatoes; there are carrots, cabbage, peas, brussel sprouts, cauliflower, broccoli and a couple of other vegetables I don’t recognise. Peter helps me load my plate, and then leads me to a table on a small platform overlooking the hall.

Already seated at the table are Felicia, Barlas, Jess and Onan. I look round and spot Griffin and Decebal sitting elsewhere in the hall.

Peter encourages me to dive straight into my food, which I do, while trying to take in the scene before me.

There must be over two hundred people eating here tonight, and the noise is unbelievable, but slowly it quiets. I see people notice me and nudge their neighbours. There is pointing and whispering.

I am feeling more and more nervous, especially when I realise that some of them are sniffing the air and wrinkling their noses at me. Peter is deep in conversation with Barlas and hasn’t noticed that the atmosphere in the room is turning distinctly unfriendly.

I try to sink lower in my chair, the room is nearly silent, even the clatter of cutlery on crockery has trailed off. Finally, Peter notices, he looks round bemused.

‘You better say something to them,’ I whisper.

Peter stands and looks round the room.

‘Friend and weres,’ he starts. ‘I have returned to you for good this time, to pick up my mantle as Alpha, to lead this pack, and find our missing pups. J-‘

At this point the room erupts in cheers, and there is a chant of ‘ALPHA, ALPHA, ALPHA’ echoing off the walls.

Peter lifts his arms, settling the crowd down. They fall silent.

‘Joining me is my fated mate, and your new Luna… Emma.’

He beams at me and drags me to my feet, determined to show me off to the assembled throng.

I wish that the ground would open up and swallow me up. Then the room is filled with boos and the drumming, as they show their displeasure.

I hear only one comment clearly, and that is ‘Dirty human.’

Visceral fear fills me, I break from Peter and run as fast as I can.