Page 21 of His Undercover Wolf

Xavier paused while concentrating on turning a corner.

“I heard what they were saying, and respected they cared about me, but I had faith and belief in myself, and in Cillian who never once doubted my ability or failed to support me in my decisions. Most of all, Cillian believed in Indigo as I did. I suppose what I’m trying to say is hear the warnings and understand the consequences of ignoring them, but as the saying goes…What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.”

“Very true,” I agreed while taking in my surroundings.

Xavier drove down a street with the state park on our right and homes on our left. It was well lit and had well-maintained homes worthy of a Hallmark movie.

“Where are we going?”

“To my place. You didn’t answer my question from earlier…Do you want me to take you home?”

“No, but I thought you said you don’t take women to your home? I was under the impression you would not want your inner sanctum violated.”

“For you I’m making an exception,” Xavier stated before turning into the driveway of a picture-perfect house with a beautifully manicured lawn and garden beds.

A streetlamp in front of the house allowed me to take in a few details while Xavier waited for the garage door to rise and give him access.

The period home boasted two storys with a wide veranda, bordered by a white painted railing, and typical of the era, ran the full width of the building. Three wooden steps led up to the entry door and to the right were two large windows with stained glass panels at the top. The upstairs had three similar windows. Apart from the moss green painted shutters and front door, the house was painted white making it easy to distinguish the features in the muted light. What surprised me the most was the lack of visual security considering Xavier was a billionaire and highly likely a target for jealous loonies. Still, I wasn’t a security expert, and he could have had something high tech hidden from view.

Xavier drove theChevymonster into his double garage, switched off the motor, and rounded the car to the passenger door which I had already opened. He extended his hand to assist me from the vehicle.

I glimpsed a motorcycle and small modelMercedesthat was plugged into an electric outlet, before Xavier led me from the garage and to a side door of his home. The sound of the garage door was the only sound breaching the peace of the night.

Xavier unlocked the door, flipped a switch, bringing light to the space, and tapped in a code on a security panel, answering at least one question I’d had about his security. He stepped back and indicated for me to enter. The room was the laundry, and although the appliances were state of the art, the lighting fixtures, cabinets, and black and white checkered floor were in keeping with the home’s era.

“Head through the door and turn to your right. Follow the hall to the end and you will come to the entry foyer where the staircase is located.”

He flipped another switch and as I headed through the door, light flooded a long, carpeted hallway. I walked slowly, briefly observing the gallery of photos taking up one wall. There were a number of Xavier and Cillian together and some of an elderly couple both with the boys and without.

At the end of the hallway, I entered a huge foyer with a large chandelier casting out soft light that was suspended from the towering ceiling above. On my left was a wide staircase and to my right, an archway led through to a farmhouse style kitchen which was also softly lit.

“I leave these lights on when I’m out at night so it appears someone is home. I’ll show you over the house another time. For now, we have much more pressing matters to take care of and my bedroom is upstairs.”

Xavier took my hand and led me onto a landing on the second floor. An open door was a short distance away and Xavier led me into the room. It was an immaculately tidy bedroom, and rather masculine which one would expect from a man living alone.

Xavier turned me and pointed back across the landing. “The closed door over there is the bathroom if you need to use it first.”

“No, I’m good for now.” I turned back and stood staring at the enormous king-sized bed in the center of the room, a slight lump forming in my throat now the reason for my being there was becoming more and more obvious.

Xavier placed his hands on both of my upper arms and spun me to face him. “You don’t have to do this, Otsana. I would never force you and I’ll be happy to take you home.”

I shook my head and searched within, bringing out the courage of my inner wolf. Taking a step closer, I lifted a hand to Xavier’s face and ran my fingertips over the short stubble.

“I want you…” I whispered. “I want this unless you are having doubts?”

Xavier shook his head before leaning forward and capturing my lips in the beginnings of a bruising kiss. His tongue forced my lips to part and delved into my mouth. Our tongues danced, and teeth clicked as we explored each other’s mouths for the first time. He tasted of coffee, wine, and the chocolate mint that had been served with the coffee. His cologne, with musky undertones was a little overpowering for my acute sense of wolf smell, but it wasn’t unpleasant.

Xavier dropped his hands to the back of my dress and the garment loosened as he slid down the zipper. With no straps to hold it in place, it floated to the floor. I stepped forward, kicked the dress away, and stood clothed in only a skimpy pair of lace panties and silver-colored high heels.

Lust and want burned in Xavier’s eyes as he ran them over my body, and when he licked his lips, it was downright erotic.

I pushed the jacket from his shoulders, and he shook his hands free, leaving it to drop to the ground. His tie followed and then I plucked open the buttons of his dress shirt. Xavier’s belt, the clasp on his slacks, and zipper, took mere seconds to unfasten, before I pulled the shirt free and tossed it aside. The slacks, and his tight black boxer briefs, soon joined the pile once Xavier had kicked off his shoes.

It was my turn to check out his body, and as I’d observed earlier, the man was a wall of muscle. His impressive, thick dick stood erect and rested against his belly. I licked my lips, kicked off my shoes and dropped to my knees, steadying myself with both hands on his thighs before taking his dick to the back of my throat in one motion.

“Fuck, Otsana.” Xavier’s hips gave an involuntary thrust forward, but my she-wolf persona had risen to rest just below the surface, and having no gag reflex, when he pushed his dick deeper, I sucked harder.

Xavier used both hands to push my head away, and his dick pulled free with a soft pop. He slid his hands beneath my arms, pulled me to my feet, and the kiss we shared was filled with need, want and passion from both of us.

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