Page 111 of Howl for Me
Her hands slide behind her back and unclasp her bra. It falls away, revealing the curve of her breasts, and my cock twitches, hard and urgent and aching to be inside her.
Her eyes don’t waver. “You’re forgetting I’ve watched you shift, Johnny. I don’t care.”
I squeeze the bridge of my nose, the pulse behind my eyes matching the one in my cock. My voice comes out harsh, laced with panic and something worse; fear. “Would you just fucking stop? You don’t understand.”
And then… the panties come off. And I am done. She is divine. Every inch of her is carved into my memory like a curse I’ll never escape. She stands proud, unflinching, stunning in her skin, and I can’t breathe.
Naomi chuckles under her breath, and it snaps me out of it just enough to register Cassidy grabbing the lingerie from her andslipping it on. Silk slides across her skin and I can’t look away.. When she’s finished, she walks right up to me, so brave, and touches my face with fingers gentler than I deserve.
“I care about you,” she says softly. “All of you. I don’t care if you shift. I don’t care because I love this.”
Her hand moves to my chest, right over the ache that never really stops when she’s around. The ache that marks her as mine even if I don’t deserve her.
“I’ll be okay,” she says. “I’m not some plain Jane like you said. I can do this.”
She’s fierce and way stronger than me. I nod, finally. Finally, letting go. Finally agreeing to this insane, reckless, absolutely right idea.
Then she slaps me. Light, but sharp enough to sting.
“Stop being a pussy and fuck me.”
A sound leaves me somewhere between a laugh and a groan, and I smile, biting my lip like the feral, obsessed fiend she’s turned me into.
“God, that mouth of yours.”
She smirks like she owns me, which, at this point, she does.
“There he is,” she purrs, taking a step back. “Now let’s go.”
And I follow her. Of course, I follow her. Because I’d follow that woman into fire. We step onto the set, and it’s quiet, the kind of quiet that hums with tension just beneath the surface.
I lean in close and whisper, “I won’t hurt you.”
Cassidy doesn’t even blink. “Oh, but I want you too.”
She walks to her mark, steady and sure, and I take mine across from her. The director nods. Cameras ready. Lights burn hot above us and we roll. The early scenes go smoothly, too smoothly. I follow her rhythm like a dance I never learned but instinctively know. Her eyes guide me, her touch grounds me, and I let the lines fall from my lips even when I have to improvise. She makes it easy. Then it’s time for that scene. Theone I’ve been dreading since the second she agreed to this. Cass looks at me and I want to run both to and away from her. I can’t tell which urge is stronger.
But then she smiles. That little smirk that says, “I’ve got this,” and like always… It pulls me in like gravity.
“I can do this,” she whispers.
The director calls, “Rolling! Scene thirty-two, take one. And… action!”
She delivers her line, soft and aching, “Why did you make us wait till the full moon?”
And I answer her, not just as the character, but as the man who’s held back every feral, desperate urge in him for far too long.
“Because if we’re going to be together… you have to know what I truly am.”
“But you’ve made me wait so long,” she breathes, “Don’t you want me?”
My voice comes low and ragged. All truth and no script. “Fuck yes, I do. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
She knows it’s not just a line. I lay her down on the bed gently. I crawl over her, and her big eyes meet mine, wide and shimmering. There’s fear, yes, but more than that, there’s heat. Trust. Her body trembles just slightly under me, and I kiss her. Deep. A kiss that feels like the world has stopped. She sighs against my mouth, and I swear it breaks something loose in me. My hands explore her slowly, learning her curves as I ease the strap of her lingerie down her shoulder, revealing one perfect breast, soft and flushed and begging for my mouth.
I trail kisses down her neck, tasting her skin, drinking in her scent until I reach her breast and suck the hardened peak into my mouth. Her moan, God, her moan, isn't faked for the camera.
It’s real, and it’s her. The sweetest fucking sound I’ve ever heard. And I know then, this isn’t a scene anymore. This is us.Her body is trembling beneath me, but it’s not fear, it’s need. I worship her with my hands, and my mouth, slow, deliberate. I kiss every inch of skin she offers me like I was born to do it. I can smell her arousal, thick and warm, rolling off her in waves meant only for me. My cock is so hard it aches, heavy and pulsing, leaking at the tip like it knows this is exactly where we belong. When I release it, her eyes drop, and she swallows hard. Then she leans up and kisses me, not rushed, not shy, but certain. Her way of saying I’m ready.
